I was smiling as I drifted off to sleep.Around nine thirty, I woke up alone in bed. I lay there for a moment and wondered if I had had a wet dream or ...omething. I rolled over and sniffed at the pillow next to mine and grinned as I smelled the same perfume that I had smell last night. Nope, it wasn't a wet dream. Maggie probably had to go into work early or something. I'd give her a call after I got a shower. Maybe I could meet her for lunch, if she could get away.After my shower, I went to make. It was a kind of semi-formal event, where the guests were expected to wear something nice. This is where the main portion of the story continues:It was at the event that I lost control, as any man may agree with. By "losing control," what I actually mean to say is that my own physiology got the best of me. You see, there was this particular performer that was on stage; a young woman, blonde, college-age, wearing a skin-tight, black dress with delicate white sparkles that perfectly complimented. Monica felt slightly embarrassed at the fact that she wasn't really sure if her current boyfriend, Stan, was the father of her baby. She was pretty sure it wasn't any of the other men she'd fucked in the last six months but she wasn't 100 percent positive on that. She didn't tell Stan of the other horny men who had slid their cocks inside her pussy and cum in there without her being on birth control. Monica had been prepared to use birth control if she could have ever gotten Bill to agree to. His fingers were stronger and coarser than Buck's. They were the fingers of an experienced man.His fingers stroked and caressed the damp patch before he turned to Buck again. "Looks like your girlfriend wants it. I bet she's never gotten this wet for you," he said with a chuckle before sliding his fingers under her panties to run across her flooding slit. Only stopping to walk over to Buck."Open your mouth," the mask ordered his voice thick with authority.Cindy could hear the sounds of Buck.
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