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Subject: {ASSM} My Best Friend's Wedding 1/4
Date: Sat, 25 May 2002 06:10:02 -0400
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My Best Friend's Wedding
Day 1:
Jules lay on her hotel bed, her curly auburn hair
splayed across her pillow. Her fingertips drew small
circles over her aching clit. A warm glow spread
though out her tired body. She had been on a book tour
for the last several weeks and was starting to feel a
bit road weary. 

In her mind, she fantasized about Michael, her college
boyfriend. The image of his tall, muscular body, his
hard cock stark white in contrast to his body's dark
tan, enveloped her. Jules opened her mouth to accept
her dream's phantom cock, her free hand pinching one
of her taut nipples. The fantasy seemed so real. 

Her body stiffened and she clamped her legs together,
trapping her fingers in her pussy as she came. As the
last tremors faded away, she stretched on top of her
sheets and sighed. Fantasies were a poor substitute
for the real thing.

Jules stood and went into the bathroom. Standing in
front of the full-length mirror she turned and admired
herself. She stood five feet nine inches tall in her
bare feet. The height helped her carry her figure and
she carefully weighed her full breasts and her toned,
rounded hips. She didn't fit into the current "skinny
with big tits" style of beauty, but she didn't care.
She was occupied examining her large, coral pink
nipples, considering another round of self-pleasure,
when the phone rang.

Jules flipped her long curly hair out of the way as
she ran to answer the phone.

"Hello?"
 
"Jules? It's me, Michael."

Laughing like a little girl, she jumped on to the bed,
her heart soaring. "You know, I was just thinking
about you," she said.

They had been lovers during their junior and senior
years in college. Young and horny, they had let their
imaginations lead them through a wide range of sexual
exploration in their short time together. Their affair
had been intense, almost all consuming in its physical
passion but they had split before graduation to seek
separate careers. Through the years, they had remained
best friends despite the job pressures and time apart.


Although it had been several months since they'd
spoken, Jules wasted no time starting to chat about
her book tour and gossip about mutual friends until
Michael uncharacteristically interrupted her. 

"Jules. There's something I need to tell you." Michael
sounded a bit more urgent than his carefree
personality usually allowed.

Jules chuckled as she rolled off the bed and walked to
the mirror over the dresser, holding the phone.
Gathering her hair behind her neck, she admired
herself in the mirror. Jules walked back toward the
bed watching her ass in the mirror.

"Mikey, you sound all serious." 

He took a deep breath. His voice came in a rush. 

"I met someone. We're getting married."

Jules' brain froze. She walked into the bed and banged
her shin, dropping the phone on her foot in the
process.

"Shit!"

Frantically pulling herself together, Jules scrambled
to pick up the phone receiver. 

"Jules!  Jules, are you OK?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm still here," Jules said as her eyes
watered.

"The wedding's at the end of the week. Her name is
Iris. She's a broadcast journalism student UVa. Oh
Jules, you'll love her. We met at the Virginia -
Virginia Tech game last year. It's been like riding a
whirlwind ever since." Jules heart sank as Mike gushed
on and on about his impending marriage. 

"And Jules, you have to come and be here with me. I
can't get married without my best friend."

Cold anger replaced her despair. "I'll be there
Michael. I promise."

Jules hung up the phone and picked herself off the
floor. She walked into the bathroom in a daze. Looking
at herself in the mirror, she put her hands on her
hips. 

"Oh, I'll be there alright. He can't marry some
college bimbo. He won't. He loves me. He's always
loved me. I just have to open his eyes and make him
see the truth."

She brushed the hair out of her face and lit a
cigarette.

"Whoever she is, that poor girl doesn't stand a
chance."

=)0(=

The next morning, Jules flew to Richmond. Stepping off
of the jet way she straightened her blazer and scanned
the crowd. She saw Michael on the other side of the
crowd, standing anxiously beside a newspaper machine.
A smile crept across her face.

"Six foot two and eyes of blue," she sang to herself
as she headed in his direction.

He was tall and tan, just like she'd remembered.
Dressed in a rumpled work shirt and faded blue jeans,
he looked more like a construction worker than the
investment banker that he was. Jules guessed that the
slender young woman standing next to him was Iris and
she slowed her pace to study her rival.

Iris was petite and cute, the top of her head barely
reaching Michael's shoulder. She had long straight
blonde hair and a deep even tan. "Country club queen,"
Jules thought to herself. She noted that Michael's
fianc  wore hip hugger jeans and tight Lycra halter
under an old white dress shirt knotted to show off her
pierced belly button. The girl's look screamed "high
school cheerleader."

Jules smelled victory. She had debated with herself
for hours before deciding what to wear. After trying
and rejecting the bustier and miniskirt look ("too
slutty") and a mauve silk pantsuit ("I look like an
aging lesbian"), Jules had settled on a light blue,
double-breasted jacket and skirt. Turning around in
the mirror, she had made sure that the suit showed
just enough cleavage to assure Michael that she wasn't
sagging and enough leg to show him that she still had
muscle tone. 

Now, looking at Iris, she knew that she had made the
right choice. She was the embodiment of elegance and
grace and she was going to wipe 'Miss Spice Girl'
right out of the picture.

"Michael, it's so good of you to meet me," Jules said
as she wrapped herself around her ex-lover. 

She pressed her tits against his hard chest and was
rewarded when she felt his groin twitch against her
belly. Breaking the tantalizing contact, Jules turned
to the younger woman before Michael had a chance to
speak. 

"And this must be Iris. I've been dying to meet you."

After Michael had managed a self-conscious
introduction, Iris had started chatting as if she was
Jules' long lost friend. While Michael grabbed Jules'
luggage, Iris took Jules by the hand and led her to
the parking garage. They got into Iris' car as she
talked a mile-a-minute about dress fittings, floral
arrangements, and other wedding details. 

Jules looked over her shoulder at Michael but he was
in the back seat of the car smiling as if all were
going according to his plan. Steeling herself for the
task at hand, she reminded herself that she was here
to get Michael back and if she lost, she lost him
forever. 

Suddenly, Jules' attention snapped back to Iris'
one-sided conversation. Jules realized that she had
been asked a question.

"Excuse me?" she leaned closer to Iris as if she
hadn't heard what had been said. 

"I just asked if you'd be my Maid of Honor."  Jules,
stunned to silence, looked back at Michael but he was
still grinning like an idiot. Iris continued without
missing a beat.

"I mean. . . my only two female relatives under the
age of 50 are my cousins. Manny and Fanny, the
vengeful sluts from Texas." Iris took the exit ramp at
full speed and then looked at Jules. "Please say that
you will. It would mean so much to Michael and me to
have you as part of the wedding ceremony."

Jules numbly nodded her head while her mind raced to
come up with a way to use this new development to her
advantage. While Jules was busy thinking, Iris took
them directly to a fashionable dress shop. 

Michael sat watching as Iris flitted around helping
Jules into a gown. Jules stood, impotent and trapped
by the seamstress' pins, while Iris and Michael sat at
her feet and cooed over each other. It was almost
enough to make her sick.

Having been pinned and chalked into her new
bridesmaid's gown, Jules retired to the changing room
to carefully slip out of the dress and back into her
own clothes. She had just finished arranging the gown
on its hanger and was sitting on a stool, dressed in
nothing but her panties and garters. There was a soft
knock on the door, but before she could say anything,
Michael stuck his head into the changing room. 

"Hey Jules," he stopped as if suddenly realizing that
he was talking to a half naked woman. More than that,
she was a beautiful half naked woman. His cock
swelled. Michael stepped inside the room, quickly
closing the door behind him. 

"Uhhh. Hey I'm sorry to barge in like this." He
struggled to keep from staring at her large coral
tipped breasts. "I've got to go back to my parent's
house. I. . .uh, just wanted to tell you that Iris
would bring you over so that you could say hi to the
family."

Jules gave him a smoldering look. She decided to give
him a better look. Standing, she put one foot on the
stool and leaned over to pick up her shoe by its
strap. A smile twitched across her lips as she saw his
eyes frantically shifting between her D cups swaying
in front of him and her firm ass displayed the mirror.
After giving him a good look, Jules straightened and
smoothed her garter straps against her thighs. She
stepped toward him, closer but still out of arms
reach. She stood up straight and drew her shoulders
back, accentuating her breasts.

"Sure thing, Michael. I'm sure that Iris and I will be
just fine together."  She took another step toward
him; anxious to see if he would reach out and touch
her, but he only nodded and left the room like a
scared rabbit. 

Staring at the closed door, Michael's obvious interest
in her body gave her the idea she had been struggling
for. She would win him back the old fashioned way.
With sex. First she'd get close to Iris. Then she'd
run her off. Iris would leave. Michael would see that
he had always loved her. And she would have her man
back. And they would all live happily ever after.

With that idea rolling around in her head, Jules
returned to the fitting room to help Iris with the
final adjustments to her wedding gown. Iris had
endured the same plucking and pinning as Jules and now
the young blonde needed help extracting herself from
the expensive lace and satin without getting stuck or
losing a pin. 

Helping Iris off the fitting room's dais, Jules shooed
the seamstress out of the changing room. "I'll take
care of my bride, thank you." 

Alone for the first time since they'd met, Jules
flashed Iris a big, sisterly smile.

"Oh I love this gown," Jules gushed. 

Standing behind the smaller woman, Jules ran her hands
around Iris' waist. "It fits so smoothly here." 

Jules' hands followed the edge of the bodice. "And the
detail of the lace is so intricate." 

Iris shuddered as Jules' fingers traced the top of the
bodice, barely skimming across the exposed slopes of
her small breasts. "And I love what you've done with
the neckline. Michael always was interested in
cleavage."

Iris blushed slightly but before she could answer
Jules started to unfasten the hooks on the back of the
dress. Iris felt Jules' warm fingers against her back
as the dress opened lower and lower, exposing her skin
to the changing room's air-conditioned chill. Iris
arched her back, ready to let Jules slide the gown
off.

"No no. Stay still. We don't want to ruin the pinning
on the straps," Jules told Iris.

Jules slid her hands into the gown under Iris' arms,
her fingers brushing along the outside curves of Iris'
small, firm breasts. Iris tried to avoid contact with
Jules' hands but the older woman managed to graze her
palms across Iris' nipples anyway. Jules smiled at
Iris as she felt the younger woman's nipples harden
under her hands. 

Jules noticed a bright red flush spread across Iris'
neck and chest. A glisten of perspiration appeared on
her upper lip as Iris slid out of the top half of the
gown but was still trapped by Jules' encircling arms.
Jules, still guarding the alteration work on the gown,
slowly lowered herself to the floor until she was
kneeling behind Iris, her warm breath caressing the
small of the blonde's back. Iris panicked as she
realized that her French cut panties exposed quite a
bit of her rear end to Jules' inspection. 

Iris stepped out of the gown and moved quickly to her
clothes. Iris fumbled with her shirt. Jules calmly
hung the gown and returned to help button Iris'
blouse. Jules brushed her fingers across Iris'
sensitive nipples. Iris' lips quivered. She stood
frozen, held captive by Jules' stare, helpless to move
away from the redhead's teasing caresses. 

As if being sucked into a whirlpool, Iris felt herself
drawn toward Jules. Lips parted as the two women
leaned closer to each other. They kissed softly and
Iris felt Jules' tongue probe her lips. Their breasts
met as Jules stepped closer and slipped her hands to
Iris' hips. Iris sighed as the redhead's eraser shaped
nipples dug into her chest like small, hard pebbles.

Iris opened her mouth. Their tongues became entwined
like two snakes. Jules put her hand in the small of
Iris' back and drew her close. Iris stood passively as
Jules reached up to cup the blonde's apple-sized
breast. Iris' head fell back and she gasped for
breath. Jules slid her hand down, cupping Iris' rear
as she bent to taste the young blonde's neck.

Iris' hand moved as if on its own accord and lightly
cradled one of Jules' full breasts. Jules moaned into
Iris' ear and held her tighter. 

A knock on the door interrupted them. Reluctantly,
Jules broke the kiss and stepped away from the flushed
bride.

"Do you ladies need anything else?" The seamstress
looked puzzled, but she didn't say anything.

Jules smiled broadly. "Nope. We're just about done
here."

Iris' hands shook as she finished dressing. She
hurried out of the changing room as soon as she was
decent. Jules followed leisurely and got into the
passenger seat of Iris' sporty little car. 

Iris dropped the keys as she tried to start the car.
When she finally got the keys into the ignition, she
took a deep breath and kept her eyes locked onto the
insignia in the middle of the steering wheel. 

"I want to apologize," her voice was soft and
hesitant. "I don't know what came over me. It must by
the jitters. I've never. . ."

"Been with another woman?" Jules took Iris' hand into
hers and kissed it lightly. "Don't let it bother you.
Us girls have to look out for each other."

Jules was surprised by the look of gratitude that
filled Iris' countenance. The plan had begun.

As they drove along the winding, oak-shaded streets,
Jules was surprised that she recognized things from
her previous visits. Iris smoothly pulled into the
driveway but quickly jumped out of the car before
Jules could say a word. 

Jules sat quietly for a moment and looked at the big,
colonial style house. Memories of old parties and
crazy adventures flooded back. Climbing out of the
car, Jules stared at the clapboard garage. She felt
herself flush as she remembered the time Michael had
chained her to a wooden frame in that garage and
role-played a bondage rape scene that had made her cum
so hard that she had blacked out from the pleasure. 

Following the slate walk around the house, the smell
of the azaleas brought back the memory of her first
threesome. Michael had organized a m nage a'trois on
the pool deck to give his cousin a memorable farewell
before he left for boot camp. She flushed as she
fondly recalled the two cocks pummeling her before
they spewed their seed into her willing body. 

It had also been the night of her first double
penetration. She had mounted Michael's cousin, slowly
posting up and down on his thick shaft, when she felt
Michael's fingers massaging her little brown rosette.
As the cousin, who's name she still couldn't remember,
had sucked and pinched her tits, Michael was busy
spreading the remnants of their previous coupling in
the cleft between her ass cheeks. He inserted one
finger and pressed against the cock in her pussy and
she had cried out. Michael added a second digit,
expanding the door to her back passage and increasing
the friction inside her body. Jules had cried out a
second time when the fat head of Michael's manhood had
pressed against her tight anal ring, but he had
carefully worked it inside her. They had fucked her
slowly, with long, deep strokes. She remembered the
amazing feeling of their cocks filling and stretching
her, driving her to spasms of ecstasy before flooding
her once again.

Jules started as she realized that her hand had crept
inside her blouse. Composing herself, she turned
toward the back porch but stopped again as she
glimpsed of the little gazebo, partly hidden behind a
huge magnolia tree.

The cloying smell of the tree's blossoms had filled
the night air. Michael had led her to the small
structure. Louisa, the maid, sat in the shadows, her
presence betrayed by the glowing tip of her cigarette.
Obeying Michael's hushed commands, she had stripped
and posed for Louisa. Louis made a show of dipping her
fingers into her pussy and letting Jules lick them
clean. Jules sighed nostalgically. The memory of
Michael fucking her from behind while her face was
sandwiched between the maid's brown thighs came
rushing back. A nostalgic smile came to her as she
remembered almost smothering between Louisa's legs. 

Her loins tingling, Jules promised herself that there
would be more occasions just like those, as soon as
Iris was out of the way. She heard footsteps on the
walk behind her and turned to see Iris standing a few
feet away.

"Hey Iris. I was just looking around the back yard.
Not much has changed." 

Iris nervously shifted from one foot to the other.
Licking her lips, she said, "C'mon inside. I'll
introduce you to my family."

As Iris escorted around the party, Jules was
embarrassed by all of the attention shown to her.
Iris' family looked at her warily, suspicious that an
old girlfriend would be invited to play such a
prominent role in the wedding. More awkward were the
greetings offered by Michael's family, especially the
ones who hadn't seen her since she and Michael stopped
dating. The wearying gauntlet of hands to shake and
cheeks to kiss had thankfully led Jules to the bar.

Jules shared a secret smile with Iris over the lip of
a champagne flute as she was introduced to the
"vengeful sluts", Manny and Fanny Ball. The Ball girls
were twins in every way: big hair, big boobs, and
enough white shiny teeth to make a shark envious. The
two tall tan blondes looked Jules over as if she were
something to eat.

"So you're Michael's old flame," Manny goaded Iris.

Fanny leered at Jules' cleavage before chiming in.
"And girl you've got to tell me where you got this
suit." 

Fanny ran her hand under Jules' lapel, using the back
of her hand to make sure that the redhead was wearing
a bra. Instead of shrinking from Fanny's touch, Jules
leaned forward and pressed her breast against the
inquisitive hand.

The twins shared a secret smirk. Manny took Iris by
the arm and escorted her toward the pool. Fanny, her
arm linked with Jules', pressed against the buxom
redhead in a more than sisterly fashion. 

"Don't mind poor little Iris. Trembling like a little
mouse. She'll lighten up once Michael gets her started
on a steady diet of dick." 

Jules allowed herself to be steered around the room
without answering. 

Fanny continued sniping. "But dear, tell me. How is
he? In bed I mean."

Jules helped herself to a champagne flute from a
passing tray and surveyed the party scene before
answering. The Ball girls were obviously used to
acting scandalously at family gatherings and, from the
way that the matriarchs of both families stood on the
other side of the deck, pointing and whispering in
sotto voce about the sisters, Jules saw that this
wedding was no exception. She returned Fanny's
saccharin sweet smile. 

"Insatiable," she whispered in Fanny's ear. "And built
like a horse. I swear that I couldn't walk some
mornings because of him."

Jules enjoyed the look on Fanny's face and had just
reached for another glass of champagne when someone
touched her elbow.

"Jules? Is it really you?" 

Jules looked up at the handsome young man standing
beside her, but had trouble placing the deep tenor
voice. Still she knew that he was somehow familiar.
His sandy hair and broad chest reminded her of someone
but she couldn't place exactly who.

"I'm sorry, I know that we've met. . ." She sounded a
bit exasperated, maybe even a little annoyed, by the
smug look on his face when he realized that she didn't
recognize him.

"It's me, Parker."

"Ohmigod! It can't be."

For the first time since talking with Michael about
his plans Jules realized how long it had been since
she'd been around his family. Parker had been a
pigeon-chested kid with mussed up hair and a mouth
full of braces the last time she'd seen him. Now he
was over six feet tall and broad shouldered. His
muscular torso tapered into slim hips and Jules had a
brief mental image of him naked before she realized
that he was looking at her in an odd way.

"I guess I've grown a little," Parker said with a
grin.

"I would say so."

"Remember when you taught me to dance?"

"It was the day before your first High School dance."

"I'll be starting my senior year at Tech next year. I
get to go to lots of clubs. Let me show you how I've
been practicing."

Parker led her to the pool terrace and took her into
his arms. They danced stiffly at first but, as the
music played, Jules found herself drawn closer to the
man who was no longer the boy she had known. By the
end of the second song, she was enjoying the feel of
his hard muscular body pressed against hers. She
closed her eyes and smiled as she felt the bulge in
his pants harden and grow. The stiff cylinder of his
manhood ground against her belly as they danced and
the thought of dragging Michael's little brother off
into one of the spare rooms flitted through her mind.

"Jules. Did I ever tell you that I had a big crush on
you?" Parker said softly in her ear. 

Jules had a vision of herself kneeling in front of
Parker, his long cock in her hands as he sprayed his
seed on her tits. She pushed her hips against his and
rubbed against his swollen manhood. The song ended and
Jules raised her head to invite Parker to the gazebo
when they were interrupted.

"I've been looking for you two," Michael said, his
goofy grin firmly in place. "Dad's ready to make the
first toast and no one can find the Best Man or the
Maid of Honor. C'mon! You're late!"

Throughout the toasts and the family jokes, Jules'
mind churned. The clock was ticking and she'd have to
act soon. Jules looked at Parker and then at the Ball
sisters. An idea started to form in her head. The
first step was to get Iris to trust her. That night,
Jules looked at herself in the mirror, unsure if she
could go through with her plan. 

"Get tough girl," she said to her reflection. Then she
smiled. "When the going gets tough, the tough get room
service."

The champagne was delivered while Jules was still
pacing the room in her bathrobe. The waiter, a slender
Latino, fussed over opening the bottle and arranging
the ice bucket. At first, she made a pretense of
ignoring him but feeling of her nipples scraping
against the soft terry cloth robe reminded her of the
day's activities. 

Jules stopped pacing and looked at the waiter.
Casually loosening her robe's belt, Jules approached
the service cart to sign the bill. Looking up quickly,
she caught the waiter looking down the valley between
her generous breasts all the way to her curly red
pubes. 

Jules took a step back from the cart. Placing her
hands on her hips, she smiled as a lump grew in his
trousers. She held her robe open, exposing her creamy
white body to his hungry gaze. 

"Service like yours deserves a tip. But I seem to have
left my cash in my other suit."

Jules laughed as the waiter's eyes almost popped out
of his head. He reached for her but she pushed his
hands away and silenced him with a gentle finger
against his lips. 

"Before this goes any further, let's see if you're big
enough to get the job done."

He stood stock still, frozen with indecision. 

"Don't just stand there. Show me your cock!" she said
impatiently.

The waiter fumbled with his belt. He dropped his pants
to his knees and hastily pulled his cock from his
briefs. He stood and waited for her next instruction. 

Jules murmured in appreciation, his cock had grown to
a nice size. Shorter than she usually liked, but
thick. And the head was almost as round as a small
ball. 

"I'm going to fuck your brains out, don't worry.
There's only one condition. You don't say a word." 
She dragged her finger over his chin and down to his
cheap clip on bow tie. "Is it a deal?  Nod, don't
speak."

He nodded energetically. Jules hooked a finger under
his bow tie and led him to the bedroom. Leaving him at
the edge, she paraded around the bed, slowly dropping
the robe from her shoulders. She turned to face him,
now totally nude, and ran a hand lazily across her
flat belly to the nest of strawberry curls between her
legs. 

The waiter trembled in anticipation but remained
silent. Jules climbed on to the bed and lay back, her
legs spread lewdly. The waiter's eyes were glued to
her shaven pink slit. Jules smiled. The feeling of
power was incredible. She reached down and spread the
pale outer lips of her vagina. The musky scent of her
pussy was unmistakable as she showed the anonymous
waiter the dark pink recesses of her pussy.

The waiter stroked himself, waiting for her to direct
the next move in their weird seduction. His nostrils
drank in her tangy aroma. He would do anything to
stick his cock in her and they both knew it.

Jules crawled to the edge of the bed. He held his
breath as he watched her come closer. She looked into
his eyes as she took hold of his cock, replacing his
hand with hers. He groaned and pushed his hips
forward, hoping that she would take him into her
mouth. Instead, she used one smooth white hand to jack
him off while she weighed his hairy, heavy balls with
the other. 

"Hmmm. Yesss. I think you'll do. Why don't you finish
undressing and join me."

She reached over to the nightstand and groped around
in the drawer while the waiter struggled to get his
shoes and pants off. He awkwardly crawled on to the
bed to join her, one black sock still on his foot. He
knelt between her feet, his eyes feasting on the shiny
coral flower that lay between her thighs. Jules hit
him in the chest with a square foil packet.

"Put it on." Her hand returned to her clit. "And
hurry."

In her imagination she was waiting for Michael's cock,
displaying herself for him, just the way he liked it.
Her eyes lost focus as she watched the anonymous man
roll the latex sheath over his member. Her hand made
squishing sounds as it delved into the sodden crevice
between her labia. 

Jules rolled over and presented her ass to him. "Fuck
me from behind stud." 

She felt his hands cradle her hips as he guided his
tool into her love box. She grunted as he pushed hard,
anxious to enter her wet snatch. He sank his entire
length into her in only three short savage strokes and
then started fucking her quick and hard. 

"Yes. Yessss. That's the way I like it. You know how
to fuck me, don't you Michael?"

The waiter, whose name was Jose, almost laughed aloud
when he heard her cry out, but remembered their deal.
He didn't care what she called him as long as he got
to cum. Jose decided that this weird lady needed a
good hard fucking to set her right.

He drove his cock into her cunt harder and deeper.
Jules whined as his knees spread her legs wider and he
used his arms to pound his cock deeper into her. His
balls slapped against her bald pussy lips and his
hands clenched her taut hips, spurring her on to fuck
faster.

"Thick. Soooo full. Faster. Fuck me. Yesss."  Jules
moaned as she felt her climax build.

Jose saw her domineering fa ade crumble and wanted to
show her that he knew how to take care of a whore. He
put all his strength into his thrusts, slamming his
hips against her ass. He enjoyed hearing her cries as
he drove into her like a jackhammer. He groaned as he
felt his balls tighten. With a shout, he fucked her
faster and faster, mindless in his need to cum. 

His cock erupted, filling the latex sheath with his
jism. The swelling inside her love tunnel sent her
pussy into spasms. Her vaginal muscles fluttered,
milking his cock of its seed and spreading a wave of
warmth throughout her body. Jules collapsed and she
lay, gasping for breath, on the bed's coverlet.

She rolled on to her side, the aftershocks of her
orgasm still making her insides quiver.

"Now get out," she ordered.

Jose pulled his still turgid cock from her sopping wet
hole and crawled off of the bed. Tossing the condom
into the wastebasket, he tucked his slimy cock back
into his briefs. As he pulled his cart toward the door
and looked proud that he had taken care of this
mysterious redhead so thoroughly. She might have been
a bit strange, but he knew he'd be watching for any
more orders from this room.



More on the next day

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