Janet At the Bridal Show

[Latina]

Janet At the Bridal Show
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I'm between boyfriends right now, so the chances of my getting married any time soon are less than nil. So I was reluctant this morning, when my closest girlfriend Sheila dropped by on her way to a big bridal show at the convention center, and invited me to come along.

"I promise, Janet, it will be well worth your while," Sheila smiled.

"But what do I wear to a bridal show?" I groaned.

"What you have on will be fine. I'm on my way there now, so you don't have TIME to change anyway."

I looked at myself in the hallway mirror. I had on my low-cut low-rider jeans that showed off over half of my skimpy lavender thong over the top of the beltless waistband. This was paired with a matching lavender tank-top just sheer enough to make it obvious that I had no bra on underneath. My bare navel was accented with a shiny gold belly-button ring. I liked the way I looked: sexy and desirable and available, but not cheap and trashy.

"But this is what I wear when I go trolling for hunks at the mall," I protested.

"Exactly. So your outfit is just perfect. I promise, you'll have a great time."

Sheila was right. Before we even entered the convention center, I spotted a stretch limo out front, that you can hire for weddings. The driver standing besides the car was VERY cute. No, make that he was SMOKING hot!

But the tuxedoed waiter from the catering service was even cuter. But how to catch his eye, with all these brides-to-be hovering around and asking him a million questions about food for wedding receptions.

Sheila and I next watched a bridal fashion show. The shapely blonde in the maroon bridesmaid's gown fanned herself when the hot stud in the white tux extended his hand in silent inviation to dance. She placed her hand atop his, and he gracefully walked her onto the dance floor. After a few skillful waltz steps, he dipped her, and as she bent over backward, he kissed her passionately. When they straightened up again, she fanned herself again, and I had to agree with her assessment, this man was very romantic. I couldn't help wondereing if they are a couple in real life. I mean, can you FAKE that kind of passion? Unconsciously, I began to fan myself, too, as I watched them.

That's when I noticed the cute young wedding DJ at the booth a few feet from where I was standing. I looked him over from head to toe, and licked my lips in silent appreciation of his pure beauty. He smiled at my suggestiveness. When I realized he was watching me, I got a little bit embarrassed, and turned my head slightly away from him. He licked his lips back at me and winked, showing me he was as interested in and curious about me as I was about him. So I turned back toward him and gazed deeply into his deep brown, soulful eyes. A girl could DROWN in those eyes!

"Go on," Sheila nuddged me. "Go over to his booth and talk to him. You know you want to."

"But what do I say to him?"

"Oh, Janet, you're hopeless. Pretend you have a friend getting married, you are planning her wedding, ask a lot of questions about music. That gets you talking, plus you get to know a lot about him and his tastes by what songs he suggests."

As I tried to muster up the courage to go over and talk to the cute DJ, he left his booth and began to stride purposely toward Sheila and me.

"Umm, I need to go to the ladies room," Sheila said. "I'll leave you two alone to get to know each other." Damn her for stranding me like that!

"Hello, beautiful lady," the DJ greeted me cheerfully, smiling. "I couldn't help noticing you noticing me noticing you."

I shyly averted eye contact with him and smiled. I glanced down, noticing my lavender thong very visible above the top of my jeans. I secretly hoped to myself that the wedding DJ noticed too, and also found them to be cute and sexy.

"Hello," I greeted him back, my voice hoarse and cracking with nervousness. "My name is Janet and I think you're VERY cute. And your name is?"

 

[catlover]

Brad

"I'm Brad, and I do music for weddings and other events. My outfit is called Sound of Music, at least it is until they find out about me and want royalties for using the name of the movie. Then I'll disappear!", I said with a laugh

"What woulkd you like me to play, just for you?", I asked, as i gazed up and down her cute body, noticing the navel ring I wanted to play with (using my tongue, of course)

 

[Latina]

I sense that Brad is as nervous about meeting me as I am about meeting him, and is trying in vain to mask his nervousness behind a lame joke about the name of his business, Sound of Music. Still, his soft, lilting laugh and his charming smile are very pleasant and attractive. Score one for Brad!

"I hope you don't disappear TOO soon," I smile. "At least not until we get to know each other a LOT better. And by then, you won't WANT to disappear--at least, not without taking me with you!" I don't say it, but I'm thinking how I'd like to disappear right into those big, soft brown eyes of his. To disappear into his arms and the handsome cologne-scented chest I imagine he has under his shirt.

I also notice he can't seem to make eye contact with me, any more than I can with him. My eyes trace his gaze, and I realize that his eyes are locked on the hypnotic shimmer of my gold navel ring.

"You seem to like my navel ring," I smile. "If you play your cards right, once we get to know each other better, I might just show you my OTHER piercings," I tease.

Then I remember that Brad has asked me to pick a song for him to play for me, and I also recall Sheila's advice to me, about how a man's choice of songs reveals a lot about his tastes and his personality.

"You asked me to pick a song for you to play for me, Brad. But you are the DJ, you are the expert. So what song would you recommend for me, for us? If you and I were to become a couple, what would you like to become OUR song?"

 

[catlover]

Brad

"Our song will be Love Me Tender, by Elvis. Shall i play it now? will you dance to it with me?" I told her that our repertoire included all types of music, appropriate for everything from a wedding to a jazz funeral

When she said "yes" I took a step toward my booth, but didnt want to stop looking at her for even a second

I tore my eyes away from her navel and looked her over - all over, ending with her cute smile and lovely blue eyes. I saw her little purple thong peeking out from the top of her jeans, and i wished I could see the rest of that enticing littl garment.

Elvis started singing, and eyes turned toward us as we began to dance. Other couples joined us, but we were unaware of any of them as my arms went around her and hers around my neck. After few bars we were dancing close, and my hand was up and down her back, including the bare area just above her jeans. I even snapped lightly the elastic of her thong strap around her back, letting her know how interested in her I was

 

[Latina]

As Elvis softly croons out to love him tender, I close my eyes and picture Brad down on his knees before me, his head up my skirt, his sweet, gentle, swirling tongue loving ME tender. I know he has made the right choice, and picked the perfect song for us. And I know that I have made the right choice in picking HIM.

My eyes flutter open again at the feel of his hand gently stroking and caressing my bare backside, just above the low waistband of my tight jeans. I gently press myself forward against his crotch to let him know that I am also interested, and I smile in delight at his gentle stirring I feel down there. As he playfully snaps my lavender thong against my ass, I press tighter into him, to hide from the view of others at the crowded bridal show the fact that my hand is now slowly, eagerly slipping down the waistband at the front of his elegant black trousers. My hand cannot fully close around the pulsating thickness I feel there as we whirl around the dance floor, and I smile to myself. "Oh yes, this Brad is DEFINITELY the right choice!"

I sliently forgive Sheila for leaving me alone with him in my earlier nervousness, and instead I vow to myself to thank her later, for letting us be alone together like this.

I fan myself like the over-excited bridesmaid model did earlier, as we continue to dance and hold each other close.

"Love me tender..."

 

[catlover]

Brad

"This show will be over at 9, about 45 minutes from now. Lets go out and get a bite to eat"

Then as we circled i saw my partner Glenn standing there looking at us and ogling Janet. So I knew I could get away. I introduced Janet to him, and told him we were going to get some dinner and i would see him here at the booth tomorrow for closing day.

We had a flock of leads from potential clients and the show was a big success for us so far, but nothing compared to the joy of finding Janet, and the thought of the music to be played at OUR wedding which I hoped might be soon.

 

[Latina]

The waitress places menus, silverwear, and napkins at opposite sides of our restaraunt booth. But I scoot my menu and setup over to his side, so I can snuggle up close to him over dinner.

We order, and as we wait for our meal, we huddle close, looking over the lead-cards you picked up at the Bridal Show.

"Here's a bride named Donna," I comment. "I definitely think her first dance should be to Richie Valens singing..."

"Oh, Donna..." we both sing in unison, in perfect harmony with each other. Then we smile and laugh at the coincidence of both of us thinking the same things at the same time.

"We think so much alike!" we both say, then laugh at this second coincidence of saying the same thing at the same time.

"I think we're a good fit for each other," I whisper, squeezing Brad's hand.

"I think so too, Janet," he smiles at me, squeezing my hand back.

I gaze deeply into those amazing brown eyes of his, and I surrender myself to his eyes, I let myself drown in his eyes now.

 

[catlover]

Brad

I told her about our little operation, doing music for company parties, community events, weddings or whatever. She seemed interested and I thought she might even be useful in our promotion. She offerred some ideas that hadn't occurred to us, and maybe we could make a fit in more ways than one

But, right now there was only one fit that I had in mind. As we left the restaurant, we returned to my car. She had told me she had come with her friend, so I offerred to take her home. We got to her apartment, and she invited me in for a nightcap. A good sgn, I thought, as I accepted a glass of wine, and she went over and turned on the radio, and held out her hand to dance with me

We fit quite well together, so far, as my hand went up her bare back, under her tank-top, and wandered around as she moaned her approval while we danced together on her kitchen floor

She did what she had done in public, cupping my cock and balls and playing with them openly. I stopped dancing and ran my hands down to her hips, and pushed the beltless pants down a little as I kissed her.

I told her how cute the little lavender thong was, and asked if i could see all of it. She said yes, and i stooped to drop her jeans to the bottom of her legs, and there was her mound barely encased, right in front of my face.

I picked her up and sat her on her kitcen counter. Removing her sandals and then her jeans, she spread her legs a lttle and I Saw a very wet spot between them. I stood close to her, inhaling her aroma as i kissed her, and whispered that I wanted to kiss every inch of her

 

[Latina]

On his knees before me, Brad quickly makes good his promise to kiss every inch of me, starting at my toes. His soft lips then slowly work their way up my legs, past my knees, over my thighs, across into my inner thighs. He kisses my navel, his tongue enjoying its flicks across my shiny gold belly-button ring. I sharply inhale, and before he's even made contact between my legs, I already come in anticipation of what he'll do next. I am a little embarrassed at the growing wet spot in the front of my sheer, lacy lavender thong. But Brad stands up now and kisses me so sweetly, that my embarassment melts away into passion now.

I start to pull off my tank-top now, but Brad stops me. "Not yet," he smiles, returning his kisses to my navel and that gold ring down there.

"You really LIKE my navel piercing, don't you Brad?" I grin wickedly.

"You bet!" Brad agrees, his voice muffled by my bare tummy pressed up against his lips.

"Then I guarantee you'll love THIS!" I smile, pushing his head away from my belly and pulling up my tank-top over my head, to reveal matching gold rings through both of my nipples. Having pierced nipples keeps them hard at all times. My friends had warned me not to pierce my nipples, because I would lose all sensation in them, and that did worry me, but in my case, it didn't happen. If anything, my nipples are even more sensitive now, than they were before I got them pierced. Having rings through them keeps them permanently hard, and with the increased sensitivity, I always feel pretty and sexy and very, VERY horny, at ALL times! As I expose my hard pierced nipples, how glad I am now to have Brad here with me.

"You like my pierced navel, so how do you like THESE piercings, Brad? Tell me you like them. Please tell me how much you like them! Or no, no, better yet, SHOW me how much you like my pierced nipples!"

 

[catlover]

Brad

I was surprised at her pierced nipples. I hadnt felt her there - yet-and all I could think about was the pain she must have felt when it was done, and jealousy for the guy that got to do the piercing. I wondered if she had been pierced in her pussy with his cock at the same time, but no matter I was about to do that anyway

Then I wondered if maybe she had her clit pierced too. I'd heard that some girls did, but I hadnt found one yet

But first things first, as I proved to her how much I liked her pierced nipples, by taking them one by one in my mouth and sucking on them, fondling the ring with my tongue

My arms were around he holding her tight as she sighed and moaned in approval as I worshipped her

I looked up at her smile, and kissed her. While doing so I lifted her ass off the counter and slid the lavender garment off her butt and down her thighs, before sitting her back down again.

 

[Latina]

I turned my back to Brad as he slid my skimpy panties off me, because I wanted my final piercing to be a surprise. He gazed in lustful admiration at my bare ass for the longest time, stroking and kissing my shapely derriere, and running a finger lovingly over the smooth creases at the base of my ass cheeks, where they meet the tops of my legs. I moaned at the contact with my bare bottom, then I slowly, very slowly turned to face him. I stood before him and slowly parted my legs in an inverted V, so he could see the shiny gold ring through my clit, that matches the ones in my navel and the pair in my nipples. I now hoped he would like this ring enough to touch it with his fingers, his lips, his tongue, and eventually with his big, hard cock.

 

[catlover]

Brad

I was in awe at the sight, and yet jealous of the guy that got to do this to her. I kissed her pussy lips, and then plunged my tongue in her as i wanted to do anyway, but my mouth closed around her clit ring and my tongue played with ir.

I had sat her back on the counter so I wouldn't have to bend over so far. Her arms were tight around me as I picked her upo and although I couldnt see, I started walking, carrying her to tye bed we would be using.

She had shown me the bathroom when we got there, so I did sort of know the way. She said "turn right" or "turn left" or "be careful" as appropriate, and we found our way. Finally I walked up to her bed, laid her down flat, and kept slurping her pussy the whole time without ever stopping.

 

[Latina]

I scoot tighter and tighter up against Brad's lips and tongie as he eats me out so hungrily, so passionately, while carrying me to the bedroom.

He tells me he's jealous of the man who got to pierce my clit. "That was no man," I smile mischievously as you set me down on the bed. "She was a tall, busty brunette whose tongue soothingly relaxed my pussy into numbness before she pierced it. What a wonderful anesthetic THAT was!"

"When she prepared to pierce me," I continued, "I asked her 'Aren't you supposed to give me something to bite on, to overcome the pain?' She replied, 'Oh yeah, I nearly forgot.' She slipped out of her skirt and panties, showing me a chestnut-brown mane of thick, lush, soft pussy fur, neatly trimmed in the shape of a Valentine's heart. She stood before me, reaching down to pierce my clit with one hand while pulling the back of my head closer into her thighs with her other hand. Her hard pink clit looked so wonderful, so inviting, so tempting now. 'Here, bite on THIS,' she whispered, 'and I promise we'll BOTH feel a lot better!'"

"I sucked her clit up into my mouth and began to softly nibble on it. 'Ready, here we go, one, two THREE!' On three, I felt a sharp pricking in my clit, causing me to bite down hard on her clit. She exploded in my mouth, and the pain in my clit ended as quickly as her orgasm did."

"'There,' she smiled. 'That wasn't so bad now, was it?'"

"'Bad?' I replied, kissing her still-throbbing clit. "'It was WONDERFUL!'"

"Speaking of clits," I smile up at you from my prone position on my back on the bed, "I've got one that right now URGENTLY needs to be eaten! So what are you going to do about THAT, stud?"

You turn on the stero to Elvis singing OUR song, Love Me Tender. Then you join me on the bed.

 

[catlover]

Brad

I'd been eating her pussy and sucking her clitty fo quite a while now. It was time to dance. I found our song on the radio, joined her on the bed, and we started our dance horizontally as I slid into her very wet cunt.

I was thrilled to be with a bisexual woman.I always wanted one. I thought of her with that woman while I fucked her wanting to be in a threesome with another woman and watching the two of them pleasuring each other., with so much more stamina than a man has. They can go at it all day ad I could watch and enjoy all day, and join in when I was able to contribute somethng besides my tongue to the action

I asked Janet if the same woman had done her nipples and navel and she said yes. I wondered if she would do my cock. I always wondered what a cock ring would feel like, so I asked Janet about it. Her smile brightened and she responded that she always wanted to be fucked by a man with a ring through his cockhead. All I could think about was chewing on the womans clit while she pierced my cock, and I had Janet with me holding my hand

We agreed to go see her tomorrow and get the whole picture

 

[Latina]

We danced our way onto the bed to the soft voice of Elvis sweetly singing "Love Me Tender" and I continued my soft, sensuous hip-swaying dance as I lay on my back on the bed, my knees raised, my legs apart, as Brad slowly, joyously slid his fabulous manliness into me.

Brad suggested getting his cock pierced to match my own piercings in my navel, nipples, and clit. I don't know which was turning me on more, the fact that he was willing to do this for me, for us, or the mental image of his cock ring slipping and sliding against my clit ring, or the way the whole idea seemed to be making his cock even harder now as he continued to fuck me mercilessly in rhythm with Elvis singing "Love Me Tender".

Brad asked me all about the lady who did my piercings, but I just smiled mysteriously and said "you'll see" and reassured him that he was really going to enjoy himself. All through the night, we would awake to excitedly discuss piercing his cock and fucking cock-ring against clit-ring. I climbed on him, he climbed on me, we lay on our sides facing each other to fuck. In our excitement about the cock ring, we must have awakened to talk and make the most amazing love with each other half a dozen times through the night.

When it was finally time to awaken and arise from our love-nest, my heart began to pound as much at the thought of seeing my sweet Svetlana the peircing lady again, as at the thought of watching Brad lovingly getting his cock pierced just for me.

I dressed carefully for this occasion: tight black leather miniskirt that only extended less than halfway down my thighs, black bustier tightly laced up the front and pushing up my boobs for maximum exposed cleavage, black lace meshed elbow-length gloves, and 4-inch black spiked-heel, open-toed sandals showing off my deep-purple toenail polish. I wanted Svetlana and Brad to thoroughly enjoy my cute but slutty look.

When we entered Svetlana's little body-piercing and tatooing parlor, Svetlana looked even more delicious than I remembered. She has long blonde hair that just lightly caresses the very top of her soft, curvaceous ass. She wore a beige cable-knit sweater, stretched-out to its maximum by her wonderfully enormous, full round breasts. This was teamed with a beige thigh-length miniskirt with the right side slit all the way up to her slender waist and her very round, sensuous hips. Knee-high dark-brown boots that zip all the way up from her ankles to her knees completed her sexy ensemble.

Then Svetlana spoke in that soft, sexy Russian accent of hers that melted not only my heart, but my pussy as well. "What could I be showink to you today, dahlinks?"

Svetlana led us over to the case of cock rings. None of them really appealed to us, until Brad's eyes and mine locked on the same ring at the same time. It was a glimmering, highly-polished silver. The outside of the band was engraved with the image of a man standing up, sporting as long and thick a cock as my Brad has. The hard-on pointed straight-out in front of this man for about half its length, then began to subtly curve upward for the other half of the length toward his big, bulbous cock-head.

"Yes," I said. "I like this one. "I think we'll take this one."

Brad nodded his agreement, and Svetlana rang up our purchase on her cash register. As she did, she pointed out the three simple words engraved on the inside of the silver band of the cock-ring: "Feed the Pussy."

"My philosophy of life," Svetlana commented in her soft-as-butter Russian lilt, her beaming smile lighting up the room.

"Oh?" I asked. "And how long has it been, Svetlana, since anyone fed YOUR pussy?"

"Too long, dahlink," Svetlana frowned.

Brad helpfully dropped his trousers to show that his own hard-on was as enormous as the man's on the cock ring. I lifted Svetlana's miniskirt and, just as I remembered, she wore no underwear.

"Oh, you poor neglected little slut," I sympathsized. "I know how HARD it is to go without feeling a HARD man inside of you. I was going through a long period of deprivation myself, until I met my Brad here. As you can see, he is a MOST enjoyable lover. So I'd be happy to loan you my Brad for, umm, stud services. You know, a favor from one horny sister to another. That is, if Brad here wouldn't mind."

"Mind?" Brad replied incredulously, his cock growing longer and thicker, and throbbing more rapidly. He was as excited as a kid in a candy store, as we two shapely, horny women slowly, sensuously stripped each other to stand naked before him. She unlaced my bustier, I tugged her sweater off over her head and her raised arms. We hungrily, lustfully tugged each other's skirts down to our ankles. She softly, lovingly slipped my feet out of my 4-inch spikes as I slowly unzipped her brown leather knee boots and slid them off her shapely, sexy legs.

"You know, as much as I want and need a hard cock in me right now," the gloriously-naked Svetlana smiled now, "This is a business, and I am here to make money. You came in my store for a cock-ring, and you two picked-out a very lovely one. But I see that your Brad's cock has no piercing to put a cock-ring in. So I was thinkink, why don't I take care of business first, pierce Brad's cock first? Then when he finally does fuck me, it will be all the more wonderful for all of us, as he stuffs me full of his cock AND his new cock ring."

We all agreed that this sounded like a wonderful idea. But then Brad started to get a little nervous. "Will it hurt?"

"No, my pussy will squeeze you gently," Svetlana smiled. "No pain. I promise."

"Not that! I didn't mean the SEX! I meant, will piercing my COCK hurt?"

"It stings a little, but just for a moment," I reassured him.

"Here, I show you, dahlink," Svetlana smiled. She produced a little off-white-color box that fit in the palm of her hand. "See, I put a little needle in one end, like zo. Then I push theez button, like zo. And one, two, three, it piereces you like a staple through paper, and just like that, it's all over, dahlink. You then have a nice hole to put your beautiful new cock-ring in. And then your beautiful new cock-ring gets to slip into MY hole!" Svetlana smiled.

The thought of piercing his cock like a stapler seemed to scare Brad a little now, and his huge erection began to shrink and soften out of fear.

"Theez will not do, dahlink. Theez will not do at ALL! I need your cock to be as big and hard as possible when I pierce you, or the ring will not properly fit through your cock flesh."

"I know how to fix that," I smile, sinking to my knees before Brad. The very tip of my curled-up tongue catches the edge of Brad's balls, and begins delicately licking them all over. Then I begin a long, slow lick upward from his balls, up his shaft, up past the roughly-textured pinkish-red flesh between the shaft and the head, then I lovingly lavish my tongue licks all over his cock-head.

Just as I knew it would, my loving attention on his cock regains his full hard-on now. But he is throbbing wildly.

"Hold still, dahlink," Svetlana cautions.

Instinctively, I wrap both of my hands around Brad's long, hard cock, and I squeeze tight to control his wild throbbing. Svetlana leans down and kisses his thick, beautiful reddish-purple cock-head, brushing some of her long, thick, luscious golden-blonde hair against it. "That's a good boy," Svetlana grins.

She dabs a wad of clean white cotton in rubbing alcohol, and gently smears it all over his cock head to anesthetize him against the pain. She then picks up the hand-held piercer, and places it against the alcohol-soaked head of his cock.

To relieve Brad's obvious anxiety, I stand behind Brad's chair, facing away from him. Then I gymnastically crawl over the back of the chair. My pussy faces him now, and I lock my legs around his neck and shoulders. His tongue flits at my clit. "Bite me!" I moan, knowing that having my clit to nibble on will help Brad face and even ignore the pain of the piercing, just as nibbling on Svetlana's clit helped me when she pierced MY clit last year.

"Ready? Here we go. One, two..." Brad shifts uncomfortably in his chair and nervously takes a sharp intake of breath against my pussy. He bites down hard on my throbbing, swolllen clit now. Svetlana presses the button to release the needle. "THREE!" Svetlana calls out as the needle quickly pierces Brad's cock-head, and just as quickly retracts back into the white box. "There, all done, dahlink." Svetlana removes the used needle from the piercing box and tosses it in the trash.

I climb off Brad's face, pick up the silver cock-ring we just bought, and I delicately slide it through the new hole in Brad's cock-head. Svetlana picks up another clean wad of cotton, and dabs the alcohol off of his cock.

"Thank you for doing this for me, my love," I say, kissing Brad's newly-pierced cock and his cock ring in gratitude.

"Now," Brad smiles. "I believe Svetlana promised me a reward for being such a good boy."

Svetlana walks over to a couch at one end of her shop, and lies down flat on her back, her knees raised in the air. She gestures for Brad to climb up on the couch with her, between her raised knees.

"Enjoy her," I smile. "You EARNED it! But when you're done, I want to feel that new silver cock-ring of yours rubbing up against my gold clit-ring. Promise me that! Promise?"

"I promise!" Brad smiled, excited at the prospect of fucking first Svetlana and then me.

"But you don't have to wait until I'm done, dahlink," Svetlana grins, gesturing for me to join them.

I step up to the couch, and brushing back Svetalan's long, free-flowing blonde hair, I kiss her softly, sensuously on the mouth. She parts her lips slightly, and I accept this silent invitation, inserting the very tip of my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue curls up to meet me, touching tip to tip. Her mouth opens slightly wider now. Boldly, I slide my tongue atop hers, and let my tongue slip deeper into her mouth. Our tongues circle and swirl over each other and entwine.

My hand reaches down to massage Brad's tight, hard muscular ass cheeks. They feel so good that I just have to leave Svetlana's mouth now, to feel his hunky male butt against my mouth. As Brad slips in and out of Svetlana's too-long-neglected pussy, I kiss his ass cheeks all over, then slide my tongue between his butt-cheeks, into the crack of his ass. My left hand slips around Brad's hard cock to feel it ramming deep and hard in and out of Svetlana, and my thumb circles and swirls all over Svetlana's hard, pulsating little love button.

As much as I am enjoying our threesome now, I can hardly wait to feel Brad's thick hard-on and his new cock ring rubbing against my clit-ring as he fucks me as enthusiastically as he is now fucking Svetlana.

 

[catlover]

Brad

This was unbelievable. This time yesterday the idea of having my cock pierced was the farthest thing from my mind. All I could think about then was the gig at the wedding show, and setting up the equipment and wondering just what music to play, as none had been specified.

Afte eeting and playing with cute Janet, and seeing her piercings, I wanted to join her in every way - emotionally and sexually, and after we talked aboiut her clit rin, I wanted one too, just to be with her and meet her in the middle. Share and share alike, I thought as the night progressed and we made love and talked about it and the woman at te tattoo parlor

When I met Svetlana I was even more intrigued. Yes it hurt, but like a virgin on her first fuck, it hurt so good knowing the thrill it gave us both plus the prospect of fucking Svetlana as promised, and the threesome it involved.

I loved the cockring we picked out, and the little motto engraved on it. It was my intention to fulfill that motto on every possible opportunity, and I (we) did

Svetlana was a delight, and so was Janet's clit in my mouth as the deed was done. Then I got to try it in her pussy as agreed, and with Janet behind e tonguing my ass and playing with my balls as I pleasured her it was definitely a threesome. I could feel the ring rubbinbg against me and against her insides as we fucked, and it wasnt long before I approached my peak. I hoped Svetlana was enjoying hers too, as it was Janet's turn next

 

[Latina]

I could see that Svetlana was really enjoying the friction of Brad's cock-ring and his enormous cock rubbing against her damp inner walls. She had obviously gone FAR too long without a nice, hard fuck, a real shame for such a beautiful and sexy woman. I think her fabulous figure intimidates men, so I was more than happy to be sharing my Brad with her now, to finally end her VERY long dry-spell.

When Svetlana had come about 8 or 9 times, and Brad had come at least 3 times, he finally climbed off of her, very happy but completely exhausted.

Svetlana was whimpering, moaning, and muttering about how great it felt to have a ring rubbing up against her pussy and her clit. Since Brad was temporarily benched, I climbed up on Svetlana's lap, and I slowly, sensuously ground my clit-ring against her pussy lips and then against her hot, throbbing, horny little clit. She was shaking, trembling, and moaning, and I could feel the hot moisture of her dripping cunt against my own very horny clit.

Watching us was helping Brad to regain his hard-on. So after about her tenth orgasm, I climbed down off Svetlana, and I slowly sank my pussy down over Brad's cock, which was sticking straight up into the air. Svetlana was right: his new cock-ring felt AMAZING, pressing and rubbing against my clit, against my inner walls, and driving deep and hard across the soft, spongy pad of my G-spot. I stopped counting orgasms after I got to about 20, and I just focused on enjoying Brad, on enjoing us, on enjoying that terrific new cock-ring.

I don't know how Brad held back as long as he did, but I'm glad he had that self-control, because when I finally begged him to come, he exploded so powerfully and so deeply into me that I reacted to his deep explosion with my most explosive orgasm of the night--hell, probably my most explosive orgasm in my whole LIFE!

When Brad finally withdrew, I had to smile and chuckle a little: the hard-on engraved into his cock-ring was heavily smeared and streaming with my fresh, hot pussy juices, as if the stud engraved on the ring had just fucked me with his big, gently-curving cock, instead of Brad's cock.

"Now you know," Svetlana smiled, "why I said that you choose the PERFECT cock ring. It's like having two cocks fucking you at the same time!"

"I see you do tattoing as well as body piercing," I commented, appropos of nothing in particular.

"Yes, dahlink. Why? Do you want a tattoo?"

"I thought maybe we could get matching his and hers tattoos, to show our love and commitment to each other."

I saw the light of inspiration in Svetlana's gorgeous face, and in her shining eyes. "Do you trust me, dahlinks?"

We both nodded yes.

"I have a great idea!" Svetlana had me sit naked in one chair, with Brad naked in the chair beside me.

She leaned down and licked Brad's cock until it was once more rock-hard. She then grabbed my hand and had me encircle Brad's cock. "Hold him steady and hard like that. Don't let him go, and don't let him soften." I sat in my chair, slowly, lazily pumping Brad's shaft to keep it hard.

Svetlana began alternating her tattooing between Brad's stomach and my inner thigh. But she wouldn't let either of us look, until she had finished her skilled tattoo art on both of us.

When she was done, we both stood and looked at ourselves in a mirror.

On Brad's stomach, she had sketched a full-sized, highly-detailed image of his long, thick, hard cock, the big bulbous cock-head resting just above his navel. She had even put in some shadowing to make it look 3-D. This way, even when he went soft, he would still always have his big, beautiful hard-on protruding up out of his boxer shorts! And I would constantly be inspired to make him hard with my lips, hands, and tongue, until his real cock precisely matched the size and location of his tattoo.

On my inner thigh, Svetlana had also sketched a very perfect likeness of my Brad's hard cock, the tip of his cock-head gently nuzzling up against the edge of my pussy lips. This way, even when we were apart, I would always have Brad's big, beautiful hard cock pressing tightly up against my pussy lips. And when we were together, we would both want Brad's real cock resting atop my tattoo of his cock, doing what her art portrays it doing: gently slipping into my hungry slit.

"They're beautiful!" I gushed. "Just PERFECT! You are a true artist, Svetlana! What do we owe you?"

"No charge, dahlinks. My gift to you two lovers, to keep your love and your lust always sizzlink hot between you two."

I thought about going to the beach with a few of my closest girlfriends, stripping down to my bikini, and getting them all jealous when they see Svetlana's life-sized and very accurate rendering on my inner thigh, of the big, beauitiful, hard, loving cock my Brad shares only with me. Knowing they could see and envy the IMAGE of what Brad fucks me so passionately with, yet knowing there is no danger of any of my girlfriends actually seeing and enjoying the REAL cock that my studly Brad is packing. Yes, Svetlana had given us the PERFECT gift!

Brad and I whispered to each other, and soon we both agreed on how we would repay Svetlana for her beautiful and thoughtful gift, since she wouldn't accept cash payment. We both pushed her down flat on her back, and both of our faces eagerly, enthusiastically dove between her sweet, sexy legs. Svetlana pressed one bare, shapely leg over my shoulder, and the other leg over Brad's shoulder, drawing both of our faces in, closer to her beautiful, luscious, steamy pussy.

 

[catlover]

Brad

We were both so turned on by the tattoos we just couldnt resist. We laid there side by side, taking turns slurping her juicy pussy that I had fucked so delightfully earlier

Through my mind ran the thought of taking Janet to the nude beach, with our piercings and tattoos showing we shou;ld be te hit of the beach!

While she had her tongue busy working, I used mine to tell Janet that we had to leave soon so I could finish my gig at the bridal show, and then tomorrow we would go to the beach, and if Svetlana wanted to join us that would be fun too.

 

[Latina]

I don't know which was more fun, my tongue dancing around Brad's, or our tongues competing to see which could excite Svetlana's lovely clit more.

I had daydreamed about showing off my new tattoo to my girlfriends, so they could llok at tge full-size rendering on my thigh, and envy what a well-hung hunk I had managed to snare at the bridal show. But I had feared that one of them might go after the REAL cock that Svetlana had so skillfully drawn onto my thigh, and that would not do. That would not do at all. Besides, I was starting to feel spoiled and immature at thinking I should get my girlfreinds all jealous over what I have, what I get to take to bed with me every night now.

I knew that Brad and I think a lot alike, almost as if we can read each other's mind. But when he suggested we show off our new tattoos at the nude beach, I was floored that his thinking was so much in line with mine. Here we could make total strangers jealous of what we've found with each other, without fear that one of my slutty gal-plals might try to steal away my man. His suggestion was the PERFECT solution! I kissed him and told him how sweet he is to have thought this up.

When he said he had to leave to go to work, the spoiled-brat side of me returned. I pouted at having to leave his loving arms, even for a few hours. But then Svetlana cheered me up:

"My shop's not busy now. So you and I can continue to play, dahlink, while your hot hunk heads off to work. And if any customer SHOULD walk into our shop," she smiled, "Well, we'll be puttink on a real show for them, won't we dahlink? Besides, you can model your body piercinks and your new tattoos, show off my handiwork on you, to sell them on becomink my customers. I'll split my commissions with you."

The idea of working and playing with Svetlana all day was very exciting, so I reluctantly kissed Brad goodbye, flirtingly slipping him a bit of tongue. We could both taste Svetlana's feresh pussy juice on each other's tongues and on each other's breath.

"We'll both meet you at the beach at 5:00 tonight," we called out after Brad. Svetlana and I wrapped our arms around each other, hugging and kissing, as we both slowly slid down to our knees. Brad turned to wave goodbye one last time, and he smiled as he watched through the store window, to see our entwined naked bodies slowly sliding down toward the shop floor.

We wondered if Brad could do his job at the bridal show today, with the memory of what we three had shared in the shop, the knowledge that Svetlana and I would be loving the day away, and the anticipation of our upcoming evening as a threesome at the nude beach.

 

[catlover]

Brad

I hated leaving but there was the last day of the bridal show, and then packing up the equipment from our booth. The day dragged without great excitement, and I had no chance to show off my new decorations, except to my partner, and for that I deferred

The day finally ended and I went home to shower and shave and clean up, and hurry to the beach to meet the ladies while it was still light. I hadnt thought of gong tonight, but had planned on and invited her to go tomorrow in the heat of the day, but we could do both. As I drove I hoped they'd had a nice day together, and hoped they would tell me about it.

When I arrived, I went down on the sand and found them both naked, showing off before a whole crowd of men. I envisioned them taking on the whole bunch as i approached with trepidation but they greeted me with hugs and kisses, and as soon as I was nude, they both dropped to their knees and took turns sucking my cock in front of all the men holding their hard-on cocks in their hands

 

[Latina]

Svetlana and I were having such a great time showing off our naked bodies, our tattoos and percings, to all the hunky guys at the nude beach. But when Brad finally returned from working at the bridal show, it got even better.

Some of the nude women had admired the full-size rendering of Brad's cock that Svetlana had so skillfully tattooed onto my thigh, but most of gthese girls refused to believe I had a man who is packing THAT much delicious meat. They figured either I was the luckiest woman on earth (I am) or the biggest liar on earth.

When Brad showed up and stripped, all the naked young sluts circled around like buzzards when they saw that he really IS packing that much love muscle!

"You are SO lucky!" one redhead gushed. "You get to have ALL of that in your bed every night?"

"EVERY night!" I grinned proudly.

"Oooo, can I touch it?" one curvy naked woman asked.

"Touch it, hell," a second busty slut added, "I just want to suck it!"

"Touch it? Suck it?" a third grinned, "No, that's not what I want! I want to grab his hardness in both hand and cram it tight into my hot, horny PUSSY!"

The other naked hotties all nodded their agreement.

"Sorry, ladies," I grinned. "Hands off. He's MINE! All mine!"

"You mean, he's all OURS!" Svetlana pouted.

I hugged Svetalana's beautiful, curvy naked body and kissed her full on the mouth. "Sorry, baby. Of course Brad is OURS!"

Svetlana and I both knelt on our knees on the hot sand, taking turns flicking our tongues all over Brad's hot hardness. We decided the sand was too hot, so Svetlana, Brad, and I all stood up and, linking arms, moved the action closer to the ocean, where the water was as moist as our pussies, but the sand was cool compared to our naked and wide-open pussies, which were both steaming hot.

A trail of naked beach guys and chicks followed the three of us down to the water's edge, to watch the action. Svetlana and I again sank to our knees, in the wet sand, and resumed licking at Brad. Brad pushed me down on my back with one hand, and at the same time he pushed Svetlana onto the sand with his other hand. He arranged our legs spread wide apart, our knees raised high in the air, our naqked, wet pussies fully exposed to the crowd, our bare feet flat against the cool, wet sand. Brad then lay face down in the wet sand, his massive hard-on leaving a deep trench-like indentation in the sand. He took turns licking at Svetlana's lovely blonde pussy and my own, as the crowd formed a semi-circle around us to watch every lick, every stroke, every shaking, quivering moan.

Svetlana commented about one of the beefy hunks watching us. "He is cute, isn't he?" I whispered my agreement to Svetlana. "Do you want to invite him to play with us? It's OK with me if you do."

Svetlana did not reply verbally. Instead, she motioned for the hunk to come closer. As he knelt over us, Svetlana grabbed his very nice-looking cock, and lazily pumped it in her fist about 100 times until he got hard enough. Then she sat up and slowly sucked him into her mouth, as Brad continued to lick at Svetalana's pussy and mine. He was so long and thick, that she was having a hard time sucking him past her lips and mouth, into her throat. But she wasn't complaining, not at all. I could see Svetalana was REALLY enjoying having her mouth so overstiffed with cock. When this hunk pulled out of Svetlana's hungry mouth, I grabbed Brad's cock in one hand, and the cock of Svetalana's beach stud in my other hand. I slowly pumped them both. As big as Svetalan'a new stud was, my fist had to travel further to stroke all of Brad's cock . I smiled to realize that as nice a cock as Svetlana's new man has, my man is still even BIGGER.

Yes, as one of the beach sluts said earlier, I am inddeed a VERY lucky girl!

 

[catlover]

Brad

One of the girls asked how it felt to get fucked by a man with a cockring. I vcolunteered to show her, but Janet quickly told her to go see Svetlana with her boyfriend and then she would find out.

In fact, if they had had anywhere to put them, they would all have Svetlana's business cards, as they all wanted tattoos and piercings as we had.

It seemed as though we had started a cult, and before long we would all be playing together. The sun was going down, however, and it was getting along toward time to leave. Janet and I threw on some clothes and since she had ridden to the beach with Svetlana, we left her with her new stud and headed back to her place, laughiung all the way about what we had started aong that group, and vowing to retrn again tomorrow to see what would hsappen

Sheepishly, Janet asked me if I wanted to fuck any of those other girls, and I told her I'd follow her lead. I would if she wanted to fuck any of the guys, and I was pretty sure she did.

When we got back to her place, we took a shower together to wash off the sand and salt water, anfd headed out to dinner agan

 

[Latina]

It felt almost as great to know that all the very sexy naked women on the beach envied me my body, my tattoos, and my piercings, as it felt to know that they also envied me my very hunky boyfriend. All the girls knew I was lucky to be able to ride such a magnificent cock anytime I wanted to, and I knew I was lucky, too.

We went out to dinner at a very fancy place. At first, the snooty maitre d' didn't want to seat us, even when Brad slipped him a $50 bribe. So I flashed the waiter some tit, and even that didn't seem to move him.

Then inspiration hit me. I flipped up my skirt, still no panties underneath, showing the maitre d' the full-size tattoo of Brad's gorgeous cock. I then pointed at Brad and smiled. The maitre d' hungrily licked his lips and seated us in a very secluded booth. When he left, we both giggled and whispered "Gay!"

The day at the beach, among all those beautiful young naked sluts and studs, had left me pretty randy, and our secluded booth hid us from the other restaurant customers, so I slowly slid my foot up Brad's leg and let my toes wiggle against his crotch.

"Janet," he moaned, "I'm so tired after working the bridal show, I couldn't get it up with a CRANE!"

"I'm going to take that as a personal dare," I smiled, surreptitiously sliding down under the table. I unzipped Brad's slacks and began to lick.

Just as he was starting to twitch just a little, the waiter stepped up to the table. "Could I take your order, please?" Brad gulped hard and tried to remain calm ordering, as I continued to hungrily lick at his cock under the table.

Then, unbelievably, the waiter flipped up the table cloth. "And would YOU like something more substantial to eat, miss?" How embarrassing for us both!

Brad lost what little hardness he was starting to get. Although all I really wanted to eat was Brad, I decided I'd better order some food now. So I straightened up my clothes, slid back up from under the table, glanced at the menu, and nervously ordered the first item my eyes landed on.

"We'll continue this later," I smiled.

After dinner, Brad drove us to his place. He quickly stripped, nuzzled against me in bed, and within seconds he was fast asleep in my arms. He felt good with his head resting in my ample cleavage, his arms hugging me, and his soft cock against my furry pussy. His soft breathing against my bare breasts was very comforting and reassuring, and soon lulled me to sleep, too. After the day of fucking Svetlana at her shop and the eveneing at the beach, helping Svetlana to promote her pierciongs and tattoos, I was pretty tired myself, so I didn't really mind that Brad and I didn't get to play in bed that night.

As the first rays of sunlight streamed through Brad's bedroom window in the morning, I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I looked down at the tattoo of Brad's cock on my thigh, its tip nuzzled against the edge of my real pussy lips. Then I looked over at the naked Brad beside me in bed, and I smiled to myslef contentedly.

The memories of all that Brad, Svetlana, and I had shared the day before were making me all hot and horny again. I leaned over and gratefully kissed Brad's soft cock, but he didn't stir from his deep sleep.

That's when I spotted a microphone from Brad's DJ business. It was long, thick, and hard, with one end flared out wide, just like a cock. A thick black cord protruded from what would be the "balls" end if it were a cock, and I realized that it was the perfect shape to slip up my hungry twat, and the long black cord would make it easy to pull it back out again.

I picked up the mic and began slowly rubbing it against my pussy lips. At first the silver metal was cold, but soon the heat of my passion warmed it up. I plugged the mic into an enormous speaker, and switched it on. I walked over to the bed, laid down beside Brad's beautiful naked form, and began to slowly slip the hard microphone into my most secret of soft feminine recesses. As my pussy began to tighten around the mic, my insides let out loud squishes of desire against the "cock" microphone, which the amplifier made even louder.

Brad began to stir from his deep sleep now. "Good morning, my love," I smiled. "Since you said you couldn't get it up with a crane, I decided to take care of my needs myself."

"Go for it, girl!" he encouraged. He placed his hand atop mine, helping me to guide the microphine deeper and ever deeper into me. I was shaking and moaning, and soon I came all over the microphone.

Brad gently pulled the microphone by its cord, slowly slipping it out of me.

"What are you doing?" I moaned. "I'm not done fucking yet!"

"Why settle for a phony cock?" he grinned, "when you can have the REAL thing?" He put my hand on his cock, which seemed to have grown bigger and harder than the microphone now!

"I thought you couldn't get it up with a CRANE!" I smiled.

"I couldn't. But YOU did!"

I picked up a pillow case from the floor, and was about to use it to wipe my dripping come off the microphone. "No, no," Brad protested. "Leave it. It will make an interesting surprise for the singer at my next wedding gig."

I gingerly set the mic down so as to leave it thoroughly smeared in my pussy juices. I tried to picture some guy singing into the mic as my pussy juices dripped down off of it.

I kissed Brad's very hard cock, then I climbed up atop his luscious muscular thighs, and began to rock my wide-open, dripping wet pussy back and forth along the length of his cock. My clit grew hard and began to peek out from hiding behind its hood. So I slowly slid my pussy down over Brad, making sure his cock pressed tight and hard against my clit and my clitiral hood as he slid up into me.

I gazed into his eyes, trying to hypnotize him to my will. "Come," I whispered. "come, NOW!" Completely mesmerized to obey my every command now, Brad let his cock pulse and flare, which sent stream after stream of hot, sticky man juice shooting deep up into my tight, horny love chamber. His orgasm quickly triggered one of my own.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned dreamily. "I want us to come and come and come again, over and over, all morning long."

"We need to save some of that for all the lovelies and hunks, when we go back to the nude beach this morning."

"That's right," I kissed him passionatrely on the mouth, my legs still straddling his, his wonderful hard cock still stuffed deep up inside of me. "That's right. We seem to have built-up quite a following at the nude beach last night. And Svetlana promised me a sales commission on every body piercing and every tattoo I sell for her. If we put on a good show for them, I'm sure we can turn every beach sun worshipper into a customer for Svetlana, and make a lot of money for us in the bargain. Not to mention having lots of funs fucking each other, and fucking some of our sexiest clients, right there on the beach!"

Brad and I both slipped into knee-length terrycloth robes, and nothing else. This would make it easy and quick to strip at the nude beach, and let us dry off after fucking away the day in the wet sand and the pounding surf.

When we arrived back at the nude beach, Svetlana was just pulling up in her car. The hunk she'd picked up at the beach last night was riding with her. Judging by his ear-to-ear grin, they must have had a terrific night together.

"I vuz inspired to create a new artistic masterpiece on George last night," Svetlana smiled, whipping the beach towel off her new stud.

It was BEAUTIFUL! Svetlana had tattooed an exquisite pussy onto her new man's thighs, belly, and balls, so it completely surrounded his cock, and his balls seemed to press tightly uop aganst the tattoo of the pussy lips. Hard or soft, George's real cock appeared to be completely surrounded by the tight, grasping walls of what I instantly realized was a very accurate depiction of Svetlana's sweet blonde pussy.

Svetlana playfully stroked her new stud a couple of times. As George's cock grew harder under her loving attention, he separated his legs into an inverted V, which made the pussy tattoo appear to open wider to accommodate his growing thickness.

"Oh, Svetlana, it's BEAUTIFUL," I gushed, falling into her arms and mashing my bare breasts against hers. "We should book orders for a LOT of those today!"

What with her dreamy new stud George showing off the pussy tattoo, and Brad and I showing off the tattoo of Brad's cock on both my thigh and Brad's belly, I knew we were in for more tatto orders than Svetlana could possibly handle on her own.

"Teach me to tattoo like that?" I asked Svetlana. "Then I can pick up the overflow of business we're bound to get today, and every day we put on a show here at the nude beach. Besides, if I work with you, I'll always have a fresh supply of hard cocks and soft pussies to play with, as I help you in your tattoo shop."

"It's not a skill you learn over night, dahlink. But if you are willink to be patient and verk with me diligently, yes, I vill teach you. I vill teach your Brad, too, if he vants to verk vith us, and he'll get to play vith my pussy and yours venever the shop is slow."

"But," Svetlana smiled, "let's discuss this later. Right now, let's all put on a show of our tattoos and piercings, and drum up some business today here on the nude beach."

With all four of us naked, and with Brad in the middle between Svetlana and me, we linked arms and joyfully skipped nude down to the water line. Svetlana's new stud followed a pace behind us, and George watched every seductive motion of Svetlana's shapely bare ass as we walked to the ocean's edge. Svetlana, Brad, and I began playing and splashing and kissing and hugging in the gentle morning surf. Svetlana then aligned her real pussy over the pussy she'd tattooed onto George, and she slowly slid herself down over him, as Brad lined his cock up with the image of his cock on my thigh, and in missionary position on the beach, he slowly slipped it hard to me. We four were all fucking and bucking and twisting and writhing and shaking and moaning on the cool wet sand, the surf gently lapping at our naked, entwined bodies.

When a crowd began to circle around us, Svetlana climbed off George, and I let Brad slip out of me. I began to play with Brad's cock ring as he diddled my clit ring, so everyone could see, and soon Brad and I were again lying in the wet sand, enjoying the friction of ring against ring as he gently made love with me on the soft, wet sand.

"How does it feel, cock-ring against pussy ring?" several in the crowd began to ask.

"Divine!" I moaned, as Svetlana and George began jotting down names and phone numbers on order pads, from nude couples who wanted his-and-hers piercings, to experience for themselves the same enjoyment that Brad and I were now so publicly sharing.

Between orders, Svetlana would gently slip her pussy down over George, her real pussy against the tattoo of her pussy engraved on George's fine, firm, toned young body. Then she would slip herself off of him, she and George would each write down another tattoo order, and she would slip herself back down over him again.

I don't know which was making me feel better: Brad riding me, watching Svetlana ride George, admiring all the beautiful nude flesh on all the hunks and sluts gathered around us at the nude beach, or the success that our show was bringing to Svetlana's tiny piercing and tattoo business. All I know is I was smiling and shaking and moaning and coming endlessly on the soft, cool wet sand, and I never felt happier in my whole life!

"Pick out a beach slut," I whispered to Brad, "and fuck her with your pierced cock. I've got my eyes on a stud over there that I'd like to ride, rubbing my clit ring down over him."

 

[catlover]

Brad

One cute girl (not the same one as yesterday) asked how it felt to be fucked by a cock ring. This time, Janet said to give her a demonstration, so I offerred to let her find out for herself

She looked at her boyfriend who nodded yes, so we walked back up the beach to our blanket and she laid down and pulled me down on top of her. I kissed her while her boyfriend watched, and then slid down to lick her pussy. I told her we needed to get her nice and wet, and she admitted she was already nice and wet, and she was. I still wanted a taste, so I said "a deal is a deal"

I licked her pussy a little while, and then slid up on her, but looked over my shoulder to see Janet sitting on another guy's cock riding him up and down. I told the girl's guy that he missed the boat, and that Janet was one great fuck, and he should try her out

The girl reached down and pointed my cock at her, and inched herself closer pulling me to her twat. My cock found its way home, and I started to thrust into her She gasped and exclaimed how good it felt, as she thrust back at me vigorously. Soon we both came, and she told her guy that he wouldn't get any more sex from her until he went to visit Svetlana and got what I had. He wanted to know if it hurt, and I told him "only for an instant, AND THE REWARDS ARE WORTH IT!"

With a laugh we returned to the others, and he took one of Svetlana's cards and made an appointment for later today. Janet was finished too, and asked the girl how she liked it. We told her the deal the couple had made and I could see the cash register in her eyes flashing as she counted up the commissions, assuming of course that Svetlana would charge them, instead of being paid off with sex as she had done me.

 

[Latina]

Brad raised the possibility that Svetlana's customers might pay her in sex instead of money. I wouldn't mind occasionally having some of her sexiest male AND female customers pay us in sex. But we needed to be paid mostly in money, to pay our living costs and the overhead on Svetlana's shop. I knew Svetlana understands that, and I reassured Brad.

Before we left the nude beach and let the crowd disperse, a thought came to me. "My stud Brad here is a professional DJ," I announced, "and always looking for new clients." The crowd seemed unimpressed and disinterested. I then remembered the microphone I had been playing with this morning, which I had put in Brad's car for no particular reason. I retrieved it from Brad's car, and showed it to the crowd. My pussy juices were still smeared all over the mic, and dripping down off it. My come was cold on the mic by now, but it was still a liquid ooze.

Svetlana picked up the mic and slowly licked my come off it. She then knelt down and slid the mic into me, playing with it, twisting it inside me, until I shook and moaned and came all over it again. She handed it to one of the hunkier naked guys on the beach to lick my fresh, warm come off of it, as she dove between my legs to lick my juices straight from the source. I grabbed the mic from the beach stud, and licked my pussy juices off of it myself.

"It's a tasty fake cock. But I need to lick a REAL cock," I moaned, as Svetlana's tongue drove me to higher and higher plateaus of pleasure.

The beach stud offered me his cock, which was admittedly quite beautiful, but I hesitated to suck a stranger's cock. Brad rescued me from this awkwardness, offering his own luscious cock to my hungry lips. YES--this is my favorite, the only cock I really want to ever suck on, the one and only cock that REALLY and truly makes my mouth content.

Svetlana grabbed the mic from me now, and stuffed it deep into her own hot and horny, beautiful wet pussy.

Between my antics with the mic, and Svetlana's, just about everyone on the beach wanted one of Brad's DJ cards now, even some who had earlier passed on getting Svetlana's business cards. Looked like our hot sex life was also proving to be VERY good for business: Svetlana's AND Brad's!

It was time for us four business partners to go home and enjoy each other in privacy again. Tomorrow would be a new day, to lure in new sexual partners for Brad, George, Sevtlana, and me, and new customers for both businesses (Brad's and Svetlana's) as well.

Having fun and making lots of money LEGALLY! What could be better than this?