1. Uptown Spunk


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: Hemingsex, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    right. He rolled his hips and fucked the air. Then he was still. Stop! Wait a minute! Threads tossed away his fedora in a windmill-like motion, revealing to all the ladies his youthful, fine-looking, smiling face. He proceeded to his appointed destination. This was the center of the room where the “star” of the evening was seated on a plush love seat. The star was the woman who just got divorced, who he was supposed to “entertain”. But first he had to maneuver through her coworkers. Bob moved about the screaming, adoring, eager female group. Like a politician working the crowd, he would briefly stop to let them touch him. And touch they did. Actually ‘maul’ would be a more appropriate description. Hands were all over Bobby Thread’s body, especially his groin and butt. They heatedly grabbed his erection, caressing the fabric-covered stalk, and palming the rigid length. Two or three cupped his balls. They squeezed his rear, as if hurriedly inspecting the ripeness of selected fruit. He stopped; they squeezed. He loved it; they loved it. Smoother than a fresh jar o' Skippy “Oh, he’s so hard!” “Love your big dick, Bobby!” “Hmmmm!” “Nice buns, baby!” As he cut a swath through the bevy of women, their hands also rubbed his chest and played with his tie. A few ladies made him stop to get a brief kiss. The bold ones hiked up their dresses to display to him that they went commando. Several stuck dollar bills, pieces of paper with telephone numbers on them, or business cards into his ...
    jacket pockets. Moreover they shoved the crumbled items into his front pants pockets to get a quick feel of the protruding manhood. After he got through the gauntlet of girls, the stud was now before the divorced star of the night. Whew he silently whispered to himself. This evening’s star was attractive, which meant she would get the “full package.” This was lingo between him and his male colleagues meaning that during a private party such as this, if the star was good-looking they could suck and fuck the stripper. The woman sitting before him was in her late 30s, with dirty blonde hair. Her ‘little black dress’ did a remarkable job at telling Threads that this woman’s ex was brain dead. Her braless breasts, the size of fresh cantaloupes, heaved with her excited breathing and looked like they were going to jump out of the spacious top. Her nipples were turgid. The hem of the dress did a lousy job at covering but did a marvelous job at highlighting her ivory, naked thighs. Her legs appeared short, but got his attention. They were crossed, with the feet in black “fuck me” pumps. Her blue eyes sparkled with desire. “Martha?” he inquired. He personally thought it was dumb that he had to ask the girl sitting in the love seat her name. His boss said customers love hearing their own name. “Mmmm!” she salaciously confirmed with a slow nod. She sized up Bob, eventually eyeing his swaying hips and thrusting, mountainous crotch. “Nice to meet you Martha,” he said, offering her a smoky, ...
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