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“Oooh daddy yes, fuck me…get this pussy,” the black girl cooed insatiably as the black guy banged her harder and harder.

  Cocking and pussy slamming…in and out

  Olivia began touching herself as she watched them.

  She got her hand up her dress and inside her panties—her fingers leisurely massaging and enflaming the sloshing wetness that signified her unmet wishes.

  “Ooooh fuck me,” the black girl was calling—but suddenly, as the black guy turned his head to the side, his face facing towards the window that Olivia was watching from behind—he caught sight of white blond Olivia hunching down watching!

  OH MY GOD!!!!!

  Olivia almost peed and shit on herself!

  The black guy had noticed her there and was staring right at her as he heaved his body in push-up motions, fucking the black girl. He didn’t panic, though, and Olivia didn’t run.

  Casually, with her fingers deep in her pussy, Olivia hung on to the black guy’s stare—deliberately licking her lips and slashing her pink tongue across them provocatively with bold wanton gesturing as she stared straight back at the black guy.

  I want to be fucked like that, Olivia’s blue eyes were saying.

  And then she stood up, commanding the guy’s attention as he kept on banging the black girl, Olivia pulling her dress up around her hips so that the gleaming whiteness of her legs and thighs was exposed—her hand stuffed in her panties as she dug inside herself—and after a few minutes of tantalizing him with that, she let her dress down and reached up and ripped her bodice open—her bra exposed and her cleavage meaty C cups as the push up bra held them like silken doves.

  Look at these nipples, Olivia’s eyes said as she tugged the cups to the side, pulling the straps out of place—maneuvering the flesh to spill out and reveal her hot, thumb-hard pink nipples.

  Horny as a new day’s prostitute, Olivia leaned back against the car behind her, hiked up her dress and pulled down her panties so that the lunging black guy could see both her exposed titty nipples and her tight quivering little blond kitten.

  Making no sound, Olivia mouthed the words, “Fuck me, too…fuck me, too.”

  And then as the sweat-covered chocolate skinned fucker started bucking harder and the black girl beneath grabbed hold to his muscles, her mouth panting and screaming in sheer ecstasy at the ravishing fuck-bang she was receiving—Olivia’s cell phone started ring.

  Quickly, she grabbed her purse off the ground and opened her phone, wearily. “Hello.”

  “How long are you two going to be out there getting high? You’re missing all the cool remixes.”

  It was Timex B.

  “I’m coming back now,” Olivia told him as she suddenly broke free of the sex spell she’d been under and realized how inappropriate it was for her to be splayed open half-naked in a parking lot, basically modeling her sensuous hot flesh for a stranger on top of his girlfriend boning her to death.

  “Good,” Timex B. told her. “Because I’m ready to dance my ass off to these hot beats.”

  Olivia pulled up her panties and shoved her tits back inside the cups of her push up bra.

  The black guy was just melting his wad inside the shrieking long legged gingerbread girl as Olivia wobbled out from the car row and hurried back towards the pulsing beat and circus life of Democratic Headquarters.

  It’s Britney, bitch.

  It’s Britney, bitch.

  Olivia re-entered the club high as a kite stoned—but something else as well as that—hot and buttery between her legs.

  Lonely cunt fever, throbbing like acid jelly fish stingers shot through her body with a special lust; burning her membranes with desires and horny thoughts—dirty little fuck dreams that spazzed in her eyes and squelched in her ears—all consuming; all explicitly out of control and bumping her G-spot like lava licks.

  I want a dick in my mouth not another swizzle straw.

  Mike came up behind her before she could even figure out where Timex B. was in the club. He wasted no time putting his hand right square on Olivia’s ass.

  Surprised, but secretly hungry with the dick munchies, Olivia looked up at the sexy former Navy Seal and nearly peed on herself by the depth and power of his stare.

  He didn’t remove his hand from her ass.

  He pressed harder, squeezing and feeling the soft but firm cushiness, then ran his hand between the “crack-crease,” defiantly. He bowed down…and softly kissed Olivia on the lips.

  “No—no, Mike, stop,” Olivia objected softly, her hand pressing and pushing against his big strong chest. But Mike stuck his tongue in her mouth and ran one of his fingers straight and erect down the crease of Olivia’s ass, groping and squeezing as hard as he wanted to. And as many people who knew Mike and Cathy watched on in disappointed silence—the fact that it was forbidden welled up a secret fire in Olivia and made the kiss that much hotter; that much more addictive and nasty.

  “Stop it, Mike. People are watching and they’re going to tell Cathy.”

  “I don’t give a fuck. Cathy knows people have misunderstandings sometimes and that envious people make up bullshit when they’re jealous happy couples.” Couples like him and Cathy.

  “I can’t betray my best friend, Mike!”

  “Shut the fuck up and give me some sugar.”

  Mike drove his tongue deep in Olivia’s mouth and lulled her into a long, hard tongue kiss.

  It felt so good…the way his big hand was groping and feeling her ass up and down; squeezing and lifting the cheeks.

  He pulled Olivia over to a dark corner with a table and sat her down on his lap—his hand forcing her hand to touch between his legs and feel the hard pipe-like dick bulge that was blistering all twisted up in Mike’s crotch like a snake.

  “I want to fuck the shit out you,” Mike bark-whispered in Olivia’s ear, and it made her so hot—so damn slutty ass hot—she couldn’t keep fighting it.

  She kissed him back and their tongues rolled around in each other’s mouth, Mike’s moustache scratching and turning her on at the same time.

  Tears filled Olivia’s eyes and she started slurring, “I lost my virginity, but it’s like the guy who did it to me was gay or something—I don’t feel like I’ve been fucked.”

  “Holy shit!” Mike shouted as he saw his wife, Cathy, coming back into the club, unexpectedly.

  He jumped up so fast that Olivia literally crashed to the floor, her legs splaying open and her mouth open with shock.

  Immediately, Mike dropped all interest whatsoever in Olivia. He sauntered through the crowd and made his way to his wife, lovingly greeting her, hugging and kissing her.

  Kevin, the handsome black guy who’d been out the in the parking lot fucking another girl just moments ago, was suddenly there helping Olivia to her feet and helping her to scrape up the contents of her purse and put them back in the bag.

  He pressed against Olivia once she had her purse together. He looked so hot and animalistic—the wide nose, thick lips and sexy dark eyes that always made black men so damn irresistible and fine. But Olivia didn’t have a pen to scribble her digits and she’d come back to the club for Timex B.

  “Damn girl, you foine” Kevin was saying in a low voice. “You need a brother to pay your credit cards, babe.”

  And just as he said that—the gorgeous black girl came walking by, her eyes zeroing in on Kevin and Olivia as though she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Raw jealousy filled the beautiful black girl’s cat-like gypsy brown eyes. Olivia smiled back at her, trying to act like nothing was up. But damn—it seemed that everybody’s man wanted to get with Olivia.

  And deep inside, Olivia was starting to like it.

  Single guys like Timex B. were boring and lacked the excitement of getting so much attention from the forbidden ones.

  “Excuse me, I have to go,” Olivia told the black guy, Kevin. But he begged her, “Baby come on, give a brother your digits.”

  Unfortunately, he’d said it loud enough that the pretty black girl
, her eyes brimming with tears, rushed up and slapped the shit out of him!

  “What the!”

  “Yeah, FUCK YOU, motherfuck’n nigguh motherfucker!” the black girl shouted for everyone to hear. She slapped the shit out of him again, then grabbed a drink from a nearby table and splashed Olivia right in the face with it!

  “You want some, too, white bitch?”

  Obviously, the heartbroken black girl was ready to fight to the death over her piece-of-nothing boyfriend, and people started shouting out their wishes, “Fight…fight…fight.”

  But Olivia Nixon was a true upper class Sherman Oaks chick; she’d never been in a fight in her life.

  Shivering from the shock of being wet and temporarily blinded, Olivia ran away from the ruckus, forcing herself through the crowd and gasping for air and sight at the same time.

  By the time she made it to Timex B., he was dancing with some exotic type biracial girl.

  Immediately, Timex B. turned his back on the hot biracial girl and came rushing to see what had happened to Olivia.

  “You’re all wet and your mascara’s running—your hair.”

  “This girl threw a drink in my face ‘cause her boyfriend wanted me.”

  Timex B. burst out laughing.

  “Poor princess,” he said. “You want to dance like that or you think we should get you a towel and get you dried off?”

  Olivia was tired of beating around the bush.

  She said, “I want to go home to my apartment—right now.”

  Timex B. paused, his attention riveted by the intensity of her whirling blue eyes stare.

  “So you’re going home?” he asked.

  “Come with me,” Olivia said. “We could go back to my place and kick it and have a party there.”

  Timex B. gently touched her trembling bottom lip with his finger. “You want me to come to your apartment?”

  Olivia didn’t answer with words. She devoured his finger, pulling it into her mouth and sucking it between the pouty pink of her full sexy lips.

  ~

  PART 2

  •

  DO ME BABY

  Olivia Nixon tried to play cool and calm as she and Timex B. made it to the front door of her apartment, but not only did she fumble the keys—she jumped like an idiot when her cell phone rang.

  “Let me get the door,” Timex B. said as he took the dropped the keys and stuck the silver one in that he’d seen Olivia attempting to direct. “Answer your phone.”

  Olivia didn’t recognize the number calling her, but considering how late it was, she had to answer it. It could be a family member or something. When she flipped it open—all she heard immediately was a slurping, sucking sound. Someone gagging on something in their throat—then a deep guy’s voice saying, “Yeah, suck it—suck my dick.” And then she realized that she did recognize the telephone number calling her—it was Boy Bitch!—and apparently he was sucking that guy Craig’s dick and telephoned Olivia so that she could listen in.

  Olivia suddenly heard a distant Boy Bitch saying: “You gonna bust this sweet tight booty now?”

  Even further away came the man’s voice: “Yeah, let me fuck you in your ass, faggot—get up here.”

  Eww, gross, thought Olivia.

  She clapped her phone shut and then as Timex B. stood inside her apartment, holding the door as though he lived there and not her, she stepped over the threshold.

  ••

  There wasn’t a whole lot of talking.

  Timex B. dimmed the lights and nuzzled her neck and ears and said in a low voice, “Why don’t you put on something we can slow dance to for a change.”

  They started slow dancing once Olivia got a ballad CD going, but pure horny fuck-nut was like a fever in their blood.

  OOO…ooo….oooh Yeah.

  Timex B. kissed her mouth passionately; breathing heavily, he licked her down the center of her neck—licking and kissing down into her cleavage, biting and slopping, and then he took out her tits, pinching the nipples; groping and squeezing the breasts. It felt so good to Olivia and she didn’t want the kissing to end, but Timex B. had so much energy to cover.

  His hand slid down the small of her back and groped at her ass cheeks, pulling up her dress and fumbling with her panties as he slid his hand inside them and squeezed her ass by the flesh.

  “Oh yes,” Olivia moaned, quivering. “Do that.”

  The full hardness of his rod pressed against her stomach as the height of the sexy college boy kept her tongue enraptured, his hand yanking down her panties from the back, dragging them down her legs until they fell around her ankles—and then his hand returning to the crack of her naked buttocks, scope-plodding down the crack and fingering sexily right between her pussy lips. Tabbing the wetness with his finger tips and then digging in, fingering her moist heat as though he were holding his hand up to the sun.

  “Oh-oh-oh,” Olivia cooed with an open mouth and a breathy throat.

  “Nobody fingered this pussy before, ha?”

  Olivia barely knew what to say. Her body was trembling and her lips were damper than dew drops on grass.

  Timex B. took her hand and guided it down to his trouser front, touching her fingers against the pipe-like bulge, running her palm up and down the shaft of it.

  “Is this what you like to do, after the club? Ha?”

  “Yes…oooh, yes.”

  Olivia wanted it so bad.

  Timex B. breathed against her ear, “I want you to kiss my dick. Kiss my dick, babe…”

  He was taking it out, pushing his pants down off his hips. Olivia slid down to the floor, nervous and anxious alike, because she’d never given head before.

  Immediately, the smell of it shocked her, because it was right in front of her face—long, pink and rock hard; the veins—and it smelled like soap and baby powder. And then she told herself that it was Michael Phelps, the Olympic swimmer—his dick, and she closed her eyes and took it against her mouth, kissing it on the head and kissing down the shaft.

  “Put it in your mouth,” Timex B. whispered. “Suck it.”

  Olivia pretended it was Michael Phelps and took it in her mouth. She sucked, but then Timex B. said, “Watch the teeth!”

  So she tried watching the teeth and licking on it, sucking on it at the same time. But when she tried to do what she’d seen girls do in porno movies, deep throat it, she wasn’t able to stop gagging.

  “Just suck on it without trying to show off,” Timex B. told her.

  So Olivia went back to sucking on it high school style.

  Before she knew it, Timex B. stood her back up and said, “Let me taste that sweet pussy now.”

  Timex B. led her to the couch and laid her down, pulling her dress up over her shoulders and discarding it in one motion.

  He took off her bra and sucked on her breasts some more.

  Then he slid down, the tip of his nose embossing her pubic hair, and passionately began licking and stroking her kitten face with his tongue.

  Time zones swirled within Olivia’s abdomen, her eyes fluttering as the stroke of Timex B.’s tongue enchanted and jump-started her adrenaline.

  Cupping the softness of his hair, Olivia pressed his face harder against the folds of her vagina, moaning and shuddering each time his tongue, slicking the slit and sucking the mystery button, tapped and jolted her sensitivity. He was so good at it, and she couldn’t think straight or keep her knees from trying to join over top his head as he pulled her hip down, widening her legs apart and dove his long, wiggling tongue deeper and deeper; doggy-licking and slurping and harder.

  “Sweet pussy juice,” Timex B. moaned as he crashed Olivia’s soft pink membrane and struck down a watershed of misty moist shivering—her body going into erotic-celestial spasm as he fought her impulses to be still, his tongue poking and invading as his mouth and nose devoured the candy apple and whipped up the strawberry pink insides until everything was bubbling and quaking.

  “OH GOD!” Olivia screamed with shrieking plea
sure. “OH GOD, GOD, GOD!”

  Timex B. didn’t stop, however. He ignored her inexperienced bucking and shaking and drove his mouth and tongue straight ahead, vigorously smack-thrashing her young frail pussy—sticky-licking and eating it until she exploded with CUM-crying.

  Olivia tried to scream, but her jaw got locked in the midst of pure euphoric ecstasy!

  Finally, clinging to the couch, she caught her breath.

  But by the time she did, and was watching her chest heave up and down with spirited inhaling—Timex B. was raising himself over top of her, and she froze in shock at the sight of his long, banana-white dick—the head of it reddish pink and his hairy balls beneath it as he seemed to be pointing it and moving himself into place for what to Olivia seemed to be “a stab.”

  He stabbed it! Her pussy—dull and exploratory at first, just the head—and then just as he’d expected, the young super tightness of her inexperienced kitten was blocking and resisting him. The muscles and folds keeping him out as he whispered to Olivia, “Relax…relax.”

  But she couldn’t relax. Timex B. leaned in and kissed her, suddenly realizing the nineteen year old Graphic Artist had possibly lied about having already lost her virginity (she hadn’t lied, but it sure in the hell felt that way.)

  “God, your pussy’s so tight,” the handsome college boy muttered. “Just relax and let me in.”

  Tears beaded in Olivia’s eyes as she didn’t know how to relax. And then Timex B. started pushing his cherry-dong dick head into the fleshy soft burrow again. He poked, causing slight pain, forcing his head deeper—then in one jutting buck—he rammed the head and the shaft inward, fuck-spooning deep into Olivia’s sloshing, quivering coy-cunt kitten face—and after she screamed, grabbing his ears and head, her legs twisting across his back in sheer terror—Timex B. took off! He was galloping, fucking her…and it felt so goddamn good!

  “OOOOOO Shit!” Olivia shouted, outrageously. “OOOOO yes, Timex, yes, yes, yes!”

  Tap for tap, bang for bang, Timex B. poked the living shouting spirit out of and back into Olivia’s drowning little fire cat.