Ken and Ayala Ch. 03
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He took the bitch's right hand and placed it in his lap, he watched as Red did the same with her left hand. He pulled her face roughly towards his and growled, "Stroke those cocks bitch or I'll break your fucking fingers one at a time!" The Predator felt her fingers loosely circle his cock and start to slowly stroke him. He reached down and squeezed her wrist, at the same time he bought his face close to hers and whispered, "Harder." He looked at her made up face in the gloom; her eyes dark with mascara and eyeliner; the highlights of her eyeshadow fringed by the blonde bob; her peachy cheeks and plumb red lips, he groaned and pressed his lips to hers. He lifted his hand to the back of her head and stroked her hair as he mouth fucked her; driving his tongue in and out of her sweet moist mouth as he mashed their lips together.
The Predator felt the woman grasp his penis tighter and begin a rhythm of slow, hard strokes. He could feel her body moving against his as she set the same rhythm with her other hand as she masturbated Red to the same cadence. He loved the scent of her perfume, the feel of her hair as he stroked it, and the sensuous taste of her lipstick as they kissed. His cock became rock hard under her grip and he could feel pre-seminal fluid leaking from the eye of his glans providing lubrication as she stroked him harder. She did not pick up the pace at all; she just squeezed his shaft harder on each upstroke. He knew he wouldn't last long and he didn't want to; this was just an hors d'oeuvre for what was to come. He kissed her harder and deeper and felt his orgasm approaching. He wanted her to see what he was forcing her to do; to see what effect she was having on the sordid patrons of this seedy bar, so he pulled his face away from hers. "Look," he said, and the silly bitch misunderstood and lowered her eyes to look at the two cocks she was wanking. "No! out there stupid!" he hissed and she looked up to see that just about every head in the bar was turned their way, watching the woman on the corner booth wanking off two men simultaneously. The Predator looked at her stunned pretty face and felt her clench his turgid penis tighter still in a shock reaction; he groaned and relaxed as his issue jetted forth from the eye of his cock; he looked down to see his sperm shoot out in long thick ropes and splash over her sleek nyloned thighs, and as the spasms of his orgasm subsided, globs of sperm ran down his shaft and over her clenched fingers coating her painted red fingernails with hot viscous fluid. He heard Red groan too as his orgasm shook him. The fun had just begun.
To Be Continued
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