Lustful Dustin: My fair lady
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You've been queuing for twenty minutes now just behind the group of youngster you laid an eye upon. All this flesh, all those pulsating bodies, young, intoxicated, sweaty, ready to party, all around you is like a nightmare. But you've feed already and the anticipation of what's to come is exciting enough to hold you back. | You've been queuing for twenty minutes now just behind the group of youngster you laid an eye upon. All this flesh, all those pulsating bodies, young, intoxicated, sweaty, ready to party, all around you is like a nightmare. But you've feed already and the anticipation of what's to come is exciting enough to hold you back. | ||
| - | Three girls, two guys. | + | Three girls, two guys. Five beautiful specimens of America's next generation. The boys practice tons of sport and don't study much. The girls hang out around the sports field and practice their nascent seduction skills. The raging hormones' smell is like nectar to you. You are lost in your thoughts admiring the neck of one of the girls when the fateful moment is upon you, now. The group have reached the door and the bouncer is about to send them home to their playstations. You wouldn't want that would you? |
"You can't go in" The bouncer says. | "You can't go in" The bouncer says. | ||
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"My mistake sir, of course it makes a difference, please go ahead and forgive my boldness" | "My mistake sir, of course it makes a difference, please go ahead and forgive my boldness" | ||
| - | The | + | The five teenagers stare at you with admiration. |
You grant them with a smile and take them to the VIP corner. You order a magnum of whiskey and lay back in the sofa. Your table is on a small platform ten feet above the dancing floor. Intimidated, the youngsters are cowering in the sofa. You serve a glass to everyone and drink yours straight away. They imitate you. Except for one of the guys they all caught out the alcohol. You serve another round. This one goes down smoother. You smile while serving the third round... | You grant them with a smile and take them to the VIP corner. You order a magnum of whiskey and lay back in the sofa. Your table is on a small platform ten feet above the dancing floor. Intimidated, the youngsters are cowering in the sofa. You serve a glass to everyone and drink yours straight away. They imitate you. Except for one of the guys they all caught out the alcohol. You serve another round. This one goes down smoother. You smile while serving the third round... | ||
Revision as of 07:23, 29 March 2011
You've been queuing for twenty minutes now just behind the group of youngster you laid an eye upon. All this flesh, all those pulsating bodies, young, intoxicated, sweaty, ready to party, all around you is like a nightmare. But you've feed already and the anticipation of what's to come is exciting enough to hold you back.
Three girls, two guys. Five beautiful specimens of America's next generation. The boys practice tons of sport and don't study much. The girls hang out around the sports field and practice their nascent seduction skills. The raging hormones' smell is like nectar to you. You are lost in your thoughts admiring the neck of one of the girls when the fateful moment is upon you, now. The group have reached the door and the bouncer is about to send them home to their playstations. You wouldn't want that would you?
"You can't go in" The bouncer says.
"They are with me" you reply
"Doesn't change a thing" he answers
"Are you sure?" you ask.
Like a little lapdog, bending forward, the bouncer opens the door.
"My mistake sir, of course it makes a difference, please go ahead and forgive my boldness"
The five teenagers stare at you with admiration.
You grant them with a smile and take them to the VIP corner. You order a magnum of whiskey and lay back in the sofa. Your table is on a small platform ten feet above the dancing floor. Intimidated, the youngsters are cowering in the sofa. You serve a glass to everyone and drink yours straight away. They imitate you. Except for one of the guys they all caught out the alcohol. You serve another round. This one goes down smoother. You smile while serving the third round...
You grab one of the girls by the hand. She's wearing to much make up but her provocative nose has attracted your attention. She seemed the brightest of the group reluctant to follow you into the discotheque.
"Let's dance" you whisper to her hear.
One of the boys has taken over the bottle and is fixing everyone with an extra shot.
You smile as you start dancing against the sweet teenager, lasciviously grabbing her waist. At first her movements are clumsy and unsure but soon her technique strengthen to your contact and in under ten minutes you have the impression of dancing with an expert stripper. You can smell her little cunt filling with juices as she gains confidence. Your grip tightens, you lick her hear lobe, intoxicating yourself upon her aroused aroma. You fangs gently sink into her neck. She gasps but continues to dance rubbing her kindled body against your erection. Your blood mixes with hers in final kiss. The music fades out. Stumbling you drive your first minion back to the table, back to her former friends.
One of the boys is profusely vomiting behind the coach. His friends don't seem much better but at least they keep an air of composure. Your minion walk to her sick companion and in the greatest secrecy starts feeding.
It is time for you to release the pressure on your zipper.
You seat between the two remaining girls. Your entrance them.
Soon they're on their knees sucking on your shaft.
Meanwhile your minion has moved onto her next victim. She's riding his cock as she drains him from his life.
WORKING
Maybe it's time to go home. Sweet Ronda must be feeling quite lonely by now
