...and it wants to fuck your brains out.Willing or no...Book 1The City. Bustling with activity... and crime.And the HAWK.5'3” tall with raven black ...hair, large perky breasts and pale skin like marble, Tittyhawk is the Dark Mistress of the City, protector of those who would fall prey to the sinister ministrations of the new sexual mutants. Her costume accentuates her own powers, being just a cup-less corset, thong and thigh high stiletto heeled leather boots. A mask covers her face, obscuring. I had him right where I wanted him. For weeks, I’d daydreamed about the moment when I’d be able to peel off his briefs and devour his cock, to lovingly thrust it into my mouth until his hot, delicious liquid was deposited in my throat. ‘I told you bro, I’m broke.’ ‘Well.. I guess you better put up or shut up.’ Without another word, I dropped to my knees. We were lucky, his parents weren’t there for the weekend. They had March Madness tickets, so he invited me over for a couple days to watch. John was silently playing with sandy’pussy from under the table. She was praying thatnobody sees them. But vijay had seen her beautifullegs almost exposed. On the stage the grunts of the dancer were gettingmore and more louder. Now the two men on her sides hadtaken her each boob in their mouths and were suckingthem loudly. The microphone was clearly giving awaythe sounds. Her full body was occupied with one decking her mouth, two pairs of hands on her either of hobnobs, and a deep tongue. We carried on following and chatting and both agreed we’d got a good hard on watching and would probably relieve ourselves when we got home. Apparently this was a fetish of Jim’s, watching babes and wanking off later. We were near the shops when the babe stopped walking and we did as well trying to appear normal as we chatted and watched. Then out patience was rewarded, she bent forward to get something out of her bag and we both gasped, a great flash of thigh and black panties. “Oh fuck” said.