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Story title : Beach Balls

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Beach Balls (Ffdoms/M, brutality, hum)
by Pervitron (pervitron@my-deja.com)


WARNING: The following story contains graphic descrip-
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 1.	Copyright c April 2000.
 2.	The persons and situations depicted in this
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***


Michelle Johnson liked what she was seeing.

Her daughter Keesha was getting lots of attention. Now 
that Michelle was laying face down on the towel, the 
attention of the men on the beach had shifted from 
Michelle to the curvy little twelve-year-old who was 
standing in the sand next to her, undressing.

Michelle had chosen this spot because of all the men 
that were nearby - Michelle loved to be watched. When 
she and Keesha got out of the car, Michelle stripped to 
her bikini right away, so she could fox her way through 
the parking lot. She loved showing off her body; she 
loved the stares she got, the second looks. She was a 
dancer in an adult video store; for four hours a day 
she shook her black ass every which way, working the 
men behind the glass. She knew how to read their faces, 
she knew from their eyes what they wanted. Some men 
liked her to spread her pussy lips, they loved the 
sight of wet pink flesh against black skin. Some got 
off on the sound she made slapping her tight little 
ass. And then there were the other men, the ones she 
liked best - the ones that needed a good talking to. 

She'd see it in their eyes, that secret hunger they 
didn't even know they had. She'd lean close to the 
glass, and say the sorts of things nice girls wouldn't 
say: "C'mon, gimmie $10... Whatcha want, white boy?" 
Then, depending on their reaction: "... Wanna kiss my 
ass?" There was a certain type of man that liked to be 
spoken to like that. Michelle would spit the words out 
and she'd watch their eyes glaze over. Their face would 
go slack for a moment, lost in some little-boy feeling. 
And then she knew.

She knew just how to work a "man" like this. The music 
would be pulsing, she'd hear the girls in the adjacent 
booths dancing around, but Michelle would get real 
quiet. She'd lean down from her raised dance area and 
put her face near the little window that they looked 
through. She'd speak softly to him, looking deeply into 
his eyes. "Whatsa matta wit you? Yo thing not workin' 
no mo?" She didn't even have to get undressed for them; 
she didn't even have to dance. No, once she started 
talking like that it was all they wanted, all they'd 
dreamed of.

She'd smirk at them as they started masturbating in the 
darkness below the window. "You rubbin' that dirty 
little thing?" And they'd be so ashamed! So flushed, as 
if masturbating in a place like that was something 
wrong! "You wanna do that you betta push some bills 
through!" And the bills would start coming, and she'd 
glare at them with contempt. "Dat all you got?" They'd 
push some more through, and if it was enough she'd do 
her thing.

She'd push her ass up against the glass, she'd bend way 
over and look at him from underneath. "I need a good 
lickin' down there. Yeah, you be good for that." By now 
they'd  really be going at it, not trying to hide what 
they were doing down there in the dark. Michelle knew 
her boys well; she made sure they emptied their wallets 
before they spilled their stuff.

They were good customers, those boys. Boys like that 
would come almost every day, and they'd come only for 
her.

Today, though, they'd be disappointed - it was 
Michelle's day off.  Summer was ending too quickly, 
there wouldn't be too many more days like this, days 
when she and Keesha could stretch out in the sand and 
feel the sun reach all the way down inside them. The 
spot Michelle chose was littered with white trash 
families that were visiting from up north.  The couples 
sat near the shore so the mothers could watch their 
kids dig in the wet sand. The men pretended to watch, 
but whenever a nice piece of ass walked by they would 
forget all about the kids. And Michelle was the nicest 
piece on the beach.

At least until Keesha started undressing.

She did it just like Michelle told her. Slow, like she 
was going to take all day. Catch their attention early. 
Give them time to notice. Keesha was a little dark 
Cleopatra, her black face was hidden beneath the droop 
of her thick Jamaican braids. Her skin was the color of 
coffee, and Michelle and her daddy had combined to give 
her body the most perfect shape. Michelle was a little 
heavy around her thighs, and her legs were a bit too 
short, but Keesha got the lower part of her body from 
her daddy, and so she was perfect. First she pulled her 
white T-shirt over her head, exposing her shapely black 
torso. Every stomach muscle was tight and defined, and 
yet her overall shape still had the grace of a child. 
Every man on the beach was looking her way.

There was one man that took particular notice. A middle 
aged man, in his early forties. Michelle could see that 
his wife was talking to him, saying something about the 
toddler that was sitting in the surf a few yards away. 
He wasn't paying the slightest attention-his interest 
was elsewhere. He wasn't staring. No, he knew Keesha 
was a child, and he shouldn't. Still, his eyes would 
never wander far from her, every second or so they 
would flit back, to catch another quick look at 
Keesha's latest move.

The best part was now. Keesha shimmied out of her 
shorts. She had her back to the man, and his mouth 
dropped when he saw her. The little girl was wearing 
the thong that Michelle bought for her. It was just a 
thin green strip pulled invisibly up between her 
cheeks. His eyes locked on her, and this time they 
didn't look away. Bingo. He couldn't look away now. 
Keesha had the sort of butt men dream of. Even at 
twelve she had the full shape, the full moonlike 
crescents that invite dark wishes.

Keesha kicked her shorts aside, and bent down to lay 
face down in the sand, hesitating slightly to give the 
man a nice underside peek as she did so. Michelle sat 
up and started rubbing lotion on her daughter. It was 
noon, the heat of the sun had burned away the morning 
haze. She rubbed the lotion into her hands, and then 
applied it gently all around her back. Michelle untied 
the bow string of Keesha's top, so she could draw her 
open hands freely along the length of her shoulders. 
She slowed down as she proceeded, taking her time down 
the valley of her lower back, until she got where she 
wanted to go. 

It was nice to care for Keesha like this. Loving, 
intimate attention. She slowed down, spreading the 
lotion all over Keesha's ass while she talked about the 
way she undressed. Michelle told Keesha how beautiful 
she was, and she told her about all the men on the 
beach. How closely they all watched her, and how each 
one seemed to find one particular part of her body to 
focus on. Keesha had her eyes closed. Michelle knew she 
was listening closely to everything she said. She 
continued rubbing her ass gently, softly, feeling the 
slight brush of the tiny light hairs that were lit by 
the sun. Michelle told her she was so beautiful, so 
perfect, that there were men that would see her for a 
brief moment, and then never forget her. She'd be the 
model of all they wanted, and no other woman would ever 
do. She told her about the nearby man, the one that 
looked the hardest. The way his mouth dropped when she 
pulled her shorts down.

Even now he was watching, even with her back turned 
Michelle could feel his attention. He was studying her 
while his wife continued to drone on. He ignored her 
chatter while he watched, riveted by the sight of what 
Michelle was doing to Keesha.

Michelle spotted it the first time he looked at her 
little girl.

It was that look-the look of one of her boys.


Rick Williams couldn't stop thinking of the little 
black girl. He was shuffling through the hot sand, 
heading towards the high dunes that stood between the 
beach and the parking lot. The concession stand was on 
the other side of the dunes. He told his wife that he 
needed to buy some cigarettes. But what he really 
needed was to be by himself, to get away from that 
girl, it was like she was teasing him. There was 
something about her, some precocious seductiveness that 
stirred him up inside.

Some time ago, Rick had started to take an interest in 
young girls.  The older he got, the more attractive 
they seemed. Sex with his wife had become routine. He'd 
be on top of her, frantically pushing into that old 
pussy, hunting within himself for some blend of 
sensation and inner fantasy that would set him off. So 
he'd be done. Sex with her had an almost desperate 
quality now. He was afraid that he was becoming 
impotent; It seemed to take longer and longer to get 
hard. And he was never sure of himself. Just the 
slightest look of impatience, or worse boredom, on his 
wife's part, and he'd lose it. And God, did he hate the 
moments after that. Silence so heavy he could barely 
breathe, she wouldn't even look at him.

But young girls! He was always watching. He'd be at the 
mall, and spot some little cupcake. At first it was 
just a curiosity, he liked their cuteness, their fresh 
faces, the way their eyes sparkled over their little 
turned up noses. That's how it started. But soon darker 
feelings rose up in him, his body began to react to the 
way they walked, the way their butts moved in their 
shorts. He thought of them when he masturbated, he 
imagined rubbing his cock along their soft inner 
crevices. No, there would be no problem getting hard 
with one of them; there was magic in those tight, 
blossoming petals, and eyes that looked to you without 
expectations, without demands. Especially if you were 
the first man to get inside.

And he was hard now, thinking of that little black one. 
She was probably no more than thirteen. Imagine, 
wearing a thong at that age!  What was her mother 
thinking letting her wear something like that?  
Especially with an ass like that! Back on the beach he 
saw a few other men look at her, they'd be walking 
along the edge of the water, and they'd see that 
perfect black ass shimmering in the sun. They'd slow 
their pace, they would settle in for a good long look, 
and then they'd realize how old she was. But then 
instead of staring, leering, they'd take these quick 
looks. After a minute they'd notice Rick, they'd 
realize they were both looking at the same thing. 
They'd exchange a silent glance, a secret understand-
ing. Yeah, I like that stuff too.  Yeah, imagine the
way that your dick would feel inside that little honey.

Rick was at the concession stand now; he took a place 
in line behind a couple of nine year old girls. They 
were both strawberry blondes, and a full summer in the 
sun had given their small bodies the color of wet sand. 
They were both wearing bikinis, one was white with a 
pattern of blood-red cherries, and the other was bright 
blue, and both the top and bottom were just thin panels 
held together with strings and a few large bows. 
Christ, what was with the world today? Nine-year-olds 
putting it out there right in front of you. They were 
fooling around; they were giggling and pushing each 
other. Rick wondered if one of them would get pushed 
against him. Against his hardon. He was thinking of 
this when he felt an inner shiver.

That little black girl was walking this way.

He turned and watched her, coming through the gap in 
the sand dunes.  Her hips rocked with a graceful sway. 
He looked down and admired the shape of her legs, the 
bends and the curves of them as she strode his way. 
Strange, but now that his wife wasn't around and he 
could stare directly, something came alive in him that 
he hadn't felt in years.  Boldness. Daring. He knew he 
was as hard as a rock in his shorts, and it felt so 
good! So fuckin' good! He felt like a kid again. 
Loaded, like he was 17, and could hammer away at pussy 
all night long. He felt so alive! Especially when he 
looked at her mound, the neon green of her thong pulled 
tight against it, showing the fullness of her black 
snatch.  He felt like a young buck.

He was still looking back towards her, and he smiled at 
her as she approached. "What the hell," he thought, 
"I'll be two hundred miles away tomorrow." His vacation 
was over, tomorrow morning he'd be back in the van with 
his wife, back to a life that had already chrushed him.  
She got on line behind him, she seemed to smile back at 
him ever so slightly, and then look down. A firefly 
moment. But maybe it was it his imagination. He looked 
closely at her-her eyes were hidden the by long thick 
braids that fell around her face.

"What's your name?" The words just came out of him. So 
strange, like it was another person speaking...

"Keesha." Now she looked at him, there was a brief 
flash of white within her dreadlocks before she looked 
down again.

Finger lickin' good.

The nine year olds in front of him picked up some sodas 
and walked away.  Rick looked at the woman at the 
counter. "Pack of Kools." She looked at the two of them 
a minute. He realized that she probably heard him say 
hello to the little girl and she was watching, 
wondering what was going down. He stared coldly at her, 
until she turned and got the cigarettes.  "Fuckin' 
busybody," he thought to himself. He turned back to 
Keesha, glancing down at her little tits. They were 
tiny, but her nipples were huge, poking through the 
microthin green top like birthday candles.  The woman 
got his cigarettes and gave them to him with a quick, 
irritated toss.

"Hey mista, can I have one of them?"

She was staring at him with bright, knowing eyes. 
Rick's heart started slamming in his chest. He looked 
back at her, he saw the light in her unblinking eyes, 
and everything changed. Yes, she was a little minx.  
There was no way he could turn his back on something 
this fine. He'd never forget her.

"Sure." He took the pack out of his pocket, and took 
one out. He held it in his hand, not offering it, 
hesitating, because a thought rose in him. He could 
feel the stare of the woman in the stand behind him, 
but he didn't care. "I mean, you're kind of young to be 
smoking. Maybe we. . ." - he started shaking - "...
can go..." - he could feel the pulse in his temples 
"...s-s-somewhere?"

She looked up at him. She knew.

Oh God! He felt like he was stepping off a cliff.

"Yeah. . ." She pointed to a small building made of 
cinder blocks that sat within another row of dunes. It 
was a beach club; there were showers on  either side of 
the building, with rows of  windows along the top, way  
above eye level. There was high beach grass all around 
the building that would hide them. "...Yeah, we be by 
ourselves over behind there."

She started to walk, and he followed her.  Time seemed 
to stop for him, he could feel the heat of the sand on 
his bare feet. There was a slight salty breeze, a 
breeze that carried a part of him away. The world he 
knew, his wife and family and job seemed so distant 
now. He followed her, looking at the shiny globes of 
her ass.

He knew he would cross a boundary here, something 
frightening. She was just a kid, but, Jesus, there was 
something devilish about her. He hadn't been this hard 
in years. He knew he'd be leaving tomorrow, there was 
no way the police could find him. This was his chance. 
He wanted to do it, really do it, just once more before 
he died.

Every once in a while she'd turn and glance back at 
him. He'd look up from her ass, and see those eyes, and 
the shy little smile on her face.

They walked down the right side of the building. He 
could hear the running water through the windows above 
his head.

When she got around the back of it, she turned and 
faced him. He offered her the cigarette - he'd kept it 
in his hand all during their walk, and it was slightly 
bent from the unconscious tension in his hand.  She 
leaned back against the wall. The early afternoon sun 
fell across her body like a spotlight, showing every 
bend, every curve. She put it in her mouth, and he 
struck a match, and lit it. She took a few slow puffs, 
looking not at him, but down at the sand.

"What you want, mista?" Her eyes flew up at him; this 
was a look of boldness, she was leaning against the 
wall, waiting. Her lips were long and full, she licked 
her tongue along them quickly, and he knew what he 
wanted. Still, he was unsure of this.

"E-E-Ever seen a guy's dick?"

The moment was filled with faraway surf and the shrieks 
of distant children.

"Lets see what you got."

Christ!

He reached his hands down by his hips, and started 
lowering his trunks.  Slowly, watching the reaction on 
her face, listening to the faraway beach sounds, and 
the call of the seagulls circling above them. He 
exposed his hair, and then pulled his trunks down 
against the length of his cock, which sprang free when 
he pushed them down far enough.

She was only as tall as his shoulder. He stood there 
showing himself, showing her what men are like down 
there, what men really wanted. He waited for the 
reaction in her face. Looking for the surprise, or the 
shock at the sight of something so big, so rude. 
Something she'd be dealing with for the rest of her 
life.

The little black girl just looked down at it. She took 
a drag on her cigarette.

And she started to smile.

"Shit. That is one SORRY-ASSED LITTLE THING!"

His mouth fell open in shock, he could feel the heat 
rise on his skin.

"FUCK, I seen bigger dicks in fuckin' GRAMMER SCHOOL."

He could feel the blood rush to his cheeks, the pulse 
he had been feeling in his cock was now up in his face, 
an open wound of shame.  Little bitch!

She looked up at him, still leaning back against the 
wall. Seeing his reaction, liking what she did to him. 
Flicking, snake-like eyes flashing contempt.

"Man, get that USELESS PEICE OF SHIT outta my face!"

Cunt! Fucking little black cunt! Her laughter cut into 
him like a razor, he looked down at himself, and saw he 
had gone soft. He drew the fingers of his right hand 
together in a fist...

But she was way too quick. As he drew his fist back, 
she bent away and like a jaguar she kicked her leg out, 
driving her heel into the pelvic bone at the crest of 
his cock hair. His legs fell out from under him, and he 
dropped to the ground. He tried sitting up for a 
moment, but there was too much pain. Rivers of sharp 
fire rose through his body, and he slumped back on the 
ground.

Now she was standing there, he looked up at her - just 
as she drew her leg back again. This time she got him 
good. Real good. It was like she was kicking a can, and 
wanted to launch it into the next county. She took a 
half step away and then she flew towards him, driving 
her foot full into his balls, using all the leverage of 
her small body. The pain was so intense that Rick 
thought he was going to black out, his ears were 
ringing, and his body curled up into a fetal position. 
He couldn't breathe, his head felt like it would 
explode.

And she was laughing. For the first time since he was a 
small boy, Rick started to cry. He could feel a surge 
of tears in his eyes, and the first few breaths that 
his body managed had the painful feel of sobs.

"P-P-P-Please..." He blinked the tears from his eyes 
and looked up at her. "P-P-P-Please. No more..."

And she was grinning. The little girl had the brightest 
smile; she was loving this.

Rick was terrified, those huge teeth had such a full, 
satisfied grin that he was sure she'd kick him again. 
Just for fun.

"Man, what a fuckin' PUSSY!"

He was looking up at her, her face was backlit by the 
sun, and she glared down at him, hands on her hips. And 
to his horror, she drew her foot back again. . .

But this time, all she did was kick some sand in his 
face. She bent down and took the pack of Kools that he 
had dropped in the sand and she started to walk away. 
But before she got to the corner of the building, she 
looked back at him smiling. She put one hand on each 
butt cheek, bent over a bit, and gave a little wiggle, 
a dirty little dance. "Closest you get to somethin' 
this nice!" and when she turned out of sight around the 
corner, he could still hear her, laughing.

***

Michelle Johnson had been watching the gap in the sand 
dunes for a long time. She wondered if she did the 
right thing. She had wanted to follow Keesha, but 
Keesha was adamant-she wanted to go alone, and when she 
walked toward the dunes after the man Keesha had looked 
back to be sure Michelle wasn't following. Michelle was 
worried now. She sat up on the towel and told herself 
she'd wait one more minute, and then she'd go and find 
her. Then she saw Keesha emerge from the dunes.

Michelle saw the way she was walking. Sauntering 
really, like she was up on a runway. Yes, she did fine, 
just fine.

Keesha broke into a bright, joyful smile as she 
approached, and she started running. She couldn't wait 
to tell her, the words spilled out from her before she 
even got to the blanket.

"Mama, it was great!"

"I was right about him?"

"Yeah, mama, he was just like you said."

"He come on to you?"

"Well, sorta. I mean, he just kept staring at me, 
checkin' me out. I didn't think he'd do nothin' though. 
So I asked him for a cigarette." Michelle smiled. She 
always was a bold one, even when she was little she 
always got what she wanted.

"Look." Michelle pointed over to the dunes. The man was 
coming back, and he had an obvious limp. "Shit, Ki, you 
really messed him up." Keesha started laughing, and the 
two of them watched the man limp slowly back towards 
his wife.

Michelle and her daughter looked at each other, but 
they said nothing.

They both wanted to hear the exchange between the man 
and his wife.  When he got back to their spot, he tried 
to straighten up and walk natural, but he was still in 
too much pain to pull it off. Michelle and Keesha 
strained to hear them over the surf. His wife started 
peppering him with questions. "What happened to you? 
You look funny." And he did, the paleness was evident 
even in the bright sun.

"Nothing. I-I-I fell."

When they heard that Keesha and Michelle started to 
giggle.  Keesha started to tell her mother what she had 
done. "When I asked him for a smoke, he gets this funny 
look in his eyes, like, you know, I'm gonna do 
somethin' to get me a smoke."

"Yeah, you do somethin' all right!" Michelle felt a 
rush of pride - Keesha obviously handled him with no 
problem.

"So he says to me: 'You pretty young, maybe we should 
go somewhere to smoke.' So I said I know a place, I 
walked him back behind the showers. Every once in a 
while I looked back at him. He just be lookin' down at 
my booty."

Michelle was sitting, glancing over at the man. He and 
his wife were silent now. He kept flicking his eyes at 
the two of them. Michelle knew he could hear traces of 
what they were saying.

"So I take him back behind the showers. He lights my 
smoke, but then he just stands there, lookin'. Real 
quiet like. So I ask him what he wants. He asks me 
'Ever see a guys dick?' Then he pulls his thing out, an 
he just stands there, holding hisself. Like his cock 
was this big hard-bone mutha."

"Yeah, I know it. They all like that, once they get it 
up they be so proud of themselves, like they soooo 
bad."

"Shit, yeah. I guess he thought I'd be all... 
shocked... or somethin'"

Michelle's body stirred as she pictured the look on his 
face when he saw what Ki was really like. . .

"So like, I start tellin' him, its just some sorry ass 
little thing..."

Michelle felt an inner rush. Shit! She wished she had 
followed her, if only to listen. Ki has a such a mouth 
on her...

"...And you know, soon as I start talkin' like that, he 
start gettin' all soft. Thing started shrinkin' up, 
right in his hand! I see he's gettin' pissed, he starts 
lookin' like he's gonna hit me. So I just kicked him in 
the nuts. Shit, mama, that fucker, he just went down, 
one kick an he's layin' there on the ground."

Michelle hung on very word, loving the look in her 
eyes, and the hiss in her voice as she told her. She'd 
seen her in karate class, and one of her biggest 
thrills was watching Keesha take out some boy, 
sometimes even a boy older than her, one that would be 
flushed with shame, almost crying, as he walked back to 
his parents.

Keesha opened her hand. "I took his cigarettes, too!"

"Shit, Ki, you are some real badass."

She offered her mother a cigarette, and the two of them 
sat there in the sea breeze, smoking Rick's cigarettes. 
They watched him, studying him like a specimen they had 
just dissected.

"Know what I liked best, mamma?"

"Bet it was kickin; those sorry balls."

"Yeah, that was a hoot. What I really, really liked 
though was just runnin' my mouth. Tellin' him he just 
some sorry-ass little PUSSY. Just watchin' his thing 
just get all SOFT."

Ki was giggling, her face was bright, and Michelle 
noticed that she was glaring over at the man, daring 
him to look at her. But they were leaving now, the man 
and his wife were folding up their chairs and shaking 
out their blankets. Quickly, like there was a storm 
coming. He had heard them, and he wanted to get out of 
there before his wife heard.

Michelle knew then that she was ready, ready for what 
she had hoped for all along. She watched as the couple 
left, the man gave a quick last look back over at Ki, 
and she said goodbye with a big grin, and her middle 
finger.

Yes, she was ready. One of Michelle's favorites was 
coming over tonight, a big construction worker, a gray-
haired balding man in his early fifties. Michelle had 
been seeing him for almost two years, and her teasing, 
malicious mouth had ripped him a new soul. The guy was 
such a loser. Every time he'd come over, Michelle would 
make him kneel before her, and tell her about his wife. 
How he couldn't get it up for her anymore, he couldn't 
get hard for anyone but Michelle. All he wanted was to 
kneel there, and tell her his dirty little secrets. 
She'd make him paint her toes, and she'd make him lick 
her asshole. She'd get all hot and bothered, and she 
would spend the rest of the night riding his face, 
coming and coming until she had her fill of him. Then 
she'd send him packing off to his wife.

"Know what, mama?"

...Michelle was far away now, dripping, imagining him 
down there, lost in the thrills of being a woman.
"Yes..."

"Doin' that, seein' his face after I kicked his
balls..."

"Yes Ki..."

"...it got my PUSSY all wet."

Michelle reached over and touched her little girl's 
cheek. Oh, she was ready! She had told her about men, 
the two of them had had long talks about what men were 
like, how weak they are inside, how needy. She wanted 
to see Keesha in action, she knew she was a born top 
girl. For some time now she knew that this construction 
worker would be perfect for her first time. Just the 
thought of it, the idea of him down there beneath 
Keesha set Michelle on fire. She wanted to watch when 
she took her first good ride on a man's face. Yes, she 
was ready now. She'd broken a man all by herself.

"I know, baby. I know." Michelle reached over and 
stroked Keeshsa's hair. "Hold onto that feeling, Ki." 
She pulled Keesha close to her, and held her in her 
arms. The warmth between them, the heaven of the summer 
sun and the cool mist of the breaking surf filled 
Michelle with joy. She would remember this moment 
forever. "Save that feeling for tonight, Ki. Tonight."

Ki nuzzled against Michelle and kissed her cheek. 
"Thanks, mama." She kissed Michelle again. "Is it that 
big bald guy tonight?"

Michelle saw the wish. He was the one that Keesha 
wanted. Several weeks ago she started sending Keesha to 
answer the door when he rang - wearing just a little-
girl nightie. Keesha would sit across from him in the 
waiting room, watching him take quick little peeks at 
her panties. By the time she brought him in to Michelle 
her he was ravenous. "Yeah.  He's perfect for you, 
baby... just perfect." She kept her face close to 
Keesha's and whispered in her ear. "Tonight I'll answer 
the door princess. I'll get him good and ready for you, 
Ki."

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I'd love to here from you, no matter what you thought 
of my story. Comments and story ideas are welcome at:
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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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