1. A funny thing happened.. Pt1


    Date: 8/15/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Extreme, Spanking, Author: Cynthiia23, Rating: 16.7, Source: sexstories.com

    high-and-mighty. I'm just being middle-aged, and...oh shit!" And without another word, and without making any sound, Dapper Jack Lindley started to cry. 2. A few hours later: Glori and Brad had gone back to their rooms. Carolyn was stretched out on the couch with her feet in Jack's lap, half covered by a blanket which Liz had tossed onto her before heading off towards the bathroom, into which she had apparently vanished. For his part, Jack's outburst seemed to have exhausted him. He was still sitting up, and he looked a little too...I don't know, symmetrical?...to be entirely asleep. But his head was back, his eyes closed, and his mouth slightly open. Maybe he was asleep. We all should have been; we were coming up on a 5-show weekend. Maybe Jack was. Maybe they all were. I wasn't. "Hey Jack?" I whispered. After a moment: "Yes, my child?" "Are you ok?" He raised his head slowly and looked at me: "Honey. I am an aging happily-married homosexual, 1000 plus miles from my scrumptious hubby and within spitting distance of enough hard young cocks to fertilize three poultry farms. It is four-o-fuck-if-I-know in the morning, and I have an absolute motherfucker of a crick in my neck from sitting on a cheap sofa in an apartment currently housing six of the most magnificent tits west of the Rockies, in which I have, of course, no conceivable interest. I am neither drunk enough to be mellow, nor sober enough to be confident of escaping the Queen Bitch Kahuna of all hangovers when I ...
    finally drag my sorry ass out of bed in what I won't even pretend to call the morning. So no, Wonder-Slut," (his show nickname for me) "I am many things right now: some good, some absolutely foul, but 'ok' ain't even in the zip-code." "Have you spent the last three hours coming up with that?" "Bitch, I am a master of improv!" "Bullshit." "All right, you got me. And considering time and circumstances, I'll do. Thanks for asking." "I do kind of like him, you know?" "Simeon?" "Uh huh." "Honey, I think the only person in this sovereign state who doesn't know it is the man himself." "Seriously? I mean he's old enough to by my father. Why would anybody think...?" Jack interrupted with a snort. "My dear Virginia, you are 6'2" in those heels, and you've got boobs the size of cantaloupes." "Why does everybody go on about how big my..." "Every time Cute, Squat and Jewish comes within ten feet of you, you straighten your back and stick out your chest. Maybe Microscopic Marge"—our 4'11" Assistant Stage Manager—"could get away with that shit. You do it, and it's a seismic event. Random hard-ons are reported three counties away. By the way, as a matter of passing interest, how come I'm not this funny when I'm sober?" "Yeah, I'm thinking your blood-alcohol level may be warping your definition of funny." "Amazonian, lovesick, and humorless: it must suck to be you." "He told me he was a little afraid of me." Jack sighed, then smiled a little sadly. "Hell, Gin, I'm sure he is. Look," the drink and ...
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