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Diet Another Day

Diet Another Day

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Autoren: Pamela Downs
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senses. Jessica seemed to like it very much.
    Hunter returned to her lips. His tongue probed deeply and he circled her gums and palate. He pulled away and looked in her eyes. They shimmered back. Green. He hadn't noticed before. Cat green. How wicked. His cock responded favorably. "So what did you do all day?"
    "Everything you suggested, plus I've been studying."
    "Studying?"
    "In room movies."
    Hunter looked up at the TV in the armoire. Two women were undressing one another, tearing the crotches out of each other's pantyhose. His balls tightened. "So do you like that? Would you like to invite your—?"
    "No. I told you. I am not interested in tits and pussy not my own." She looked away, blushing.
    "I don't blame you. They had amateur boob jobs. Look how hard they are."
    "The show that's coming on next. I watched it earlier. Wow. I want us to do that." She blushed again.
    "Sure. Whatever my goddess desires."
    Hunter opened the door for Damien, who was bearing another champagne magnum. He kissed Jessica hello, slipping her the tongue and copping a feel of her breasts.
    "Darling, I'm gonna miss these most of all."
    Jessica smiled.
    Hunter asked, "What do you want from room service?"
    Jessica said, "Nothing, I'm good."
    "Me too. I think we can feed off each other." Damien said.
    Hunter unzipped his trousers to release the ache.
    Damien slipped out of his uniform and onto the silk sheets with Jessica.
    Hunter said, "Hold up a moment, cowboy. I'm riding her tonight." He joined them. "The little lady has some inspiration from the actor's guild she'd like to partake in."
    "Oh, yes. Here it's starting now." Jessica said enthusiastically as she accepted a glass of champagne from Hunter. They listened to the thinly plotted dialogue, which amounted to the sexy young woman commanding her slaves to pleasure each other while she watched and played with her fake boobs.
    Hunter's pulse ricocheted as he admitted to himself he very much enjoyed watching them give each other hand jobs. So much so that when the camera was on the girl, he snuck a look at Damien's equipment. Damien was stroking himself as he caught Hunter's eye. They both turned their attention to Jessica's face. In perfect correlation, they each slipped a strap off of her shoulder. She wriggled out of the lace and Hunter threw it on top of the TV armoire. They didn't need to watch anymore. Each man suckled and kneaded a breast with both hands. She threw her head back and ran fingers through both men's hair. "Now." She softly said.
    Damien and Hunter crawled next to each other and kneeled, sitting back on their legs. They looked at Jessica and she nodded as she pinched her nipples.
    Clumsy fondling gave way to heavy breathing and guttural moans.
    Thrilled with the act, ready to come himself, Damien rolled a condom on and gently slipped inside Jessica. Three strokes and she came. He kissed her gently and groaned, collapsing on top.
    * * *
    Jessica felt the cool breeze from a ceiling fan kissing her relaxed body. Groggily returning to the conscious world from her intense afterglow slumber, she could hear Damien and Hunter in the living room.
    "Take care of her. I can't wait to see her results. Don't let her lose more than twenty, I love those thighs."
    "You and me both. I thought you were attached to her breasts…"
    "I am. But I read the radiologist's report. Her mammogram showed dense fibrous tissue. Not fat. Those beauties aren't melting away no matter how much she thinks she needs to lose."
    "Our Roman goddess."
    "Your Roman goddess, Hunter. Have you told her yet?"
    "Soon."
    Damn. The air conditioner kicked on. It drowned out the men. She tried to drift back to sleep and dream about them complimenting her. It worked. The alarm clock woke her. Wait a minute. It wasn't a piercing blare. It was music. A clock radio. Jessica opened her eyes and saw Hunter stretching to hit the snooze button.
    "Hi." she said.
    "Good morning. How do you feel?"
    "Sublime. Lovely. Happy. Sated."
    "Sated?" He sounded disappointed.
    "Why would that surprise you? You ought to be feeling very proud of yourself, Hunter Jones. The only man ever to please me in three strokes. Your equipment was custom fitted to mine."
    He rolled her over, so she faced the window.
    As he kissed down her back, he said, "I bet you say that to all the sailors."
    "No. There are no other sailors. No other men. Only you. After last night, I knew."
    He laughed. "Don't tease."
    She rolled toward him and took his morning

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