How does that feel, baby girl? She fumbled for the keys, struggling to type against the rising wave of need. "It feels good." Just good? "Please, baby..." Somehow, it was all she could manage to type before she raised her hand to her belly, stroking the soft skin there lightly. That's better, baby girl. I roll your nipple between my teeth, lightly biting on it as my other hand strokes down your back and stops just above your ass. My fingers trace the tattoo that I know is there and I pull you. She'd be happy to see him and pleased at his thoughtfulness.It was a slow night at The Pussycat that night being a weeknight. A few guys were sitting at the bar nursing their drinks and watching the girls with jaded, tired eyes. It was a small dump of a place, dark with a rounded bar, glasses hanging from the ceiling. Imbedded in the counter of the bar were quarters under plexi-glass. You could see how drunks would try and pry them out at times. In the front window was a neon sign of a pink cat. ?Mark grabbed Amanda’s hand and pulled her upstairs to the bathroom, ordering her up on the counter next to the water faucet. He had her remove her nightgown and, helping her onto the counter told her to spread her legs as he pulled a chair up and sat between her feet, so that his face was less than two feet from her vagina. The poor girl’s face had turned bright red, as the embarrassment of having this near-stranger preparing to watch her perform what she considered the most embarrassing act. I was dreaming away when I awoke with a great feeling on my cock. Looking down I was shocked and surprised to see my friend's head moving up and down as he sucked my cock hungrily. I could feel my cum boiling in my balls begging for release and it felt so good I reached down and caressed his head while quietly begging him not to stop. He didn't look like he had any intention of stopping, which he confirmed as he hummed in agreement until I felt my balls tighten and my cock pulse and my whole.