Message-ID: <21484asstr$943629000@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Your Pal Tal Subject: {ASSM} Janet for Hire Part Two (2) (MMMM/F, slut, group, more) Lines: 137 X-Original-Message-ID: <383E302A.631D6601@paganpleasures.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 X-Posted-By: @207.218.50.203 (citwil) X-MIME-Autoconverted: from 8bit to quoted-printable by nnrp03.primenet.com id AAA28771 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id CAA05945 Date: Fri, 26 Nov 1999 10:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, IceAltar, newsman Janet for Hire Part Two (2) by Taliesin, the Bard © 1999 All Rights Reserved Lesiah and Bea looked at each other and smiled. Their hungry cunts had been craving more action since entering the erotically inviting atmosphere of the restaurant. And the constant talk of sex had added fuel to that fire. Lesi answered for both of them. “We never say ‘No’.” “All right. Let me get Harry.” Harlan raised his hand to signal the waiter but Janet stopped him. “We do it like this.” She slid out of the seat and knocked her fork to the floor. She did not bend her knees as she bent over to pick it up, but kept her legs straight, slut-fashion, to show off her pussy and ass hole. “Oh, I dropped my fork.” And looking up through her legs, she spoke with slightly raised voice, “Waiter could you help me?” Most of the customers in the restaurant got a good view of Janet’s blue mini-dress hiked well-over her nicely rounded ass, and the pouty lips of her dark pussy clearly showed their inner pink. The waiter, Tyrone, and the maitre’d, Harry, were at their table in moments, arriving as Janet stood up. She whispered something to the two men and Ty addressed Lesi and Bea. “Come with me.” Without hesitation the two horny harlots got up and followed him. Lesi and Bea were primed for whatever might come, their pussies tingling in anticipation of new cocks and new thrills. Lesi blew a kiss to her husband as she trotted off. “Go for it, honey,” Harlan said as he watched his wife’s ass wiggle as she walked away. “If it’s really good we can recreate it for a movie or something.” “If you’d ever like to film a video here, I’m sure we can work somethin’ out,” Harry informed them, then went to attend to some customers who had just entered by the main doors. “Man, you have a great relationship with your wife,” Janet observed approvingly. “My ex-husband would freak anytime I even talked with another man.” “You were married?” “Twice. Divorced twice. My second ex is in Denver, well, almost ex. I’m going there next week to sign the papers, make it official.” “In the OPT beliefs,” commented True, “we speak of fidelity of the heart, not of the body. Humans are not designed to be monogamous, not by biology or genitics. And not culturally either. Geneticists, sociologists, anthropologists have shown this to be true. Lesi and Har have one of the best relationships I’ve ever seen. And I think that’s because they’re sexually open, because they don’t have posessiveness of each other, because they don’t have limits.” In an upper room of the restaurant — the entire second floor was accessible only through a locked door guarded by a slim, well-shaped woman — Lesi and Bea were ready to express their ‘no limits’ philosophy to the fullest and soak up the semen from at least a dozen dicks into their cum-hungry holes. Ty bid the two lascivious ladies to undress, which they quickly did. They had little clothing to remove anyway. They handed their clothing to him, including their high-heel pumps. “On the beds please. And wait a moment. I’ll be right back.” He stepped out through the only door to the small room, taking Lesi and Bea’s clothes with him. The two beds upon which Lesi and Bea lay were tiny, little more than cots with no more than a foot of space separating them. Both women could feel wet heat already building inside their cunts. They used their fingers on themselves to quell the fervid fires within. “This is so fuckin’ cool,” Bea observed. “So fuckin’ cool.” She was elated by the prospect of a strange fuck, by the whole situation, of being naked in a strange place about to be fucked by the good looking Tyrone. Or whoever. “I know. If he doesn’t get back here soon, I’m going to jump you myself.” “Also fuckin’ cool.” “Wait, I hear…. D’you hear that?” Bea listened. From nearby, most likely one of the other rooms — they had entered the first of several rooms set along a narrow corridor — sex sounds faintly could be heard. “Somebody else is fucking.” “These rooms may be used by the hookers and their clients. Maybe they give the owner, or Tyrone or Harry a cut of their take in exchange for the rooms?” “Or maybe a blowjob or two.” “You could be right.” Lesi was about to say more when the small bulb that provided the room’s only illumination went out. Before either of the S.L.U.T.s could react, the door opened and a male figure could be seen silhouetted in the doorway. It wasn’t Tyrone — this man was shorter and wider — but he had a hard dick projecting straight out in front of him and that was good enough for two cock-sockets like Lesiah Thrace and Bea McConnell. They had followed Tyrone upstairs and to this room with the intention of fucking, and they couldn’t care at all with whom they fucked. The need to be filled with cock and cum was too overpowering, all consuming. “You, to the left,” they heard Ty’s voice form the hallway and the man entered the room and climbed atop the bed upon which Bea lay. He climbed atop Bea too, and, pushing her legs wide, inserted his cock into her. “Urnrnnn!” he grunted, and Bea sighed, happy to have her fuck hole filled again. While the first man was mounting Bea another appeared in the doorway and Tyrone directed him to the bed on the right. Lesi threw her legs up and open and felt a fat body fall upon her and a fat cock slide into her slick sex sheath. (continued) More of my stories can be found at http://www.taliesinthebard.com http://www.paganpleasures.com Check ‘em out and let me know what you think. E-mail Your Pal Tal at taliesin@paganpleasures.com -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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