[b]★£pisode 1★
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A typical Friday night for me is the club. I
need to unwind after a hard week of work.
Monday to Friday is the usual grind of the mill
period, work and work till the point of
exhaustion. So I do not compromise my
weekend relaxation except it is absolutely
unavoidable. This memorable weekend, I had
gone to my usual hangout with two others of
my girlfriends, two fellow horny bitches. We
were all horny but obviously our F**K buddies
had prior engagement, so the consensus was
to go clubbing, pump as much spirit and weed
into our systems as possible, then settle for
girl-girl loving. Our numerous dongs, vibs and
strap-ons were considered to be good
alternative for hard, veiny, pulsing, blood
pumping cocks. I don’t think so anyways but
what’s a horny girl to do in the face of a
dearth of cocks?
Anyways, this fateful Friday night, we had
gone to our usual haunt in search of fun and
pleasure. Usual dingy, shadowing atmosphere,
the best place for owls like my friends and I.
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We drank, danced, smoked and generally felt
high. But after a time, I got bored and as
horny as hell. None of the guys around
showed any signs of being adventurous or
what I wanted. Of course we had enough guys
making those normal signals opposite sexes
make when they want to mate. But I needed
adventure, someone who would totally sweep
me off my feet s*xu@lly. I wanted a predator,
not those tame cats I saw skulking around me
making mewling noises that they thought
could pass for growls. So I decided to go
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outside away from all that smoke sweat from
the press of several bodies.
?I smelled the welcoming fresh air as I got
outside to the car park. It was kind of
intoxicating and made me hornier than ever
before. I needed my Kittyc@t handled, I needed
my body touched, I needed to be used. I
inhaled the fresh air and moved to where I
had parked my car. Thank God we brought my
car, I thought to myself as I opened the
driver’s door and sat but with my feet still on
the floor. I guess my dress was adding to my
horny state as it was extra-ordinarily short
with it barely covering my crotch and my
b0s0m were straining against the polyester
material, trying to get free. My Tips were
outlined against the stretchy material, taut
and as hard as stone.
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I wasn’t wearing a bra so it was easy for me
to get at my Bos*m as all I had to do was pull
down my strapless dress, which I promptly did
exposing my mammoth Bos*m in all their
glory. Not to sound vain but I love my Bos*m,
they excite me to no ends as I love touching
them, feeling their heaviness and squeezing
my taut Tips. Sometimes I find myself rubbing
my Bos*m through the fabric of my dress
even while in the office. Squeezing and
pinching my Tips always ensures me of a mini
orgasms and I always indulge myself in this
vice. Back to my story, I started fondling my
Bos*m, squeezing and pinching the Tips,
sending electric shock through the length and
breathe of my body. I was flooding my thighs
as the crotch of my G-string could not contain
the Kittyc@t juice flowing into it. I spread my
legs wider and was rewarded by a breath of
air blowing on my sensitive cl!t and Kittyc@t
lips as my dress had bunched above my
butt0ckz, I was virtually Unclad except for the
flimsy excuse of a p@nty I was wearing. I
dipped a finger into my unencu-mbered
K!ttyC@t and scooped out Kittyc@t juice,
brought the soaked finger to my lips and
licked it clean.
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Delicious, I thought to myself, increasing the
fingers first to two and then three until I was
trying to force the wh0l£ of my hand into my
soaking wet K!ttyC@t. I was making thrusting
motions, finger-fu-Cking myself to an orgasm
that was fast approaching. I needed the
release, so I increased the pressure on my
snatch while seriously pinching and squeezing
my Bos*m at the same time. I was very nearly
there when I was brought back to reality by
voices. I opened my closed eyes and saw two
guys standing above and in front of me. I was
flustered not because of them but because I
had not been allowed to reach my much
needed orgasm. I looked up at them and
smiled sheepishly, I was thrilled! Two guys!
when all I thought I would be making do with
was my hand and a dildo afterwards.
‘’Need any help?’’ the taller of the guys asked,
his eyes staring at my heaving Bos*m and my
fingers still coated in Kittyc@t juice on my
crotch. ???????
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I just smiled as I took my soaked hand to my
lips and licked each finger clean while staring
at them all the while. It seemed like their eyes
would fall out of their head as it bulged. The
bulge in their trousers was enough to tear the
thing off.It was obvious that they were
aroused beyond belief. Not surprising as it’s
not every day one encounters a willing
Kittyc@t in the car park. The other guy that
had been quiet all along, got on his knees and
before the blink of an eye was licking and
eating my Kittyc@t out. I groaned as I was
finally getting what I wanted, attention. The
other guy proceeded to stuff his stiff Joys in my mouth, I guess to stifle my mo@ns but
the noise from the club was already drowning
that out so I guess it was just to give my
mouth something to do. I didn’t mind where
that J0ystick was coming from as I sU-Cked
and licked for all I was worth. It was an
average sized J0ystick and it didn’t take too
much of an effort for me to deep throat him. I
sU-Cked,licked and nipped his J0ystick as
much as I could in the cramped position I was
in but I didn’t mind the discomfort as the guy
eating my Kittyc@t was sending enough
pleasure through me to counter the
discomfort.
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The guy was a real connoisseur of
Kittyc@t as he proceeded to make sure that his
tongue reached all the nooks and crannies
that were normally hidden. I managed to show
my pleasure and appreciation despite the
J0ystick in my mouth by bucking upwards as
much as I can in the cramped space to make
my Kittyc@t more exposed and available to his
ministration. I jerked upwards and forwards
towards his mouth.
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Watchout for Part 2[/b]
