1. Swigglewicks


    Date: 10/5/2017, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: adagio_sabadicus, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    marked for days, but no matter of that, me whole being desired her, craved her, longed for to take me. "I can't resist a man with tinted glasses," she repeated sealing my fate. Offering her tits to me, I accepted, squeezing them gently, feeling their weight upon my palms and the passions within them. Like waves crashing against my hard dick, my pre-cum sprang, spilling outwards, the scent overpowering. I was lost, entirely hers, my inner demons urging me on, mocking me. "Do it, have her. Don’t be a coward. Fuck her until she moans." Giggling, her plump lips tickled my earlobe. "Gang bang in the upper hollows of the fretwork, after ten. Your lover will be there." All the while, my eyes remained upon her as slowly she swiveled, removing herself from my lap. Casting an impish smirk my way, she waited. Ah, the payment, proof of my worth. I handed her a bill, a large one, not knowing the approximate worth of the bare flesh I’d touched or that of her promise. I watched her expression, anxious to know if I pleased her. I did. Her smile said it all as did the kiss she blew as she disappeared up a downstairs staircase. My watch read near ten. And, in keeping with my thoughts of lustful merriment, I mentally rehearsed the creed I fucked by. "The best part of prostitution is that there is absolution if one was to repent, but in thrill it remains unmatched, bringing penis to pussy with a reckless abandon that relationships loose after the first throes of passion." Nervousness drowned ...
    in strong liquor, I ventured forth. The steps spiraled downwards twelve footfalls, plunging beneath the floorboards towards a dark underworld. With each step, a creek, as if settling on its foundation or perhaps announcing my presence. Nothing could stop me, her temptations corralling my rocks and drawing up my sack pack. Head swimming from alcohol and absinthe, my thoughts churned to the raw blues and acoustics beats of primal drumming. Visions of her churning cunt drove me on, along with the oohs 'n' aahs of the ‘fuck-me please’ gents who’d preceded me. I heard their stirrings, faint at first, as if a migration of sounds had been sent through the air to greet me, only to be summoned back unexpectedly. Peering through the gloom, my tinted glasses a hindrance in the low light, I made out shapes of bodies contorted. In positions not found in text books, I beheld cocks and elbows, pussy and knees, naked body parts humping sweltering flesh...and I with tromping bone was to join them. A plaque above the door read, "A GRATUITY WELCOMED TO REPLACE THE TALLOW AND CANDLE STICKS." Before entering, I steadied my pounding heart, quelled my light-headiness. Taking a deep breath of the sex-filled air, I studied my surroundings. She was there, as promised. Heart a flutter, my eyes focused in on her, only her, doing a hat-trick with a double penetration in her ass. What a sight. Joining the Pelee, I brushed past her, giving her a wink, a nudge. Her acknowledgment surprised and excited me. ...
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