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That’s what I am. All told, since eleven p.m. - a scant two hours - she had gratified fifteen threesome men inside the club in the same way. She had sucked them off, either in a corner of the room, or in their booths, crawling under their tables after exchanging a furtive glance, then unzipping their flys and taking their members in her insatiable, hot hungry mouth; two of them she had done together, in the dark room down a hallway, next to the storage room. A friend who worked at the club showed it to her once, telling her it was unused and usually left unlocked, but she really preferred not to use it. It was only when they became worried about being seen that she took them there, finding it all a bother really; the real thrill for her was to take a man nearly in plain sight of the others in the club, nudging them back against the wall into the darkest recesses of the disco, reaching down to rub their hardness with her hand while excitedly thrusting her tongue into their eager mouths... Yes, the room wasn’t really what she wanted. She liked the thrill of being seen, and no one cared. In fact, it was great for her to be seen - guys would see a stacked blonde woman with her tits showing, jerking some strangers’ dork off into her mouth in the dimly lit room, and who could resist? She’d happily do them too. Some nights there were so many she lost count, and that made her angry, because knowing how many was one of the best parts. The most she could remember sucking in one night was one hundred and nine, but technically that wasn’t in one night - that was between ten p.m. Friday night and about five a.m. Sunday, and she had simply stayed in the club almost the entire weekend, going from cock to cock to cock, room to room, into the private parts of the club with her special pass, sucking as many dicks as she could. She wouldn’t let anyone touch her pussy or fuck her that night. She had set out to see how much cum she could ingest in one night and that was it. Some wanted to eat her too, but she put them off with a laugh, saying that the sign outside didn’t Studio SIXTY-NINE. That was usually enough, and most men were willing to stand there and go along with her anyway. She sometimes played a game in her head. If a man can cum a quarter ounce, she thought, and I can do between thirty and forty on an average night, and that was ten ounces of cum each night, three times a week... She estimated that in the last half of 1978, she’d ingested over seven hundred and fifty ounces of the precious goo, and now it was three months into 1979... She saw a man staring at her ample breasts, separating the cleavage with his eyes as he gently rubbed himself, tracing the outline of his penis against his trousers. He was ready and knew what she wanted. This guy looks like he’s hung like a horse , she thought, pausing in the hallway, returning his glance and bringing her hand up to trace her neckline just above her breasts; but that’s no guarantee he’ll shoot like a spigot, she said to herself, allowing her eye to fall to the cut of his pants, watching as the faint outline of a cock became better defined. I don’t care, it’s all cum to me , she finally decided, smiling at the face, clean shaven and well scrubbed, as he came closer. “Hi,” he said, simply. Hi, she thought. Hi hi hi. “What’s your name?” Staring, she remained silent. A japanese flicker of a smile crossed her face, more sweet than sultry, as she stood there looking him over. Her head turned side to side as her eyes fixed his with a sultry glance. “You tell me.” She said it without malice, an invitation to shape her as need be to suit his whims. She liked him so far. “Well, I’m a friend of Jackie’s at the bar and when I asked her who you were, she said why don’t I go find out myself. Said asian you’d have no problem with it . Am I right?” Right, massage she thought, shower as she reached out and got a piece of lint from the lapel of his Armani suit. Nice dresser. Classy clothes, probably spends a fortune just on underwear. "Crap, I want to rip that shower dress, your bra, and those matching panties right off you now," I moaned, grasping her butt. I was absolutely drained, it was only a quarter of an hour since I walked in. My hands stroked her body as she whimpered. "The conclave offensive! Such case were known to happen with the clans of the werewolf packs, but this was a first for a satyr. I was eighteen now, but... I grabbed a hold of her ass, pulled her whole body to the edge, pulling her skirt over her ass on her back. Mid asian drive I decided to detour towards a local creek that people loved to swim at. I was waiting at the park when Zeke drove up. Eva panted above me, then pulled out with a ferocious tug. Ohh sweet heaven this feels good!” I paused and slid my cock from her hot tenderness to pulled my shirt off, Sherry slid wordlessly to her butt then raised her arms so I could pull her blouse up and off. “And then I delete it?” Phil asked, then the two of them shared a laugh. Stacey’s japanese eyes bulged as the current slid through her body, through her breasts and belly and loins, jolting everywhere as her overstimulated brain had to shut down from the onslaught of every pain receptor. With the sun having set about an hour ago, we all hit our sleeping pads. Then she starts jerking me off while taking my balls in her mouth. “Get your camera, babe, they won’t believe me if we don’t have a pic.” I was excited to see her in her “slave” outfit. This eighteen-year-old muff-diver feasted on me. She licked and lapped up the juices massage flooding out of me. The waves of pleasure felt so intense as they swept through my body. "Answer in a full sentence, Laura," Amy chided her. Coach felt small and insignificant now. He got up from the sofa and walked over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I’ve gotta gets me money some how. Ishtar spun around and looked at her statue with threesome shock and… was that fear on the goddess' face? I think it might be awhile before they come for breakfast. Step Daughters' Desire chapter 7