Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
At that moment, a young woman prances onto the stage, and her schtick is immediately obvious. She’s blonde, willowy, and thin, and dressed in a schoolgirl outfit complete with a tight white button-down shirt, a micro-mini pleated skirt, and white knee-high socks hugging her shapely gams. She’s got on saucy high-heeled Mary Janes that glint under the stage lights, and the young woman smiles flirtatiously out at the crowd while swinging a lunch box in one hand.
“Hmmph,” my brother grunts, crossing his arms over his broad chest, those blue eyes fixed on the young woman. She’s saucy, with golden hair streaming down her back and a big bow affixed to the back of her head, but I know what my brother’s thinking. Thin and bony isn’t our type. We like our girls with heft and goodness, and appreciate a woman who eats. Unfortunately, A-cups with barely-there hips aren’t our thing, and Eloise isn’t going to cut it.
But Lance Larson is already going crazy. The man’s hand is moving beneath the table in a rhythmic fashion while Eloise shimmies on stage, bending over a bit to flash her white panties. Yes, the girl’s got panties on, but as we watch, she reaches in back of herself and moves the material to the side before strapping it over one big butt cheek. Her pussy’s on display now, moist and pink, and goddamn but it’s beautiful. I’ve always had a thing for female pussy and this is no exception.
Eloise smiles beatifically, but Lance isn’t having it.
“Take it off!” he screams from his seat. “You’re taking too long! Take it all off!”
I look around because this asshole is a goddamn twerp. He’s being fucking disruptive and I have half a mind to go over and sucker punch said fool, but then I see his dick hanging out of his pants and pity strikes. The idiot is about five inches long when aroused, and frankly, that thing looks like a pink eraser. Some dudes have serious insecurity issues, and clearly, Lance Larson is one of them.
So I hold my tongue as Eloise continues to prance about on stage. Fortunately, she responds to Lance’s commands so that within seconds, she’s fully nude with the pleated skirt on the floor and white blouse tossed carelessly to the side. Her small breasts don’t really bounce as she sways but she’s good at working what she does have, which is a tight pink pussy. Sure enough, the woman lies down on the stage with her head directed away from the audience and then lifts her legs into a vee, showing us that steamy pink. It glistens and Eloise smiles coyly before reaching two hands around her thighs to pull her labia apart, revealing her delicious hole up close.
“Do you like what you see?” the MC bellows while sweating like a clown. “Our beautiful Eloise didn’t learn these moves at school.”
The girl’s writhing now, licking her lips while holding her pussy lips apart to flash us with the glistening sweetness, but she knows what she has to do. This is the Blue Light Special where shit gets rancid, and sure enough, the young woman beckons invitingly at Lance. “Come here,” she mouths silently. “Come get it, big boy.”
Lance practically runs up to the stage, and doesn’t waste any time. He doesn’t shuck off his pants, or try to get comfortable. Instead, he immediately sinks to his knees before Eloise, that slimy earthworm dangling from his open fly. Then he grabs her hips, angling her just right, before plunging into her wet snatch. Well, “plunge” would be an overstatement because when you’re wielding something the size of an eraser, it’s more of a dabble.
Eloise knows what to do though. The woman is a professional and her pink lips part in an “O” of pleasure as she’s taken. Her eyes close, as if she’s carried away by the penetration, and her hands go up to caress her tits as Lance saws away at her cunt.
“Mmmph,” he grunts. “Yeah, I love that lunchbox.”
What the hell? Is he referring to her pussy as a lunchbox? Evidently so because his hips are moving at a rapid pace now, beads of sweat breaking out on his brow. His narrow shoulders shudder as his face goes red, and then it happens. He pushes hard into Eloise’s twat, spilling his cream into the young woman’s snatch as she pretend-orgasms. Any idiot can tell that it’s fake. Eloise is wailing silently, her back arching as her mouth contorts into a rictus, but it’s just an act. I can see that her pupils are sharp, her expression alert, and she’s obviously in total control of the situation.
But Lance has been satisfied. He pulls out, a long string of gooey come connecting the tip of his dick to her twat, and he smiles with satisfaction as he watches his come ooze out of her just-fucked cunt. Then, he turns and swaggers back to his seat, letting his small dick swing around as he walks.