She was a walking wet dream. To aid the reader she was about five foot six inches tall, with a curvy but toned body, flat stomach and fantastic long d...rk hair. "I know it's seedy," she said, "but come with me." She helped me up and into the toilet where she locked the door and took off her coat. "Let's have a proper look then," she said as she unzipped my trousers. She took my cock out and just held it like she was considering her next move and boy was it a winner. She bent forward and just. I continue to feast on her, as she pushes her fingers against herself with greater urgency. Cat like she climbs onto the bar, her eyes fixed on me, threatening me not to stop the attention her breasts are enjoying. Swinging her legs over the beer pumps, her skirt now hitched up at the waist, she sits on the bar and parts her legs. I look down to see her hand furiously massaging, covered by the white lace of her panties. Her free hand hauls my head down, hard, into her sheltered crotch, and I. You slap my face hard, I look wounded and have tears in my eyes, you can see the pain in there, but it is not a window into me, if it were you would be blinded. “Again.” I plead, and you continue to slap me until I am wailing and writhing around, my hips rising up for something that is yet to come. You like what you do to me, it makes you feel like a great lover, and “that” you are, you are also a good person though, which hurts me more because it makes you more appealing to me. “Hurt me, I. She pulled away from both and sat on the floor. “On my face guys”, she said and turned her face upwards. Both her men stood on either side of her, furiously wanking away at their penis. They came together. Spurt after spurt of man juice hit her face. After they were done she opened her eyes and looked up at them. Kiran’s was watching Pranay triumphantly. Pranay was looking at her. ***That night, she slept between the two of them. All three of them were naked. Behind her she could feel Pranay’s.