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The Trip, Part IIIthis story is part of the FanClub (fm:male domination, 8361 words) [3/3] show all parts

Author: Tulsa_Prince
Added: Dec 11 2010Views / Reads: 607 / 448 [74%]Part vote: 9.50 (2 votes)
If pony play isn't your thing then this may not be for you but for those who enjoy it.....
 


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Chapter 4

Rue Bourbon is what it reads on the street signs, and while there are American tourists everywhere it does feel like a different country. The blatant sex and debauchery smacks the senses like a cricket bat on a misbehaving backside. Strippers, sex shops and booze, you quickly understand how this city felt to me when I first came here when I was 19, it was like a Mecca for someone who enjoys playing on the edge of what is socially acceptable. Every once in a while you see a woman flashing her breasts for beads, it isn't even Mardi Gras.

As we walk along, every so often my hand will sneak up the back of your skirt, by some of what we see this boarders on tame. At one point to walk ahead of me just to flip the back of your skirt of up and give me a little wiggle. We decide to do a touristy bit for our first night and hit Pat O'Briens for some gumbo and etouffee. You decline a drink and have a beer, we order alligator tail for an appetizer. While we are waiting for our food I tell you to scoot to the edge of your chair. You push the chair back and big and wiggle yourself to the edge. "Uncross your legs," I tell you, we are in a back booth and no one can really see you, not that you care at this point. I take my beer bottle and maneuver it under the table and then under your skirt. The cool lip of the bottle rests against your sex, you gasp a little at the chill. I twist the bottle around your cookie, and then bring the bottle to my lips and drink. The taste is feint but still there, the ...

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