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Here is a weekend treat for you stroker boys.. a new hot story to get
your weekend going...
Hello stroker boys, your Mistress Mandy had quite an interesting evening
last night. Tyrone was delayed on a business deal in Paris, which left
me with no cock in the house. Hmm, where was I going to find a nice hard
penis at this time of night? Don’t fret my little strokers, Mistress
solved that problem very quickly.
I ran a nice warm bath, which I soaked in for almost an hour. I
meticulously trimmed and shaved my pussy, leaving my cunt lips smooth,
and a tiny triangle of pussy hair above. A little directional arrow to
my pink jewel. Don’t kid yourselves strokers, even you guys who profess
to being exclusively cocksuckers, could never resist this vice-tight
twat glove of mine.
My outfit was simple. Spiked heels, a barely-below-the-lips skirt, and a
loose sheer sleeveless top. And to answer your question..... no bra, and
definitely no panties.
My destination was a small restaurant/lounge not far from my house.
There is usually a pretty good crowd there, and the dancing is always
great. I walked past the endless line of people waiting to get in and
stopped in front of the guy at the velvet rope. He eyed me from head to
toe, or should I say tits to ass, and then un-clipped the rope and
motioned me in. Neither of us said a word. None were needed, because we
both spoke the same language..... Pussy.
I sat down at a table in back, far from the dance floor. I asked the
waitress to bring me a martini and then I sat back to relax. Less than
10 minutes passed before a young guy who looked to be about 25 sat down
at my table. He mumbled a few things about how attractive I was, and
that he was hoping he could buy me a drink, or some kind of bullshit
like that. It didn’t matter because I wasn't really listening to him
anyway. I stood up and said “let’s dance”.
As we walked to the dance floor I giggled to myself as I wondered if
this guy had any idea what he was getting himself into. I wondered what
he would say if he knew that the chances of his prick touching my twat,
were much less than the chances that he would be kneeling on the floor
licking up his own come. The only thing working in his favor right then,
was the fact that I was just dripping for cock.
more to cum..
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