The Deep Throat Club, Part One

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    Nikki sat on the edge of her bed as she carefully slid the pale white
    thigh highs up her long, toned legs, admiring them in the mirror.
    Standing, she finished them into place and turned slowly, making sure
    her upper thighs and tight, heart shaped ass looked just right. She
    carefully pulled her ultra-feminine crotchless panties up those silken
    legs, positioning everything just right, so that her delicate, tender
    treasure was wholly visible, accentuated by that tiny tuft of trimmed
    fur just over her sweet, little bud and she sat down on the edge of her
    bed again. Her soft palm caressed her very core as her mind drifted
    once more to the evening she was about to experience.

    Nikki's friend Sharon had gotten her into this. Sharon had met a group
    of men who, simply put, were seeking out women who prided themselves on
    their ability to deep throat big cock. Sharon had always been an
    adoring fan of servicing her men with her oral abilities and her
    cravings had evolved into quite an astounding talent. Sharon always
    felt it was her duty to work as hard as possible to bring men the
    pleasure she acknowledged they deserved, and her own (not so secret)
    needs were satiated in the deepest way by her worship of truly
    horsehung men. Sharon and Nikki had discussed this many times, and
    they completely understood each other when they would relate real-life
    experiences.

    Nikki remembered the first time Sharon described her encounter with a
    man named Peter. Sharon had met Peter while away on business, first
    noticing his large, muscular frame, and his masculine, handsome
    features. As Sharon relayed the story to Nikki, Peter's eyes were
    warm, his hands large and strong and the bulge in his pants prominent
    enough to draw her attention as they sat in the hotel bar, getting to
    know each other. Peter was of German descent, and his blond features
    were very appealing to Sharon. As happens in many a hotel bar, their
    conversation eventually wound its way to flirtatious territory and
    Peter suggested they continue their discussion up in his room.

    Sharon felt comfortable with Peter and accepted his invitation. Once
    upstairs, Peter took Sharon in his strong arms, leaning in slowly to
    kiss her deeply on the mouth, over and over again. As Nikki listened
    to Sharon's story, she could feel her own little pussy heating and
    moistening, envying her friend's uncanny ability to find men like Peter
    in situations that were more akin to a porn script than to a business
    conference. Anyway, as Sharon told it, they kissed for a long time, as
    Peter's hands roamed over her firm, curved body. Sharon had large
    breasts, which were just aching to be played with, and she helped Peter
    remove her blouse and bra, which lifted them so high and proud. Her
    large mounds were finally exposed and Peter could not keep his hands or
    mouth off of them. He leaned down, his warm, moist tongue lapping at
    Sharon's stiffening peaks, as his hands held her firmly in place.
    Shivers ran through Sharon's body as Peter's expert tongue played at
    her nipples, teasing them to an incredibly erotic stiffness. Sharon
    groaned as her body began to heat with a deepening submission of sorts
    and all she could think of was how much she wanted to "taste" this
    man's cock. Peter stepped away and stripped off his shirt, revealing a
    perfectly smooth, tanned chest that was obviously the product of many
    years in the gym. Sharon inhaled a tiny gasp at the sight of his
    magnificent body, and just enjoyed the moment as her deepest essence
    began to throb and intensify.

    Sharon instinctually sank to her knees, rising up tall before Peter, her
    back straight and her gaze fixed on his crotch as her feminine,
    manicured fingers deftly undid his belt, slowly moving to the button
    that held his khakis around his trim waist, finally grasping the zipper
    and slowly pulling it down. Sharon loved the way Peter stood before
    her, his hands resting on his hips, assuming a Dominant posture that
    only served to make Sharon feel all the more feminineĀ—and more than a
    bit submissive. This was the zone that Sharon knew in her heart was
    hers and it caused her mouth to actually salivate as she "performed"
    for Peter. Her hands pulled his trousers down and she helped Peter step
    out of them, as she tossed them over the arm of the upholstered chair
    nearby.

    Her eyes widened as she drank in the bulging pouch which appeared before
    her. Peter was wearing black, thong-type underwear, and his beautiful
    loins resembled a heavy bunch of fruit before her. She looked up at
    him, and while she spoke no words, her eyes revealed her appreciation
    and desire to bring pleasure. Her soft hands flattened out over his
    striated thighs and she slowly massaged his massive, rockhard legs up
    and down. They were, she noticed to herself, just as smooth as his
    incredible chest and arms. Sharon leaned in and planted a soft kiss
    upon that pouch, knowing deep in her heart that this was what she was
    born for. Her lips tugged and teased at the massive bulge as she
    exhaled warm breath through the fabric and she could not wait another
    second. She looked up once again and her eyes met Peter's deep-set,
    dark blue eyes, which were smiling down at her. She grasped the thong
    where it encircled his waist and pulled it down his legs and helped
    step him out of it. Her breath was taken away as his huge cock was now
    exposed in all its glory. It was enormous and sensually beautiful, and
    Sharon took it in her hand, which by comparison appeared incredibly
    small. Her pussy began to moisten in earnest as she felt the sensual
    weight of Peter's cock in her hand. It must have measured about eleven
    inches long and beyond the amazing length it was almost as thick around
    as a very healthy, fully ripened cucumber. Her feral instincts took
    over and Sharon began to slowly stroke it back and forth, feeling it
    stiffen in her grasp.

    She looked up at Peter once again, as if to say thank you for this
    beautiful cock, but she could not speak. Molten waves of desire,
    pleasure and the staggering need to "service" overwhelmed her. Back
    and forth she stroked that huge cock, causing it to stiffen even
    further, and for a brief moment, she released it from her grasp. It
    pointed straight out from his beautiful body, the massive head weighing
    it down just slightly with the slightest, most sensual arc Sharon could
    have ever dreamed of.
     
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