Scenes for J (PM to join)

Introduction

C: "What's the difference between a writer and a masochist?"
J: "Dunno."
C: "Me neither."

Instead of a single SRP in this thread, J and I will have more than one SRP going on, an anthology of sorts. It's something of an experiment (in pain, probably) that we're trying for various reasons. The SRP's won't be high art, and there **is** perviness ahead. We're open to a bisexual female character to join a scene; please PM.

Anyway, enough of that. Wish us luck!


Scribe.


1. Always a Bridesmaid

Myavi looked at Jen. Jen was to be married this day, and looked beautiful in her bridal gown. Jen black hair cascaded down onto her bare shoulders. The light in the bride's room of the church showed the radiant white of her dress. Myavi could not help but admire her loveliness, but could not overlook her womanly features: her delicate blonde hair, her glistening red lips, her creamy skin, her slim waist, and her curvacious bosom.

"Jen... you look..." Myavi approched Jen, her blood racing. She had known Jen since childhood. Her first friend, her first love, her first kiss, her first.

"Myavi..." Jen trailed, looking at her lifelong friend. She touched Myavi's brown hair, caressed her cheek. Jen's heart was pounding -- nervousness? Desire? Regret? Myavi, too, looked so attractive in her blue bridesmaid outfit. Myavi reached out, held her closer, eyes welling with tears.

This would be her last chance.


Scribe.

J here (don't ask, long story. *heh*) Time to get this insanity off the ground, I guess.

1. Always a Bridesmaid

"Myavi ... I ... I don't know what to say. You know ... that I will always love you. But ... I have to do this ...."

Jen sighed, tears streaming down her cheeks. She loved them both, but Father had insisted that she marry him. She would go further along in Society with a good husband, than with a ....

Jen hugged her close, looking into her eyes. Her lips opened slightly, as though to speak, but no words came. Jen simply leaned in closer to Myavi ....

1. Always a Bridesmaid

Breathing, "No you don't...", Myavi kisses Jen full on the lips, their lipstick melting into each other. Myavi holds Jen tight, her hands around Jen's exposed neck and back. Jen feels Myavi's tongue dancing in her mouth, rubbing against hers. Myavi's breathing becomes faster, as desperation becomes passion. Their chests press into each other, growing firmer, harder. "Oh, god, I want you," says the tanner-skinned woman. "I've always wanted you, Jennifer..."


2. Standard Procedure

Myavi hated waiting -- almost as she loved her short, short skirts. She worked hard on that ass, and, dammit, it was hers to show off. This was beyond erotic, sexy, or whatever you call it. It was her triumph that she could do it, and, oh, yeah, it looked nice, too.

Unfortunately, she also had a cock. No, she wasn't a he. God just blessed her differently than the rest. Yes, she had to be creative with her circumstances, but she could prove she could wear anything those fashion fuckwads thought only matchsticks could wear -- although she had a longer skirt in her purse, just in case.

Jen had just got a new job at the department store. Myavi walked her in so she could be Jen's first sale. Except the first thing Jen did was say she was late and had to change. Inside of a department store?? Change into what? Jen was the finest thing Myavi did see, Jens beautiful black hair, her low cut pink dress, her sexy pink push-up bra, her delicious tits that didn't need pushing up...

Oh, crap, she thought. She was getting hard. The worst part was that she didn't have a long skirt. Duh! She was going to buy it today as Jen's first sale! Myavi crossed her legs. No, that didn't help. That really didn't help. Myavi did the obvious.

"Uh... did you do what I thought you did?" heard Myavi. Myavi spun around, seeing Jen dressed conservatively in a suit and skirt.

"YES. I took a fucking skirt. I WRAPPED the skirt around my waist. I did NOT buy it. I HAVE a fucking COCK and it happens to be HARD. Now YOU and your SHOULDER PADS are going to ring me up while I'm wearing this skirt and I'm going into the fitting rooms to adjust my particulars!"

"Um... Myavi?"

"What."

"I thought I told you. I didn't get the sales job."

"What job did you get?"

"Uh... Security. You just stole a skirt. Technically. Sorry. I'm going to have to take you to the back. Standard procedure."

Fuck.



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1. Always a Bridesmaid

Jen gasped softly.

"Myavi ... I ... I know. I have ...."

She closed her eyes tightly.

"It is too late. Just ... too late."

But she does not pull away, instead, she hungrily presses her lips to Myavi's, forcing her tongue into her mouth, rubbing, exploring.

Jen doesn't want this moment to end. No, she doesn't want the wedding to happen. But it will, and Myavi has to understand this. But, the longer they remain, lips locked together ... the longer she can delay the inevitable ....

2. Standard Procedure

Jen led Myavi into the back room, frowning.

Her first day on the job, and her best friend steals a skirt. OK, she didn't leave the store with it, but according to rules, she stole it. She put it on, not in the dressing room mind, but in the middle of the store. And she was being secretive about it. If she didn't pull her into the back, and follow Standard Procuedure, she could pretty much kiss this job goodbye.

In the back of her mind, Jen realized that she had another motive. She found Myavi hot, from her very feminine breasts to her very masculine cock. She couldn't help it -- she was bi, and Myavi fed into both of her desires at once.

1. Always a Bridesmaid

Myavi began slowly kissing. Kissing Jen's neck... the top of her breasts... As Myavi licked the top of her bosom, Jen could feel herself hardening, and becoming wetter. Myavi lifted her leg to rub against Jennifer's crotch, as Jennifer held her tight.

KNOCK KNOCK.

"Oh my god!," gasped Myavi. "There's no place to hide!"

"Jen? Are you there?" said a male voice outside.

Myavi did the obvious. She ducked under Jennifer's skirt, a long bridal train. It was probably not the brightest thing to do, but it beat explaining how two flushed women both smeared their lipstick.

"Come... come in," said Jen.

"Jen, how are you?" It was Cedric. Jen's long-time friend. Relieved, Jen composed herself. Taking out a hankerchief, Cedric said, "Jennifer! Your lipstick."

Jen was about to move to the mirror, but felt a firm fingernailed grasp on her leg when she moved. "Uh, could you help me?" Cedric carefully wiped the smear of her lipstick.

"There, that looks fine," said Cedric. Now, Myavi and Cedric were good friends -- probably too good. When Myavi was in a predicament, Cedric did the logical thing -- ridicule her mercilessly. The last time she was caught, she was crawling up into the attic, and got stuck in the entryway. Cedric responded, of course, by grabbing a bunch of rubber bands and shooting them at her butt.

Cedric, however, was in an entirely different mood at this time. "Jennifer, I and Myavi don't want you to go through with this. We... we want you very much."

"Oh, Cedric," Jen said, in a quiet voice. Tears welled again in her eyes, as Cedric caressed her cheek. His hands were soon followed by his lips, as he kissed her deeply, passionately. Unlike Myavi's desperate need, Cedric's kisses were full, deep. As she closed her eyes, she could hear his breathing, steadily.

Myavi, meanwhile, stayed put. She felt irritated that her best friends were making out on top of her and was going crazy from the delicious scent of Jennifer. "Screw this," she said. "If he's gonna kiss her lips, I will too!" With a catlike grin, Myavi began to feel the delicate lace of Jen's satin white panties, rubbing through the soft moistening fabric...



2. Standard Procedure

Myavi was being led into the back rooms of the store. Unlike the well-decorated part of the store for customers, the halls of the back were tiled in sterile, ugly white speckled colors -- probably designed to get the employees back to the store with the customers. Yes, Myavi preferred being led by Jen by the hand in other circumstances.

The room was bare. Two chairs on opposite sides of a table. Jen turned a chair away from the table and firmly planted Myavi in it. Myavi pouted. "Want a glass of water?"

Myavi didn't respond. Thirsty herself, Jen walked to the cooler. Filling up two paper cups, she spied something left from cleaning supplies. An evil grin appeard on her face.

Returning to Myavi, Jen gave her a cup of water. "Here", Jen said, placing her water on the desk. As Myavi drank her cup, she heard an audible rubber-like SNAP. Jen was visibly putting on a latex glove and, licking her lips, snapped the band of the glove.

Myavi's spit-take sprayed water on Jen's chest. Not bad, considering they were two feet apart.


3. Neighbor

"Old Man" Cedric hated his neighbor. For one thing, he wasn't old. But his neighbor were definitely younger than he was. And softer. And more delicious. Mmm... delicious.

They also made a darn lot of noise. The partying. The music. The sex. Mmmm... sex. He could hear the gasping... the groaning... the moaning... Well, if he pressed his ear close enough to the window.

Yes... the music wasn't on this time, so he could hear the arousing sounds only a woman could make. "Ohhhh... stick it into me... fuck meee.... ohhhmmm..." Then silence. Followed by a TAP TAP on the window.

Wait. Tap, tap? Shit. Cedric turned to see the most gorgeous woman in the world angrily staring at him. She bent down to unlatch the window, and give him a piece of her mind. Except, when she tried to lift it, it was stuck.

"Well," she thought to herself, a wry grin on her face. "Perhaps I can make him feel all hot and uncomfortable another way..."


Scribe.

1. Always a Bridesmaid

Jen's eyes went wide as she felt Myavi's tongue suddenly enter her other lips, in ironic imitation of Cedric's kisses. She moaned into Cedric's mouth, and he responded in kind, moaning and pulling Jen closer -- which also had the effect of pressing her pussy tighter against Myavi's mouth. Jen pulled away from the kiss with a gasp.

"Myavi ...."

"Shhh.. She's not here now. But I am ..." Cedric said, as his hand ran down her cheek, and bare shoulders, to Jen's breast. With a moan, she felt him slip his hand under the fabric, teasing her breasts which were already sensitive from Myavi's kisses and licks.

Jen felt her knees buckle. Her two best friends were giving her such pleasure, and Cedric didn't even know Myavi was here!

Myavi stifled a cry of shock, and steadied Jen. Under the full skirt and bustle of Jen's wedding dress, a comical scene was unfolding: Myavi's tongue was buried deep in her pussy, while her hands were pressed firmly against her thighs. Jen's knees pressed in their tun into Myavi, and her feet were barely touching the ground. Myavi closed her eyes, trying to summon all of her willpower to hold herself and Jen up. She could feel her legs weakening, and if they gave out, the three of them would become a very messy tangle of dresses, tuxedos, and limbs.

2. Standard Procedure

"You think this will save your little ass?"

Jen chuckled as she wiped liquid off her chest.

"Now, normally we would just pat you down. You know, make sure you aren't hiding anything. But I think you need a more ... thorough search. See, I think you are hiding something under that skirt."

She grinned, and stepped in front of Myavi.

"Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. If you want it the easy way, well then stand up with your legs spread apart. If you want it the hard way ...."

Jen placed her hand on Myavi's shoulder, pressing her down onto the chair.

"If you want it the hard way, just sit there."

1. Bridesmaid

Cedric felt Jen's lips on his, her delicious tongue drawing him into her. Suddenly, she pulled back, but he reassured her, with his soft voice, and soft lips. His lips travelled down her neck, her chest. He licked the top of her breast, gradually lifting it out of her dress, exposing a nipple. He lightly bit into her nipple, sending waves of pleasure through her body, to her pussy.

Myavi continued licking. Jen's pussy was hot with her juices, and Myavi wanted to taste again its light flavor. Myavi began to rub Jen's lips and clit, teasing her ass with her wet fingers. Jen, however, was collapsing, her weight slowly pressing down on Myavi.

Cedric gradually let Jen down to the floor. Both on their knees, Cedric was sucking on her breasts, his hands behind her pressing her into him. He realized he should not ruin her dress. Laying back on the floor, he positioned the bulge of his pants near Jen's lips.

Myavi continued sucking.


2. Standard Procedure

Myavi fumed. How dare her "friend" say that to her. She could take a joke, but this was going a bit too far. This is what I get for helping she thought to herself. She sat in the chair refusing to budge. Her legs tightly held against each other, in her just as tight small skirt.


3. Neighbor

Myavi walked across the hardwood floor, behind Jen. "What's that woman up to this time," she thought. Jen was obviously looking out the window. "She's hardling wearing a thing," Myavi thought. Myavi felt warm. After all, she had just been sucking Jen's clit, licking her pussy, and making her come. Jen needed a brief break and some tea, but didn't return.

Approaching silently, Myavi reached for Jen's ass. Feeling her prey jump, Myavi smiled, as her hands rubbed Jen's asscheeks. Myavi wasn't exactly dressed, either, and rubbed her cock between the crack. Cooing gently, Myavi slowly pushed Jen towards the glass, pulling away from her breasts Jen's shirt. Pressing her own breasts against her back, Myavi forces Jen's chest naked against the glass.

"C'mon, sweetie", says Myavi. "Let's give him a show."





Scribe.

3. Neighbor

Jen giggled.

"Myavi, you are terrible!"

Jen smacked Myavi's shoulder, but made no real move to leave the window.

She winked at Old Man Cedric through the window, and pursed her lips, pressing them against the window and leaving a lipstick mark behind.

2. Standard Procedure

"Good, I prefer it the hard way."

Jen grinned, and kissed Myavi's cheek, leaning in close to her ear.

"Don't worry hon, I've already filled out the report. The incident is noted as a 'misunderstanding.' But I feel a little ... frisky. See that camera up there on the wall? No, don't look at it! My boss is on the other end of that camera and I wanna get him all hard and bothered. Not to mention you, sweet."

She pulled away, and began sliding the latex-gloved hand up her inner thighs, slowly so she would feel the grippy, textured latex running along the sensitive skin so close to her cock.

But, not on her cock. No, Jen avoided touching that for now.

"Nothing taped to your thighs."

Myavi squirmed a little. Jen just chuckled. She reached up and unbottoned Myavi's blouse.

"Well well, what have we here?"

Jen pulled Myavi's bra down, and looked seriously at her nipples. She reached out and pinched one, then the other. Hard.

1. Bridesmaid

Jen shuddered deeply, feeling pleasure, no bliss, coursing through her body as Cedric bit her nipples and Myavi teased and fingered her clit and ass.

Between them, Cedric and Myavi gently lowered her to her knees, coordinating without realizing it. Jen was gasping softly, pulling in as much air as she could. The dress suddenly felt like it was crushing her, preventing her from breathing.

Cedric lay back on the floor, and Jen found her mouth inches from the bulge in his tuxedo pants. She was steadying herself with her hands, so she did the most natural thing: She reached down and used her tongue and teeth to tease the hook-clasp loose, and the zipper of his fly down. Cedric was suitably impressed: Jen obviously had a very talented mouth.

But as far as Jen was concerned, the talented mouth belonged to Myavi. her lips and tongue were again caressing Jen's nether lips, leaving lipstick smears on her outer folds. Jen gasped and moaned to feel Myavi's hot, wet tongue graze her clit, which was then followed up by a hot, soft fingertip rubbing it.

1. Always a Bridesmaid

Cedric drew forward Jen's veil, over her face and his loins. She began to suck his cock, her view surrounded by a shower of pure white. Cedric groaned at her ministrations. Myavi smiled to herself, knowing that her friend Cedric had entered the room. My, were they quick, she thought. She rubbed Jen's button further, and gradually pushed Jen's hips up the floor. Still fingering her friend, she emerged from under Jen's dress. Blowing a kiss at Cedric, she proceeded to slowly lift her blue bridesmaid dress, exposing her laced blue panties. Her cock throbbed from under them, and she proceeded to rub it with her hand. It grew thick and hard, as she lifted Jen's dress and replaced her fingers with her swollen penis, oozing with precome...


2. Standard Procedure

Myavi wasn't sure what to say. She sure knew it would have the word FUCK in it. FUCK YOU Jen, for doing this to me. FUCK HIM, your voyeur of a boss. FUCK ME oh god I want your fucking lips on my fucking dick while I fuck your fucking face fuck me with your tongue fuuuuuuuck! And what *could* that security camera record? Would it record her voice? Would it zoom to see her being sucked? Oh god I just want to...

Myavi let out a deep long moan. Her cock grew larger and harder as Jen started touching her underneath her skirt. Then she stopped. She grimaced as Jen didn't touch her dick, and then... she started taking off her blouse! She was as turned on as she was humiliated. The Jen pulled down her bra! She refused to let Jen continue she would...

Fuck, she thought to herself, letting out a deeper, longer moan...


3. Neighbor

Myavi purred into Jen's ear, "Yes I am...." She moved her hands from Jen's breasts, down towards Jen's bush. She spread the lips of Jen's pussy for Cedric to see with one hand. With the other, she began to insert a finger in and out, making Jen wet. Taking out one of her moist fingers, Myavi breathed a little cloud on the window, and drew a heart for Cedric.

Cedric, meanwhile, was getting nice and hard. Two beautiful women were giving him a show and he was going to enjoy it. Unzipping his jeans, he exposed enough of his boxers for him to show his hard-on pressing through the fabric. He made long exaggerated motions, stroking his cock, and used his thumb to rub the tip of his cock.


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1. Always a Bridesmaid

Jen moaned deeply, long(ing)ly as she felt Myavi's cock slide into her slickened pussy, and Jen felt a wave of pleasure course through her body from two of her three Entrances.

She sucked Cedric's cock deep into her hot, tight silken throat, she pressed her hips backward impaling herself deeply upon Myavi, feeling her balls slap her clit with a soft but noticeable lash that would only increase as her pace did. Jen reached a hand back, trying to insert a finger into her ass, which burned and begged for the attention that her mouth and cunt were receiving, but the silk, the ruffles, the extensive skirting and train of her bridal dress frustrated her efforts to pleasure her self in that way.

2. Standard Procedure

"Interesting, but I think we need to probe this more deeply."

Jen's ungloved hand reached up and grabbed Myavi's hair. Jen pulled her off the chair, and down onto the floor, face first. Jen squirmed and grinned at Myavi's cry of pain, and then her deep moan of pleasure. Jen could tell Myavi was enjoying this, in some part of her Soul, whether she would ever admit it or not.

Jen held Myavi down on the floor by pressing her knees into the small of her back,and lifted the hem of her skirt.

"Now this is where it gets really interesting."

With her gloved hand, Jen inserted her middle finger into Myavi's anus, roughly and in one motion penetrating up to her knuckle. She wriggled the finger around in Myavi's body.

"What is that I feel?"

She pulled her finger almost out,then rammed in a second finger, again going up to her knuckles. Wriggling more, a look of studied confusion on her face, Jen could feel her own pussy tingle, as the wet-heat spread from that area up and out to the rest of her body.

Manipulating and humiliating Myavi like this was seriously turning Jen on, and she knew from her interview that her boss was getting turned on from this too. He was probably sitting up there right now, in the cleared security booth, stroking his cock as he watched her impose her Will on Myavi. Jen smiled, winking up at the camera. Job security, she thought.

3. Neighbor

Jen moaned, kissing the window glass again, running her fingers down her body, squeezing her hard nipples and then following Myavi's fingers to her mons. She rubbed her clit and Myavi's fingers with soft, electric fingertip-brushes, which sent shudders of pleasure through both of the girls.

Seeing Cedric's motions on his cock-bulge, Jen licked her lips, and reached back up with one hand. She ran her finger along her own lips, teasing herself, and then she licked her fingers with slow, circluar motions, down to the knuckle, and back up to the tip. She then slid them past her lips, and then sucked on her fingers in an exagerated way so that Cedric could tell what she was doing. His eyes went wide as he saw her suck three fingers into her mouth down to the knuckle, and it was evident to him that if her fingers were longer she would have taken them in even deeper. The message was clear, and it made Cedric'c cock throb in anticipation and desire.

4 Inferno Club

Jen grinned.

"Relax guys! Fetish Club does not mean you are gonna be roped up and thrown into a cage. Well, unless you want to be that is."

Cedric and Myavi glanced at each other. They had agreed to go because Jen assured them it was more club than fetish. There was loud music, a dark, intimate dance floor, and the best bartender in the city. And, naked girls in cages (not dancing cages either .. much too confining for that) others suspended from the ceiling, and penty of rooms for playing around in for those who were so inclined.

The three friends (with privledges of course) walked up to the club which from the outside resembled a temple more than a club: Three wide, marble steps, marble columns, and a semi-Greek facade.

Jen grabbed the other two by the hand, and happily dragged them up the steps to the entrance to the club. There was a velvet rope line sure, but the bouncer, a big bear in a leather vest, chaps, and little else, grinned at Jen as she bounded up to the door. Without even caring about the line, he opened the door for her and her friends.

"Mistress Jen. Good to see you again."

She flashed him a big smile as she went past.

"Cedric. Myavi. This is Master Bob. He's a big ol teddy bear!"

Cedric and Myavi looked at the large, impressive man. He had a big, huge beard, and a hairy chest, and looked every bit the bear.

The three friends passed into the club ... and were immediately in another world.

The music was loud, the atmosphere smoky. The decor was strongly BDSM in flavor, and a great proportion of it was in fact living art. Subbies naked or in vinyl, leather, and latex.

"Okay, bar is over there. Dance floor over there. Remember, just say no, and if they don't take no for an answer, just tell me. Remember Bob? The bouncer makes him look puny."

Jen disappeared into the crowd, leaving Myavi and Cedric alone in the entrace area of the club. They both glanced at one another ....

4. Inferno Club

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Jen disappeared into the crowd, leaving Myavi and Cedric alone in the entrace area of the club. They both glanced at one another ....

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Myavi threw a pout. Grabbing Cedic's hand, she determinedly made her way through the crowd. Cedric could feel Myavi's nails digging into his hand. Myavi was wearing a tight black leather corset. Her breasts were covered by a satiny material, perfect for her to adjust how much to exposed. her long flowing skirt was also of satin, matching the reflections of light from her leather top. Underneath her skirt, she wore her long black and white socks, ending in her black platform shoes. Cedric wore leather chaps, exposing his nether region, held fast to his body with spandex shorts. It left very little to imagination, were this not an already darkened club. He wore a meshlike top, exposing his fine chest, and allowing him to breath in the sweaty club.

Myavi found Jen. She spun Jen around and gave her a possessive deep kiss. Jen wore a short leather mini and a white tank-top. She was tempted to wrap her legs around the woman, but that would reveal her lack of panties. Cedric led the two women to the crowded dance floor...


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Jen ran around the club, waving, greeting, hugging people, snacking an ass here and there.

"Well, I have some semi-Vanilla friends here. So I probably won't be by the Dungeon tonight. Of course I might get one of 'em into a fetish room here."

Laughter. Then, a commotion as Myavi came up behind Jen, spun her, and gave her a deep, posessive kiss. Jen purred and pressed her lips to Myavi's, started to lift her legs, then remembered she was panty-less tonight. Probably not the time to show that (yet).

Cedric grinned, and when we parted (laugher and applause from my friends) he took our hands and dragged us toward the darkened dance floor.

"Sweetie," said a tall African-American Domme to Myavi, "you have it going on. Ever consider bottoming dear?"

She smiled and patted the whip coiled at her hip.

1. Always a Bridesmaid

Myavi saw Jen reaching behind herself, desperately trying to finger-fuck her ass. Myavi smiled and said, "Don't you worry, sweetheart. Myavi will do her best." As Myavi pounded Jen's pussy, she licked one of her fingers like a little cock, and made small circles around Jen's ass hole. Jen let out a small moan into Cedric's cock, as Myavi inserted a fingertip into her ass.

Cedric moaned in unison, as Jen's expert tongue licked up and down his swollen shaft. She cupped his balls, all filled with come, and stroked his cock with her gloved hands. Precum oozes out of the slit of his cock, and Jen greedily licked it up, savoring the salty-sweet taste.


2. Standard Procedure

Myavi writhed on the ground, crying. She could feel Jen's finger in her ass, wriggling. She squirmed, her ass dancing to the motions of Jen's gloved finger. "What do you feel? You're feeling my fucking prostrate, you bitch!"

Myavi's cock, meanwhile, was growing underneath her tight skirt. It pressed against her panties, and pressed straight forward. As Jen kept pressing, she involuntarily thrust her cock against the floor, the ooze from her cock soaking through the cotton. "Ohhhh..." she moaned, as her cock grew larger and larger.


3. Neighbor

Jen could feel Myavi's cock rubbing the crack of her ass. She felt Myavi spread her pussy lips so that Cedric could have a better look. Myavi licked Jen's ear as she sucked her fingered cock.

Cedric watched Jen kiss and lick the window, then perform on her own hand. He pulled off his pants, and approached the window. The girls could see his hard throbbing cock, purple and engorged with blood, his balls filled with precious come. He approached the window, and stood on a platform. Jen again kissed the glass and he closed his eyes, meeting her tongue on the cold hard surface. Jen pressed her opened slit against the window, streaking her hot juices up and down, little trails of liquid streaming down the glass. Cedric began rubbing his cock against it to match her hips, a little patch of foggy moisture condensing as he rubbed.


4. Inferno Club

Myavi's eyes widened. "Ummm... errrr... ahhhhh..." she stammered. Her mouth was agape from the invitation.

She looked towards Jen and Cedric. Cedric looked intently at Myavi, as he picked up Jen's hand and kissed it. He began sucking her fingers, licking them. Jen turned to face him, kissing him passionately, allowing Myavi to see their tongues darting, touching each other. They then looked at Myavi and blew her a kiss.

It would have been a curious signal, but not for Myavi. Her hands curled to her lips, her eyes looked up at the tall woman.

"Pleeeeeasseee..." she said in a thin wanting voice.


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2. Standard Procedure

"Well now, did you take some panties too?"

Jenn pulled her hand out of Myavi's ass, and slipped the panties off of Myavi. She examined them closely, and shrugged.

"Well, guess they're yours now. Here, hold onto these."

Jenn shoved the panties into Myavi's mouth, and then returned to the area below Myavi's waist.

"Well, well. What is this?"

She hiked Myavi's skirt up around her waist, and forced her onto her back. Myavi's cock was sticking straight up in the air, and Jenn grinned.

"Hmm. This is a touchy one."

She gripped Myavi's cock tightly with her gloved hand, and began rubbing her cock rather roughly. She knew how far she could push Myavi, and was only coaxing her to the size Jenn knew she could reach before dropping the pretense of a strip search, and getting to the business of a serious fucking.

2. Standard Procedure

Myavi's hips thrust and bucked, against the skin of the harsh latex gloves. She wished it was Jen's cunt she was fucking, but she refused to admit how much this was turning her on. She moaned into the panties shoved in her mouth, her own musky scent turning her on. She started clutching her breasts, trying to pinch her nipples through her bra. She moaned for Jen to rip off her clothes and fuck her until she screamed, but those white cotton panties were in the way.


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