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Part 2
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guided masturbation phone sex
Some of you stroker boys who are not so well endowed might like this
one..
The DJ just happened to put on a slew of Techno tunes I love the
pounding beat almost as much as I love a good pounding; off to the dance
floor which gave me a chance to show off my ass. As usual, every male on
and around the dance floor was giving me a horny stare; while every
female was giving me a jealous angry glare. Bitches.
A slow song was next, so I
quickly exited the dance floor. I looked back at my dance partner and
saw the disappointment in his eyes. No doubt his crestfallen look was
because he wasn’t going to get the opportunity to slow-dance with me,
which meant no chance to press his penis against my stomach, hip, ass,
or all of the above. Poor poor boy. On the flip side though, the
cock-press is an easy way for a girl to see if there’s enough meat
between the legs to even consider. Oh well.
We sat down, and he wasted no time in coming on a little stronger.
Rubbing my arm and “accidentally” bumping my thigh. I played along a
little.
“What’s your name stud, how
old are you, what do you do for a living?”
“Darren, I’m 24, and I’m an
investment analyst” he replied.
“Oh, a money guy! I like
money Darren”.
I told him I needed another
drink, and he leaped up to go get it. I just love how obedient and
attentive a man with a hard on can be. I was already getting tired of
the club, so I decided to push things along. When Darren returned with
my drink, I shifted in my seat and let my legs fall open before crossing
them. Darren visibly twitched as he caught a glimpse of my moist slit.
While he struggled to regain his composure I hit him again, “How big is
your cock Darren?”
Now completely unnerved, he
responded with a stutter, “Uh, uh, I don’t know, I never measured it.”
Before he even finished his sentence, I pounced again. “You’re a fucking
liar! You know exactly how long it is, and how thick it is. And based on
your response, I do too. Short and skinny. You have a lot of nerve
coming on to me when you know you have a little dick !!” I grabbed his
crotch and squeezed, and then went nose to nose with him.
“What did you think? That I wouldn’t notice? That before I realized it,
you might have already shot your load, and then you could bolt out the
door? You fucking douche bag!” I grabbed my purse, stood up, and pulled
him by his necktie to my face. “Go pay your tab, and then meet me in the
parking lot. You’re coming home with me. And you are going to see what
happens when a little-dick loser gets drunk on pussy that’s way out of
his league.”
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