Showdown in the erogenous zone (Happy Birthday MikeJV!)
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Showdown in the erogenous zone (Happy Birthday MikeJV)
By Ted Mark II
It was hot. Damn hot. Connie admired herself in the smoked mirrored ceiling above her crushed red velvet covered circular bed. She did her whoring out of the 60 foot RV behemoth hooked up for electricity and water behind the Kit Kat club which hunkered down in an old concrete army base HQ at the foot of an on ramp offramp built because Connie all but sucked the balls out of Plymouth Kirby the County Commissioner in this part of Nevada. Before that he had taken offramp that was mostly just a dirt road a half mile up the frontage road along the freeway to get to the old army base. But somehow Ricky Sanborn the owner of the Kit Kat club managed to get the army to deed it over to the county who in turn allowed Ricky and his salvage yard and truck tow to take the HQ as payment for his cleaning up the dangerous waste and scrap metal left in the old army property.
The Kit Kat club had replaced the chicken Ranch as the most famous whorehouse in Nevada. But it was 115 lbs. out although it was a dry heat. And the 30 whores Ricky had work and in the six mobile homes he had linked up like a chain of railroad cars in a freight train were all pumping as hard as the air conditioners this Tuesday afternoon. But the Kit Kat club had a rather infamous bar and a rather well put together stage shows in that most of the girls of the caliber to work in his club also had nightclub routines. Of these fabulous cock sucking machines by far Connie Carolina was the most famous and therefore got her own personal digs.
But we were talking about the dry heat. Let's start talking about the wet heat! Connie was 5'8" tall had long tapered and very muscular athletic stage show dancer legs. These were scissoring out towards the corners of of her bed which by the way had no corners but if they did have corners her heels were kick and pumping like a bicycle rider. Her arms lay down along her sweat covered torso as she pried apart her naked wet thighs one long red fingernail trace in dust dervish circles on her clitoris and the other finger-fucking her vulva like a desperate Texas oilman trying to give a drill one last shot to hit oil!
There are several pertinent physical features that made Connie worth jacking off to. First were those legs they could scissor a Bengal tiger into two pieces. Then we got a start talking about her body sooner or later so we may as well start talking about it now. Connie was 46 years old but had a body that a 35-year-old woman would die for. She had an hourglass figure with wide hips and an ass that was world class, like someone is sliced a basketball in half and slapped it on her tail. And now her knees and ankles were pumping in the air and her hips were curled up so you can see the brown Asterix of her anus puckering like a fish kissing the side of the fishbowl. And her breasts which were originally 38 double D's had just been enhanced to 48 inch G. cup honeys that rolled like bowling balls on her naked ribs as she rolled from side to side moaning and gasping for air.
Connie was marshmallow white and soft all over. She was a flesh feast for the sex fiend. Now she was popping little farts and squirting little shots of urine as she howled her way to an earthshaking orgasm, her scarlet red hair splashed like a main all over her soft pillows.
Many a man had favored her breasts before because they were so white that they were translucent and he can see purple veins and blushes floating like rivers and clouds under the surface of her skin. This was because Connie came from a Spanish background that particular Spanish strain where the women had jet black hair and incredibly translucent quartz like skin. The Connie was born albino so she dyed her hair blood red and war limegreen contact lenses. Connie was admiring her new breasts and her new breast implants in the mirror as she began to buck her way to fleshy joy.
There was only one cloud passing in front of the Sun and moon of the little queendom she ruled. As she slowed down streaming with sweat and licking her lips as if they'd been covered with honey she had a snapshot flashback of a new girl in the club. Alexandria was her name. She was a Mexican looking whore of about 28 years, just as tall as Connie, and she showed up with her implants already. They too were enhanced to 48 inch G. cups and it burned Connie that she had come to work for the first time in the week before she'd gotten her own new breasts so she remembered the way that was before they became the way they is. Connie had killed many women. She was afraid to invite them out into the desert after midnight for a fight. Some she just gunned down in the shower because she liked the way 45 caliber bullets tore through naked wet female flesh and the software packages of female organs. She liked the sound bullets made pounding in the wall behind shuddering naked women. She also like to use knives, slitting strippers like sheep. But this Alexandria deserved an introduction her fists. Her magnificent regal face twisted in hate her huge eagle wing eyebrows arching over her burning eyes and her wide red lips twisting in a cruel smile.
Just as Connie was cupping her three middle fingers of her right hand so she could scoop out the "3 finger poi" of her female juices to gobble down as a little dessert - her mortal enemy, although not declared, Alexandria was watching the soap out of her magnificent heaps of jet black hair standing in the streaming shower in the girls dressing rooms of the Kit Kat club. Her own bronze watermelons of bosom flesh swayed hotly from side to side on her ribs as she leaned over to wipe the soap out of her pubic hair and spend a little time fingering her sex organ, letting the hot shower water burn away at her shoulders.
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