Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“Good girl,” the MC croons. “She’s a beaut, ain’t she, gentlemen? Kiki here loves to dance, and she’s so good that she doesn’t even have a schtick! Yes, we’re bringing the best of the best tonight, gentlemen, so sit back, relax, and enjoy!”
I smile because it’s true that I don’t have a “theme.” I don’t need one, and especially not one as ridiculous as what the girl before me had. Eloise at the Plaza? Please. The schoolgirl routine was so predictable, with the plaid mini-skirt and shiny Mary Janes. Although I have to say that I appreciate what Eloise did as much as the next woman because she made that tiny nitwit of a cowboy come, hopefully keeping him off our backs for the rest of the night.
But now, it’s time for action. I can feel excitement coursing through my veins and to be honest, it titillates me to see the blue light shining strong and bright in the corner of the saloon. It means that we’re locked down, and that there’s no chance of being busted, cuffed, and hauled off to jail in the back of a police van. Best of all, it means that anything goes, and I intend to make the most of the opportunity.
I smile and sashay some more, swinging my wide hips before lifting a big tit in one hand and gently kissing the pasty covering my nipple.
“Ooooh, I love those things,” one man says gutturally in the audience. “Take it off baby.”
It’s the perfect segue because I’m right at the steps in front of the audience. I descend to the floor and then sashay to the man, who’s rugged and handsome with piercing blue eyes. Slowly, I lean forwards, shaking my tits in his face and then position one so that the pasty is right at his mouth. He knows what to do. He seizes the flimsy purple cover between his teeth and tears it off, revealing my succulent nipple.
“Oh!” I pantomime with one hand going up to cover my open mouth with a pseudo-surprised expression. But we all know that this was planned, and sure enough, the handsome cowboy bends forward again to suckle my tit into his mouth while pulling off my other pasty with his hand.
Now, my girls are free and hot bursts of pleasure lance straight from my tits to my cunt as the man suckles at my teats. Mmmm, that feels so good! A spurt of warmth gushes between my legs and I squirm a bit in his arms. Oooh, should I do it here? Should I let myself enjoy, and take him deep, right here, right now?
But as the cowboy suckles, my eyes open a bit and I make eye contact with the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. Oh my god, it’s him! The one who tipped Eloise after the man who penetrated her refused to step up to the plate. He’s huge, with broad shoulders, a wide chest, and charcoal-colored hair. His features are harsh and carved in the low lights, those blue eyes gleaming. He smirks at me, one corner of his mobile mouth going up at the corner, and another hot gush of awareness runs through my form. This man clearly knows how handsome he is, and it spells trouble.
But then, my eyes dart to the left and I see a carbon copy of the first cowboy sitting at the table as well. What in the world? My eyes go between the two men and I realize that I’ve stumbled upon handsome twins who are tall, powerful, and dominant. They’re both watching me with hungry blue eyes, and everything feminine in my form goes up in flames. As if in a trance, I pull my breast from the first cowboy’s mouth, my nipples still glistening and wet.
“Hey wait!” he protests as I circle him to move towards the twin cowboys. Then, I’m at their table, my breasts huge and bare as my pussy seeps wetly into the fabric covering it.
“Something I can do for you tonight, boys?” I moan throatily while looking at the two men.
The first one grins and exchanges a look with the second before making a twirling motion with his finger. I obey immediately and do a slow three-sixty while lifting my hair up above my shoulders so that they can see my curves in their entirety. It’s clear they appreciate my big breasts, small waist, and wide hips because when I turn to face them again, their cocks are out, huge and dripping.
“Oh!” a small gasp erupts from my throat involuntarily. The breath evaporates from my lungs because I’ve literally never seen shafts so huge and masculine. They must be at least ten inches each, rigid and pulsing with power. Glorious veins snake up the sides, and as I watch, the first cowboy grips his rod with one hand and beckons to me.