1. A funny thing happened.. pt 3


    Date: 8/26/2017, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Extreme, Spanking, Author: Cynthiia23, Rating: 25, Source: sexstories.com

    innocent. Liz performed an impromptu strip-tease, dancing to a soundtrack which only she could hear. On anybody else it would have looked stupid; on my friend Liz Charboneaux...in fire-engine red lingerie? Holy shit! She pranced around in a half-circle until her back was to her audience—Carolyn and I stepped behind Sim's beanbag to watch—and her hips rocked and rolled as she reached around to unclasp her bra. She shot a look over her shoulder, caught Carolyn's eye (ah...the kiss, the glances...not rocket science.), winked, and spun around to prance toward us, holding the bra over her breasts with her right arm. Then she shimmied out of the shoulder straps, and let her top fall; a pouty 'should I?' look, and her arm came away from her body, now naked from the waist up. Another shimmy set her pretty titties bouncing, as she turned her back to us again, and stuck out that killer ass as she bent to undo the straps holding the stockings to the cincher. I know guys who consider Liz Charboneaux's ass proof of the existence of a benign God and an ordered universe. No shit; according to some grad-school student she had dated, nothing that perfect could have come into being without a master plan. The cincher fell away, and she swayed and swiveled her round firm cheeks to the rhythm of some driving, jazzy bump-and-grind. My mouth had fallen open without my being aware of it, and I expended the mental energy necessary to close it. Then I looked, a little nervously, at Sim. His ...
    expression hadn't changed; the little grin was still there, although his eyes looked a little wider than they had. I let my eyes travel down his body, and sure enough, his dick was harder, a little longer, still not fully erect, not like when we'd kissed. I didn't know how to feel; part of me was relieved, and part of me was surprised. I'm not really into girls, and Liz had me dripping like a busted sprinkler. A stray thought occurred to me: Sim was 48; maybe guys his age didn't get the same kind of insta-boners younger men got. I'd have to remember that if I got him alone, or when I got him alone. Vibrata was finishing up: she tore her thong off, and threw it away—ok, snaps, but still; that had to hurt! She was naked except for stockings and heels, and she was magnificent. She smiled at Philia, winked at me, and then dropped to her hands and knees and crawled toward Pseudolus. When she was maybe a foot away from his beanbag, she rose up on her knees, gave our poor slave a "Come fuck me" glare, and froze, as if buttoning a number. I snuck another peak at Sim's face; now he looked a little nervous. Philia was the first to speak: "Oh my, should I do...that for Hero?" I said: "No, Sweetheart. Do it your way the first time. We can show you other ways later." I leaned in towards our slave, letting him sense my closeness, even though I was talking to our slut-in-training, and I tried out my 'sexy Roman Human Development teacher' voice (Hey, I'm a professional!): "A real slut can talk with ...
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