Fun

Along the bar, an attractive young black girl stood silently facing me. Her white lycra dress was the one that had the message marked on it reading “fuck me”, or as close as they could come to writing that in English. I turned back to the blonde.

“Thank you”, I said and handed the pamphlet back to her. I pride myself on being quick to appraise and adapt to any situation.

With one more glance around the bar, I turned to face the blonde again and stepped closer to her. “May I?” I asked, even though I knew she didn’t understand me.

She looked nervous as I placed my hand on her belly-bump over the shiny black material, but managed to smile at me anyway,

I had visions of Cindy being fucked in the ass while she was being spanked suddenly popping up in my head. Maybe lets not start with that I thought, and although my erection was tenting in my pants, I stepped towards her and brought my face to hers and she seemed relieved to accept the kiss.

I kept our lips locked as I pulled myself to her, letting her feel my erection through our clothes pushing against her bump, while I moved my right hand up to her breast and began to knead it through the tight material of her dress.

The blonde’s eyes watched me closely and her hands stayed rooted to her sides while I felt her boobs and began to chastely make out with her. I filled her mouth with my tongue and thrust it in deeply, almost far enough to make her gag. Her lips felt soft and waxy, newly lipsticked. I guessed I would have red lips too when we parted. No matter.

I peeled back a layer of PVC to expose her left tit, but instead of the firm grope of the moviestars I centered on her nipple and pinched it between my thumb and forefinger. It became more solid and I tugged on it firmly, distending the shape of the blonde’s tit. She tried to follow what I was doing with her eyes, and although she was not exactly an active participant, she did not try to break from the kiss I had initiated, or to remove my groping hand from her tit.

Eventually I lifted my face from her, and she gasped briefly for air. Without a word, I scanned the bar a little more carefully.

Yes – the women were all hot. And yes, they were all pregnant, and in latex dresses. How the hell did the Ruritanians figure this would appeal to me. No matter. I could think about that later. I had some hedonism to get through first.