The Conservative Adventures of Ms. Phan {darkest_fate&Dr. Strangelove}

[darkest_fate]

The thudding music pounded in Malai's veins. She swore that its primitive rhythm would soon pick up her own blood flow, carrying it with her, driving her further. She frowned, her gorgeous brow furrowing, plump pink lips pursing. The Asian teenage beauty cast her gaze around the club again.

"Rachel," she called over the music, leaning toward her friend. The leggy blonde had a similar story to Malai's: grown up in the proper way. With private education and a separation from the grimier aspects of life. The pretty blonde was the granddaughter of a Southern senator, while Malai happened to be the daughter of a rising Thai-American businessman. Her father had become a spokesperson for Conservative politics, and she found that his logic made sense more often then not, if only because it protected their business interests. If that meant occasionally saying that those with dark skin were animals, so be it. If that meant faking celibacy before marriage, so be it. If that meant arranging a marriage with a Thai-American rising star politician, so be it. Malai would do what it took to follow her father's footsteps to the hilt. Hence how she fell into Rachel's social circle.

The pretty blonde gave her friend a roll of blue eyes. "Don't worry!" she nearly drawled, tugging on Malai's arm, drawing her further into the dark club with its thudding beat. "This place is just what you need, trust me!"

Malai frowned. Rachel's idea of what she needed often ran counter to reality. For Malai's eighteenth birthday, for example (only a little over a year past now) Rachel had tried to get Malai drunk. Paparazzi had a field day with that, and they'd had to work overtime to smooth things over. Malai's father allowed Rachel in her orbit because of relations, and because he kept insisting that they could control these outbursts.

"I'm still not sure!" called Malai, dark eyes flicking. She brought a hand up, tucking some of her ebony hair behind a pale ear. The Asian beauty had the prenaturally pale skin that sometimes came with her race. Her complexiton was actually whiter than her friend's: near ivory. The black and red of her dress accented it further, as well as hugging her figure. The slight curves were on the lean slide, but they suited her, giving her a beauty that walked the line between sharp and innocent, not unlike Malai herself. The thing that bugged her at the moment, however, was the strange spade upon her lower neck, just above her neckline. The dark marking had a "Q" curving in the middle. Malai had thought she'd seen a similar marking on an anklet Rachel wore, and she wondered what precisely it meant. Rachel had said it was required.

As was the scandalous lingerie that Malai hid under the dress. Given her black tights, she did need thin panties, that was certain. And the fabric let her softly rounded ass show in the pencil designed red skirt. She still wasn't sure about the top part of the dress either: the translucent fabric seemed to enhance her paleness. God, and the heels: thank God she had experience walking with those.

Rachel had insisted though. And she tugged insistently now, dragging her friend further into the club. This was her celebration, a way for Malai to cut loose in safety before she got married and had to settle down. Necessary, Rachel insisted.

"And you're gonna love it!"

As if all this weren't enough, one more thing bothered Malai. She bent over to her friend, stage-whispering: "There are a lot of nig---black people here," she said, eyes flicking. In point of fact, she wasn't sure she saw any males that weren't black. Odd.

Rachel giggled. "Stop worrying!" she said, before waving toward a bartender. She'd already sent the messages, let the locals know. And she gave her friend's dress a slight tug, helping to make the temporary spade tattoo just a little more visible, put the pale Asian princess a little more into the limelight.

 

[Dr. Strangelove]

Malai looked a bit out of place in this venue...a bit, or completely. While the young woman was certainly a jaw-dropping beauty that made eyes turn wherever she went, this did not mean she was a very sexual person at all - rumour had it that in high school, she was ranked #1 in the preferences of her male colleagues but due to her strict behaviour and social norms, she did not sleep with any of them. Her old friend Rachel, though, was her polar opposite, and would not waste a single chance to live a sexual encounter if it promised to be fun and outrageous. If nearly 90% of the guys in their high school wanted to fuck Malai, pretty much the same proportion managed to fuck Rachel.

But those days were gone now. Malai had been raised like the most impossibly accurate cliché that anyone had ever heard about wealthy Asians. Pretty much every box ticked, from the fancy private school where she met Rachel to the strict and loveless relationship with her powerful father, a figure known to society, and not necessarily for good reasons. Now that Malai was engaged to be married to a man of an identical stratum, both physical and social, Rachel thought that it was time Malai would enjoy something she had never truly enjoyed before. Rachel was often Malai's confident and she was very much aware that her sexual experiences were tame, to say the least, and that her marriage was mostly based on economic reasons...while there could be some kind of physical attraction somewhere, love was not in the equation. A perfect clichéd arranged marriage between two wealthy families.

This is where Rachel's two major components conjugated: her position as Malai's friend and confident, who wants her best...and her uncontrollable sexual lust and craving for outrageous experiences. It had been nearly two years since they finished high school and in that amount of time, Rachel had collected an amount of experiences that would put 99.9% of women on Earth to shame. It was Rachel who selected this venue for Malai's pre-wedding party...it was not a bachelorette party, there was no large group of girl friends, no pink antennas, no challenges...this was just about two best friends enjoying some time together. And to make sure Malai would have an unforgettable experience, Rachel brought her to The Spade, a place so elusive, so secretive that was not listed anywhere and only a small circle of people had ever heard of.

Malai was certainly in no position to be aware of The Spade...but most people don't have a friend like Rachel. After handpicking an alluring outfit for Malai, Rachel made sure she would give her friend a temporary tattoo, something necessary to fully enjoy all the benefits of The Spade. As one towering and extremely fit black man in his mid-20s approached Malai with a seductive look on his face, he could almost make out the spade tattoo on her neck. Rachel had all this planned out, she even arranged with the club's management to slip a new kind of arousing drug in Malai's drink, not too much but enough to slowly increase her libido and reduce her self-control. It would not take long until the first effects would become visible.

"Are you the gorgeous wedding girl I heard about?", the man asked her in his perfectly experimented voice tone as he invaded her personal space, his eyes locked on her, exuding sexuality without even touching her just yet. Of course he knew who she was...Rachel was a regular in The Spade and she made sure to book the venue exclusively for Malai...not only that, she told them nearly everything they needed to know about her alluring friend, but of course there had to be some theatrics involved. This man's mission was the hardest in the whole evening: get Malai's motor running and after everything he learned about her from Rachel, this was certainly a challenge but not an impossible one.

 

[darkest_fate]

Every one of Malai's nerves danced. The beautiful Asian woman simply did not get into circumstances of this nature. The dress alone pushed boundaries, the panties further, and temporary tattoos? Malai was already wondering if perhaps a simple "no" would've sufficed, though she'd have wagered that Rachel would've been quite insistent. The vivacious blonde had said something about going all out, pulling out stops, making sure that Malai not only enjoyed herself, but had the kind of night she would always remember. and since nearly every escapade with Rachel ended in such a similar manner, well, Malai could hardly find herself arguing that.

Now, however, as a large man approached her in a dark club, she had to wonder. Her body instinctively stiffened, muscles locking as a primitive flight or fight reflex kicked in. Finely manicured nails clenched together, before releasing into something akin to claws. Those sharp, soft grey eyes flicked upward at the man, having to strain slightly to see his face. Malai was tall, particularly for her race, but this man managed to top her by quite abit, enough that she felt her head instinctively tilting backward. The gesture caused more ebon hair to sway, just grazing ivory flesh. Malai reached up to knock it back, unconsciously putting her QoS tattoo on display.

Her pink lips furrowed. "Yes?" she called, eyes flicking toward Rachel, who was already nodding with near manic enthusiasm. Malai had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. Was this what Rachel thought would be so upending? Flirting with black guys who didn't stand a chance of getting anywhere? Just looking at them nearly made Malai's gut curl, and she could recall the social media frenzy her father had went through just a few months before. That whole animal comment had been taken wildly out of proportion by the liberal media, as they always did. Her father wasn't racist. They were Thai for crying out loud! And Malai definitely wasn't racist either. She could at least meet his eyes. Offer him a friendly smile.

"And who are you supposed to be?" she asked. Her gaze flicked about, but it seemed like Rachel had disappeared. Odder still, Malai was fairly certain that her friend had her cell phone: something about making sure she couldn't contact anyone else. Where had the blonde gotten off to?

Well, to make sure people knew just who the hot and sexy Asian was. Soon messages would be going: Conservative wunderkund Malai Phan, yes, that Malai Phan. All here and spaded up, ready to go.

 

[Dr. Strangelove]

There was nobody in there who did not know who Malai was. Thanks to Rachel's very regular...visits...to The Spade, she was in very good terms (to say the least) with everyone in that venue and she had more than enough time to brief them on her best friend and how to loosen her up. Now that the wheels were in motion, Rachel thought it was the time to disappear and temporarily take Malai's phone with her - she might, after all, have a sudden change of mind and want to storm off, it had happened before in other encounters, but Rachel prepared everything to the last detail, including the perfect moment to leave the room, perhaps to say hello to some of her Spade friends...

"You can call me James...", he answered in a lower, seductive voice as his face leaned towards her ear, just on the right moment to see her QoS tattoo on her neck. If they needed any other sign, this was it, Malai's bearing of the Queen of Spades tattoo gave her the right to enjoy all of the privileges of The Spade without any limit. Just as he saw the tattoo, he placed his large hands on her waist, drawing her towards him for a close dance. While he was certainly physically powerful, he struck just the perfect balance between a gentle and a determined touch...he was not forcing Malai to dance, but he was being persuasive enough and so far, no visitor to this venue ever rebuked him for it.

"You are such a beautiful woman...", he added as he drew her near, recalling what Rachel said that Malai hated being referred to as a "girl", as it made her feel like she was still a kid. Malai craved for the respect of everyone and in some situations, she would not hesitate to lash out if she felt someone was not treating her with the deference she thought she deserved, some called her 'a self-entitled spoiled brat'. "I love your hair..., he then added, as Rachel had pointed out that Malai was often insecure about her hair, so any overall positive comment about it was certain to make her more receptive. The feel of the lace on her sleeves and the crack on her dress only accentuated the growing lust that Malai was inspiring with her dancer. The two were now in the very centre of the dance floor, with the music suddenly turning slower, in order to allow for a closer approach. Soon enough, the substance included in Malai's drink would slowly start to make an effect and she would feel a bit more relaxed but until then, there was still some work to do.

"Your friend told me you prefer this kind of music...", he added, as his arm swayed around Malai's perfect waist, getting ready for a slower, intimate dance as the music now allowing him to hear the sound of her luxurious high heels clacking against the floor. As James and his sculpted body completely dominated Malai's line of sight, she was unaware of all the silent looks she was getting from all the other black men in the club. What she also didn't notice, worried as she was with making group judgments, rather than looking at each of them as an individual, is how fit and burly they were, almost like an entire team of professional athletes, almost like machines perfected to perform...

 

[darkest_fate]

The name rumbled down, nearly making Malai quiver. Just something in that voice, it had a deep rumble that she couldn't help but appreciate. Sure, James wasn't her type: most of her boyfriends tended more toward the upright, conservative appearance, and they'd never have as dark of skin, but she couldn't quite deny the deep voice. "Malai," she replied, offering a quick smile and an extended hand, as if he hadn't already all but confessed to knowing her name. She could feel his arms circling her, felt his heavy touch upon her waist. That made her stiffen, more reflex, more of a desire to bolt shooting through her.

You're not racist. She relaxed, forcing herself to simply give in, for now. Dancing she could handle, certainly. The music... well, it did inspire movement, Malai had to give it that much. So she could sway to it, sway and listen while this dark man offered her compliments. The next had her pink lips twitching. Of course he found her appealing: what man wouldn't? The next comment would undoubtedly be about her butt, from what she knew of this culture. Yes, he'd say how she had a tight little Asian booty. As well she should: Malai spent a lot of time sculpting her body, performing various intricate exercises to improve flexibility and fitness.

Ah, there it came: I love your... hair? That had Malai jerking. She looked up at him, brows furrowed slightly. Had she misheard? Really, Malai wasn't that self conscious about her hair. It was just... dark, almost ebony. She knew she looked good, and she'd actually styled her hair herself (which was about the only thing she'd been "allowed' to prep herself). The compliment was nice, she supposed.

Malai found herself moving more slowly, and she realized belatedly that the music changed. That had her frowning, that furrow returning. "I do..." she allowed, glancing around. She felt his hand tightening, moving about her waist, keeping her locked to him. The heels made it easy enough for her to keep moving, though she was thankful for her practice in walking with the things. They kept gently clicking. This was... not what she was expecting, particularly not from something Rachel had set up. Technically the Asian princess hadn't even gotten a drink, let alone seen anything scandalous.

Maybe that was it? Just challenge her perceptions and let her dance? Malai extended her lithe, ivory arms, threading hands around the back of James' head, figuring she might as well play along with it for the time being. No harm in that, surely.

 

[Dr. Strangelove]

The first hurdle had been cleared, Malai was now in the arms of this black man, something she would have never agreed to in other circumstances but there she was...and not just anyone, every detail about his body seemed to have been sculpted to be sexually appealing, the kind that one would see in commercials for expensive clothing of perfumes. Now that their bodies were much closer to each other and that with each passing second, James would pull her in closer and closer, Malai was now finally starting to navigate through this evening.

"Malai...what a beautiful name..., he whispered at her, his breath hitting her ear as every passing moment brought them closer and closer, quite an achievement considering that just a few minutes ago Malai was ready to diss everyone in the room. Naturally, he already knew this, the perks of having Rachel as The Spade's best and most frequently returning client.

He stroked her hair, knowing how much she loved having her hair felt...there was something silky about her long hair, she certainly spent a lot of time working on it and now James was taking full advantage of it as one of his hands roamed through Malai's long, beautiful hair, while his other arm pulled her closer and closer...

By the time their bodies were pretty much rubbing each other, he held one of her hands gently and invited her to feel his solid abs under his shirt, knowing full well that there was very little chance she would have felt a fitter body recently. Again, his touch hit just the perfect spot, persuasive but not aggressive, the perfect momentum to convince Malai into something. "Do you like fit boys, Malai?", he whispered again, his waist now getting into contact with hers and with full awareness that she often complained about her fiancé being completely out of shape. As the dance went on, he had brought Malai's fingers to touch his lower abs and was now gently encouraging her to go higher.

 

[darkest_fate]

If the sexy Asian teen noticed anything about the situation, it didn't show. She kept swaying, kept dancing, finding that she was enjoying herself... some. her stomach still twisted somewhat in knots, and she did still wonder where precisely Rachel had gone. But she could hear this tall, dark, handsome stranger raining more compliments down upon her with an effortlessness that she had to admit was fairly impressive. Plus, who didn't appreciate hearing a compliment about their name? Particularly when said name happened to be more than a little... unusual for the area.

However, she did have to wonder about the motions. The stroking of her hair had her brow furrowing. She reached up, intercepting it a few times, moving to brush aside her own hair. "Don't," she finally said after a bit," you'll get oils in it," which was actually somewhat true, and particularly worrisome considering how much she'd conditioned it. Malai had wanted to give the long ebony strands some shine, and her work showed even in the Spade's low light.

The focus upon her hair did distract her from their proximity, so much that she didn't realize they'd all but pressed against one another until he raised her hand to touch his abs. That made her start, particularly as the hardness registered beneath her tips. She found her hand roaming for a few moments, simply feeling the almost inhuman strength that lay just behind those muscles. That rippling dark flesh held quite the physique, didn't it? The question caught her attention, made her start. She had been somewhat concerned about her fiance's condition, particularly since she herself had all that yoga and flexibility practice.

The question now though, it had her brow furrowing. "Some," she allowed. She could feel the hand moving and she used it to push ,creating a little more distance. Their bodies separated slightly, and Malai felt a little more air going between them. She frowned, looking around. "I should probably find my friend..." she said, wondering just where the hell Rachel had went. Wait, there she was--dancing with two men? Malai's brow furrowed as she tried to get a better look, attempting to unravel herself from the insistent dark stranger.

 

[Dr. Strangelove]

Despite showing some hesitation, Malai was on the right track as far as her visit to The Spade was concerned. James managed to warm her up and he was not completely done with her just yet. As she finally spotted Rachel again, it appeared her friend was having quite a good time, dancing with two equally fit and muscular men, of a taller and burlier build than James...not only that, Rachel was enjoying herself at a level Malai would never dream of, the two male bodies enjoying the lascivious moves of the leggy blonde and following suit, as she seemed to be filled both with lust and with fun.

James realized Malai was not entirely ready yet, so he stepped up the game a little bit. When she turns her back on him, though still with his arms around her, he placed both his hands on her shoulders and started to slowly run them down her body as she observed Rachel's very intense dancing with two other men. "Your friend dances really well...", he whispered, in an attempt to stir up some jealousy that could make Malai follow a similar path. Usually she was not jealous of Rachel, as far as personal relationships go the two girls lived in different worlds but under the right circumstances and conjugation of events, it could be possible that Malai would be jealous of Rachel and perhaps James could capitalize on this.

If at first James approached Malai with a more 'professional' attitude, by now the extremely alluring Asian girl in her sexy dress had gotten his lust running and he was not going to waste this opportunity. "Perhaps you can dance better than her...?", he added as a challenge, as the two men were now enjoying Rachel's almost completely bare thigh rubbing against them in move that was pouring lust all over. James' arms were holding her closer once again and feeling the lace of her dress in an ever more intense way, just as he let her feel his ripped abs against her back. Now that she was on her back, James also had a privileged view of the crack on her dress and followed the length of her sexy leg under her elegant stockings...Malai definitely propped herself up for this visit to The Spade and this man was certainly enjoying it, as she was seemed one of the sexiest girls to have visited the venue in recent times.

 

[darkest_fate]

Just what was Rachel doing? Malai almost felt like they were back in high school, with Rachel off dancing with boys while Malai tried to talk to someone, anyone. The blonde was even grinding in a way that made it seem like she hadn't gotten fucked in months, when Malai all but knew otherwise (Rachel talked). The situation just made Malai want to give up and go home at this point, or possibly throw a fit and yell at her so called friend.

The whisper had Malai glaring up at James. "She grinds really well, you mean," she replied, not caring how catty it sounded. Malai shot her friend a quick glare. It turned from "quick" into "prolonged" as Rachel kept right on grinding, undulating her body and all but having upright sex with the man on the dance floor. Honestly, Malai didn't know how her friend could do it, particularly not with a black guy. Sure they were... big, and hard, and strong, and if they were anything like James, that had that whole... manly business going on that hit nicely with Malai's... interests. But still.

The challenge had Malai blinking up at James. When had they turned? He still had hold of her, but now his arms were almost circling her, her back against his front. She could almost feel his rippling abdomen along her smooth back, and his new posture could let him get a nice look at the fake spade along Malai's lower neck, almost offering up its teasing promise. But that challenge, it had Malai's grey eyes looking up at her dance partner. "I don't grind," she informed him, looking back to Rachel, seeing the undulation. Malai wasn't doing much more than swaying, albeit the beautiful Asian still had a slightly enchanting look to her as she did.

"I need a drink," she mumbled, trying to work herself out from James' arms and head to the bar. Ugh, this was definitely not fun. "Why the hell did Rachel bring me here?" muttered Malai under her breath, her mood darkening, and not likely in a way her dance partner wanted.

 

[Dr. Strangelove]

There was no point for Malai to try to compete with Rachel as far as sex and seduction were concerned - Rachel was light years ahead of her on this and while this was supposed to be Malai's night alone, Rachel couldn't help herself but having a bit of fun, perhaps she was doing this with the best of intentions in order to motivate Malai into loosening herself up, but just like it happened so many times before, here Malai and Rachel were in different dimensions, despite sharing the same physical space.

James giggled slightly with Malai's answer, "You don't have to grind, Malai...", he whispered, understanding that she had a completely different personality compared to Rachel's, "you can just do as you feel like...". As she tried to walk towards the bar, he decided to follow suit, though not without keeping his hand holding hers as she walked towards the bar. It was clear that something was not going well with Malai now and a new action was needed, so James signaled at the two men to send Rachel over, interrupting their erotic dance just when their two enormous bulges were clearly visible in their pants and making them slightly annoyed at James for interrupting their little reunion.

James' expression when Rachel looked was one that indicated Malai was not in the best of moods...but they had gone through this, it was not the first time Malai had a negative reaction of this kind and they had a plan in the case she would lose interest. Rachel was prepared for this kind of situation and she mentioned this was bound to happen. Perhaps a drink would be welcome, he seemed to signal Rachel as she approached, "We need to stimulate her a bit", he told Rachel, in a way that Malai would not hear, while one of his arms was slowly stroking her waist. "She needs to warm up a bit more...if I can get her just a little bit over the edge, it will be perfect", he added to Rachel, recovering his more 'professional' attitude, almost as if he was talking about a roadmap, which was not too far from the truth.

 

[darkest_fate]

The whispers just about had Malai rolling her eyes. She was again reminded of how very much she didn't like people like James. Not... not black people, but just... club going people, yes. The crass sort that just readily engaged in behavior like that. they were just... there was something off about them. And no, Malai wasn't somewhat intrigued or excited about it at all. The slight flush she felt had nothing to do with the strange situation or the fact that James kept right up with her without even breaking stride. Then again, she had heels on, so she wasn't moving quite as fast as she could.

Rachel actually beat them to the bar, mostly because people were more willing to part for the blonde than her Asian friend. She had already signaled for drinks, knowing that they had to get Malai to open up. The uptight Asian was bound to need help to unwind. Rachel had worried that would happen, particularly if the music was off or James didn't quite strike the right cord with her. She was surprised, however, to see that Malai wasn't completely shrugging off the black guy's touch. That had Rachel wondering for just a moment.

"Show some skin," she suggested. She beamed as the drinks appeared, sliding one over to Malai. "Don't you think he should, like, take off his shirt or something?" she asked, jerking her head toward the larger black guy. "he's got an absolutely killer body."

Malai took the drink, holding it loosely in her fingers. She glanced toward James, eyes scanning again, the look with just a touch of skepticism. She took a sip of her drink, pausing after, no doubt noticing the slight burn as it went down. Rachel had made certain to ask for a "starter dose" of the Spade special, though even she couldn't quite remember what it was supposed to do to someone. She'd already taken hers shortly after breaking off from her friend, and about now was another grind away from cumming herself. But it was Malai they needed to get off. The beautiful, grey eyed Asian so had a freak lurking just under the surface. Nobody could be that wound up for that long without some repercussions.

"And you said Rachel, reaching out to lightly push her friend, "need to loosen up! Seriously! I know," Rachel beamed at James, leaning against the bar. "You take off your shirt," she pointed up at him, "and she'll kiss you nice and long on the lips."

"Rachel!"

"C'mon," Rachel nudged. "It's just a kiss, right? You did say you wanted to have some fun!"

Malai rolled her eyes, then let them scan the large black man again. She bit her lip, tapping her arm, but finally rolled them again, nodding a few times. Why not? It was just a kiss. And if she kissed a black guy, then people could stop giving her shit about being racist. She did finish off that shot first though, to give her a little boost of courage.

 

[Dr. Strangelove]

Rachel definitely knew her friend very well and tonight she was using that to make sure Malai would have an unforgettable night. The suggestion James should take his shirt off was unexpected, just like it was typical of Rachel to do unexpected things. The Spade's special shot should get Malai to loosen a bit but it won't do all the work, some kind of stimulation needs to be presented and perhaps a glimpse of James' bare torso will get Malai's motor running.

Even more unexpected was Rachel's challenge for Malai to kiss him. It certainly got everyone around them interested, though in order to minimize damages they tried to act like they were not following the talk. James gave Malai a slightly malicious smile and proceeded to quickly unbutton his shirt and reveal his sculpted torso right in front of the beautiful Asian girl, allowing her to see almost every shape and detail, as far as the light in the room allowed and it really was much more like what was seen in fancy commercials than what most people are used to see in their everyday lives.

He did not just throw his shirt back, he walked towards Malai, held her hand after she finished her shot and brought it to his pecs, allowing her to feel, once more, just how perfectly shaped he was, like he had just come out of a sculptor's hands after every detail has been finished.

"What do you think, Malai...?", he asked her suavely, his eyes locked on hers as his hand made her hand journey across his chest, while Rachel seemed to be eager for their kiss to materialize. James would not be the one starting it, that would have to be up to Malai, but he could certainly put some subtle pressure on her as he was now dominating her field of vision, making an effort to lock his eyes on hers and not look down at her sexy legs, as the bottom of her dress had risen quite a bit more than she would be willing to show, earning some more discreet attention and looks from the other men in the room who were getting more and more fascinated by this beauty.

 

[darkest_fate]

The drink bubbled in Malai's stomach, working its magic. Depending on the mixture, the Spade Intro shot could simply loosen a girl up... or it could start playing with her hormones, setting them awry. Every woman wanted to mate with a man in the end, or, well, nearly every woman. That biological need existed deeply nestled within. so sometimes the shot... helped. It would call to those more primitive motions, and was said to even outright increase fertility. And the increased fertility often spiked arousal to almost painful levels.... which is possibly part of why Rachel rode nearly every man in the room at some point.

Tonight was about her friend. Said friend's grey eyes were locked on that impressive chest. She watched as buttons moved, baring more and more of the lush, dark skin beneath. Those muscles were the kind that made knees go weak, and while Malai had always been about pretty boys... even she couldn't help but feel a little swoony (or was that the shot?) She licked her lips as she scanned, starting to wonder if this well built specimen wasn't Rachel's gift to her.

Again his hand came to hers. And again she was running her hand over his chest. This time, her hand moved, running those finely manicured nails along him, letting her fingers touch. "It's pretty impressive,' she admitted. Her eyes flicked, and she realized his eyes had locked with hers. The petite Asian woman kept her hand moving, but her grey eyes seemed frozen upon his, as if he had captured her there. She didn't realize that there were stares, not least of all Rachel's. She didn't notice that her dress had started to show the tops of her stockings, where translucent black gave way to pale white. She didn't notice the next drink arriving where her old had been mostly finished.

"I think you owe James a kiss," said Rachel, giving her friend a bump. Malai rolled her eyes, but she looked up at James. She had agreed to that... hadn't she? her lips parted slightly, but there was that hesitation... just the briefest bit of it now though.

 

[Dr. Strangelove]

It was clear that The Spade's special had something...well, special...about it - Malai's expression seemed to change quickly enough, as if someone had given her a gentle push and part of her concerns had disappeared. Rachel knew the dose she had ordered for the first drink, just enough to get Malai warmed up and more receptive to flirting, but if that would fail a second drink could do the trick. Of course on someone as experienced as Rachel, it would take more than just two shots of The Spade's special to get her lust boiling but then, Rachel already had a naturally boiling lust, the drink would only help her do even more outrageous things, Malai was operating at a different scale here.

Unaware to her, she was showing a lot more than she would like to and it was nearly impossible to avoid looking at her elegant legs, especially at the marvelous detail of her stockings at the top and how they turned into her fair skin. One of the men in the club, protected by the cloak of darkness that was covering part of the room, could lock his eyes from his position towards the stool where Malai was sitting and had a perfect glimpse of her luxurious panties, reinforcing the view that Malai is a girl who looks after herself and that any man who takes her to bed will be treated to an impressive spectacle of a woman.

James was now leaning forward, his lips almost upon Malai's, as she hesitated slightly and did not complete her move, as if she interrupted her movement for an unclear reason. Unwilling to let this momentum die and to prevent the whole evening from collapsing, James decided in a quick moment to continue and barely after Malai stopped, he leaned in further and brought his fleshy lips to hers starting a long, slow movement where with each passing moment, he seemed to subtly invade Malai ever more, passing the initial seconds as he started to slide his tongue looking for Malai's while his muscular arms embraced her completely around her back. Perhaps she still needed another "special" after this, just to make sure, seemed to be the words in the faces of the observers but James was certainly trying to make this moment count.

 

[darkest_fate]

Just like that, Malai found herself swept into an erotic romance novel. The hulking man, shirt removed, pectorals rippling, bent over the beautiful conservative girl who wouldn't dare cheat on her bethrothed. She felt his lips descend upon hers as if they were his territory. The connection poured liquid fire into Malai's mouth. It burned, drizzling heat into her bloodstream, bubbling her arousal further. The embers she hadn't known existed fanned a little hotter, squirming, giving that lucky viewer even more of a shot of exquisite pantie, a pair that cost more than some men made in a week (soon to be drenched in Asian beauty cream).

The heat made Malai's head spin. Her arms clasped against his chest, fingers splaying working to hold herself. She felt her back pressing against the bar, whether pushed by James or guided by Rachel or even pushed there herself, she could say. She did know that the bar jutted against her back, while her lips parted before this man. Yes, part: her mouth opened, letting his tongue explore inside. More of that delicious heat poured into her. It tightened her chest, fluttered her heart, flushed her cheeks. Malai's head spun. She scrambled, grabbing at his still open shirt for purchase. Fingers curled, and her eyes fluttered, just seeing the engagement ring on the left.

Right, right. She had to---to pull back. Malai pulled away slightly, her pink lips kiss-stung, the slight swelling showing. Those grey eyes still seemed to smolder ever so slightly, with just a hint of glazed fire behind them. The Asian beauty swallowed, patting James. "I---that was nice," she said, swallowing. A black person, she just kissed a black person who wasn't her husband. Malai tried to pull away then, suddenly in desperate need of that drink.

And Rachel was making sure she got another necessary does of the Spade's introductory course right along with it. Let's get those hormones flowing and start Malai down her path to her new life.

 

[Dr. Strangelove]

James tried to put as much passion and energy as possible into this kiss, knowing that it would probably not take very long given Malai's hesitancy and her previously displayed awkwardness, but The Spade's special could work wonders sometimes, especially on someone who had never taken it before. His tongue could slide into Malai's mouth and enjoy the touch of her own tongue in a short but lustful kiss where James tried to make sure Malai could get as much of him possible, bringing his torso closer to her and trying to create an exclusive space for both of them. Of course Malai was not the first girl to kiss James - in fact, in the overall count of women who had visited The Spade, one kiss was the most tame thing they had ever done - but he finally convinced himself that her visit would not be in vain. Before that he'd had wild and insane sexual encounters with Rachel, one of the most sex-starved girls he had ever met, partly due to that "special" drink, but mostly to her own lust...Malai, though, was different and he was now genuinely lusting for her, Malai's state preventing her from seeing the massive bulge growing in his pants.

It was no surprise when she decided to end the kiss and it was no surprise either to find she couldn't believe herself at what she just did...but again, they proved it was possible to awaken some lust in Malai's body and that was about to open the gates for what would come next, as the second shot awaited her. The visual spectacle did not disappear either, it was like Malai didn't even realize her thighs were all on display and people around her could practically see her panties. Maybe it was for the best, not only would everyone enjoy that spectacle for a while longer, but pointing it out to her would probably have the opposite effect and make her storm out of the venue. And besides, who could tell this beautiful girl to cover up when the show looks so good?

"Malai...you are simply marvelous..., James whispered at her just as she brought an end to the kiss. It was unclear whether she fully grasped what he said or not, she seemed to have one million things going through her head but now that the momentum was rolling faster than ever, they could not simply take the risk of Malai deciding she would leave. "Can you get her to take her second drink? Is it stronger than the first?", asked one of the men with whom Rachel was so erotically dancing a few minutes ago, already eager for what will come next. "I want to see that dress off her...I want to see her sweet lingerie...I bet she has better taste than you", said the third man in a jokeful tone at Rachel's ear before grabbing her bare thigh from behind, some lust still running through those bodies after their sizzling dance was interrupted.

 

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Heat rose up within Malai, flushing the pretty Asian. She found herself fighting the urge to fan herself after parting, certain that would both give away how affecting the kiss had been as well as give them ample opportunity to tease her. The whispered compliment simply had her flush darkening a little further. "Bet you say that to all the girls you kiss," she insisted, again working to extract herself from him. Her motions were decidedly weaker this time around, less someone disgusted with themselves or their partner and more someone who simply wanted a break, a breather. Unfortunately for her little audience, Malai also recognized that her already shirt skirt had rolled up further, showing off the tops of her stockings.

When her old partners came back, Rachel clearly wanted to rub against them some more. Her own arousal, heightened further by the fact that her fussy, conservative friend was currently kiss-flushed and adjusting her skirt, spiked terribly. The query had her smirking. "Babe, I'm trying to get her set up with the Princess special," she said, giving another wink. Said special would amp the drinker's hormones to almost ridiculous levels. In women it created that inner urge to fuck, more importantly to get fucked deep (which usually took a big, black dick in Rachel's experience). The alcohol would give it more of a boost, but the hormonal change would be undeniable. It also had a slight chance of longer lasting effects: increasing cycles and making the target just alittle... looser. It was supposed to be a drink that any girl got once they had made the decision to become a Queen of Spades. After all, that meant being ready to spread for big, black dick whenever.

So what if Malai was having that decision made for her?

"You bet your sweet ass she does," agreed Rachel, ordering the Princess special. "Uptight bitch has only been with, like Asians before. Got some pureblood complex," she giggled, moving back to nibble the man's ear before sliding over. The drink appeared, and soon Rachel was pressing it into her friend's hands.

Malai mumbled her thanks, taking a swig of the drink, not knowing what it was likely to do to her, assuming the bartender followed suit. "That was crazy," she whispered, ducking down. "I mean... he's black!"

"Yeah, and built like a fucking model," whispered Rachel back. "Guy wants in your tiny Thai panties bad."

That had Malai rolling her eyes, taking another drink. She swirled the liquid, studying it. While she did, Rachel gave James another smiling signal: they were well on their way now. Conversion eminent.

 

[Dr. Strangelove]

The three men around Malai were now getting aroused beyond the point of no return, especially James, whose enormous cock shape could now be clearly seen through his pants...and he was standing right in front of Malai but by now, her morals were not working as correctly as before. Rachel's dirty talk about her friend only made the flames of lust burn even harder and create the dirtiest images possible in their minds. Had Rachel used those words with Malai before the drinks, she would have probably felt outraged and stormed off the club...but something was happening to Malai, facilitated by those drinks, true, but it was not the drinks' alone...

As she finished her second special, a feeling of anticipation took over the three men, as well as Rachel. "Go ahead, James...test her, I think she's all yours", one of them said to James, still discreetly enough just in case the drink did not do its full effect. Feeling confident with the experience of someone who's had dozens of similar cases in his arms, James patiently waited for Malai to finish her shot, then gave her yet another malicious smile and told her: "I think you will become one of our biggest favourites here at The Spade, Malai...". Unaware to Malai, who at this point was starting to make a different understanding of reality, other men around the club were following the situation develop with great interest, all of them eager to get their hands on their stunning beauty whose moral level was hopefully on its way to be erased beyond recognition.

Just as James finished those words and reading her eyes, he leaned forward for yet another kiss, this time pushing his tongue right away into Malai's mouth as he placed himself directly between the Asian beauty and the bar counter, not giving her any room to escape...not that she seemed like she wanted to escape, under the effect of those diabolical drinks anyway. As he kissed her with more intensity and in a more invasive manner than before, he decided that in order to push her over the edge, he would need to take a risk before another drink would be necessary. James then brought his hands to her thighs and started feeling the fabric of her luxury stockings...they probably cost more than the shoes of most girls out there and the touch of their fabric was enough to send the message to James that Malai was definitely someone special, as he moved his hands along her thighs, reaching the hem of her stockings and fondling her ass cheeks under her dress, his tongue eagerly exploring Malai's mouth while the two men gazed in satisfaction, one of them whispering at Rachel "I hope she's gonna be a bigger slut than you, babe..." while his monstrous cock rubbed Rachel's ass from behind his pants.

 

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Something broiled within Malai. She could feel the drink almost churning, mixing with her already present arousal. The situation was just so... naughty. her, there, when she was due to be engaged soon. The black man with his thick body teasing against her. She dressed in a sultry outfit. The thudded music pulsating in her veins, quickening her pulse with each passing moment. She finished off the rest of her second drink as the thoughts roiled inside her, unknowingly sealing her fate, not just for that night, but for the rest of her life. For the short term, that Princess would amplify Malai's desires. If they fucked her well, it may very well embed itself into her bloodstream permanently, turning her into the sort of woman who could only be a truly proper Queen of Spades.

The smile caught her attention, and Malai looked up at James. "What makes you say that?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. Her grey eyes swept, seeing a handful of men around her. Dark hands were already sliding across her friend's flesh in a possessive manner, almost confusing the pretty Asian. Then she looked back up at the man in front of her, his eyes locking into hers.

A tongue took her mouth. Malai groaned, eyelids fluttering as she felt the kiss starting to take its claim. Liquid lust drizzled down her throat, mixing with the drugged cocktail they'd already given her. It pulled at her insides, demanded filling, demanded sex. It drew her arms upward, letting them thread around the man's neck. It made her lips part before him, another throaty moan rumbling out of her, pressing into his insistent lips. She felt that heat pulsating below. Her chest grew tight, her sex starting to tingle. Fuck, this is turning me on, fluttered across her mind.

She felt him pin her, and she groaned. Eyelids fluttered, hands raised about her. Her leg almost lifted as he reached down to start teasing along the stocking. She lifted her hips, encouraging the hand to slide across her barely clad ass.

Chuckling, Rachel ground back, encouraged by the sight and the situation. "I gave her a shot of Princess, babe," she whispered, leaning against her man. her hand started working. "Fuck that Asian bitch right and she'll be mewling for black cock and just black from here on out. And sir,' she leaned up, almost purring into his ear, "that bitch is going to be tight. I'm telling you: nothing but tiny Asian dicks in there." Tight and ripe, if the drug pumping through her worked like it should.

 

[Dr. Strangelove]

The contrast between Malai's expression and overall body language was now absolutely staggering when compared to the awkward and uncomfortable woman she seemed to be just 30 minutes before. Thanks to this Spade "special" and Princess drink and to James' work on her, Malai was now ripe to be taken, this girl who had never done anything wild in her life and who would never even think of having any experience with a black man, was now surrounded by several of them with monstrous cocks and she seemed to be more and more receptive to what they wanted to do to her.

"Hmmm...I remember the first time you had a Princess, babe...", the man rubbing Rachel from behind says, "It took ten of us to calm you down, turned you into the wildest little white slut I had ever seen", he adds as he holds Rachel's hand and brings it under his pants, letting her feel his fully erect 11" naked cock. "You think that sexy little Thai bitch can handle this much meat, babe?", he whispers at Rachel, encouraging her to feel how massive and hard his cock was, normal for Rachel's standards nowadays but outrageously gigantic for Malai's extremely tight womanhood.

James was now fully dedicated to Malai. As their extremely erotic and lascivious kiss continued, his hands roamed around her alluring body freely, feeling her all over the spots where she would normally never let another man touch her. He was not just touching her all over, he was claiming her body and she was delivering herself to him. As his hands went around her back and unhooked her bra, he worked himself around her top and pulled it aside, exposing her beautiful and rather large breasts below her fancy black lace without any opposition, only to have his hand then move towards between her legs and start rubbing her pussy through her fancy lingerie, much to the delight of the small crowd around them.

As an ultimate test, James' other hand held Malai's and brought it to his own 10" and rock hard cock, helping her hand to his phallus under his pants and inviting her to feel it. She had never even seen a cock that size, let alone touch it, according to Rachel the largest dick Malai ever had was just 5" long and of a relatively small girth. He then whispered, as the music volume went down a bit, "Do you want this cock shoved into you like the wild little sexy Thai slut that you are, Malai...?", before licking her neck. The others could not hear his words but there was not much ambiguity about his expression when he said them. The second man around Rachel can't contain his devilish smile, whispering at the blonde girl: "I can't wait till James loosens her up a bit...then I can ram this big boy into her...", he said, pointing at his gigantic 12" cock. Rachel had done them all before many times, she could take them almost like they were lollipops by now...but Malai? It would be the most incredible show to watch her getting completely stretched and craving it...and that moment was only getting closer.

 

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Teasing words and the oh so delicious memory of taking that drug made Rachel's body quiver. The hot blonde reached down, gripping onto the freed cock as if it were her favorite plaything. Within moments her hand had started churning, pumping and stroking him with the sort of vigor generally reserved for porn stars. The hot little blonde arched her body, rubbing her tight and tightly clad ass up against him, grinding her hot little form upon his. As she did her head lolled back, lips pointed toward his. "No way," she told him bluntly, giggling, "she's gonna get streeetched."

For now Malai's ideals were being stretched. The poor conservative Asian girl could feel black lips upon her. They kept pouring arousal into her, drugging her more intensely than she'd ever felt. The raw desire seeped into her body, though unwilling to the gorgeous Asian, the Princess did most of the work. Tongue and drug worked in tandem, telling a fine, tight Asian body that it was time to breed. When hands drifted behind her, Malai's form arched, the delicate ivory bowing slightly. She felt the fabric at her chest giving way and let a groan slide between lips. Her hungry pink slid for a moment, as if to try and gasp for air so desperately needed as her heat rose. A shift bared twin breasts: sliding free. Malai's chest was as pure white as the rest of her: that almost eerie Asian ivory that made her skin so nearly perfect. Even her slightly pink nipples, already rising into twin caps, looked almost too perfect: their size working even on what was, for her size and race, rather large breasts.

Hands gripped against her most secret area. The Asian let out another gasp, head lolling, though still traced by lips. Breath stolen, her head spun while his hands worked her arousal into her. Her sex rewarded: heated, grew moist. She could feel the ache shooting inside her, Princess telling her to get filled, to take cock, to spray seed into her body. The raw need eclipsed mere arousal to twinge at something primal within the woman.

Lily white hands graced ebon black dick. Malai groaned as she felt it, her fine manicure not even stretching properly about its girth. It had to be at least double what she'd taken into her tightness before. "I---I--" she stammered, grey eyes blinking. Her brow furrowed. Wasn't she---she was getting married, right? God, she wanted a cock so bad right now. But she knew she had to save herself. She couldn't, even if she wanted, right?

"I can't wait till she takes you both at the same time," cooed Rachel, moving to grip the offered tool. One hand gripped one partner, the other the larger. Soon she was working two dicks like she was a professional, her body sliding downward, getting ready to take position.

 

[Dr. Strangelove]

Malai's moves were becoming more and more erotic. As that wonderful drug spread its effects through her organism, she seemed to move and sway her body like some kind of a sex goddess, one who's ready to open her womanhood and grant entry to only the most endowed and powerful of cocks, what a change compared to just over thirty minutes ago. James knew very well what he was doing and he was following a kind of script that was used for newly arrived women at The Spade - not everyone was ready to take on a gargantuan cock right away, especially a girl like Malai, but even James was becoming intoxicated with her reactions and with her perfect body and looks, not to mention the magnificent lingerie she was donning.

His finger slipping under her fancy panties allowed him to start teasing her clit ever more intensely, rubbing and pinching her most sensitive spot at a growing pace while his other hand was free to tease, rub and cup her breasts and to slip his fingers into her mouth, along with a series of teasing remarks which Malai probably did not have the full capacity to assimilate at that moment. "Are you a hungry little Thai slut, Malai?", he whispered as he pushed two fingers between her pussy lips, his thumb pressing even harder against her clit now.

Rachel and her two dedicated men were not only loving what they were seeing but they were ready for some action of their own. As they step closer, effectively surrounding Malai and James, the two towering men with their gigantic 11" and 12" cocks out start enjoying themselves with Rachel, one of them holding her hair tight while the other starts moving his large hands around her body.

"Let's wait for our pretty boy to get your girl ready...until then, is our crazy little slut Rachel hungry for some cock?", he says, looking her in the eyes as the blonde girl was clearly pouring hormones all over the place, with no need for any drinks or drugs...she was, after all, a fully fledged Queen of Spades. "I remember when I rammed my big boy here into your ass for the first time, Rachel...you screamed like I never heard a white little blonde bitch scream before...", said the other, delighted to have before him a regular visitor and a newfound beauty. "You think our pretty little Thai bitch can take us both, babe?", said the first man, his hand now holding Rachel's hair in a rather dominant manner, "we ain't even the biggest cocks here...", he added, in a reference to other men in The Spade who had even larger cocks and who had made full use of Rachel's assets.

 

[darkest_fate]

Desires Malai had not even dared dream about were welling up within her more and more. She could feel them pooling in her lower abdomen, the pool growing more and more with each caress, with each breath, with each intent pinch. The slight Asian woman let out a gasp as she felt a hand sliding under dress, up into panties. Her soft flesh greeted his touch, showing the heat that situation and drug had wrought upon the teenager. The little clit, so often ignored by foolish lovers, barely poked from behind its hood. Yet James worked it over as if he'd known its existence longer than Malai had. Each grazing touch stoked the fires hotter within the Asian newcomer. Her sex started to leak, surely melting under the tremendous heat she could feel working. It took all she had to remain upright on her shaking, shivering legs.

A question fell, and Malai let out a whimpering noise, head lolling back. Ebony waves fell free, exposing ivory neck, adorned with that little Spade, that predictor of her future. She felt her lips part, sucking in air almost greedily. A great gasp of it shot through as she felt fingers pushing. Tight walls clamped down hard upon incoming digits, wrapping them in warm velvet. Raw arousal seeped from the heated Asian, wetting the incoming fingers. Wetness allowed them to prod, but the muscles contorted tight, holding fingers in vicelike tightness.

Such tightness Rachel imitated with hands. The blonde's sex did still remain snug, thanks to build and relentless working out she'd never be "loose," nor would her panting Asian friend. Now she stroked the two men, almost groaning as they reminded her of sweet memories. Her eyelids fluttered.

"Fuck, it's her night," she whimpered. It didn't stop her from jerking them, her hands moving almost spasmodically. She rolled around their domed head, trying to press arousal into the massive shafts and work their seed up into her palms. "Oh damn, she's gonna take the big ones," whispered Rachel, casting her gaze. The idea made her want to squirm: she knew that some of the owners of the largest cocks were less... appealing than James. There was a reason they started with the Adonis, after all. Of course, once a Queen grew cock-hungry enough, something larger would just feel wondering. These two were still Rachel's personal favorites though: combining beauty with length. She shivered and worked them all the faster, as if hoping to coax them into arousal, though her gaze kept wandering. She did want this night to go perfectly for her friend, to be... unforgettable.

 

[Dr. Strangelove]

It was simply impossible for this scene to look any hotter...Rachel would sometimes show porn clips to Malai to show what she should do with her boyfriend but this was beyond what any porn movie could transmit, Malai's moves might have been induced by a drug-like substance but they felt so real, so authentic, so raw and pouring with lust...it was impossible to stage this and by now, James was struggling with whether to play with her a bit further or deliver her a pounding she would never forget.

"Fuck that Thai little bitch, James...", said one of the men, before exhaling deeply as Rachel skillfully stroked his cock with her masterful hands. How could a girl from such a 'proper' upbringing and social circle have such fine tuned capacities to handle monster cocks? That didn't really matter now, Rachel was a Queen of Spades and this made her part of an even more exclusive elite than the one she was brought up in, one that Malai would soon step into as well, as her body was boiling with desire and her reactions were just begging for James to give a use to his cock.

"Open your mouth, you beautiful little slut...", James whispered as he held Malai's body tight and made her bend over, his 10" cock now completely free as Malai's beautiful, silky hair fell onto his bare waist, some of it unexpectedly rubbing against his cock's tip, which made him gasp with a welcome surprise, "Oh fuck!", he groaned as he felt her hair rubbing uncontrollably against his cock's exposed tip when he started bending her over. He then pulled her head back, making her hair swing over her back and with his other hand, started bringing his cock towards her beautiful lips. "Do you like to get facefucked, you beautiful little cockslut...?", he whispered, as his massive cock was just in front of her welcoming lips. This was, of course, a pointless question: nobody had ever facefucked Malai before, not even the small cocks she knew and here she was, about to get a massive 10" black cock rammed down her mouth, for the ecstasy of her friend who organized the whole thing.

"She's gonna take the big ones...and they're gonna ram her like the horny little bitch that she is", said one of the men being stroked by Rachel. "I want to see the big guys ripping her holes apart, I want to see that beautiful little slut leaking cum from her every hole, said the other man, his attention divided between the stunning blonde and the libidinous Asian.

 

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Rachel heard the almost growled words and the exhales of arousal. She manipulated the thick cocks in her hands, bending slightly, letting her dress roll up to show off her own lush, tanned ass. Her hands worked wonders, drawing seed and working to pour some of her own arousal back into the men that made her feel so very, very wanted. Rachel craved that attention, that lust, and she loved seeing others enjoy themselves, releasing. She could see it in Malai's pretty grey eyes now, as drug and lust took hold.

A command hit Malai, and her brow furrowed. Those pink lips parted, but only for a bit, just enough for her to let out a gasp as she bent over nearly at the waist. The lithe Asian wobbled on her heels, reaching out to grasp onto James for balance, clinging tightly to his shirt yet again. That gorgeous hair lightly tapped against him, and she could feel her head spin for a moment. Her head tilted upward, looking toward him in an almost submissive posture. That pristine porcelain face tilted slightly, brow furrowing ever so minutely in apprehension.

"What---I never--" she mumbled, her upbringing and mind punching through her lustful haze. "I'm not a slut---" she insisted. Yet her eyes fell upon the pulsing rod just before her, bounding and throbbing just breaths from her parted lips. The shimmering pink had parted, letting the Asian's aroused exhales puff against him. Her steadying grasp meant she'd moved so close to him, so very close. Her gaze flicked from cock to owner, uncertainty twisting her lovely features.

"God, I can't wait until she gets properly spaded," groaned Rachel, jerking the cocks faster. She didn't care if she made them cum, by this point, she'd almost see that as a success. Her hands simply followed her libido's insistence, moving quicker and quicker, wanting to fill the air with the stench of their arousal.