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[Anyone can use and adapt this idea if they want to make it. But please keep the title so I can find it if you post it on a video sharing site. And please can the model wear the outfit as described, with either brand new plain white canvas plimsolls/sneakers (Keds Oxford Champions are especially nice) or white satin ballet shoes with ribbons tied in proper ballerina fashion around the ankles. The model’s face should not be shown in full (to preserve an air of mystery) and although I have no problem with full frontal nudity if used with taste and sensitivity, it would probably be better not to use it so the video can be more widely available to view. You may like to post a comment saying where it can be seen.]
[You can find other of my postings under my old user name of 130260.]
Title screen: PRELUDE IN FIVE MOVEMENTS
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Title screen: FIRST MOVEMENT: SARABANDE
Music: Aria from JS Bach: Goldberg Variations BWV 988
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The camera pans around a bedroom. It is light, bright and spacious and tastefully furnished. Several close-ups show items giving attractive sensual contrasts e.g. flowers in a vase, sheepskin rug against real wood floorboards. The camera then pans slowly in turn along a dressing table arranged with various items of makeup and jewellery; then up a classic café chair with round seat, curved back and tubular legs; then along a bed, laid with just a plain white bed sheet and pillows with cases that are white, plain colour or a simple pattern and on which are laid out in a row a pair of white satin briefs (very cut away in jock strap or g-string style) a pair of black footless ballet tights, a black leotard: sleeveless with straps, low rounded front and low back, high thigh, a brightly patterned headscarf, a pair of white ankle socks and a pair of white plimsolls or white ballet shoes (see above).
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Title Screen: SECOND MOVEMENT: MODERE
Music: Les sons et les parfums tournent dans l’air du soir from Debussy: First Book of Preludes L.117 no. 4
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A close up of the model’s eyes. Then the model’s arm reaches from the edge of the frame to pick up the briefs. Then the model’s legs can be seen from behind as the briefs are pulled up. The model’s torso is seen from behind with the briefs in place. The model turns slowly so the white satin curve of the briefs can be seen emerging from beyond the leading leg. The scene dissolves into a close up of the model’s bare feet (with toe nails painted) and lower legs as the tights are being slowly put on. Successive close ups from behind and in front show the briefs disappearing under the tights as they are pulled up over the torso. Then there is a shot of the model’s legs bending and flexing as the leotard is pulled on. More close ups of the torso show the gusset of the leotard being pulled up to a snug fit. A close up of the model’s chest shows the nipples standing out beneath the leotard as it is pulled up over the upper body. A shot from the rear shows the curved edges of the leotard across the back and the thighs as the model finishes adjusting the straps. The scene dissolves to a close up of the model’s head (not showing the face) as the scarf is put on pirate fashion to cover it. Then a shot from just behind the model’s shoulder shows the head, shoulder and upper part of the back.
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Title Screen: THIRD MOVEMENT: ALLEGRETTO
Music: Villanesca, from Granados: Danza Espanola, Op. 37 no. 4
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The model is shown from behind sitting at the dressing table. In a series of tight close ups that don’t show the whole face the model is shown making up the face, eyes and mouth. The model already has painted nails or is wearing false nails. Other close ups show the model putting on jewellery, including around the nick a black satin choker.
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Title screen: FOURTH MOVEMENT: SOSTENUTO
Music: Raindrop Prelude, from Chopin: 24 Preludes, Op. 28 no. 15 in Db
The model’s feet and lower legs are in close-up as, in a sequence of slow, lingering shots, the model slips the ankle socks onto the feet, carefully turns down and smoothes the tops around the ankles and ensures that the bottoms of the footless tights can’t be seen, slips the feet into the plimsolls or ballet shoes and carefully and neatly ties the laces or ribbons (taking care to tie the ribbons over the ankle socks only). The model is then seen from the side sitting on the chair bending forward to run the fingertips of the leading hand slowly down the leading leg to stroke the ankle and the shoe. In another series of slow lingering close ups taken from various angles and viewpoints the model strokes the body, ankles, feet and legs and bends and stretches the body, legs and feet to communicate the pleasure of wearing a closely fitting leotard and tights with plimsolls or ballet shoes. The model may do some slow simple ballet movements such as plies and go en pointe if wearing ballet shoes. One nice shot would be to show the model from behind, sitting on the chair facing the back of the chair with arms folded on the top of the chair, slowly rolling the head whilst bending the knees and drawing the tips of the feet up the length of the chair legs.
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Title screen: FIFTH MOVEMENT: ADAGIO (FINALE)
Music: Prelude No. 4 in D from Rachmaninoff: 10 Preludes, Op. 23
A series of close shots shows the model removing the leotard, then pulling up the bottoms of the tights from beneath the ankle socks before slowly and carefully pulling down the tights and removing them from over the feet still wearing the plimsolls or ballet shoes, then taking off the briefs, leaving the model naked in plimsolls or ballet shoes. Another series of shots shows the model making graceful movements or doing ballet steps. The final shot is of the model (with the face obscured by the leading arm resting on the bed in front of it) lying on the side and facing the camera, close to the edge on the bed, the feet pointed and positioned so they can both be clearly seen. The model slowly draws up the leading leg, keeping the foot pointed, so the knee rests on the bed in front of the body.
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Credits:
MUSIC [Details of the music]

COSTUME [Details of the costume items]
Leotard:
Tights:
Plimsolls/Ballet shoes
Ankle socks
Scarf
Underwear

It was a hot night in Myrtle Beach but that did not stop me from wanting to dance. After a day lying on the beach and swimming, I was ready for some f-u-n. I had found the ideal outfit while cruising along the Boardwalk shops; a satin-like tank top and matching running short set in a bright aquamarine color that made my sun-bronzed skin seem to glow. A skimpy white thong and some sandals and I was ready for the evening.
As I walked into the air-conditioned nightclub, the pounding of the music was so profound that I could feel it in my bones. The chill in the air made my nipples stand and gave me goose pimples along my arms and legs. I needed to get the old blood moving so I made my way straight to the dance floor. Like most places, there was one area were all the dancers were women, dancing either as singles or in some loose pack. I moved to the edge of one such pack and began to move with the beat of the bass line. As the music swept through me I closed my eyes and gave myself over to it, shifting my body in joyous celebration.
As I had danced, the pack had moved and flowed around me, placing me at the center. I sensed another woman moving close behind me and then felt her breasts against my back and her hands on my hips. We moved together in a sensuous grind as the others swirled about us. Her hands began to move up along my flanks and then underneath the tank top, grazing the underside of my breasts. In a wicked mood, I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensation as her hands brushed across my erect nipples, sending shock waves through my entire body. Emboldened by my acceptance, she began to stroke and pinch my nipples as I ground my ass against her groin.
Another of the women moved up against my front as we swayed to the music. Her hands moved upwards along my legs and under the rear of my running shorts to cup my buns. Between the hands on my breasts and the ones caressing my ass, I was really becoming aroused, and the verge of climaxing right there on the dance floor. The woman behind me began to kiss the side of my neck as the one in front of me pressed her lips to mine, her tongue darting between my lips to tease my own.
The song ended and we reluctantly separated as the band put down their instruments and began a break. We moved over to a table in the corner and I was handed a chilled white wine. As I sipped the wine I observed my dance partners, two of the older girls in my sorority at college. The one who had been behind me was Ingrid, an absolute knockout of Scandinavian beauty – almost six feet tall, long blonde hair so pale it was almost white, eyes so blue they looked like pieces of the sky, perfect body barely concealed by her halter top and shorts. Her roommate Veronica (Ronnie) was the other – petite, raven haired, green eyed – also dressed provocatively in a micro-mini of electric blue.
While the band’s rest break came to a close, we talked about college and the sorority. They both had seen me at pledge week and at the induction, but had not had any opportunity to seek me out during the spring term. They could not believe their eyes when I came into the club; I was the last person they had expected to see in Myrtle Beach during spring break. Most freshmen went home. I explained that I was planning of heading home on Monday but intended to enjoy a few days of fun and sun before then. They both promised to help me meet those goals as the band started up again.
As we returned to the dance floor, Ingrid and I gathered around Ronnie. I was unsure about being too forward on the dance floor. But Ingrid soon had Ronnie swaying against her. I moved along behind her and then reached a tentative hand to caress Ronnie’s hip. The silky material of her dress made it feel like I was touching her bare skin and I had this overwhelming flash of what it must be like to actually caress that smooth flesh. Almost of had been, its own volition, my hand moved down her side and under the hem of that mini to find that Ronnie, like myself, preferred thongs. Her naked buttock was as silky as her dress even smoother than I had imagined.
The next dance number found Ingrid in the middle of us, and made a point of seeking her firm proud breasts by easing my hands in at the sides of her halter, cupping them like a living bra. I rubbed their hard points between my thumb and fingers, causing her to groan a little as I tweaked them harder. Meanwhile Ronnie was stroking the insides of Ingrid’s thighs, her fingers brushing the outer edge of her shorts.
There was no doubt where this evening was heading. Whenever we danced, we found ever opportunity to touch one another. Occasionally another woman would join in, but for the most part, it was if the three of us were alone. We paid no attention to those around us, but I am quite sure we put on quite a show for everyone there. Finally, we knew it was time to leave the club.
We walked out onto the Boardwalk and turned along the beachfront. It was agreed that I would join them at their hotel because it was closer and they had a larger room with a better view of the beach. We would stop every so often to kiss and touch one another, keeping the juices flowing and the fires burning. We entwined in the elevator since we had it to ourselves. Ingrid pulled my top off and she and Ronnie soon began to suckle my nipples. I pulled Ingrid’s halter aside and fondled one breast while my other hand explored Ronnie’s delightful derriere. When the doors parted at the correct floor, we ran down the hall to their room, still half naked. Once the door closed, Ronnie pulled her dress off over her head and Ingrid and I shucked off our shorts.
We all fell onto the king sized bed and resumed our kissing and caressing. I captured Ingrid’s right breast with my mouth, pulling and biting her nipple with my teeth. Ronnie was busy stroking and caressing my sides and breasts, pinching the nipples and then kissing and sucking them. Ingrid pulled away from me and then moved my arm upwards toward the head of the bed just as Ronnie did the same with my right arm. They each tied my hands to the headboard with soft scarves, trapping me.
I had never done this and I found the idea both scary and exhilarating. They each began to slowly caress my body, Ingrid the left side and Ronnie the right. Without a word, they tugged my thong down my legs baring my trimmed pubis to their gaze. Then they tied my ankles with other scarves. I was now trapped, completely exposed to their gaze and whatever their intentions were. Now they both began to kiss each other, caressing each other’s breast and sides, cupping buttocks and stroking thighs. They pulled one another’s panties off and then resumed kissing and touching.
I had seen other women make love before but never from such a disadvantage. Bound as I was, I could only groan as my own sexual tensions mounted. Seeing their hands moving between the others thighs, parting the outer and inner lips to stroke clits and plumb the slick passages made my own body cry out to be touched. The heady musk of their arousal added to my own passions, and seeing Ronnie shudder as Ingrid brought her over the edge made me quiver in sympathy. I wanted….I needed….I craved.
I knew they could see my condition. I could feel my juices running down the crack of my ass and knew my outer lips had swollen open to expose my molten core. Ingrid fell on me, her lips against mine and her tongue dancing within my mouth. Her hands pinched and pulled my nipples as Ronnie’s hands moved along my legs and sides. Surprisingly, Ronnie untied my right leg and then moved up to untie my right arm. Ingrid pulled me onto my side and the Ronnie retied my arm. As Ingrid licked and sucked on my nipples, Ronnie began to kiss and caress my back, her tongue making a slow sensual path down my spine. Both Ingrid and Ronnie’s tongue crossed my waist at the same moment. Ingrid moved my free right leg onto her shoulder as she moved my mouth across my abdomen. Ronnie’s hands stroked my buttocks, her fingertips brushing long the dusky crevasse between them. As one both leaned forward, their mouths touching me simultaneously, Ingrid’s tongue on my clit as Ronnie’s found my anus.
I exploded….there is no other way to describe it. I came so hard and so long that I lost conscious thought. Neither woman let up, their mouths and fingers explored, teased, and caressed me through several more orgasms. As Ingrid sucked and nibbled on my clit, she slid her fingers deep inside my soaked pussy, Ronnie simultaneously filled my ass with her fingers. I shook and screamed as another powerful wave rocked me.
I realized that Ingrid’s shaved pussy was right in front of my face and I buried my tongue deep inside, slurping up her sweet juices, Oh, how I wanted my hands free! As if reading my mind, Ronnie untied my arms and I spread Ingrid’s lips with one hand while I slowly pushed several fingers into her. She was so wet that I had to try, so I curled my thumb tight against my palm and slowly slid my entire hand inside her, filling her. She started to grunt and gasp as I pumped by fist inside her. Ronnie had moved behind her and was fingering and tonguing Ingrid’s ass, while her hands twisted Ingrid’s nipples. Ingrid’s entire body began to shudder as she came, her juices almost squirting out in a gush, coating my arms and face.
I disengaged from Ingrid and turned as Ronnie filled my arms. Our mouths and tongues battled as we kissed, her hands tangling in my hair as I pulled her atop me, her legs straddling me. Ingrid slipped from the bed and returned with a double headed strap on. She placed the straps about her hips, the shorter end slipping inside her, and then she coated the larger, longer end with K-Y jelly. She slipped behind Ronnie and then slowly pushed the dildo into Ronnie’s ass. Ronnie’s whole back arched as the hard rubber dong filled her. Ingrid began to pump Ronnie’s ass and also began to rub Ronnie’s clit. I concentrated on Ronnie’s nipples and breasts. It took only a few moments before Ronnie lost control, screaming and thrashing as she came. Ingrid, too, came from the complimenting pummeling of her own canal from the strap-on.
I slipped from the bed and helped Ingrid unstrap the dildo and then, using warm washcloths, gently cleaned up Ronnie and Ingrid, and then finally myself. I crawled back into the bed with them both and we curled about each other, content and ready to sleep.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My very conservative wife was now telling me things that I had no idea she ever wanted. The night started out with promises of a late night love making. We had sent the kids over to my sisters, and had a wonderful night planned.
I should have known that something was wrong by the way she dressed for our night out. Beth never dressed up very much, she was always complaining about how cold she would be if she worn a short skirt or a revealing top. That was something that I always wished she would do, was dress more sexy. She has a body to die for, even after 2 kids. Weighing only 115 pounds and keeping a flat stomach, she looked hot. In most circles she would be considered an M.I.L.F. by far.
But tonight she had come downstairs wearing a short black mini skirt, with a low cut and side revealing top. Her luscious legs were covered with nothing but the tan-ness of her skin. Her hair was done up as beautiful as ever and laid over her near bare shoulders as she sauntered down the steps. I couldn’t tell at the time, but it didn’t even look like she was wearing a bra, which I would find out later she wasn’t. This was the first time we have had a “date” since her surgery for breast implants. She didn’t get large implants, just enough to make her perky and sexy again after having kids.
I had been speechless when she came down the stairs, but had to speak up when she said that she felt a little too naked to go out wearing the outfit.
“No! You look GREAT!” I said not wanting to let her change into anything else. “I will be so proud to have you on my arm tonight”
She smiled coyly and continued down the stairs and we left for the restaurant. As we sat eating dinner I couldn’t help but notice the amount of men either starring or taking second looks. I had knots of excitement in my stomach. I felt like I was sitting with a supermodel. Beth noticed the men starring as well, and started to put her jacket on to cover up.
“These guys are staring at me, I don’t like It.” she said as she reached for her jacket on the back of the chair.
“Leave it be honey. They are just admiring what I have the honor of admiring all the time. I don’t mind them looking at you with desire in their eyes.” I said and reached out to hold her hand.
“It doesn’t bother you that they are staring at me and probably thinking of me with even less clothes on?” Beth said with a tone in her voice like she was asking why I wasn’t upset. Like I was supposed to go over and yell at the men for looking at her.
“Not really. I think it’s awesome that other men think you are beautiful. You should be flattered. I don’t think you are wearing anything too revealing either, just being sexy that’s all. I don’t think you should pay them any attention.” I said trying to get her mind to relax and let of how she was feeling.
“Fine. I won’t care if you think your wife is a whore.” she said in a snide remark.
“I don’t think you are a whore, or a slut. Being sexy has nothing to do with that. Just because you look hot and guys are looking at you doesn’t make you a whore. It just means that you are sexy and I admire that. I love it when you look sexy. The reason I don’t mind them looking at you is because I know you are with me. Makes me proud that they are envious of me.” I did my best to ease her mind that I wasn’t trying to turn her into a stripper or hooker.
“I know honey. I was kind of teasing you. Although I do feel a bit awkward dressed like this. I don’t have much on, ya know.” She said as she motioned to her top, insinuating that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Yes I know. But damn you look hot honey. That was good money we spent on those breasts.” I said as we laughed and settle back in to our dinner.
“Thanks. I feel like I’m on display though. I want to look good for you, but I do feel a little weird.” Beth said as she looked around again at the men starring at her.
“Well you shouldn’t. You are a hot, sexy woman and you should feel confident in yourself that you are just that. I bet if I walked away to the bathroom, within 5 minutes, one of those guys would probably send a drink over.” I said trying to see what I could get away with on the subject.
“Really…you want to go there? You really want to bet on me?” She said with a smirk. “This isn’t really the type of place that would happen in darling.”
“I don’t know maybe not, but I am willing to bet that at some point tonight a stranger will hit on you.” I said with an evil look in my eye. “I’m also willing to be that you will be too scared to flirt back with them”
“You’re on buddy” Beth said as she took another bite of her dinner. “But I have to warn you that with this outfit on, I will probably have a lot of guys hitting on me” she said thinking that I was joking.
“Well, then I guess you will be busy on the dance floor tonight with several different men. I will just have to sit from the bar and watch I guess.” I said with a fake sigh and went back to my meal.
“You’re serious?” Beth asked. “You are aren’t you? I don’t know if I can take that bet. I don’t know if I want all that attention and I don’t want you to be getting all jealous.”
“Well I know you don’t like the attention, that’s the reason for the bet, to get you to let loose a little. But I won’t be getting jealous. I know you love me and I am comfortable with anything that happens. I know you will still come home with me tonight, no worries.” I said with a completely serious tone. “Besides, you know what happens if you turn down the bet or if you lose the bet.” I said with a smile.
“What are you talking about?”
“If you turn down the bet or lose the bet, then you have to become my slave for the next 24 hours.” I said. This was a game we would play when we first got married. We would wager each other a time frame, an hour or 5 hours or 24 hours. Then whoever lost the bet had to become the other persons slave for that time frame.
“Oh so you are going to reach back to that are you?” Beth said as she sat back in her chair and contemplated the wager. Looking around the room with her arms crossed. “Fine, you want it, you got it. The bet is on. But I don’t want any jealousy from you, you brought this on yourself.” She said as she got up to go to the restroom.
As she walked across the room to the restroom, I could see at least 6 men turn their heads to look at her. One man even got hit by his wife or girlfriend because he was looking. I began to wonder what she was thinking. Ever since she had her breast implant surgery, she has had much more confidence. But this was a little out of her league as far as putting her money where her mouth is. I figured I might as well see where this was going and I got up to go to the restroom as soon as I saw her coming out. As we passed each other, we exchanged smirks.
“I guess the game is on then?” she said as she walked by. As I went to open the door of the restroom I glanced over and saw her. She didn’t go back to the table though; she stopped off at the bar and sat down.
While I was in the bathroom I imagined what I would see when I came out. Would I see my wife back at our table? Would I see her still at the bar? Would I see her talking with some guy, letting him buy her a drink?
I noticed that when I went to put everything back in my pants that I had a rather large chubby. I didn’t realize what a turn on it would be to let my wife flirt around. As I reached for the door I paused. Then I opened it and decided to walk straight back to the table and not look around for Beth. Once I sat down and saw that Beth was not at the table, I began to slowly eat my dinner and quietly survey the room.
I found Beth at the bar talking with a man about in his late 20’s. Beth only being 27, I figured she would let someone of her age hit on her, rather than someone older. I sat and watched the best I could from my position without making it look like I was watching them. To my surprise Beth was actually smiling and looking like she was having a good time. They talked for a few more minutes and then I noticed that the guy had his arm on her chair.
After glancing over at them and trying not to look too much, I noticed that Beth was actually really flirting with this guy. I was really surprised that she was letting things go as far as they had already. I saw her glance over at our table, and then she laughed at something the guy had said and laid her hand on his thigh. That was all he was looking for and he moved in, I am betting that he thought he was scoring the jackpot that night. After a little more talking and laughing and more hands on body language, Beth came back over to the table. When she sat down she had a face was full of color and she was grinning like I haven’t seen in a long time.
“Have fun?” I asked as I took another drink from my beer.
“Oh yes, actually I did. That was actually kind of fun. He was quite charming and totally cute.” Beth replied with a smile. “So does that mean I win the bet? We never talked about what happens if I win the bet either? So let’s discuss.” Beth had that look in her eye as she leaned forward. Much like a lawyer would when they know they have you up against the corner.
“Okay let’s talk about what happens if you win the bet. What do you want?” I gave in to her request and decided that it could be fun.
“Well, if I lose the bet then I become your slave for 24 hours, right? So I find it only fair that I get much of the same. But I will give you back some of the hours in exchange for something else. I’ll only make you be my slave for 12 hours, but you have to agree to my demands.” Beth said as she took a sip from her wine.
I figured I was already beaten at this point. But I agreed to see where she was going with this.
“Okay, I agree on the term so far. But what would your demands be?” I asked
“The terms of my demands will remain a secret until I win and I make the demands of you. What do you say? Still want to continue this course of action?” She asked. Letting me know that I could back out now and we could call it a night. But I was actually having fun and I had never seen Beth so adventurous and confident. I wanted to see where this was going, how far she would go.
“Okay” was my only reply to her.
“Okay. Then let’s get out of here and go dancing. I finished my drink and want to get something else.” I could tell that whatever they guy at the bar had bought her as a drink had started to affect her. She was not drunk or anything, but she was much more relaxed and eager to have fun.
We left the restaurant and walked down the street to a local dance club. The music was loud and the people were about our age. We checked our coats and got a table. I headed to the bar to get us a few drinks. When I returned I saw a guy walking away from our table, it was obvious that he had just been talking with Beth. I could see that she was going to rub this in as much as she could tonight. I sat down and she immediately took a drink from the mimosa that I had bought her. When she put her glass down it was half empty and she grabbed my hand.
“Let’s dance” she yelled above the music and pulled me from our table. As we danced I could see many other men looking at Beth. Pride filled my heart and mind as I watched her body moving on the dance floor and knew that those guys wanted her.
After the song had stopped we danced to another song. Then we came back to our table and finished our drinks. “Why don’t you go get us some more drinks while I use the ladies room?” Beth said as she got up from the table.
As I went to the bar I saw her disappear into the restroom. I figured that as busy as the place was, she was going to have to wait in the restroom. So I decided to walk around and take a look at the place. The entire club was filled with very beautiful women and clean cut and attractive men. I didn’t see any unattractive people there. After I did an entire circuit around the club, I headed back to the bar to get our drinks. As I walked back to our table I noticed that Beth wasn’t there. I sat down and drank most of my drink within the next 5 minutes. Beth still had not returned. So I took her drink and went looking for her.
When I found Beth she was on the dance floor on the far side of the club, near the back. I stood in disbelief at what I was watching. There was Beth, dancing with a total stranger. But not just dancing. She was dancing in a way she had only danced with me since we were married. Her hands were all over the guy she was dancing with, and his were just as well all over her. People were actually watching them, some were even cheering the guy on; obviously some of his friend. Beth just enjoyed it all and continued dancing.
As the song ended Beth’s eye caught me standing there against the wall with her drink. She said something to the guy and started toward me.
“Thank you dear for bringing me my drink, that was sweet of you. I was having such a good time; I forgot that you were getting our drinks. Where is yours?” She said looking for my drink.
“I finished it waiting for you to come back to the table. But it didn’t look like you were coming back so I brought it to you.” I said with a little bit of irritation in my voice. I wasn’t really jealous, more just annoyed that she was ignoring me more than she had ever done. I assumed she was still just rubbing it in my face that she could do this. But she was really having fun.
“Don’t be getting jealous on me now honey; I’m just having some fun. Have I won the bet yet? Or shall I continue to flirt with these guys until you end up punching one of them?” She said as she downed much of her drink.
“I’m not quite sure you are actually letting them flirt with you. I mean I have yet to see you give out any numbers? I have yet to see any of them try to kiss you or even touch you. So how do I know you aren’t just letting them know of our little bet and having them follow along?” I joked with her as I survey the club.
“Okay, then I tell you what. You wanted me to flirt with someone right? You wanted me to break out of my shell and be daring, right? Then you pick the guy, I’ll get his number.” she said daring me to continue the bet.
“Okay. That sounds fair. But not just his number. I want more proof. I want him to come over here and thank me for the dance that you give him.” I knew that she couldn’t do that, so I figured I had her with that little added bit.
“Okay your on!” she said as she walked towards the guy I was pointing to. “The one with the killer body? The one that looks like he could have any girl in this club? The one that I could melt in his arm?” She asked. I nodded in confirmation, and off she went after downing the rest of her mimosa.

Nosferatu 3: The Turning
You get dressed and begin to head outside. You and Roxanne are going to get some coffee and do some shopping. You begin to head outdoors and you notice the sun, though hidden by clouds, is burning your eyes. You squeeze them shut, as you retrieve our sunglasses from your purse.
“What are you going for the Audrey Hepburn look now?’ Roxanne asks.
No…just a little hung over…something i ate last night”
You notice your thirsty…you drink your coffee and it doesn’t help. You have a water and it curbs the pangs only slightly.
You two walk in and out of the boutiques, picking out an item here, an item there. You finish a few hours later. Your walking back to the dorm when a voice from with in you beckons you…”tonight its time”
You smile. Your surprised at yourself…at just how adjusted you have become to the changes in your life.
You lay your new items on the bed, looking for something to wear tonight. You realize that every thing purchased is of the same shade….black.
You select a black lace thong and climb into a tight black cat suit. Some thing you never, in your dreams would have worn out in public.
“Damn girl” Roxanne says, “Halloween was last night.”
“I know” you giggle, “i have–plans.”
You hear the voice inside your head again. “its time” You throw a jacket over the tanked top of your cat suit and walk out. “By Roxy”
You take a cab to the house the party was in. Its a stark contrast to the other night. It is dark, gloomy…..almost rickety.
You walk in the creaky door. “Up here Shannan”
You are greeted by a large, naked man, offering you a glass of red wine. You drink it slowly as you climb the stairs. it is thick and for the first time, you feel your thirst fade.
You open the door to the room you instinctively know to go in and are taken aback at what you see.
In a large chair…almost like a thrown, is your lover. Buried in his lap is a head of blond hair, bobbing up and down. Your lover is sucking on the nipple of a waifish Asian girl.
he breaks away. “come…sit” he motions to a chair near his, and goes back to his nipple sucking.
You get a good view of the blond. She has huge tits and is sliding his slick, huge cock out of her mouth, following with her hand. she buries her face in his pubic hair. Its obvious he is loving it. You see his face distort and he starts fucking her mouth.
he groans loudly, shooting his cum into her mouth. You lick your lips, wanting a taste.
The blond frees him and leans toward the Asian..they kiss. As they break slowly, you see a long stream of cum connecting two pairs of fangs protruding from these sexy vamps. As they pull away, the cum drops to his limp dick.
“come, clean me” You are in his trance now. You walk over to him…crouch between his legs and begin cleaning his dick. It tastes salty, sweet.
After he is clean, he stands up, slipping on a white robe.
“Let me show you around” With that, several torches lighten the huge chamber…its flickering glow casting shadows all around. You look around the room and see a dozen or so, beautiful people, all engaged in one sex act or another….it takes your breath away.
“Come my love” He leads you toward a bed. “I want you to be one of us….to live a life of pleasure for an eternity.”
“I will” Your surprised when you hear yourself saying it.
“You have let me in. I have fed off of you. But that is not enough. You are to be queen of our brood. You must become one of them. There is a ritual.”
The two girls from before come to you, and remove your jacket. the others gather around. A short red head comes in front of you and kisses your gently. “Phoenix is my name” you hear as your tongues intertwine. You have never kissed another woman before and it is wonderful. so gentle and slow. The two girls slowly unzip the back of your cat suit, pulling it down slowly. Phoenix leads you out of it.
You are now standing in only a thong in front of 5 guys and 7 girls you have never seen….and you are not shy..you are brazen…u own them.
Phoenix drops the silk robe she was wearing. she has pale, soft skin. Pert breasts. Your eyes cannot help but follow down he lithe body to the small clump of fire covering her vagina.
She steps into you,,,,your nipples touch, sending a psychic jolt through your bodies. You now know everything bout her.
You kiss again as she leads you to a king size bed, satin sheets…blood red, covering it.
she lays your back and begins licking your pussy. MM..she knows just where to hit it, rolling you clit in her mouth, sucking it in. You open your mouth to moan and feel a hot member thrust in it. You open your eyes and see one of the men, thrusting his cock into you..the others are gathering around. You notice your love, in a chair drinking a glass of wine, stroking his cock with one hand.
You bring your attention back to Phoenix, the top of her head eating you…pushing you closer and closer into orgasm. You feel the cock in your mouth begin to jump. The dick springs free, letting his seed spring forth..you notice the think cream shooting from him is red…its blood. Your dive your head closer…drinking every drop..being quenched You cum as your suck him into you.
Phoenix rolls off of you. You see a man lying next to you and you instinctively roll onto him….impaling your self like a stake, onto his hard cock. You slid in easy, lubricated thanks to Phoenix’ tongue. he is so big…not as big as the masters, but he is stretching you. You look at the master…his dick being sucked by one of his young, male vampires. Its so taboo, it turns you on…lubricating your pussy.
You feel a breath on your ass. You look back, you see an older Vamp…brunette, maybe thirty five licking your ass…..you have never felt anything like it.
her tongue dives deep into you, as she help you fucking the man beneath you. She fucks you faster and faster, causing you to cum again. the man beneath you does the same. his red seed seeps from your quim, caught expertly by the woman behind you.
She slides from under you, and the man formerly sucking off the master replaces her. He slowly lubes your ass and you grimace as you feel the Head of his penis puncture your rectum.
he buries himself to the hilt…you feel the burning rising up in you. Once buried he rolls over, you on his stomach, your cunt exposed to the air.
you see another of the vampire coming to you, stroking his cock. before you can protest
he enters you. the feeling is ungodly…like you are bing slip in to. You bite your lip…causing a trickle of blood to ooze…the vamp on front of u expertly licks up.
The alternate thrusts….in and out in and out…you feel your whole body coming alive in the passion. You feel an orgasm rip through you. You are vaguely aware of the two men kissing as they come to. You pass out.
You awaken with the master between your legs, licking you gently tenderly, sucking your clit into his mouth. The others are around you, fondling each other. They are bleeding, and they offer the blood to you, which u lap up hungrily.
You feel the orgasm building and your are gently touched, nurtured..it builds inside of you. as you come close, you feel your teeth begin to sharper…the closer it gets you feel blood seeping from your nipple, your mouth. it is consumed. Your rip in half, the orgasm that has building in you for 20 years,
You lay panting, your master’s mouth covered in your blood as he has fed off your femoral artery. “you are one of us now.”

Rose McGowan sucked back on the cigarette in her mouth, her eyes slowly rolling back into her head as she sank lower into the leather chair. She felt the sensations moving through her in waves, heightening her pleasure. Her thick red lips pursed and she watched the pale smoke billow out of her mouth slowly, rising to the ceiling. She gave a moan as she raked her teeth over her bottom lip and sighed, closing her eyes.
She had one foot on the floor and one draped over the arm of the chair. One hand held her cigarette while the idly played with her left nipple through her silk slip. The silk felt sinfully decadent against her flushed body, and Rose took in another breath as she gasped and sighed. Her eyes were closed as she leant back against the overstuffed cushions of the chair.
“You are so good at that…” she murmured softly as she took another drag and moaned quietly, then blew the smoke up into the air. The man between her thighs didn’t answer. Danek Rogar was most definitely wonderfully busy at that moment. He reached down to the floor and took a drink of his vodka, letting two ice cubes slide down the glass into his mouth.
Rose felt the icy touch of his tongue slide inside the hood of her clitoris and wriggled against the hot little bud. Lightning shot up her thighs and back, and the Charmed star let out a ragged breath. After a moment, his mouth left her, and she took another drag of her cigarette, then gasped and blew a mouthful of smoke up into the air as she pinched her nipple hard.
Danek reached down, putting the glass back, then picked up a mug of steaming water and swished some around in his mouth, heating up his tongue, then spitting some onto her clit and massaging her with his tongue tip. Rose began to shake, and her hand left her nipple and grasped the back of his head as she began to quiver around him.
Rose’s hand dropped the cigarette to the floor and she moaned as Danek’s tongue wriggled against her, and then his mouth opened wide and his teeth dragged across her swollen lips. Rose squeezed her eyes shut and came with a shudder, gushing slightly right into his mouth. Danek smiled and picked up his vodka as Rose sagged back into the chair, limp and spent.
“Hmmm, baby, that tongue of yours should be insured.” Danek drained off the rest of his drink and walked over to the fire. He stoked it up a bit and threw another log on, to last the next few hours. Rose took several deep breaths, and stoop up, grabbing her pants and sliding them over her pale legs. Danek glanced back and then looked at the fire again, rubbing his closely shorn goatee in the dark light of the fire.
“Can you…?” Rose shook her head as she tied her blouse back around her midriff and fluffed her hair back out down her back.
“Look, lets not go into this too far, huh? We both know that what we’ve got is good, and works well. You get to fuck a movie star and get fucked well, and I get the relief and you know. Everything works this way.” Danek nodded and poked absently at the fire again. “You’re cool with that, right?”
Danek didn’t answer for a moment, until she came up to him and took his empty glass away and put it on the coffee table. She picked up her jacket and threw it around her shoulders, then stepped in close to his arms and gave him a lingering hug.
“I’m just not ready for a relationship right now. That’s all. This works, don’t over-think it.” Danek smiled against her hair and enfolded her in his arms.
“But that’s the problem, Rosie, because it’s just getting to close. I can’t do the whole detachment thing. Before you, I’d never slept with a woman I wasn’t with. Now, it’s all I do. You may not be exclusively mine, but I’m exclusively yours.” Rose smiled and raised her chin. Her dark eyes were alight in the fire, and her thick lips parted. Danek could smell her cigarettes on her breath and turned away slightly.
“That’s sweet, Dan, but you don’t have to. You can see other people. As long as I keep getting what’s mine.” Her hands wormed down into his open jeans and ran through his thick pubic hair. Danek frowned and stepped back.
“I’m not some… meat for you. If I see other people, I could grow to feel for them what…” Rose tilted her head and then turned away, grabbing her bag.
“Whatever, Dan, I’m sorry if you love me, but that’s just why we’re only working as a friends with benefits kind of thing. I’ll see you tonight, at the club? You can be my personal bad boy barman, and maybe I’ll stay the night with you, yeah?” She was out the door before she’d even finished talking, and Danek shook his head and closed his eyes.
“I could grow to feel for them what is not returned to me now,” he finished wearily. He went and refilled his glass, then went around and picked up the still smoking cigarette that she’d dropped on his polished floor. He threw the butt into the fire and shook his head.
Danek had met Rose McGowan at one of LA’s infamous parties. He’d been friends with the host, and she’d asked him to man the bar and make sure everyone’s glass was full at all times. Rose had gotten completely plastered and Danek had had to drive her home. They’d nearly crashed when she’d tried to go down on him in the car.
He’d carried her up to her apartment, and she’d faked being unconscious, so he found her keys and let them in, then she’d gotten them into bed, and the rest was history. It had been a wild night, the kind of sex that Danek had only seen in porno flicks. He stretched out and looked at the setting sun from his balcony.
The second level of Danek’s home faced West, with the entire wall being made of glass and polished wooden pillars. It held a marble fireplace and an enourmous bed, two armchairs and his bathroom and wardrobes. Downstairs was the entertaining area. Danek only owned one television, and it sat in his kitchen, downstairs.
He opened the window to let in the cool evening breeze and shook his head. The sunsets were so different here. Danek was South African, and operated several businesses in Johannesburg, including three nightclubs, a restaurant, a safari company and a shark diving charter. He’d recently lost his only surviving relative, his dearly loved sister, in a car accident as she was touring through London, and he’d taken some time off in LA to blow off some steam and mourn.
His sister had been happily married, with one child and another on the way when a runaway bus had wiped out the whole family. The bus driver had personally tracked Danek down to beg his forgiveness, and Danek had given it, though now he wondered if he hadn’t been in shock then too, to so easily forgive the man.
The LA party scene was world-famous for being completely unbelievable, and Danek could well believe that. It was something of a testament to his resolve to move on that he was still here. He’d been invited to the launch of the complete Charmed Series Boxed Set, and that was only because of his social friendship with Rose.
He closed the window and shivered, then headed towards the shower. Social friendship. Friends with benefits, the Americans called it. He walked past the mirror as he discarded his jeans, the only clothing he wore. He was incredibly fit, the result of hours of diving and working out, and good diet. A single straight scar, running from the top of his cheek to his eyebrow framed his left eye.
The knife blade had barely missed his eye, but the scar was quite noticeable against his dark, tanned skin. It was something of a rarity to meet a mugger who actually had the balls to attack someone for their wallet these days, but he’d had to find the one. The only reason he’d fought to keep it was because it held one of the three pictures of his sister and her family.
He could just barely see the lines of his tattoo curving over his shoulders and under his arms across his ribs. It covered the most part of his upper back and shoulders. He looked down at his left wrist, at the tattoo there, and then at the one around his right bicep. He looked back at the mirror and rubbed his unshaven cheek, smearing some of Rose’s vivid lipstick from where he’d taken her against the wall in their struggle to get inside.
His shower started with a hiss of steam, and he turned on the small lamp and the exhaust fan as he stepped into the stream of water. His cock hung, sated and full between his legs as he washed his body down. He’d been working in the garden when she came for him today. He was building a small Japanese Rock Garden in the back yard, complete with Koi pond and prayer garden.
Danek sighed as he heard his phone ring, and then he heard a voice in Afrikaans begin speaking on his machine. His lawyer and business managers on a conference call, all telling him that his businesses were fine. Danek smiled to himself, wondering how much they’d take by the time he eventually returned.
The shower ended and he moved to his wardrobe, looking for something to wear. The party would begin in about three hours, but he still had to get there and set up the bar. Danek cleared his throat and thought about shaving, then let the idea go and moved to get changed. He caught a glimpse of Rose’s lipstick covered champagne glass on the table, and his thoughts wondered again.
He didn’t love her. He was just beginning to, and he didn’t like it. It wasn’t as though he was completely idiotic, he was fucking the sultriest woman on television, and she was loving it. It wasn’t any of that. Danek wasn’t ready for a no-strings attached relationship. He was ready for a full, loving, spend the rest of your life with someone relationship. He just didn’t know if LA was the place where…
His alarm went, and Danek shook himself out of musings. First, he had to get dressed. Then he had to go play at being a barman.
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“Hey, what can I get you, beautiful?” The gorgeous brunette smiled charmingly at him and tipped her empty champagne glass towards him. Danek popped the cork with a flourish, and Holly laughed. The room was packed and there were beautiful women everywhere. There was a maternal quality to the gorgeous woman in front of him, and Danek poured her another glass.
Holly laughed loudly and put her fingertips to her chest. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wide and slightly unfocused. She turned around and screeched with laughter as she nearly fell off her stool. A young man with deep, soulful eyes and dark hair came up and caught her just in time.
“Easy there, “mom” you’ve had enough, I think.” Holly laughed again and put her arms around the young man’s shoulders.
“Drew, baby, meet my new bestest friend! This is um… what’s your name again?” Danek laughed and reached under the bar for a beer and flicked the top off for the young man.
“Drew Fuller.” Danek gravely shook the young man’s hand and inclined his head.
“Danek Rogar.” Drew’s eyes narrowed slightly and then flashbulbs erupted everywhere, and someone else was coming through. Holly turned and giggled as Alyssa Milano strode through the flashing cameras and hugged her friend. She looked at the slightly older woman incredulously.
“Fuck, Holly, are you drunk?” Holly shook her head, then steadied herself on Drew’s arm.
“Okay, maybe had a little bit too much. I’ve only been here for an hour. But I’m having so much fun! Lyssie, you have to meet Danny, he’s so funny, and he’s got this really sexy accent!!” Alyssa laughed and gave Drew a quick hug, then turned to Danek, who inclined his head.
“Bottle of water, please.” Danek inclined his head again and reached behind him to the fridge and twisted the top off. Their fingertips touched and Alyssa blushed. Danek looked back down at the bar and picked up a cloth to wipe it down.
She was stunningly sensual, a confidant modern woman in her sexual element. Her fitness was obvious, she was much more lithe than Rose, and less maternal than Holly. Something about her screamed dichotomously sweet and bad. Her dark eyes and blonde hair contrasted, and Danek found his eyes moving over her, seeing several tattoos. She wore tight fitting pants and a strapped top, which showed off her midriff and the pierced belly button.
Danek’s eyes roamed up her neck and again to her eyes, where she raised an eyebrow at his perusing gaze. He cleared his throat and looked back down to the bar. “Has anyone seen Rose? She’s supposed to already be here.” Drew glanced at Danek, then shrugged at Alyssa’s question.
“Dunno, she was headed to the bar last I saw…” Holly cut him off with a shrill laugh, and pointed vaguely in the direction of the MC’s stage.
“She’s off getting herself well and truly drilled as we speak, you just wait…” Danek flinched at that, and felt his hands clench into fists for a moment, then shook his head minutely. Hadn’t they just finished talking about how they were going to be not mutually exclusive? Music started and Drew grabbed hold of Alyssa.
“C’mon, you, let’s dance.” She smiled at the younger man and let him walk her out onto the floor. Holly leant up on the bar and raised her champagne glass.
“Husband!” she called, then giggled. Brian Krause came around the corner and laughed, then bowed low.
“You rang?” She giggled again and held her arms out to him, nearly dropping her champagne glass.
“Dance with me, Brian, so I don’t look like a total loser.” Brian dutifully took her hand and led her out onto the dance floor. The music slowed down after a few moments, and the couples took to the floor. Drew’s girlfriend found him for the slow dance, and Alyssa moved back to the bar with a laugh.
“You can have him, Em, the boy’s got two left feet!” Danek silently poured her a martini and put it on the bench. She drained off the rest of her bottle of water and stood on the stool’s bottom rung to throw it into the bin.
“Can I have an Apple Mar…” She trailed off as Danek smiled and turned away. “Cute trick.” He shrugged and then froze as he saw Rose resetting her clothing and brushing back her hair as she came back around from the MC’s desk. He followed shortly after, looking somewhat shamefaced, but grinning foolishly.
Rose had that unsatisfied, annoyed look on her face, but the MC was obviously overjoyed. Danek looked down at the bar again and began to wipe it over. Alyssa looked between the three of them and then her face softened somewhat. “Hey, thanks for the martini.”
Danek gave her a quick smile, then turned back around and started to refill the fridges behind him. “So you’re name’s Danny?” He closed the fridge door and took the top of a bottle of tonic water.
“Danek, actually, but I don’t think Holly could pronounce that right now, so Danny’s easier.” Alyssa leant in to hear him over the music, and Danek propped himself up on his elbows as she smiled.
“Holl was right, though, you’re accent’s really cool.” He shrugged.
“It’s just a way to speak, yeah? I’m from South Africa. You’d be surprised how many people speak like this over there.” Alyssa smiled and Danek found himself smiling back.
“So you’re a barman?” She sipped her martini and stirred it slightly. She had a dark red rose in her hair that blended in with her luxurious curls almost perfectly. In the dark light of the club, Danek couldn’t really see it clearly, but he could smell it.
“How do you call it, an entrepreneur? Or some such. I own a few clubs and other things back in Johannesburg. I’m here… for some R&R.” She nodded and turned back to stare out at the dance floor for a while, and Danek turned back to stock up the fridge with the last of the water and sodas. When he turned back, Alyssa quickly turned back again to the dance floor, and it took him a moment to realise she’d been returning his unsubtle bodily stare.
He wore his black boots and black leather pants, with a deep blue and white shirt, that was almost see through. Alyssa turned back to him slowly, casually, and Danek barely hid his smile as she gestured vaguely to the pale line across his left eye. “Where did you get the scar?” Danek put on a long face and shook his head sadly.
“Freak Cross-stitching accident.” Alyssa laughed at that, loud and genuine, and Danek found himself smiling fully at her. Her entire face lit up when she laughed, he noticed, and her eyes shone. She winked at him and drained off the rest of her martini.
“Dangerous stuff, that cross-stitching. Think I’ll have another of these fantastic martinis of yours. So how do you know Rose?” Danek began to shake another martini holster and poured it with a flourish into a fresh glass, then shrugged as he handed it to her. She snagged his callused hand in her delicate fingers and brought it down to the bar mat. “C’mon, please.”
Danek patted her hand softly and sighed, then shrugged, trying to sound nonplussed. “Socially, apparently. We met at a party and I drove her home.” Alyssa sipped her refilled martini again and the music changed to a loud dance number. The floor energised, and the people began to jump around.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that, I’m afraid, Danek, because I saw your face when she came around the corner. How long you two been together?” Danek shook his head and closed his eyes.
“We’re not together. I’m… we’re… apparently I’m not that…” Alyssa nodded again and her features softened further.
“She does that. She’s a good kid at heart, you know? Don’t take it personally.” Rose came over then, and Alyssa and Danek leant back apart over the bar. Rose’s eyes narrowed and she smiled perfunctorily at Alyssa, then glanced at Danek.
“Hey barman, what’d'you say you give me a life home? I need to get out of here.” Danek found himself already reaching for his keys when he noticed Alyssa looking downcast and annoyed. Something clicked inside him, and he stood tall and grabbed the phone.
“I’d like a cab for Miss McGowan. She’d like to leave.” He put the phone down, and Rose stared at him incredulously. Danek didn’t look at Alyssa, just stared at Rose, who held her hands out.
“What the fuck? Dan…” He glanced at his watch.
“I’m sorry, MISS McGOWAN but I’m afraid my shift doesn’t end for another hour.” He made sure to emphasise the distinction between her familiarity with him, and his disassociation with her. “I’m sure that perhaps the MC can provide you with… a lift.” Rose’s eyes fired up and she turned around on her heel and left. Alyssa blew out a held breath and gave a short laugh.
“Wow, you certainly know how to make an enemy. Don’t you know that Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?” Danek sadly took another swig of his tonic water.
“Yes, and I also know that a rose, by any other name, would still hold it’s thorns.” Alyssa smiled at that and drained off her martini. Danek eyed her glass as she held it out to him invitingly and gave him a half-lidded smile. “Don’t you think you’d better take it easy on those?” Alyssa shrugged prettily as he refilled her glass and handed it back to her.
“You’re the only interesting person I’ve spoken to tonight, and apparently you’re leaving in an hour, so why should I hang around after that?” Danek gave her a mock bow, then looked around at the rest of the bar. His end of the serving bar was reserved for the VIPs, namely the stars and producers. The producers were already leaving, but the rest of the party was getting into full swing, with heaps of people in the giant club.
“Flattering, but surely there are more interesting people than just me here?” Alyssa sipped at her martini as the song changed and became harder and a little more rock than dance.
“Let me let you in on a little secret, Danek. These parties aren’t always interesting, despite the settings. It turns out you find someone worth talking to… well, you try not to let them go too soon.” Danek laughed at that and shook his head. They continued talking for a while, until one of the other barmen showed up to take over, and Danek looked at his watch, surprised.

“Brilliant Idea, I like it, I like it” Madison said enthusiastically.
“And then, after the week, we broadcast the videos the girls took, and ask the viewers to call in and vote for their favorite girl” Peter Neves summarized to the meeting.
The organizers listened to the latest gimmick, to try and win back the failing viewing figures of the Miss Universe contest.
Madison, the Chairman of the annual Miss Universe contest, had been getting more and more concerned that less people were watching, or even bothered about the contest.
His subordinate’s idea pleased him, and he was more than willing to give it a try.
The idea was to fly the Miss Universe finalists to a remote island, and leave them to their own devices.
Basic accommodation would be built for them, and a generator wired up to afford them some degree of comfort. Food, drink and cooking facilities would be adequate enough to lessen any hardships for the girls.
After the ordeal, the girls would be brought back, and upon the individual’s merits, a winner would be picked.
The meeting was concluded.
The decision had been made; they were going ahead with it.
Six months later, the girls were on their way to the remote island off the Malay peninsular.
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The camp having been established, it was time to get the workforce off the island, and they were very happy to be going.
The local workforce from the mainland had refused to go to the island, and it was only the temptation of a lot of dollars, that had persuaded them.
Passed down in their folklore, this island was cursed, and evil spirits were said to live there.
This was laughed at by the organizers as silly superstition, and besides, it was cheap to hire from the local authorities.
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The Miss Universe contestants arrived the next day.
They had been told to keep their possessions to the minimal. This they had heeded to, and so were soon settled into their new environment.
The accommodation was built so that two girls would share a bedroom, each having a single bed.
Washing and toilet facilities were in an outside structure, of the same wood and bamboo material as the main accommodation, but without a roof.
The kitchen and sitting area was inside the accommodation at the front of the structure. Each girl had been given instructions, on how to use the radio in case of emergencies.
There were twelve finalists for the title of Miss Universe, and each girl was determined to see that they passed this survival test.
The girls were:
Miss Barbados Miss Brazil Miss China Miss France Miss Costa Rica Miss Iceland Miss India Miss Israel Miss Morocco Miss Russia Miss South Africa Miss USA
The girls decided to take it in turns to do the cooking and various chores, such as cleaning. That first night Miss India and Miss South Africa were to cook.
While those two were cooking, the other girls went down to the beach, to watch the sun go down. They were in high spirits and were joking with each other, unaware that in the tree line, eyes were watching them.
The sun slowly sank from the girls view, leaving its coloring on the deep blue night sky. The girls huddled watching the spectacle, silenced by its beauty.
Miss USA was the first to break the silence.
“You know this island is haunted” she told the others.
“What, who said it was”? France asked.
“I was speaking to one of the Malaysians, in the hotel last night” USA said.
“He said that many years ago, pirates used to sail these waters, looking for boats to plunder” USA went on. “One of the most feared, was a pirate called Adam Carter.”
The girls listened to USA’s story with curiosity befitting a four year old.
“He was a merchant in the eighteenth century. He and his wife left England and went to seek their fortune in Singapore. He soon made a fortune and was happy with how things were going, then trouble came to him.”
“What happened”? France asked USA wishing her to hurry the story along.
“His wife ran away with another man. Adam Carter spent a year looking for them. When he eventually found them, he killed them. He returned to Singapore, but the authorities heard about the killings and he had to flee” USA reiterated the story.
“What happened to him”? Iceland asked.
“He boarded a boat going to Indonesia, but on the way pirates attacked, killed everyone except Carter. Because he was a foreigner they were going to hold him for ransom. He knew he would be executed if he went back to Singapore, so that night he slit the pirate leaders throat as he slept” USA had the girls attention completely.
She continued “Seeing what he had done, the other pirates attacked him. He fought like a demon, and killed many of them. Those that remained threw their swords down, their spirit broken by the foreigner’s courage.”
“Is that it”? France asked.
“No, I was pausing for breath” USA told her “Carter became the pirate’s leader. He knew about the merchant ships that left Singapore. His crew and him attacked these ships and robbed them. Their crew and passengers were murdered. Women were raped and thrown overboard, to drown or attacked by sharks.”
“How did he die”? France asked.
“For many years he patrolled the seas, robbing, killing and raping. People were scared to put to sea. Eventually the English sent a warship from England to find and kill him. When they caught him, he tried to flee, but they blew his boat out of the water. Bodies were recovered, but his was not. The English said he was blown to pieces.” USA told them.
“The matter was forgotten, but locals say, he survived with a few of his men, and made his way up the Malay peninsular. He disguised himself as a local. Over the years people were mysteriously robbed and murdered. Women’s bodies were discovered, brutally raped and murdered.” USA paused for breath again.
“Eventually locals band together, and went to seek him. They found Carter and his men, and took them to a secret place.” USA continued.
“Did they kill him” France asked.
“The locals were afraid to kill him incase they upset the Gods, so they marooned them on a secret island.” USA told them. “Nobody would say where it was, for fear of their deed, so over the years its location was lost.”
“Someone must know” Iceland said.
“Some locals say it’s this island, and because of that no one will come” USA said.
“That is creepy” France said “Thank goodness him and his men are long since dead.”
The eyes in the trees dimmed and then vanished, a branch sprung back after its disturbance.
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The girls having finished their supper went to the sitting area and sat chatting about the challenge ahead.
“This is going to be easy” Miss Barbados said “My house back home isn’t as nice as this.”
Costa Rica agreed “My family would die for this place” she said.
“Well, don’t get too comfortable, we’ve got to pass the tests yet” USA told them.
“What do you think they will make us do” Brazil asked.
“I don’t know, nothing too taxing. Probably find buried treasure, or something stupid like that” USA replied.
“Do you think any of the organizers are left on the island” Israel asked.
“No, I asked them that before they left. That’s why they taught us how to use the radio” France told them.
“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m tired. I’m taking a shower and going to bed” Miss Russia said in her heavy accent.
She got a towel from her room and went out to the shower block. The water was nice and refreshing, washing the first days sweat away.
The evening was cool and it showed on her. Her nipples were erect and goose bumps covered her body. She rubbed the lather over her firm breasts, her nipples giving her pleasure as she soaped them.
Working the lather down her body, she came to her pussy and vigorously rubbed the soap up and down the crack. Putting the soap down, she concentrated on cleaning herself between her legs and the hole of her back passage.
She rubbed the lather over her clit, pulling the hood back to get at it better. She had always thought she had an exceptionally large clit; its sensitivity had given her hours of wonderful sexual bliss.
She was glad she was alone in the shower, because it gave her the freedom to play with herself. She looked up at the night sky, the shower block having no roof. Only the man in the moon could watch her, as she fingered her pussy.
But she was wrong.
A pair of eyes was looking down at her, from the branch of the nearby tree. They watched as her fingers pumped in and out of her cunt. They watched as the fingers were pushed into her asshole, and they liked what they saw.
The ears by the eyes heard the whimper, as the orgasm flushed the young girl’s body. The mouth beneath the eyes opened slightly at the corner, releasing a string of foul smelling drool that dropped to the ground.
Miss Russia felt her composure returning after her finger fuck, and began to wash her long red hair. She lathered it well, bunching it together and rubbing it hard.
“Owwww” she screeched “Who’s there.”
Her nipple was throbbing from the powerful pinch it had just received. She was desperately trying to wash the soap out of her stinging eyes.
“Owww…shit” she cried out, the soap hurting her.
She managed to wash the soap from her eyes, and quickly looked round to see who the joker was. But no one was there. She was all alone. At least she thought she was.
The eyes back in the tree saw her examining her nipple. They feasted upon her pained expression, and they liked it.
“Okay, who is the joker” Miss Russia asked, entering the room.
“What” USA simply asked?
“Someone just twisted my nipple” Russia said.
“No one has left the room” USA told her.
“But I felt it. It hurt” Russia said looking confused.
“Something like that happened to me” Brazil spoke out “The next day I had to go to the doctors, my nipple was swollen. He said it had been bitten by an insect.”
“Same as me” France said “But it wasn’t an insect. It was my boyfriend, he’s an animal.”
The girls laughed. Miss Russia went to her room, not finding it at all funny.
Later, as the girls slept in their beds, a shadow entered the room. It moved to the bed of the one that had bathed.
The bed sheet glided over the sleeping girl, the cold eyes of the shadow seeing the beauty before it.
The girl dreamt of demons and all things bad. She dreamt of heat and burning, and an urgency to run. She dreamt the heat was making her sweat; it was burning her very soul. It was clawing her body, pulling her towards the darkness.
She felt her nipple aching again, the pain returning but much worse this time. She felt a throbbing between her legs, the need to make it throb even harder was sending her mad.
She had to do something, anything to satisfy the craving she felt below. She needed to feed it, to give it everything it wanted, just to increase the pleasure and lust it required.
Then she could do no more, she was flying through the darkness, spinning around rapidly, she was leaving her body, the energy evaporating into the night.
Above her was a single speck of light. As she spun the speck became bigger. All the time getting bigger. Sounds were coming back to her ears, as if bouncing off cave walls. She couldn’t understand them, but they grew louder as she span.
Then she could understand them. She recognized the sound. They sounded like her very own voice. But why was she shouting those words. It can’t be her, she thought. But they were.
“Fuck…yes, fuck…fuck…fuck me.”
The light surrounded her now. It was all around her. It was pulling her from her sleep. Taking her to her voice.
But why were her legs up to her chest. Why wasn’t she wearing her nightdress and why were there people in her room.
She looked at the other girls staring down at her. They were looking not at her face but below her stomach.
Why were they smiling and sniggering. Then she looked at where they were looking. The coke bottle she had taken to the room was sticking out of her pussy. At least some was, most was deep inside.
Her hairbrush was in her asshole, equally as far up. She couldn’t take the scene in, it was unbelievable.
She tried to speak but couldn’t, the shock of it had silenced her. One by one the girls left the room, she listened to their talk.
“That’s why her nipple hurt, she’s been jerking off too much” one said.
“Remind me not to drink any coke, don’t know where it’s been” Another said.
Miss China who was sharing looked stunned by it all. She was the one who had been woken first. The sounds of Russia frightened her. It was as if she was being killed. Then when she had turned the light on, she saw her like that.
Even the room was stinking from the smell of it.
Miss China couldn’t stand the smell; it clawed at her nose, strong and pungent almost a sickly sweet rotting smell. She had to leave the room.
Russia reached down and pulled the bottle and then the brush, from her holes. As she did, a stream of gooey gray slime trickled out. She put a finger into it and smelt it. It was the worst smell she had ever known.
She wanted to rush to the shower and wash it away, but she was too frightened to go into the night. Pulling the sheet to her chin, she gripped it tight, her eyes darting round the room. She prayed for Miss China to return, but she didn’t.
Her eyes lids grew heavy, she wanted sleep but fear gripped her. The disgusting slime in her holes was burning her. It was irritating her and she wished it gone.
She tried to wipe it away but it wouldn’t stop leaking out. It felt like man cum, but that was impossible. She stuck her fingers into her pussy to try drawing the slime out; it just grew more and more.
She started to wildly pump her fingers into her cunt, to pull the slime out. She pumped harder and quicker, the heat from her cunt was too much.
Falling out of bed, she got onto her knees, her top half lying on the mattress. She stuck her fingers into her burning cunt, they felt good inside her. She needed more than fingers inside her; she craved for something bigger to put the fire out.
The bedroom window opened with a crack as it swung against the wall. She was happy. She knew her burning would be serviced. She pulled her cunt lips apart, inviting the shadows to her.
“Ohhhhh…fuck yes” she screamed as she felt the rigid shape plough into her cunt.
She pushed back against it, filling her completely. The shape beat into her cunt without mercy.
The shadow was no more. In its place was a form, a human form. Its cold hands grasping at the girls tits. It clawed at her nipples, twisting them roughly. The girl held the cold hands to her, urging them on as the things cock pounded into her ravenous cunt.
“Aaaaggghhhh…ooowwww” she screamed out as her cunt grabbed the cock, her cum dripping out of her.
The cock was driving into her relentlessly. She was cumming rapidly, licking her lips from the lust she was feeling.
She felt the cock twitching and then the burning of loads of slime squirting into her. She craved for more, and she was to be rewarded.
As the human form shot its slime into her, it turned into shadow, moving back towards the other shadows.
Another shadow moved forward and a different human form appeared from it, with rigid cock protruding.
“Fuck…Yeahhh” the girl screamed as the cock ploughed into her asshole.
************
Sleep was denied the other girls, as the shrills of ecstasy resounded through the corridors. Girls were disgusted by the lack of inhibitions Miss Russia was showing. Her masturbating was keeping them awake.
However, of those girls that were disgusted, there were also those that were listening, with fingers up their sweet little cunts.
************
Next day Miss China gingerly went back into her room. Miss Russia was sleeping. The sheet pulled over her head. Grabbing her wash bag and towel, China went back out, quietly closing the door behind her.
From beneath the sheet, Miss Russia smiled to herself and fell back asleep, dreaming of more fucking to come, and her hand resting on her battered cunt.
The girls showered, had breakfast and prepared themselves for their second day on the island.
Miss USA radioed the mainland camp, and told them all was well.
The organizer had told her and the girls assembled, of their first challenge. It was to find the golden cow. They were given some hints to help them, but it was for each to find alone.
Gathering together what they thought they needed, the girls went looking for the golden cow. Splitting up, they went their separate ways into the island.
Meanwhile, Miss Russia was smashing the radio with a tree branch.
“Be careful of Adam Carter” USA shouted to Barbados.
“Very funny” Barbados shouted back.
Hearing its name, the shadow stirred in its smelly pit.
The sun rays danced across the tree canopy, shafts of the warm light spotlighting pockets of earth below.
Panting and beginning to sweat, Miss Barbados fought her way up the slope. The hill that looked not too big from the bottom was now becoming an arduous climb. The cotton shirt was sticking to her body, her tight shorts digging into her crutch.
She wished she had put her bikini top on, to allow her to take the shirt off. Her tits were not supported by anything, and were swinging from side to side as she climbed. The material was chaffing her nipples, making them erect and sore.
Barbados stopped, hearing something.
It was the sound of water.
It was coming from her right. She stopped climbing, going towards the sound instead.
Fighting her way through undergrowth, she came to a clearing.
She saw the waterfall above her. The sound of crashing water scarring her with its might. The pool below the fall was being whipped into a white frothy foam. Near her, the pool was calm, cool and inviting.
Barbados looked all around her. She was alone. Quickly stripping off, she jumped into the pool. Its cold water making her scream out. As she frolicked in the water, the eyes glared at the fine black skin.
Her breasts were large as were the nipples, her pussy was covered in thick, neatly trimmed curly hair.
As she swam, a shadow was cast upon the pool, its form disappearing under the surface.
The girls scream was cut short, as she was pulled beneath.
She struggled from the grip but it held her fast, the light from above faded as consciousness left her.
*************
Miss India had found the golden cow. It was merely a crudely painted cow on canvass, one of the organizers probably only spending ten minutes painting it.
Girls were shouting to each other, that they all could return back. The task was complete.
They burst into the hut laughing amongst them, only to be silenced by the sight of the smashed radio.
“What the fuck” USA shouted.
They went over to the pieces of smashed radio.
“How the fuck has this happened” USA asked.
“I’ve got no idea” South Africa replied.
They all stood there, looking at the scene.
“Where’s the handset” France asked.
“It should be in the store room” USA said.
Miss France ran to the back of the hut, and into the store.
“It’s not here” they heard her shout.
Miss China went to her room, and then came back.
“She’s not here” she told them.
“Who” asked USA?
“Miss Russia” China said “She was the only one left here. She must have smashed the radio.”
“That sick bitch” USA said “I’ll kill her.”
************* “This is Miss Russia, come in base.”
“Go ahead Miss Russia, this is base.”
“I have it, I have the golden cow.”
“Well done, you win first merit points. We have been trying to call you, no reply your end, over”
“The radio has problem, am using handset, over.”
“Okay Russia, make sure to keep charged. Will call tomorrow. Base out.”
“Russia out.”

Tracey stirred and opened her eyes. Her head felt a little fuzzy. What was going on she wondered. She had just had killer sex with her husband and her neighbor American neighbor John. Or had she? She looked around and tried to find her husband. What was going on? She called his name but he didn’t answer and she didn’t see him so she slowly crawled out of bed and then made her way down the hall into the living room looking for him.
What day was it, she wondered? She looked over at the clock and the time said 8:00. God, what was wrong with her head, she didn’t even know if it was 8 am or 8 p.m. Tracey looked outside. It was a beautiful day and the sun was in the east so she knew that it had to be 8 am. If that were true, all of her sexual adventure had happened yesterday or it was all a dream. She made her way to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
She took off her clothes and put her hand inside to check the temperature and then got in and stood under the warm water. It felt good to have the water running over her body. It made her feel alive again and it made her tense muscles relax and when she was done, she stepped out of the shower dried off. Tracey wrapped a towel around herself and went to her bedroom and opened the dresser drawer and got her clothes. She decided on a pair of white, cotton panties, a tee shirt and shorts today. Tracey pulled on her panties, her tee shirt and then her shorts and then she walked to the kitchen to finish the last of her coffee.
Spring was almost here and it was time to get the yard ready for mowing and the garden spot ready for planting. She slipped on her tennis shoes and stepped out the back door. She felt the warm sun hit her skin and she made her way to her tool shed to get the yard tools out. The weather in Canada was still a little on the cool side this time of year, but the sun was warm and she knew that as she worked the shorts would be just about right for the weather that they were experiencing.
The first thing on the agenda was cleaning out the hedgerow that separated her neighbor’s house and hers. Tracey took the rake and proceeded to clean out all the dead leaves and grass. When she had all the leaves raked away from the hedge she bent over to pull a few weeds and then she heard a car pull up in the drive to her neighbor’s house. She wondered if that could be John so she walked toward the front yard to see who it was. A woman got out of the car and walked up to the front door of John’s house.
She was a very pretty young girl, probably about 19. She had long brown hair and a very nice figure. “I wonder what she wants?” Tracey asked herself under her breath, just a little jealous of any young girl that came that close to her territory. Tracey watched her as she waited for the door to be opened. She looked at the girl’s body. God she looked good. She had been having feelings of lust toward women lately and she was trying to ignore them but they were growing stronger by the day and she was confused by them. She noticed the girl’s breasts. They weren’t as big as hers but they looked really nice and firm and she had a really cute butt. The girl knocked again and then the door opened.
“Hello John,” the girl said and then threw her arms around her American neighbor and kissed him on the cheek.
“Hello,” John said and hugged her back.
The couple walked into the house and shut the door. What is going on, Tracey wondered? She shrugged and then went back to her work. She kept thinking about John and this young girl and tried to concentrate on the work at hand but her curiosity was getting the best of her. Once again she heard a car start up and she looked to see John getting in his truck and heading down the road. Tracey went back to work and was working her way down the hedge row. The sun was starting to get warm and she liked the way it warmed her skin. The sweat was starting to bead up on her now and her nipples were showing through the thin fabric. She was aware of this but didn’t care because she knew that her neighbors watched everything that happened and she knew that a few of them would get off watching her work out in the yard in her shorts and tee shirt.
As she worked back to the back yard she noticed a movement across the way in her neighbor’s yard. The young girl came out, wearing shorts and a bikini top. Tracey watched her as she walked across the yard toward a lounge chair that was set up there. The girl walked over to the chair and sat down and reached behind her and untied the bikini top. Tracey could feel her body start to get that feeling of desire for a girl again and she stood there and watched her. The girl laid down on the chair which was turned so Tracey’s view was blocked. Damn, she wanted to see the body of this young girl so she made her way around to the front yard and walked over to John’s house and slowly made her way down the side of the house and peered from around the corner of the house.
The girl had taken off her top and had slipped her shorts off and she was laying there in her bikini bottoms. Tracey could see that she had a much better body than she imagined she had. Her breasts were the perfect shape, not too big but not small either.
The girl raised her hips a little and slid her bikini bottoms off. Tracey saw the beautiful flat stomach of this young woman and the neat triangle patch of pubic hair that was on her pussy. The girl reached over and took a bottle from the table next to her. She took the top off of the bottle and put poured some of it into her hand. She moved her hand to her neck and started applying the liquid onto her skin. She smeared it on her neck and then her shoulders. She moved her hands down and started rubbing it on her breasts. Tracey could see her smooth skin glimmer in the morning sunlight. The girl spent a while on her breasts and Tracey could see her perky young nipples harden in the cool air. Tracey could see the erect buds glistening in the sunlight and thought how she would like to put her lips and tongue on them and lick the sweat off of t his girls’ body. The girl then moved her hand slowly down her flat, young belly and then down to her pubic area. She watched as she first rubbed some lotion onto her the mound of her pussy. She slowly moved between her legs, and Tracey stood mesmerized as she watched this girl start to finger herself in the broad daylight. She felt the feelings start to stir deep down inside her. She moved her own hand down her stomach and then slipped her hand into her shorts. God, her pussy was getting wet.
Tracey watched as the girl opened her legs a little and then spread her pussy lips with one hand and started to rub her clit with the other hand. “Ooooooh,” the girl moaned softly as she fingered herself and Tracey could see the look of pleasure on her face.
Tracey could feel the heat grow inside her body and then she moved her own hand underneath her panties and felt her crotch. Tracey spread her legs a little and she touched her smoothly shaved mound as she watched this girl play with herself. Her pussy was wet and her knees almost buckled when she touched her clit with her finger. “mmmmm,” the girl moaned once again and her soft voice spurred Tracey on in her fingering of her own pussy.
Tracey was lost in her own world, watching this young girl masturbate and playing with her own pussy when she suddenly got the feeling that she was not alone. Tracey felt someone breathe on her neck and she froze for a second and started to pull her hand out of her panties when she felt someone touch her.
“Well,” said a man’s voice behind her. “Caught a peeping tom.” It was John, her next door neighbor. She had not heard him drive up, she was so caught up in her finger play. Tracey started to run but it was too late. The man had her cornered and the only place she could run was into the back yard of her neighbor’s. She moved quickly and the startled girl in the lawn chair jumped up.
“Caught this naughty woman in our back yard watching you play with yourself. She was playing with her own cunt.”
“What do you think we should do to her John?” the young girl asked.
“Let’s see, we could call the police. I’m sure there is some kind of law against peeping into a neighbors back yard, as well as trespassing.”
“I don’t know John,” the young woman said. “She looks too scrumptious to throw in the slammer.” The woman moved toward Tracey and touched her face with the back of her hand. The soft skin of the woman’s hand felt good and Tracey trembled, partially in fear of what might happen to her, but also at the gentleness of this beautiful young girl’s hand. The girl moved her hand down Tracey’s neck and down to her nipple of her right breast which was showing through the thin material of her tee shirt. Tracey felt the urges build up in her as her nipple was being caressed. The woman moved her hand down and took the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, slipping it over Tracey’s head.
She moved toward Tracey and put her arms around her neck and pressed her lips tightly against hers. She felt herself responding and she put her tongue inside Tracey’s mouth and she could no longer contain the passion burning inside her body. She moved her tongue to meet the girl’s tongue and they locked in a deep embrace. John reached around and slipped his hands down her body and put his hands in her shorts. He moved his hand inside her panties and she could feel his hands, firm but gentle against her tender skin. He moved his hand out of Tracey’s shorts and worked his way up her body, across her stomach to her soft breasts.
He squeezed Tracey’s breasts one in each hand as the girl pulled herself away from Tracey and then leaned over and kissed her nipples, running her tongue across each one and then taking them into her mouth. Tracey knew that this was what she always wanted and offered no resistance as the girl moved her lips down to her belly button. The girl pulled down Tracey’s shorts a little and traced her tongue down her body licked her lower stomach, stopping just at the top of her hairless pussy. Tracey’s head was reeling now and she was a slave to whatever this couple had planned for her.
The girl stopped kissing and licking Tracey now and too and took her by the hand and led her to the back yard. She laid down in the chair and took Tracey by the hair and pulled her head down to her breast. Tracey instinctively suckled on her breast, taking her nipple into her mouth. She could feel it harden at the attention that she was giving it.
John moved around behind Tracey and pulled her shorts down her legs and then her panties. He pressed his crotch into her and she could feel his hardness through the rough material of his denim jeans. John moved back and started to unbuckle his belt and then unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled his shirt off and then pulled his jeans and underwear off and then bent over and kissed Tracey on the ass. Tracey was a slave to the passion now and the girl pushed her head down, over her stomach and then toward her pussy. Tracey could smell the scent of this young woman. She had never smelled the pussy of another woman before but she liked it a lot. The girl spread her legs and continued to move Tracey’s head toward her cunt.
As she was backing up she felt herself brush against John’s hard penis. Tracey moved lower, kissing the girl on the pubic mound, farther and farther down until her face was even with the pussy lips.
John positioned himself behind Tracey and she could feel his hands as they touched her butt cheeks. He gently touched the skin on her behind with his hand and then moved his cock and she could feel how hard and warm it was. He took his cock and rubbed it on her ass and then she felt him move his lips to it and give it a gentle kiss. Tracey could feel him spread her legs a little and he moved and kissed her pussy lips. He placed his tongue against the opening of her pussy and licked a long slow lick. She spread her legs a little more and he pushed his tongue inside her.
The girl grabbed Tracey’s hair and pulled her into her crotch. Tracey kissed the girl on the lips of her vagina and she could taste the sweet pungent taste of her pussy. She pulled away a little and took her tongue and started to lick up and down the sweet pussy of this beautiful girl that was spread before her. She spread the girl’s womanhood with her hand and inserted her tongue into it the way that John had done hers. Tracey could tell that she liked what was being done to her because she moaned with delight as she tongue fucked her.
“Oh god Tracey. Mmmmmm baby. That’s it,” she said as Tracey licked up her slit.
John took his face away from Tracey’s pussy and moved to a standing position behind her. He took the head of his cock and pressed it against the opening of her wet lips. He put his hands on her hips and gently, slowly pushed his cock into her. Tracey could feel him enter her and liked the way the warm hard penis felt as it slid inside her body. Tracey let out a muffled moan as John slowly worked his way down into her with his dick.
“Your pussy is so tight Tracey,” he said as he moved in and out, each time sliding into her a little more.
“Does she feel good John”, the girl asked?
“Oh baby, you don’t know how good her hot tight pussy feels wrapped around my meat,” he said.
John pushed inside her now and she could feel his pelvis touch her ass and she knew that he was all the way in. She braced herself as best she could as he pulled his dick out and then slid it back in. Tracey took the girl’s clit into her mouth and the woman trembled and moaned as she sucked on it. Tracey took one of her hands and slid her finger into her snatch. It was wet from the excitement and the saliva of her own mouth and she started to finger fuck her as John was fukcing her.
“Fuck her John, fuck her hard,” the girl said.
John slapped Tracey gently on the ass and he pulled his cock almost all the way out and then pushed it hard into her, making her butt cheeks jiggle a little. Tracey felt her pussy muscles contract around his dick as he pushed his cock into her, pushing a little harder each time getting a good steady firm rhythm going, pumping his hard cock into her.
The girl took Tracey’s head and pulled it down hard against her pussy and then she started sucking on the girl’s clit and moving her finger in and out of her pussy, giving her a good finger fucking.
“Does Tracey suck pussy good?” John asked.
“Oh shit does she ever,” the girl said. John looked down as Tracey was sucking on the young girl’s pussy as he held her hips firmly and rammed his cock into her at a steady pace. “Oh yesssssss Tracey, lick my pussy. Suck my clit,” the girl said. Tracey was getting close to cumming. She knew that her orgasm was going to be a huge one.
“Oh god, fuck her John, make her scream. Make her cum John.”
“I’m gonna fuck her baby. I’m gonna fuck her like she has never been fucked before.” John slapped Tracey hard on the ass and then started to fuck her hard, slamming his cock into her depths and then retracting and slamming it deep again.
“Come on John, Make her cum,” the girl said.
Tracey could tell the girl was getting close to her orgasm. The girl spread her legs wide to give Tracey a better chance of getting to her pussy. Tracey stopped sucking on her clit and slipped her tongue into her pussy.
“Ooooooh!!!!!! Mmmmmmmmm!!!!!” the girl moaned as she licked her.
Tracey felt her orgasm build up inside her. Her muscles began to tremble and she felt herself give into the waves of pleasure that overtook her body.
“Oh shit John, Fuck me baby, FUCK ME!!!!!!,” Tracey yelled as John rammed his cock into her.
“I’m cummmmmmmiiiinnnnnggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!” the girl yelled as she took Tracey’s head and pulled it into her steaming hot cunt.
John could hold off no longer. The sight of Tracey eating pussy drove him over the edge. He pushed it deep inside her one more time and Tracey could feel as his cock started to squirt. His cum hit the walls of her vagina and she could feel each warm squirt of his liquid pump into her.
The girl finally released Tracey’s head and she collapsed forward and John sent his last squirt into her pussy. After a few seconds, Tracey moved up and put her head on the girl’s breasts and began to gently stroke them. She stroked Tracey’s hair and then John pulled his dick out of her and moved to the girl laying there and she took his cock and licked Tracey’s and his mixed juice off of him.
“Mmmmmm,” said the girl as she pulled his cock inot her mouth. “You taste so good Tracey, I can’t wait till I get to taste you for myself.”
Tracey lay there and then after a few minutes, John took her and the girl and led them into the house.