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Want adPosted on 2008-Apr-17 at 12:00 - Post CommentA cool sports car parked at the coffee-shop and in a few seconds hot guy got out of the car. Tall Latin guy in a wife-beater looked like a real stud. He started looking around. Two girls were watching him from the window of the Starbucks. - “Is that him?”
- “Looks like it… Oh, he is handsome, look at him. Okay, I’m gonna go. Fingers crossed!” - “Luck, babe. Hope you enjoy the guy!” “Yeah, hope so!” This woman got up and went out on the street. She came up to the guy. The other lady couldn’t hear what they were talking about but she knew what they were talking about. They got into the car and drove away. Her girlfriend who stayed in the café wrote down the car template. Claire was sitting on the backseat. Two fellows were absolutely well-mannered with her. It seemed that they liked her. The one on the shotgun pulled up her skirt and pet her thigh. - “Are you sure you want this?” - “Absolutely!” said Claire. - “Aren’t you afraid?” – asked the driver. - “I am. Who knows what you got in your head, What if you kidnap me and take me to Mexico.” Guys started laughing. One said something to the other one in Spanish. Claire looked a bit nervous. She didn’t like the driver. She actually felt a bit scared, very scared. But that feeling was making her feel some kind of a hunch, some kind of a delightful pleasure. She almost lost consciousness when she accidentally saw that what she has been longing for a long time. It was an ad in the newspaper for men seeking a woman, and vice versa. Stuff like, in need of a girlfriend, want to get married or need sex. The one Claire saw said: “Looking for women willing to absolute submission in sex, the ones that only wish to do what a man wants from her.” The fact that those guys were mexican was turning her on even more, though she was so afraid and had prejudice about them being dangerous guys. - “Chill, woman. Don’t be afraid. We’re not gonna hurt you. We like to have our hands clean. Why would we hurt you or make you do something by force if you yourself want to be our whore? Is that what you want, Ms Claire?” - “Yes, young man… I still don’t understand though, why do you want me? I mean, there are so many fresh young girls out there.” - “You saying 34 is old?! Look at your legs, sexy mama! They are so slim and very smooth…” the guy said it and squeezed her leg like a real possessor. - “A woman in her thirties is the best.” Said the driver. - “Well, what if a woman is 38?” - “What? Are you saying you’re thirty eight? You lied to us, huh?” guys were surprised. “You don’t even look like 34. Mam, you look fantastic!” - “Thanks…Well, the reason I asked you this is I would never agree to meet you this way if I wouldn’t insure my safety. An old friend of mine knows I’m with you.” Guys suspiciously looked at each other. - “She would also like to try. But we decided, it would be better if I go first. She took a few pictures of you, gentlemen and wrote down you car template. Against a risk…. And here is her picture. Take a look.” Claire took out Hailey’s photograph. -“Damn, darling, you’ll see we’re not evil. We won’t hurt you, we will just fuck the hell out of you. And the only scary thing is that you can die from orgasm. Just kidding… we’re not going to kill you or kidnap you and sell you to slavery. No. Don’t worry. We don’t do this, ok?” Tony looked at the photo and said in exclamation: - “You and your friend are too sweet hotties, you know that? Next time bring her with you. Damn, she’s delicious. You should have taken her now. Oh, that would’ve been great.” - “I’m telling you, we want to make sure you guys are safe.” - “And I’m telling you: why would we want to hurt you if you want to be our white bitch? You want to, right? What did you say over the phone?” - “I said “Yes, I will be your white whore, sir.” – said Claire. When Tony asked her over the phone if she would agree to say “Tony, I’m your white whore” he asked her to repeat his words. That moment Claire was concealing her increased breath through the phone and her humble voice said: “Tony, I am your white whore” - “See, what an amazing woman! One more time please.” Claire said it again and her hand went underneath her skirt. She touched her wet pussy and said: - “Tony, I am your white whore. My American ass wants your dick… more?” - “Yes.” And Claire started the improvised sex on the phone session. - “I crawl on all my forth, I am standing on my knees… Your huge dick is right above me. Your American whore starts sucking it. I love to have your dick inside my mouth…” Guys giggled and looked satisfied. Tony grabbed Claire’s body again… this time it was her breasts. By the time their car turned on the line 40 Claire’s pussy was flowing and Tony has already checked all of her body. When they got out of the car Claire was all messed up. Her hair was disheveled, blouse was unbuttoned and her bra pulled down, her skirt was rolled over and she was holding her panties in her hand. Tony was walking with a huge bum in his pants. His huge dick was almost tearing his shorts apart. Claire could tell he had a huge amigo. Andreas, the driver, came out in a few minutes and caught up with Claire. They stepped into the house together and Andreas had his hand on her ass. Claire was amazed by the luxury of their house. At first she thought those young studs were some cheap street dudes, but look at them! She even knew the designer who planned the fancy house. Wow! - “So, are you sure, you want it? May be you wanna change your mind now?” - “No.” - “Are you sure?” - “Yes.” - “Are you ready to be our broad, you bitch?” - “Yes.” - “Then get on your knees, you American whore.” Claire got on her knees. - “Now, you’re our trinket and we’ll be doing anything, everything we want. You gonna be like a slave.” - “Yeah, yeah, sure…” Claire was talking like she was shy. - “Nope. Wrong words. Remember, what I told you to say? How are you supposed to reply to your master?” - “Yes, I am ready to be your broad. You are my master and I am your slave.” —-“And there it was! Hailey, that was awesome!!! First, they put me on my knees and started fucking my ass right away. Tony is such a beast. His dick was bustling about in my ass. Anal fuck – is the best. Andreas was in the front. I sucked his dick. Two dicks inside me, at the same time – it was for the first time in my life… Doubled pushes, from the front, from the back, into my mouth and into my ass. And they fucked me in my mouth. No! I sucked on them. But then Tony grabbed my hair and started pushing and fucking my mouth. They get really turned on by humiliating me. They kept on calling me slut, whore, cunt and put stress on the fact I am American. They like asking over and over again, if I like their dicks. When they fucked me like a pasty in my mouth and in my ass they told me to say… No, I don’t want to tell you. I’m ashamed. But back than under the pressure of orgasm it was so sweet to say those humiliating nasty words! When my mouth was free, Tony would ask me if I liked it. I had to say “Yes, Master, I love it!” Andreas fucked me on the table, from the back. Tony fucked me twice on the bed. He put a pillow underneath me so that my ass was sticking out for him. My hands were down on the floor and my head was hanging down. Guys were good. They did a good job. Everything was just the way I want it. I could only dream about it!” - “Would you like to be ripped out?” - “Oh, yeah… I was.” Claire turned around and pulled up her skirt for Hailey. She pulled down her pants and showed her bruises. All of her but cheeks were covered in dark weals. - “They said next time it’s going to be three of them. Can you imagine? Three at a time! BTW, they liked you a lot!” - “But how about the fact, that I’m almost forty? - “They said, that women over 30 are the best. We are exactly what they were looking for! … I am going again tomorrow. Make up your mind!”  |
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