1. Christal Persuasion: Ch 3_Where are the Clowns?


    Date: 10/28/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: edintx99, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    are you doing here’, an ER nurse?” I pulled my hand back, worried for just a moment, but I’d not made the decision to come here lightly. “Get out or I’ll scream.” I guess he could see I was serious because he backed away but not before putting a business card in my hand. I looked at it as he headed out the door: Ryan Nestor, reporter, Daily Tribune. “That man bothering you?” It was Jake, voice like a bass fiddle. “No, no. Just wouldn’t pay my price.” I’d prepared. He raised an eyebrow, grunted and retreated with the twenty I’d left on the bar. I saw Jake talking to my target and him looking at me. He smiled, nice smile actually. I smiled back, recrossed my legs. Alex always said I had a pair of legs that went right up to my ass. Yeah, stupid expression, but I knew what she meant. I’d also spent all my spare time the last week or so in a tanning booth so knew I was looking pretty sexy: light tan, long curly blond hair, blues eyes. I wasn’t k1dding myself at being some pageant winner, but I had something going tonight. He walked over and my heart began to pound against my ribcage. He held out a hand, his voice rich and deep, “Dean, Dean Connor. I own this place. You having some problems? Anything I can do for you?” I blushed, looked down and then up, and bit my lower lip. I blurted out, “No, yes, well, not really Mr. Connor. That man was just not in the mood for business, that’s all. I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” Then I hit him with ‘the voice’, the one that almost put me ...
    into broadcasting before nursing school. It was the voice a boyfriend had called, sex-in-your-ears. “Is there anything I can do for you… Mr. Connor?” He actually blinked five times, swallowed, and I saw him shift his hips standing in front of me as if trying to get something back in place. He looked from my eyes to my breasts and then back to my eyes. “No, uh, well, maybe.” He frowned and stared at me harder, steel in his voice, “Do you know who I am, what I do?” This was the real test. A girl like me, in the business, would certainly know this man so, “Yes. You run most of the young girls in town. Take some “out of town” at times. I know who you are.” I guess he didn’t expect someone to come at him so frankly because he paused a moment. A bit of a Texas twang broke through. Not one of those friendly kinds of accents but the one a Texas Ranger says to someone he’s about to shoot. “Yeah, that’s me.” He squinted harder and followed with, “Wait, I know you.” I laughed, a sound I know some have likened to silver bells ringing, likely the effect of ten years of voice lessons as a chi1d.“You sure do. And I also know you’re smart enough to know I’m not some hooker. You and your boys fucked me good the other night and I liked it. I want to be a part of it.” So there, it was out. The only question now was would he think it was a trap or think I was a lunatic—I thought I was a lunatic—or believe me. His mouth was a slit as he gazed at me, eyes like glass marbles. A man as big as him ...
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