A Wicked Renaissance Wench, Part 16
They were all going to Flames in the East Boondock for dinner. Ashley chose it for the booths that line the wall. The waiters pull out their penises and slide them in after you are seated. Tablecloths were an essential part of this evening's plan. Illusion, but not totally without risk!
Haesuc sat on one side and Stykurtongupmeyahs on the other, and Ashley had the very best seat in the house, sandwiched right between them. They all sat close so they could touch the other at leisure.
They ordered cocktails and sat back to enjoy the floorshow. She was a beautiful woman of about thirty with short red hair and a sultry voice. She was dressed in a taffeta shirtwaist dress and wore several strands of pearls at her throat and singing tunes that would make Madonna proud.
When Haesuc is around, Ashley cannot keep her hands to herself! Ashley has to be touching him! He does things to Ashley with just a look that can make Ashley cream in her pants. She had orgasms at the thought of having him inside her. It's philosophically got to be pheromones!!
Ashley slid her hand beneath that tablecloth over hang and made contact with his pulsating zipper. Ashley started to slide it down so she could release his trouser snake from the constraints. He placed his hand on top of hers as if he thought that would stop her.
Ashley smiled at him with her most beguiling smile and said quietly, "Relax! I'll be your discreet wife tonight!"
Turning to Stykurtongupmeyahs, Ashley whispered, "Do you have on briefs?" His answer was a naughty laugh! He had anticipated her desires for the evening and come ready to accommodate! "Got my hands full at the moment, love, but Ashley promise not to forget you!"
His erection overflowed her hand. He was already slippery and oozing. He was very excited but, at the same time, he was unable to settle back and enjoy the ride.
Ashley whispered his name softly and he turned to look at her. "Look around, baby. Nobody gives a damn about what's going on outside his or her little corner of the room. So, just listen to the music and allow yourself this pleasure."
He tried not to smile. He tried not to cum. But, he was not successful at either task. Her strokes up and down his shaft took his control away. Ashley could feel his orgasm building, so Ashley placed her napkin strategically so it could soak up his steaming release. He shuddered and said, "You are an insatiable wench!"
Ashley cleaned him with the fancy napkin, secured his zipper, and gave the soiled napkin to a waitress. What can Ashley say? Ashley is just a gracious woman!
His cum was a thick milky white dressing, perfect for her bisquit. Her hands and fingers smelled so inviting that Ashley placed one finger at a time on her tongue and sucked the fragrant residuals.
Our waitress approached the table to see if any of them needed a new drink order or more napkins. With an air of innocence, Ashley pretended to look about before asking, "Would you get me more napkins please? I'm going to be very busy with these guys...".. (Go to part 17 of A Wicked Renaissance Wench)
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