As I walk around the room, I bend over and my skirt lifts so you can see my stocking tops and get a glimpse of suspender clips. "What do you think of ...hese stockings?" I ask conversationally, lifting my skirt and doing a twirl so you can see that I'm wearing fully fashioned seamed stockings, held up by a retro-style six-strap suspender belt. Your hand hasn't stopped wanking the whole time and your cock seems to get bigger and harder by the minute, especially as you see that I'm not wearing. Well, not gone, but definitely postponed.But when I stripped off and collapsed into my bed, it wasn’t a dreamless night that met me.Quite the opposite.I was on a stage.I don’t think it was the stage at the club - it was too clean, for one. But there were definitely elements of it - I could smell the cigar smoke that’s always present at Marty’s, the lights looked like they were arranged in the same way, and the whole room had this weird sense of familiarity.But, unlike Marty’s, it was. "Beg for it."I pull back a tiny bit. Just enough that the lack of touch makes her ache. She twists in my hands, shaking her head. "P-please."Kissing her earlobe, my hot breath rasps. "I didn’t say ask... I said beg!”I slap her clit then pull away and she jolts, gritting her teeth. "Jesus. PLEASE, fuck me... god!" Better."I use my free hand to align my prick, roll my hips and glide inside her dripping pussy. She groans as I fill her tunnel.Slithering my hand up to grab her hair again, I yank. I first got her backside very wet and lubed with our mutual juices and then I began to first slide my index finger in and out of her tight butthole and then I worked two fingers in and I began to finger fuck Jessica's backside that way before I got ready to mount her and fuck her ass with my big thick cock. I knew that even three fingers might not approximate the girth of my cock inside her.Jessica was loving the licking of her pussy and then the wet lubing and fingering of her asshole and when.