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On Her Knees to Please

by MikesKitty 11/13/02

The pounding bass, steamy room, and dim lights of the club were racing through Jennifer's blood as she watched couples entwine on the dance floor. "Damn," she thought to herself, "I have got to get laid tonight!" She sipped her Coke and swiveled around on her stool to scan the room, looking for cute guys. Disappointed at not seeing any, she turned back to her Coke, but somehow she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her.

She turned again and her eyes locked with those of a very handsome stranger, a few yards from her. The crowd seemed to dim as he began to walk toward her, and she couldn't tear her eyes from him just as he seemed to be enthralled with her. He was tall, 6'4", with thick, short chestnut colored hair and sexy green eyes, dressed in tight leather pants and a shirt – she didn't notice what it looked like, since she was so entranced with the way he was hunting her.

He came directly up to her, pulled her off her stool and close to his body – she could feel the heat radiating from him and it practically made her knees weak – and said in a low voice, sexier than she could possibly have imagined, "I'm Mike – come dance with me, gorgeous."

She started to protest, trying not to give in too easily, mumbling something about her unfinished drink, upon hearing which he promptly picked up and downed the rest of the liquid. "Now you've got no excuse, beautiful – so come on."

Her body tingling, Jen let this sexy stranger lead her out to the dance floor and pull her into him, swaying along to the music. She said, breathily, "My name is Jennifer, by the way."

She heard his sound of approval – "Mmmm, Jennifer, what a beautiful name!" He pulled her closer, the aroma of her shampoo tantalizing his nostrils as her head rested just under his chin, her soft, shiny, mid-back length blonde hair settling under his nose.

As they began to grind together Jen became aware of the prickling feeling that she was being watched again. She ignored it and began to rub up against Mike like a cat, her body pressing into his as he responded in kind, placing his hands around her waist and guiding her body's movements.

Her cornflower blue eyes held his gaze as she slid down his body, still grinding into him, letting her gorgeous body and perfect breasts slide over his stomach, crotch, and legs and then worked her way back up, letting her fingernails trail over his thighs, stomach, and chest until her arms were around his neck.

Across the crowded room, Mike's friend Gene was watching his friend dance with an amazingly sexy woman. Tall, coming to just under Mike's chin, and slender, she had beautiful long blonde hair. She wore a skin-tight red shirt, a knee-length black skirt with a slit up the thigh, and black knee high boots. Gene could feel himself getting turned on just watching her move with his friend.

Jen couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her again, and just as she was about to mention it to Mike, she felt someone come up behind her. Surprised, she turned around as he set a hand on her waist, and looked up into the blue eyes of another tall man, this one with reddish-brown hair and a cute smile. He leaned down and whispered, "Hello, I'm Gene, and I've been watching you dance with Mike, and I must say, you are just beautiful."

A new song came on, with a heavy beat, and Jen smiled at Gene. "I'm Jen, nice to meet you, Gene." She couldn't believe her luck! The two hottest guys in the club both wanted to dance with her!

Mike offered, "Hey, man, why don't you join us?"

Gene didn't need to be asked twice. He slid his hands over Jennifer's hips and moved into her, fitting his body into her curves as the three began to find a rhythm. She could feel that Gene had been turned on watching her as he pressed his hard cock into her ass. She moaned softly as the two men pushed and pulled her body between them, grinding into her, and Gene leaned down and murmured, "How does that feel, sexy?"

She moaned louder, saying, "Mmmm wonderful!"

Gene bent down from behind her and attached his lips to her neck, kissing and biting her soft skin, pulling her hair to the side and running his fingers through the long, silky mass. Mike ran his hands over her waist and down to her ass, pulling her against him so she could feel his rapidly growing cock press into her stomach.

Jen could feel tingles of pleasure through her whole body – her pussy felt like it was on fire and their hands seemed to be burning her skin right through her clothes. She twined her fingers in Mike's hair and pulled him close to her, seeking his lips with hers. As her mouth touched his, it felt almost as if she had been shocked. The sparks thrilled her even more, and she parted her lips, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth. Gene slid his hands up over her stomach to cup her breasts, moving his lips to her other shoulder, leaving a trail of bites up to her ear.

Mike slipped one hand down and caressed her stocking-covered thigh, lifting her leg in his hand as he touched her so her knee was at his waist, moving in even closer to her. Jen was amazed that his cock seemed to still be growing! Gene's shaft was thick against her ass, and she could hear his low moans as she rubbed her tight little butt against him.

When Gene's lips reached her ear, he traced the outline of her earlobe with his tongue and growled, "Wanna get out of here, baby?"

Jen moaned, "Yes!"

Mike immediately took her hand and pulled, dragging her toward the door. Gene took her other hand, and they moved quickly out the door. Mike unlocked his green Explorer and got in. Gene opened the passenger door and Jen moved to get in the backseat, but Gene grabbed her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap in the front seat.

They sped toward Mike and Gene's apartment, and Jen was squirming on Gene's lap from the feeling of his cock pressing into her ass. She decided she wanted more of what they had going at the club, so she reached her hand out and began to stroke Mike's cock as he drove. He moaned softly, and as her hand sped up he began to lightly thrust his hips. Her fingers began to play with his button and zipper, undoing them and reaching inside. He moaned out loud as her cool palm came in contact with his shaft. She pulled it out of his boxers, exclaiming, "Wow!" when she saw how big he was.

If Mike was surprised at feeling her fingers, he had no idea what to expect next. Jen bent over and swirled her tongue around his throbbing head. He moaned, "Ohhhhhh, Jen!"

She smiled a sexy smile up at him, and moved her lips around him, engulfing as much as she could of his 8 ½ inches in her mouth. Mike couldn't believe this, he could barely concentrate on the road as he watched this little vixen suck his cock.

Gene, not wanting to be left out, caressed Jen's ass as she leaned over to suck his friend. He pushed her skirt up, revealing her gorgeous, barely covered ass. His hands wandered up to pull down her stockings, and his fingers lightly traced the path of her tiny red thong panties, feeling that they were soaked.

She moaned around Mike's cock, and Gene slid a finger under her thong, feeling her wetness. He found her hole and inserted his middle finger slowly into her pussy, making her moan louder and thrust back at him. He took that as a hint and slipped another finger in, marveling at how tight she was. Mike tried desperately to keep control, but he could feel his balls tightening and he moaned, "Oh, Jen, I'm gonna cum…"

Before he could get the words out, Jen removed her mouth from his cock, leaving Mike thrusting his hips, trying to cum, but she wouldn't return. He growled in frustration and pressed down on the accelerator harder. Gene's fingers were thrusting in and out of Jen's pussy, covered in her juices. Mike swung the car into the driveway, pushing it into park and jumping out. Gene and Jen followed suit. As soon as they entered the apartment, Mike slammed Jen back against the door, pressing his swollen shaft into her thigh, moaning, "You naughty girl, teasing me like that – you're gonna pay!"

He picked her up as if she were a feather and began to climb the stairs, planting soft kisses all over her face and neck. Gene disappeared down the hallway, unnoticed by Jen, who was reveling in Mike's kisses, excited at the thought of being punished by these two sexy men. Mike opened the door to his room, took the floor between the door and his bed in two long strides, and threw her down on the bed, pushing her back and kissing her as he moved on top of her, letting her feel his erection through their clothes as his tongue explored her sweet mouth.

His hands caressed her chest, roughly squeezing her breasts, making her moan. He broke the kiss and pulled at the hem of her shirt. Knowing what he wanted, Jen raised her arms and Mike tore her shirt off, throwing it on the floor to the side of the bed. Gene walked in, cock making a huge tent in his pants, and set a bowl on the endtable. He tapped Mike, who was kissing Jen's neck, on the back, and Mike reluctantly got up and brought the bowl to the bed. Jen strained to see what the two men were doing, running her hands up Gene's back under his shirt, pulling it off. Mike took his off too and the two men turned their backs to Jen.

Jen laid back as Mike and Gene moved over her body, large and powerful compared to her. She whimpered in anticipation of what was to come. They each took one of her feet in their big hands, massaging them, making her close her eyes with a blissful smile. Suddenly she felt something that shocked her – the soles of her feet were getting cold! She opened her eyes and tried to see what the men were doing. When Gene moved his hands to the top of her left foot, she gasped and moaned – in his fingers was a cube of ice that he was using to massage her. Mike did the same to her other foot. As his fingers tightened her muscles with the ice, he lowered his mouth to her foot, licking the sole and moving up to take each of her toes into his warm mouth.

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