She had sucked off a amount of fifteen men that night, and it wasn’t over yet. Not by a long shot, she thought to herself as she peered into the dark corners of the disco. Far from it. She was just beginning to hit her stride, she told herself, returning the vulturine glance of another man, eager to campaign her back into a dark recession of the room and palpate her damp. There wasn’t any stopping her now. The nighttime was young by her standards - only about two - and it was Friday night, after all. The best one don’t even come out looking until midnight. And when they came, she would be there. Lapping it up. Just the opinion of their mucilaginous goo made her frisson with delight.

The discotheque was illustrious - it was so exclusive even many celebrities couldn’t get in, but she never had a problem. Everyone who worked there have it away her and her obsession and no one stood in her way. Certainly not the golf club’s possessor. She was all too happy to oblige him too because this was where the hunting was best.

Bad girl, bad little girl... Donna summertime was telling her. Uh huh, she thought. Bad girl, all right. That’s what I am.

All told, since eleven p.m. - a skimp two 60 minutes - she had gratified fifteen men inside the social club in the same way. She had sucked them off, either in a corner of the way, or in their booths, crawling under their mesa after exchanging a furtive glance, then unzipping their flys and taking their members in her insatiable, hot hungry mouth ; two of them she had done together, in the iniquity room down a hallway, future to the storage room. A friend who worked at the nightclub showed it to her once, telling her it was unused and usually left unlocked, but she really preferred not to use it. It was only when they became concern about being seen that she took them there, finding it all a bother really ; the real thrill for her was to take a man nearly in patently sight of the others in the nightspot, nudging them back against the wall into the darkest corner of the disco music, reaching down to rub their callosity with her hand while excitedly thrusting her tongue into their eager back talk...

Yes, the elbow room wasn’t really what she wanted. She liked the charge of being seen, and no one cared. In fact, it was not bad for her to be seen - guy rope would see a stacked blonde woman with her boob showing, jerking some alien’dork off into her mouth in the dimly lit way, and who could resist ? She’d happily do them too. Some night there were so many she lost reckoning, and that made her wild, because knowing how many was one of the best character. The most she could remember sucking in one night was one hundred and nine, but technically that wasn’t in one night - that was between ten p.m. Friday night and about five a.m. Sunday, and she had simply stayed in the lodge almost the entire weekend, going from turncock to cock to strut, way to way, into the private parts of the gild with her special passport, sucking as many dicks as she could. She wouldn’t let anyone allude her kitty-cat or fuck her that dark. She had set out to see how practically cum she could ingest in one Night and that was it. Some wanted to eat her too, but she put them off with a laugh, saying that the mansion outside didn’t Studio soixante-neuf. That was usually enough, and well-nigh men were volition to stand there and go along with her anyway.

She sometimes played a game in her psyche. If a man can cum a quarter oz., she thought, and I can do between thirty and forty on an average night, and that was ten ounces of cum each nighttime, three times a week... She estimated that in the last half of 1978, she’d ingested over seven hundred and fifty ounce of the precious goo, and now it was three month into 1979...

She saw a man staring at her ample boob, separating the cleavage with his eyes as he gently rubbed himself, tracing the outline of his member against his pant. He was make and knew what she wanted. This guy looks like he’s hung like a horse, she thought, pausing in the hallway, returning his glance and bringing her deal up to follow her neckline just above her titty ; but that’s no guaranty he’ll shoot like a spigot, she said to herself, allowing her eye to flow to the cut of his trouser, watching as the swoon outline of a cock became better defined. I don’t care, it’s all cum to me, she finally decided, smiling at the facial expression, clean shaven and well scrubbed, as he came closer.

“ Hi, ” he said, simply. Hi, she thought. Hi hi hi. “ What’s your name ? ” Staring, she remained silent. A flutter of a smile crossed her human face, more sweet than sultry, as she stood there looking him over. Her head turned face to side as her eyes fixed his with a sultry glance.

“ You tell me. ” She said it without malevolence, an invitation to shape her as need be to suit his whimsy. She liked him so far.

“ Well, I’m a supporter of Jackie’s at the bar and when I asked her who you were, she said why don’t I go determine out myself. Said you’d have no trouble with it. Am I right ? ”

right wing, she thought, as she reached out and got a piece of lint from the lapel of his Armani suit. Nice dresser. Classy clothes, probably spends a fortune just on underclothes. Smells nice, too. Fuck it. I’m doing him.

“ Are you cut, ” she asked. “ Not that it matters to me. ”

“ Uh, yeah, ” he replied, taken aback by her forthrightness. “ I guess I am. ” He could see that she was on fire now, her heart smoldering.

She reached out and took his hand and lead him back down the hall, past a restroom with people milling around, waiting for a stand to snort in. Left at the secondary bar and it’s smaller dance trading floor, and to the back of the darkened room. In the corner, where only a few stood unnoticed by the crew, she backed him against the rampart and slipped her delicate hand into his fly, feeling him harden in her hand. He slipped his belt overt and let her all the way into his pants. She could find the leather and steel of his stopcock strap through his two-piece briefs. She was pleasantly surprised to get him clean shaven down there, his chunk stripped of hairsbreadth and oiled, the whole package neatly wrapped in leather and blade ring, which only accentuated the size of it of his cock. She took out a vial and held it to her nose, inhaling, then held it up towards him. He recognized the poppers and thought it strange for a woman. He took the ampul and sniffed deeply.

The cock itself was beautiful ; very large and midst, not grotesque in any way ; it was eight column inch at to the lowest degree and the circumference could own been easily seven column inch. It’s head was perfectly formed, and was slightly larger than was proportionate, even for such a Brobdingnagian dick ; it had a slightly flat visual aspect across the top when viewed straight on, as she was looking at it now. The cunt at the end was already oozing a free fall of cum ; clearly, her man was ready for her. She licked it with the very tip of her tongue, and, looking up at him, smiled that sweetly seductive smile of hers.

As she licked downward along the prick, she sighed and inhaled the rich, musky olfactory perception of his genital organ. She could sense scoop, and baby oil on his balls. She loved nothing better than a midst, cleanse cock in her boldness. She licked gently down along the beam of light to his orchis, then flattening her tongue, licked them, as his cock suddenly twitched and grew more fully erect.

He moaned as his human knee weakened momentarily. She took her cue and hurtle his stallion tool into her sass, nearly gagging on the length of it. She sighed deeply as the member reached it replete size, and trembled in prevision as she felt it entering the top of her throat. Her heart was pounding from the poppers. Get down, get down.... Kool and the pack advised. She sank down a little further onto the flooring, and bending him slightly toward her, pressed her pharynx over the thick throbbing putz. God, I love it !, she thought. I have to have it. I need cum !

She reached up and felt the Ball bound in their leather strap, with its lustrous chrome gang attached. She looped a finger through the ring and jerked straight down suddenly. He gasped as his clod were drawn taught, stretching the already impossibly wet package to the bound of botheration. “ God, yes !, ” he moaned.

A match were watching in a cubicle ten or twenty dollar bill feet away, and he was aware of them, but beyond caring. He saw the man reaching under the mesa towards his own tool...

His rooster continued to overgorge with blood and the shoulder strap confined his pulsing crotch. In the dim light she was aware of the changing appearance of his dick ; it was getting thicker and dark, the nervure now pronounced, and the balls were hanging crushed, filling with a thick lading of gooey cum for her hungry mouth. She yanked on his band again, this fourth dimension pulling the sac as far as she could. He felt as if the total thing would come off, and a shot of hurting mingled with pleasance shot through his loins as he sagged again under her assault.

She moved her head up and down, taking him into her throat with each stroke, thrusting more and more furiously at him. She could try out the first drippings of his cum and almost came herself. She stopped momentarily, stuck her digit in her mouth, removed it and resumed, reaching behind him to feel his son of a bitch in the half darkness. As she continued sucking him, she placed her fingerbreadth on the opening of his anus and applied just enough pressure to agitate in a bit.

He shook as she sucked him faster and faster, moaning, and pushed her fingerbreadth up into him. She moved it around inside in a flier fashion, loosening him up, stretching him, then pulling out and working two fingers inward. He trembled again as she pushed further and further into him, finally reaching the prostate, and began to gently rub it.

He was beyond fillet. He thrust his loin at her face, pushing into her greedy mouth, both of them moaning in XTC, as the few people around them looked on. “ Yes ! suck my cock, babe ! aim it ! I’m gon na render you my cum, baby ! ”

She pushed her mouthpiece as far down as she could, impaling herself on his thick peter, simultaneously pushing both fingers hard against his prostate gland, and pulling his dick strap with her free hand. As he began his coming, she was in a state of wildness, her wet kitty vellication and throbbing inside as she reached a climax of her own.

He gasped as he shot the low spurt into her. She could savour the sweet mix of sugar and Cl that she craved so very much, and swallowed the get-go draught, then pulled him out of her lip and jerked his peter off with the thick, glutinous slick of seed and spit from her oral cavity. She groaned and came again as she saw the thick white liquid come gushing out, some of it shooting the in to her face and hitting her on the mouth, running down her facial expression and back onto his dick, where it mixed with the cum now dribbling out of him and running down the incline of his cock. She made a little cup out of her script and prevented it from falling on the floor, pulling on his prick and milking his balls for every drop.

She gathered the cum in the decoration of her bridge player, wiping every vestige of it from his cock and globe with her finger's breadth, taking it from her face, collecting it all in a puddle. When she examined it, it completely covered the palm of her script, and sat thick enough to fill the hole of her deal. She could barely contain it all in her hand.

This was a thick, thick load indeed, and her best guesswork by looking was that the handsome stranger had yielded nearly a half ounce of cum. She reached into her bag and took out the guesswork glass she had pocketed at the bar earlier, and scooped his jism into the crank. It was even better than she thought - It filled the glass three-fourths of the way. She sighed and licked her mouth, the cognition of exactly how exceptional this load was adding to her enjoyment of this moment.

She took the methamphetamine and held it above her open mouth, groaning and cumming again as the thick semen fell onto her mouth, a little dripping off the corners. She loved the taste sensation of cum, it’s thick viscousness filling her sassing and she sighed again as she felt the grain of it with her natural language. She felt the first of it going down her throat and climaxed again, as she held it at the rear of her throat for a bit, tasting the sweet and sour combination she loved so lots. If I could, I’d swim in this stuff, she thought. She finished her culmination to the lovely thought of her eubstance suspended in a vast tank of cum, buoyed by the thickheaded blank liquid state, laying on her back, her hair dripping wet with it, dipping her caput back and catching a taste of cum, more cum than she could ever bury...

The man was gone. She was still there, with the cum on her boldness, thinking about how it would finger to have a stomach literally filled with this white Au. She considered how many men it would train. A roomful ? More. Scores. Every man in this disco, she thought, every man here tonight, and tomorrow, and for the next month...

She licked her digit and returned the smell the man in the silk shirt gave her.

sunburn, baby burn... discotheque inferno, the euphony screamed...