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Subject: {ASSM} [Mardi Gras Fest] "Free BJ" by Dryad (MMMF, Oral)
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"Free BJ"
Daisy pulled the tight t-shirt over her head.
"Brenda, why aren't you wearing your t-shirt? Are you
chickening out?"
"You can wear it if you want, but I want to make a bit bigger
splash than a t-shirt. My god, how's a guy gonna see what I have
to offer?" She laughed as she wiggled the twins nestled not so
snugly in the shelf tank she chose to wear. "hell, I'm hoping
these puppies will get me a few extra beads, and maybe a shot or
two."
"Shit. I didn't think about that. What if I wear my mini?"
"Nah. The t-shirt will hide it anyway."
"That's what I'll do then." Daisy smirked.
"Huh, play that back? Do what?"
"Just wear the T-shirt. If it'd cover my mini, it's long enough
all on its own. And anyway, it'll give a new definition to the
word flash." She grinned at her friend. "I'm gonna head down to
the street."
"So, which crew is in the parade tonight? I'm gonna stick it
out on the balcony. No point in spending all that money just to
go down."
"Oh, I'll be back up."
The party never stopped on Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras,
and tonight was no different. Daisy grabbed a hurricane, and
danced down the crowded street. Her skin was glowing with the
workout, and the potency of the hurricane. Halfway down the
street, she grabbed another drink, feeling the rum run through
her veins. She turned to come back, moving in the direction of
the hotel. She wanted to be on the balcony when the floats
started coming down. She got some quizzical stares, but she put
that up to some quick flashes some people got of her firm thighs
as the shirt shimmied its way up her leg. She shrugged, and used
it to flirt, catching a few more handfuls of beads from the men
around.
She found a good spot, near the ordering window of her favorite
bar. She watched some really well defined college types staring
at her chest. She turned to give them a better look, waving in
their direction. She watched one poke the other, and the
inevitable jostling and nudging of bodies before the tallest
make his way over to her.
"That's a hell of a T-shirt there." He said over the confusion.
"You think?" Daisy grinned. She followed him away from the
road, in order to hear him better. She noticed that they were
moving toward his friends.
"My buddies and I were wondering if you were gonna live up to
your advertising."
Daisy looked up, perplexed. "I'm not advertising anything.
What do you mean?"
"Well, um. Did you ever read your T-shirt?" He asked, looking
uncomfortable.
"Yeah, It says 'Free BJ.'" Her eyes opened up in horror. "Well,
damn! My friend's name is BJ...they're holding her...won't give her
bond. So you thought..."
The guy had the conscience to look abashed. "Well, yeah. But
you can't blame us."
Daisy grinned. "Well, I wouldn't want to be accused of false
advertising."
The guy's eyes widened. "You wouldn't shit me?" Daisy shook her
head. "Where d'ya want to go?"
"Here's fine. Just have your friends circle us. No one will be
the wiser."
"Damn, you're crazy!" He grinned as he leaned back against the
wall, unbuckling his belt. "Eric, Dev. Come here!" The guys
both wore identical shocked expressions. Quickly, he told them
the plan, to the sounds of their cheers.
"Ray, you rock!" One of them exclaimed as Daisy settled herself
on her knees, ignoring the uneven cobblestones.
The raucous revelry continued around them. Daisy looked up
expectantly as he loosed his already hard cock out of his pants.
"Mmmmm, that looks yummy!" she giggled, before licking the
bright red rod that pointed at her face. His moan didn't get far
in the surrounding party noise when she took the head into her
mouth. Daisy felt his cock jump in her mouth, getting harder, as
she quickly dropped her mouth down sliding wetly back and forth.
She kept her hands on her thighs, using just her mouth. She
looked up at him when she heard him groan loudly. His fingers
reached out to her head, tensing around her scalp. She knew the
whole thing must be getting to him, his cock was already
pulsing, seconds from cumming in her mouth. She slid down taking
him completely in her mouth. She grinned slightly as he moaned,
"Aw, fuck." He exploded in her mouth, his thighs shaking as his
hands gripped her head tighter. After a few moments, he slumped
against the building wall behind him.
"Holy shit that's good!"
"Round Robin Gentlemen!" Daisy called out, licking her lips.
The changed places, and once again, she was face to face with a
denim fly.
"Give it to her, Dev!" Eric hollered over the noise of the
brass band a few doors down. Devin grinned down at her, as she
unzipped his pants and fished out a very substantial and hard
dick.
"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this." She squealed. Her hand wrapped
around the base, and she flicked her tongue at the tip. She blew
a light, cool breath over it, feeling it jerk in her hand.
Devin's hand fell to her head, as one of the other guys jostled
against her.
"Sorry," he muttered. The crowd was getting larger. She'd have
to hurry if she was going to get them all done before the crews
came around with their floats. Her lips opened wide, pulling the
head of his cock into her mouth. Her head bounced over his head
in time to the music playing in the bar behind them. His hand
clenched against her scalp, trying to pull her lower. She
stopped that by letting her teeth graze his sensitive skin. She
shook her head while looking up at him, and began to moan into
him. He shuddered in response.
"Oh, Fuck, yeah." He groaned, as her other hand came up to
massage his balls. She grinned up at him, releasing his head,
and licking a line down the back of his heavily veined tool to
his bulging balls. Like a cat, she licked the taut skin, her
other hand holding tightly to the bottom of his cock. Sucking
one ball into her mouth, her other hand began to slowly slide up
and down his wet shaft. Her nose nuzzled his cock as she
released one ball, and pulled the other into her mouth. She
hummed along with the music now, feeling the vibration working
through his swelling testicle. Devin pumped wildly into her
hand. She released his ball, and licked a fine line, following
the bulging vein back up to his head. Her hand flashed quickly
up and down his length, as her mouth latched onto the tip,
sucking wetly. He fought to get deeper into her mouth, his
movements becoming jerky. Reaching up with her other hand, she
carefully squeezed his balls as she sucked ferociously. Devin
jerked against her face once. Twice. On the third jerk, he
flooded her mouth, a small amount dribbling out the corner as he
moaned and collapsed back against the wall. She finished
cleaning him off and grabbed one of the guys' drinks. She took
a large swig, and handed it back.
"Thanks, I needed that!"
The men switched places again, but this time, Daisy was staring
at a pair of khakis.
"I guess that means you're Eric?" She smiled up at him.
Quickly, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned himself before she
could reach for it. Her hands came up to still his own rushing
hands.
"Take your time," she smiled. "Enjoy it." His hands shakily
fell to his sides. The music around them gained volume, as she
dragged the zipper down. Without warning, his shaft flew out,
unencumbered by underclothing.
"Wow, someone else is anxious to meet me!" she grinned. Eric
looked at her with glazed eyes, not quite able to hear her over
the increasing noise. Deciding it wasn't very important after
all, she decided not to repeat herself, but fell instead to his
wide cock.
She nipped the tip teasingly, her tongue flicking quickly over
the well releasing his precum. She released the head, only to
flick her tongue over the shaft. She felt her hair being pulled
back into a pony tail, and felt him jerk against her face.
Knowing that being last he'd been teased the longest, she took
pity on him.
Daisy slid back up and swallowed his cock down her throat
without further tormenting him. She felt him pull at her hair,
and let him fuck her mouth fully, letting his cock slide wetly
in and out of her mouth. Her hands came up to cup his tight ass
as she groaned.
She heard him mutter something above her, but it had gotten too
noisy to hear much. He was really getting into it, with a
rhythm that made her think he might be the best of the bunch if
she were to fuck one of them. The thought got her hotter, and
she reached down and began touching herself. Eric saw it, and
his rhythm changed, harder, slower. She felt rather than heard
his groan.
"Ahem."
At that moment, Eric exploded in her mouth, his cum hitting her
hard at the back of her throat.
"Ahem."
Eric opened his eyes slowly, then quickly when he saw who was
clearing his throat.
"I know the rules are pretty lax here guys, But you can't be
out here like this on the street."
Daisy quickly wiped her mouth in shock.
"I'm so sorry Officer!" She stood up, wobbling. Her knees
weren't very strong after kneeling on the cobblestones for so
long.
"Free BJ." He read her shirt out loud. "Jesus. Do I need to
take you to the station? What were you thinking with that sort
of declaration on Mardi Gras?" He paused, pulling his hat off
and running his fingers through his hair. "These guys didn't
hurt you or force you or anything, right?" The three of them
tensed suddenly, watching warily.
"Oh, no officer! Not at all. They were perfect gentlemen." He
gave her a hard look. "No money exchanged hands?"
"We're as shocked as you are officer." Devin spoke up. "We
didn't even talk about money. Just about her shirt."
"Well, young lady. Come with me." He took her gently by the arm.
"Officer, really. Please read the back of my shirt first?"
Daisy pleaded. He looked at her oddly, but complied.
" BJ Benning was jailed on January 20th, for a number of mail
and cash scams. When given evidence of Identity Theft in her
defense, the court still refused to release BJ on bail. Justice
requires that the court FREE BJ"
"Well, I'll be good and God damned." The cop shook his head.
"Girl, didn't you even think what that could've meant?"
"I'm sorry sir, no. I didn't think of it until these guys
suggested. But it wasn't their fault!"
"Well, I can't leave you here. Not in THAT. Let me get you back
to your..."
"Hotel, officer...I'm staying over there," Daisy replied
relieved, as she pointed to a building across the way. She
waved goodbye to the stunned men, mouthing "Thank you," as she
turned away. They nodded, with slightly shell-shocked looks on
their faces. The officer helped her to weave her way through the
crowd. It took a few minutes, but they finally reached the front
of her hotel.
"I'm sure I don't need to tell you not to come out to the
streets in that shirt again, right?" he looked at her sternly.
"No Sir! Thank you very much for walking me back." She quickly
turned and entered the hotel. She rushed to the elevator, and
turned to see a number of people openly staring at her as the
doors closed.
She hit the button for the second floor. Quickly she went into
her door. She could see Brenda standing on the balcony,
overlooking the street.
"Did you get them?" Daisy asked.
Brenda smirked. "Great photos. Just wait! What a brilliant
idea! The hits on the website will be so high, this trip will be
totally covered!"
"What can I say, BJ, it worked like a charm."
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Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2004
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