Thread: The Proposition ( Mr Quixotic & Xanaphia)

Marissa blushed and giggled as the deal she had made with Jake was explained to the group. Her laugh was breathier than normal, as the steady sound of the vibrator played in the background of the conversation, increasing in intensity as Mark demonstrated for the men. Overall the toy within her was rather pleasant, calling forth her lust and breaking down her inhibitions. The pressure of Jake's hardness against her ass elicited another sigh from her, taunting her with it's desires, the realization that she was making all these men hard, horny suddenly very exhilarating. They all wanted to fuck her, because she was hot, because she was desirable. She had something they all wanted, something they would pay big bucks for, even if only this one time. There was some power in that, and that power was intoxicating. She pushed her ass up against Jake, moaning audibly as the vibrator was turn up again. She wasn't sure how much higher it would go, but it felt good where it was. She swayed her hips , teasing the men as her hands moved up and down her body, sliding over the mounds of her breast, down her flat stomach, flipping the skirt up just a bit, the slightest peak to get their blood running. She turned now, facing Jake, ran her hands over his chest and squatted low. She pushed her ass out towards her audience as she slowly stood back up. She pulled her top off, tossing it behind her. She smirked up at Jake, blowing him a kiss before turning around, letting the other four men see her in her bra. She walked over towards the bar once more, bending over the top of it, letting the men see that ass, and the tiny thong that barely covered it. The scent of her arousal would fill the room now. It may occur to one or more of the men that the bar would be a nice place to take her, as good as she looked bent over it. She found the salt and lime quickly, but took her time retrieving it, figuring the guy enjoyed the view. She was spurred into action by a jolt of increased vibration, an excited cry leaving her lips as her ass shook from the power of it. Her panties were getting quite wet now. Tequila, lime, salt and shot glass in hand, she sat on the lap of whoever was in the middle of the group. She wiggled her ass a bit, letting her get hard from the sensation, before settling into place. She took a swig of the tequila first, letting out a sultry squeal as she swallowed it down, a tiny bit dribbling down her chin. She put the shot glass in her cleavage, using the wires of her bra to hold it in place, and filled the glass with alcohol. She rubbed some salt on the top of her breast and held the lime in her mouth. With eyes alone, She invited the man, whose name she wasn't quite sure of, to take his shot. Giggling as he licked the salt off her. Louder now, with his face buried in her cleave to retrieve the shot. She pushed the lime into his mouth, their lips touching just barely. With one last push against his crotch she jumped up. Who's next? She asked excitedly, taking another swig while she awaited the answer. She put the bottle down now, so she could reach her hands behind her back to undo the hooks of the bra, letting it fall so slowly to the floor. Perky pink breasts bounced eagerly for her audience.