I wasn’t sure I could make the leap to sleep with him but I wanted to see how far I could get myself. I changed into my cute white cotton skirt. One... that was short enough to show off my thighs. I put on a skintight yellow tank top and straightened my hair out. I wore a little bit of lip-gloss just so my lips would glisten and I rubbed some lotion on to make my skin glow. I was a bit nervous but the excitement propelled me to his door. As I knocked on it I quickly came up with a reason to come. "The Headquarters of the Secret Cuckold Society"The source of the voice starts to move closer to your chair and a masked figure of ambiguous sex steps in front of you."The what?" you say."The Headquarters of the Secret Cuckold Society"You've never heard of this fetish-oriented society before. Naturally, this makes you curious as to what they want with you."I-I'm not a cuckold though?"You say this as as an attempt to have them free you from your chair, but deep down you know that you're a. ‘Hit me again, BJ,’ I told the barkeep, wanting more at this juncture. ‘Sure, buddy,’ he grinned, pouring me another shot, which I downed in short order. Now, of course, I didn’t mind the singing so much, as the Cranberries’ cover band played yet another of their hits. They actually sounded a bit poetic in fact, though I wasn’t sure if that was honeyed tea in their throats or just enough tequila in my blood to destroy my taste in music. It didn’t matter just then, because I was happy as a. Rising up and down, fucking him with my mouth and throat. Controlling my stomach wasn’t easy as l was feeling pangs of excitement as well as the urges his cock in my throat gave. Eventually l had to breathe out and did so with gasps for air as my saliva which had gathered in my mouth flowed out over his pubic hair and balls. I panted briefly and then took another gulp of air and returned back to his cock as he moaned loudly and gasped ‘o my god o my god,.