Her body was threatening to betray her.
Fear and excitement. She couldn't separate them, one from the other. She knew she was one or the other. One or the other ...
Chapter 3
For a brief instant, the light blinded Renee, and then she lost interest in Fran and her Latin Romeo.
Standing in the center of the stage area was a swarthy skinned Mexican wearing a sombrero and hip-high riding boots, and nothing else. Dangling between his legs was the longest penis Renee had ever seen. She couldn't help gasping as she realized it almost reached the man's knee.
When he was sure he had everyone's attention, the Mexican raised his hands and said, "Amigas y amigos, we are about to begin the show for your edification. I wan' to tell you what it is the ladies like." His hand had crept down to his thigh and he was slowly massaging his massive cock.
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Starting in the back of the room and spreading toward the front, a low snicker welled from the audience. A pained expression showed on the Mexican's face and he waggled his hands negatively. "No, no, no. It is not what you are thinking. No! It is that the ladies they like the well- dressed man. Like me!" With his free hand he indicated his sombrero and boots. The audience laughed, Renee hardly noticed. She wasn't able to take her eyes off that huge prick and his slowly moving hand. It was still limp. But even while she watched, she could see the blood surging into it, swelling the purplish head and giving his long prick a slight bow. "No!" the Mexican continued. "I am just joking you. No. It is really the music the ladies like. Look, I show you. I play my flute and like a snake they come." Through his half-closed tipsy the Mexican hummed a strange, nerve-tingling tune. His hands began to strain and tear at his dangling cock. Slowly, it filled, swelled, rose up. The foreskin pulled back from the enlarged glans, exposing it to the hot lights. It was a dark, shiny purple. |
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The humming became more and more intense and the audience leaned forward. Renee felt a tightening between her thighs. An aching hunger. She didn't want to feel it. But she couldn't stop herself. She couldn't take her eyes off those moving hands.
She almost sobbed out loud. She didn't want to look. It was the same as it had been earlier when she watched the movies. Her hips started sliding back and forth on the couch.
The humming stopped. Looking around the room, seeming to look directly into Renee's eyes, the Mexican said, "Aha! You thought something was going to happen, didn't you?"
A sailor gave a wolf whistle. The Mexican wagged his finger at him. "No sweetie. Later!" He frowned and began rubbing his prick again. "This time, I play a different tune." Only he began humming the same tune as before.
Within seconds three women were on the stage, rubbing against him. They were completely naked and they straddled his thighs, rubbing their vaginas against his leg, pressing their hard nipples against his arms and his chest.
He let go of his cock, now fully erect, and began to stroke a different woman with each hand. On his right was a tall, bleached blonde. He grabbed her tit in his fist and crushed it. She squealed and jerked against him. And then she was moaning and crying as he rhythmically milked the soft globe.