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Seduction, love and submission: Episode 1 (Series)

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  Seduction, love and submission: Episode 1 (Series) It was the summer of 2010, three years since I had left the campus of my business school with this diploma, the sesame of our modern world. Ambitious and well trained, I had, at the price of countless interviews and an almost vindictive tenacity, joined the ranks of M. a prestigious firm specialized in strategic analysis. Those first years had been frightening, with their procession of sleepless nights, shortened weekends to analyze and deconstruct industries I knew nothing about, but one learned quickly. The picture of my personal life was the negative reflection of my professional life, empty! Although the era was not yet one of triumphant minorities, differences were accepted, especially in my American firm, where, in the absence of otherness, personality was respected. Why do I say this? I say this because I, Marianne, have always loved women, ever since I felt the desire. My family and friends knew it, I had little qualms ab...
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Double play in a club

Double play in a club


After having had difficulty to park me, I arrive finally in front of the discotheque to join the girls.

The boss of the club greets us and we deposit our things in the checkroom.

We enter in a room a little narrowed lit by red spotlights and a ball with facet.

Immediately the eyes are on us! It is necessary to say that we were a minority of women and that this newave evening had visibly attracted a rather male clientele of regulars and of very diverse horizons.

Long hair and nails for some, young teenagers dressed all in black for others and fifty-year-olds on the return.

I wear a djin with long black boots, a black mini thong and a grey tank top with thin straps, a mix of cotton and shiny satin without a bra. We liked the music immediately and we rush to the dance floor. Immediately I sway to the 80's tunes and my little breasts shake while my pelvis alternates swaying that highlight my round buttocks and molded in my pants.


Without delay a fat man, libidinous and of small size mingles with us and does not cease fixing me of the glance. Embarrassed I move a little to be no longer in his field of vision and there I see from far a young man advancing in my direction. I pretend not to see him and I continue to dance with the girls. Then he comes to speak to me and asks me if I often come here. I answer him that it is the first time and by looking at him I am at the same time surprised and astonished by his silhouette and his pace which makes me think of my lover. He asks me some questions quite banal while dancing in front of me in a sensual and languorous way. He touches me every time he comes close to my ear to talk to me. Then his hand brushes my thigh and a shiver goes through me. I go back to the girls and he leaves, only to come back 2 minutes later to tell me that he is on a mission from a guy of a certain age, apparently wealthy, who wants to meet me. I take a look at the guy and I immediately turn back to the young man and tell him that I wasn't interested in that kind of person. Then he explains to me that he pays him to do him some services and there I say to myself that maybe there is something to do, but that I have to be cunning.


I resume my wiggles and I pretend nothing. This time I look at the young man who moved away, I light it a little while remaining distant and my body is sensually unleashed on the track. More and more sensually and in a more provocative way I move my hips, I arch my back, caress my thighs with my hands while spreading them slightly. The young man comes back to me and compliments me while brushing me again with his big and wide hands. In spite of me the shivers become more and more intense, my nipples begin to point and I suggest then to him to go to say to his friend to come towards the track in 15 minutes to come to dance with me for 50/50 on the money which he is going to pocket. He accepts and comes back to confirm me that it's ok. We exchange a complicit glance and while dancing I start to move back more and more towards the entrance of the toilets. I fix his look and he follows me step by step. I like the way he dances, I get closer to him and I turn around to move my body back to him and touch his pelvis with my buttocks. He puts his hands on my hips and we start a slow and sensual rhythm until we arrive in front of the bathroom door. I feel that his sex is erect against my buttocks and the excitement is at its highest. I push the door, he remains stuck to me, I turn around and I plate him against the wall to kiss him greedily. Immediately I put my hand on the fly of his pants and I caress him through the fabric.


The quarter of an hour has passed and the grey-haired man goes towards the back track thinking to find me. He doesn't find me and heads to the bathroom. The young man and I are very excited and our breaths can be heard. I open the fly of his pants and his sex comes out directly. My left hand caresses his testicles, firm and soft at the same time, the other one goes up and down along his penis, slowly sliding the foreskin on the glans. At this moment the gray-haired man enters the toilet and hears behind a door our moans. He pushes the door open at the same time that my tongue is enjoying the young man's sex. Surprised the man says nothing, he enters and closes the door behind him. My wet velvet mouth, sucks and heads the young man's delighted member that keeps rising before my eyes. My fingers graze the smooth and tender skin of his testicles, while brushing the anus.

Suddenly the mature man pulls out his sex and starts to masturbate, checking out my round buttocks and my thong that comes out of my djin, while I am squatting.


The young man's sex sinks into my mouth and with one hand he presses me on the head to accelerate his pleasure. I withdraw then to turn the head towards the mature man and of a hand I continue has to jerk off the young man while of the other one I unhood of a soft gesture the sex of the one who waited only that. I make his glans appear and deposit my warm wet tongue on his smooth skin. The young man is even more excited and holds back from cumming between my fingers, while my mouth opens on the other sex and makes his cock disappear to my throat. I lick his brake and engulf him again to pump him harder. He holds my head between his hands as he applies pressure and I begin to build a steady rhythm on his cock.


The young man took his sex in hand again while watching the scene and my pressing lips. The moans of the 2 men grew louder as they told me they were about to cum. I apply myself to suck the mature man more and more quickly and maintain my lips tight around his shaft. His cock is twitching in my mouth, my tongue vibrates against his cock. I feel him begin to cum, and his cum then hits the back of my throat, while I young positions to cum in my mouth too.


I revel in their respective sperms and the pleasure is immense. Quickly I get up, clean my mouth at the sink while they come to their senses and without a word I leave the toilet and return to my girlfriends on the dance floor, the air of nothing ...



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