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Chapter 11

Swallow or Spit?

Swallow

Sated and feeling incredible, you glance down at Cora, kneeling mournfully between your legs and then up at her friend gyrating as suggestively as possible a few feet behind her, but a look of fear in her eyes. You grin wickedly, and lean over to the blonde and say quietly in her ear so closely that she can feel your hot breath, "Swallow it!"

Cora screws here eyes shut and you can see her gulp then in a moment you know her mouth is empty.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"No, I, uhhh", she said as you close her lips with your fingers.

"Shh". You hop down from the counter and help the blonde up to her feet before turning to look at her friend, now completely naked, obviously mortified, but making suggestive hip motions. "Doesn't seem fair. We've left you out Juliet. We need to try harder to keep you included I think."

You step over to her, stepping out of the pants around your ankles and close on her, naked flesh to naked flesh. You can feel your limp cock trying to twitch again, feeling its first pussy inches away. Juliet bares her teeth, but keeps writhing. You pull your t-shirt over your head to complete the naked tableau, before pulling her to you crushing her tightly against you and pressing your lips hard enough against hers that she might have bruises in the morning. She gasps and you fill her mouth with your tongue, feeling her small breasts pressed against your torso. After a minute you have a semi and its exploring her pussy lips. You disengage long enough to tell her to stop dancing, and slip a hand from her waist down her abdomen causing her to shiver and then onto her pussy, via a tiny landing strip of hair. Oh my. It started fairly dry, but you knew where everything was and by the time you had her juices flowing your fingers were unnecessary, and with a bend of your knees, your cock was at the entrance and sliding headfirst into this tight wet wonderland. Occasionally you could see the terror in her eyes, but it didn't seem to dampen anything. Having only just cum minutes before in Cora's mouth though, this was taking ages. You're not in a hurry. You lie her down halfway through and climb on. Missionary position. A bit unimaginative given the stuff you've seen going on in the movies the shop sells, but you intend to learn your craft bit by bit.

Near the end, you could hear the door jangle and someone come in. "Fuck! a customer".

No way you're going to stop now.

"Fuck. Hey man! Guys, there's a floor show!" said a voice behind you.

"Cora!" you yell. "Get your tits out and give the guys a free fumble".

"Hey. Not bad. Fuck. You shooting a porno or something? You gonna give me a shot at her man" you hear the voices clamor. Clearly they were going to carry on being a nuisance. You have to do something.

"All of you", you yell thrusting away full speed in Juliet's glorious wet hole, "pants down, bare asses, hands and knees, and face the wall. And shut the fuck up!"

Thankfully silence resumes. You are almost coming when you add, "Cora, start spanking them all. Hard as you can."

The shots ring out for a minute then you're cumming again, this time inside the beautiful cute brunette, and eventually you slump on top of her. She's still looking horrified.

You get up and survey the carnage. Juliet lays akimbo, newly fucked. You pick up her thong and wipe your cock clean with the gusset. "Here, put this on" you say and toss it to her.

Cora's tits were swinging wildly as she thrashed the asses of 4 middle aged men. All 8 buttocks and Cora's right hand were a vivid shade of red. No-one made a sound.

"Ok, you can stop now." Cora relaxed and sagged visibly.

"You men, get up get dressed and get out of here. Don't ever talk of what you've seen here and don't ever come back."

The men hurriedly got to their feet and pull their pants back up, looks of fear across their faces.

"Oh. Before you go. Give me $100 each for the show." you add.

They all fumble in their wallets and hand you the cash before literally running out of the door.

You pocket the cash before producing your cheap brandless cellphone from behind the counter. "Here, get dressed then put your names, numbers and addresses in the address book." you say, and this time your lust really is spent. You're exhausted and need sleep. "Go home and get some sleep, you say with a yawn, and can barely keep your own eyes open as you lock the door behind the rapidly disappearing pair of beauties.

What do you do next?

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