On their way to the kitchen, she grabbed his t-shirt that was lying on the floor, but didn’t care about putting the panties on again. Her boy was trying to find his pants, while she jumped to the radio and turned it on. She started to move to the beat, looking still full of energy.“I hope you remember about tonight’s party; do you?”
“Of course I do, honey, you are talking about it everyday since Monday,” he smiled at her, putting on his boxers.
“Great, I’m afraid it can be a bit boring; but it’s important for me to be there.”
“Oh, I know, I know… people from the publishing houses, right?” he patted the cat which came from nowhere and clamored some petting with a loud meowing.
“Yep… Anyway, I have an idea to make it a bit more spicy than just a party for suited businessmen and their sluts.”
He laughed at her serious tone of voice and bitchy gestures, while she put the oranges into the basket on the table.
“So what are you going to do, darling, huh?”
“Uhm? Well, simplifying I’m gonna be a slut.”
“What?! You want to pretend to be a whore?” he poured some coke into the glass.
“Hmm… more or less like that’ she swayed her hips to the music, and bowed down to look what was in the fridge. The boy turned his head a little looking at her mooned butt. He took a sip of coke and said
“Are you crazy? you told me that there will be important people there. You were the one insisting on me wear a shirt and tie…” he was confused but he didn’t care as long he was staring at her ass, moving to the music.
“You will wear your shirt and your tie. And I’m gonna be elegant too. But just more bitchy. Because I’m sick of seeing all those guys showing off their new ladies, like they were some kind off trophy; you know what I mean? Like the girl was accounting for the man’s position. The more bitchy, the better,” she kept on explaining with her head almost inside the fridge, throwing from there some vegetables, ”and I’m out of the game, because I’m not like these kind of girls that will giggle on every of your stupid jokes, nor I’m a guy who will envy others for their new capture. You know what I mean? So I’m gonna be a ho, just to see their confusion. And I’m gonna make a salad,” she finished, coming out of the fridge with all the vegetables she had taken off.
“I’m not so sure about your point girl, but well… as you want,” he smiled at her helping with the vegetables.
“Oh damn! I love this song!” she shouted, making the guy a bit afraid at first, and she started to dance in the middle of the kitchen.
“Goddamn… from where do you get that energy?”
“From ones like you” she laughed, still dancing and making strange movements, from time to time showing some more of her body, covered only with his t-shirt. He knew that he could do her there, on the kitchen floor, and they could be making love for another hour or two; but he also knew that they didn’t have that much time.
“Come on, you loony; tell me about the salad” he touched her gently by her arms and kissed her neck. “Do you need any help?’
They soon divided the salad making duties, finished it, ate quickly and started to prepare themselves for the party.
“I’m going to have shower, do you need anything else from the bathroom? Because err… I want some time for myself there,” she said with a rather mysterious smile, taking off the t-shirt and throwing it on the floor.
“Take your time,” he said staring again at her round shapes. He thought that she was behaving a bit strange today; but coming to think about it, he kinda liked it.
After one hour or more the door of the bathroom was opened and what he saw startled him completely.
She was standing there in a creamy, short-sleeve shirt with a red, wide belt. The collar stood up, the last two bottoms undone, showing discreetly the line between her breast. A red skirt, fitting tightly her ass and hips, ended just before her knees, showing a pair of legs in black stockings. Then, red high heels. He stared amazed; but the most shocking thing was at her head. She was wearing a burning red wig. Long, red locks were surrounding her face, where the strong red lips stood out.
“Fuck…” was the only thing he could say at the moment.
She smiled at him like she knew he will like it.
“Luckily it stopped raining. It’s better for my new hairstyle,” she fixed her hair looking at the window. He came to her, touched the wig, turned her around
“Are you really going to go like that?!”
“Oh… are you scared or just ashamed?” she asked in a low voice, placing a finger onto his slightly opened mouth “Come on, put on your shoes and take these Cds, I don’t want to be late!”
“Damn, girl, I knew you were crazy but…”
“But what?” she interrupted him suddenly, looking straight into his eyes, “wouldn’t you want to taste these bloody lips? Don’t you like my sexy butt in this red skirt..? Look, it’s so tight that I couldn’t even wear panties,” she grabbed his hand and put it under the skirt, making him feel her pussy. With her other hand she pulled him to herself by his tie, and after licking his lips she whispered straight into his ear: “we shouldn’t be late,” took his hand off from her crotch and turned around into the door. ”Take the Cds, please” - that sounded like a command, that he surely wouldn’t dare not to carry out.
The smell of wet grass and asphalt hit their noses. Just a typical summer in the city.
“I’m driving!” she announced with strong voice as they approached the car. Her partner just raised his hand up in a gesture of giving up, and seated himself in the passenger seat. She got into the car, threw her purse into the backseat, changed her shoes for flat ones, making her skirt go a little higher that it should. Only now the guy realized that she was wearing no tights , but hold-ups. It turned him on even more, although he was a bit scared of what she could be up to.
“Play this one,” she gave him one of the Cds from the box.
“Hey lady, stop giving me orders,” he replied, starting to be a bit annoyed.
But his woman gave him a seductive, long look straight into his eyes then quickly moved closer to his face, grabbed his balls gently, but firmly, touched his upper lip with her tongue and said:
“Do you want to have your private bitch? Nothing’s free baby.”
He was not sure he wanted; but the red-head gave him an eye hushing all his doubts. It was a game and he had to take part on it.
She was driving too fast and singing too loud. But the streets were almost empty, like if the rain had kept all the people home, so her passenger was not as worried as he would normally be.
“I ain’t no artist! I am an artbitch!” the guy looked at her with curiosity, wondering if she chose this cd with purpose, but she just kept on shouting, pressing the gas pedal , “lick lick lick my art-tit! Suck suck suck my art-hole!”
“With pleasure, you artbitch…”
She gave him a big grin, beginning to regret that they had not stayed at home…
When they arrived to the Club 70’s it started to rain again; but not so heavy this time. They run into the door and showed the pass to the security guard, whose neck was wider than his head and enter the short hall with yellow fur on the walls.
“Oh my God! I hardly recognize you, Rose! What a hairstyle!’ some blond, American girl in a mini skirt shouted while she saw the couple.
“It’s rather temporary, you know… ah, do you know each other? This is Cynthia, she also works for the ČTK… and this is my Master. I believe you met before,” a confused Lechien shook hands with the girl. Róża had never called him like that before; but Cynthia, already drunk with Zlatý Bažant didn’t care much about the way they were introduced.
“Cum with me… everyone iz already der” she shouted through loud disco music. They followed her to the reserved room, where the fur on the walls changed to orange. Around a big table were sitting some guys with ties and girls from who Róża was not outstanding at all, even in her ridiculous red wig. Mostly foreign correspondents, several journalists, photographers, two stiff guys from a publishing house, with their shirts inside trousers, a few writers and some girls that really gave the impression of being professional whores. Their boobs were almost outside and their legs seemed not to finish. The table was full of chips, snacks and alcohol. They sat down and while everyone was introduced, Cynthia immediately bombarded Master-Lechien with questions. So his girl took the chance of being left alone and started to flirt with other guys. She was very talkative and sociable that day.
“What are you drinking Milos?” she shouted to the guy in front of her, who was drinking a fancy drink with a colourful straw.
“Wanna try?”
“Sure…” she answered with a smile, leaning forward with her elbows on the table.
Lechien looked with a concern what she was doing, remembering she had no panties underneath… He could not know if she had forgotten or if she just didn’t care about it, which wasn’t her style at all. But he had to admit that kinda liked it; and, in fact, he wanted her to bow a little more, remembering that butt he was squeezing and kissing just few hours ago. Cynthia kept on talking, but he couldn’t take the eyes out of his love. She sat down again playing with her collar and smiling to other guys, when, through the opened door, she spot the dance floor.
“Why aren’t you guys dancin’?!” she stood up suddenly moving her ass from side to side. “Come on!” she took one of the photographers by the hand and lead him to the dance floor. She didn’t turn around at all, simply started to dance, shaking her red hair and waving hands. And moving much too close to the photographer, who seemed to like her new attitude. She caught him by his waist, taking his leg between hers and gently swaying her hips. She raised her hand and deflected to gave a look to her husband who was already surrounded by two more blonds who tried to take him to the dance floor. She closed her eyes a little and bite her lower lip. She would probably run there and sit on him to show that she was his only one, but she got into her role too much. Instead of that she just went to the DJ and with a sexy smile and moving her shirt a little to the sides she managed to ask for a song. KC & the Sunshine Band started to sound in the loudspeakers as she jumped down with excitement. Milos, who was on the dance floor, came closer to her; but Róża started to dance backwards. She did this until her back touched the pink fur on the wall. She raised both hands, then lowered them slowly: touching her hair, down to her tits.. then to the sides and, swaying her hips, she went down having Milos’s crotch in front of her. That seemed to amuse her but she got up in a similar way, rubbing her ass with the furry wall, put her leg into her dance partner’s side, for him to hold it. But as he did so she quickly took it away and turned around. In the crowd he found her love without problems. Surrounded by three elegant bitches he was still looking from time to time to her. She moved to him dancing, grabbed swiftly the back of his head, looked straight into his eyes and sang mouth to mouth with KC: “Do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight!” then again she turned around, push her ass into his crotch and moved it up and down for a while feeling his cock getting bigger. Then she just moved away catching one of the bitches and started to dance with her. She wanted him to watch every or her moves. Every little hip sway, every move of her tongue on her teeth. But every time he tried to touch her she moved away. Seduce but not fulfill, that was her program for that night. For some time… Even her great acting couldn’t take away the desire.
As they were again sitting by the table she grabbed her man’s hand and firmly took it under her skirt. She got closer to the table, asking some silly things to the guy on the other side while Lechien moved his fingers inside her pussy. It was wet and warm. He twitched inside but she didn’t even turned her face to him. Just moved a little at her seat again singing to the music.
Her hottie stayed there, confused and with her fluids on his fingers… He finished his orange vodka, talking with some stiff and drunk guy, while looking at Rose dancing sensually with two German correspondents. He couldn’t believe his own eyes. There she was, his lovely little girl. A few hours ago she was ready to gave him everything, he was everything to her. And now she was not only paying no attention to him, but also giving some of her sexuality to other guys that she in fact didn’t even respect. He had a mix of feelings there. But another vodka orange made it’s job and finding a toilet became his main concern. He found it through the dancing crowd, were he caught the eyes of his sweetie. As he approached the toilet’s door, she pushed the Germans away and decidedly followed him. She shoved the door of the toilet hitting some big guy. Another one,completely drunk, who was pissing on the urinal, looked at her with his red eyes
“Hey, red-head… this is the man’s toilet!”
“Mind your own business! Little one you have there, by the way,” she moved forward and as her master came out of the cabin he just managed to start asking
“What are ya…”
She kind of brutally pushed him inside again, closed the door with her butt and shoved him against the wooden wall next to the toilet. Her eyes were half closed, but he could notice that the pupils were dilated. She bite his lower lip and stopped only because he screamed a little. Then she caught his hands and raised them up, pushing to the wall and at leaning on him at the same. He felt her hard boobs pressing against his chest. She licked his neck and ear and whispered to him
“I can’t take it any longer. Do me baby. Shag me in this fucking toilet; you sexpot!’ saying this she put one of her legs on the toilet and undone his trousers. “she wants it, she wants it.. so you gotta give it to her!’ he heard her singing in his ear.
“Fuck, what else can I do.. you bitch…”
He released his hand from hers, put them into her leg and licking her neck touched the lacy end of her stockings
“Put it inside!’ she shouted impatiently grabbing his dick out of his pants.
Someone tried to enter the cabin but she pushed the door shouting
“Get away! fucking in progress!” then she laughed surprised by what she just said and moving again to him she simply sat on his cock.
“Aaaaaahhh…” she was moving quickly up and down, unbuttoned her shirt and pushed his head straight into her tits.
“Lick, lick, lick my art-tits!” and that’s what he did; he had no other choice, and no other will. She got so high and crazy that she was almost jumping on him, moaning at the rhythm of the music coming from the danceflor.
“Ooohhh girl, you’re making me crazy…” he gasped into her ear and touched her sweaty ass. He squeezed it in his hands and pull it hardly towards him.
“Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh” she shouted quite loud as the excitement rised and the extreme pleasure came close to pain.
“You dirty, little slut,” he pulled the girl into himself and she sink her lips into his, like a small bat that needs to drink some blood to survive. She was kissing him wildly, moving her ass rhythmically as she got the point that she shouted again
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!” all her insides got into spasms, all her body shivering moved to the back but she still had him inside and didn’t want to change it at all. She kept on moving up and down and to the sides. Hearing her shouts and feeling what was going on in her body, her lover was close to explode
“I’m.. ooohh.. goin’ t’cum… babe…” he moaned into her ear.
Hearing this his girl got quickly down to her knees and took his hard and wet cock into her red lips. He grabbed her red hair and moved her forward and backward moaning and gasping. With a twist of her tongue, Róża quickly finished what she had started, while still having him inside of her. All his semen explode into her mouth and she swallowed it like it was ambrosia and would keep her alive forever. She licked the rests that stayed on his bullocks; then slowly got up, and cleaning her mouth with the back of her hand, she said in a low voice
“You should be more concern where do you leave your genes, honey…” She licked her lips and got out of the cabin…
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