"Suck my cock for luck." Brian lowered his already unzipped jeans and lets a stiff nine fall in front of her lips. She devoured him and maintained her throat thrusts until he stopped her, pulling away then slapping her face with his crown like a whip. She looked up at him without blinking just to prove her sincerity. Nudging Brian aside brother Jeff required the same. As she sucked him off Brian stepped to her side and continued slapping her cheek and brow. Heath feeling left out stood opposite Brian and gave her a third dick, he too slapping her cheek. Both Brian and Heath clutched her hair as dominant as they pleased. Finally, Jeff pulls out of her mouth in a slobbery gurgle and joins the facial lashes. She accepted her fate and whispered, "Thank you my Masters."
"Enough." Heath grumbled lifting her to her feet by her hair. Affirming her collar was attached well to her neck he released it and hissed, "Get out there and keep our AC on."
"Lots of money Slut. Don't lose a dime of it." Brian chimes in putting his cock away.
"I will earn every penny."
Stepping aside, the trio of badasses escorted her out the door. Like a moth to a flame she shuffled toward the bonfire and erected tents in the distance. Car lights were spread out side to side facing one another to light her path, almost as if an airport runway. Perhaps their strategy was a tribute to her modeling days. There were dozens of cars this time around, far more than the first bonfire.
Trembling she lost count at 27 sets of headlights. Music blaring, booze imbibed, laughter of young men having the time of their lives, the best was yet to cum. She refused to look behind her, going forward her only destination. She knew Brian and Heath were dogging her heels like lovesick puppies with a big dog complex. As voices died down in watching her approach, even the music faded to a lesser volume. This time multiple camcorders tailed her every move.
"Pornstar lifestyle here I come." Margo calmed what few nerves she had allowed in. She was so ready to prove that she could make these young men rally into a sexual frenzy that she would not even be able to resist should she decide to. "After this begins there's no turning back Margo. Look at them all moving forward to see me making my way into the lions den. Once I start dancing I'll be lucky to keep my outfit on for even ten minutes. I wonder if I could cut that time down to five?" She was so horny she could almost rape herself.
On the final stretch before entering the circle of fire Brian Hancock sprinted by her to play MC. Grabbing a microphone from Eric Crowe's DJ setup he told Eric to cut the music. As silence stole the night Brian moved in front of the crowd of men. Camera panned on Brian ready to record his every word.
"HEADS UP YOU HORNY BASTARDS." He quiets the last few stragglers, "TONIGHT WE RECREATE ELLIOT'S GOING AWAY PARTY. SOME OF YOU REMEMBER ELLIOT'S SUPER HOT MOMMY." He dramatically bowed and swept his hand in front of himself as if a Magician preparing to make her clothing disappear.
"Lose the belly dancer outfit." A heckler declares his lust.
"ALL IN GOOD TIME ASSWIPE. FOR THOSE THAT ARE NEW TO THE PARTY...ELLIOT'S MOMMY NEEDS TO MAKE UP FOR HER LAST DANCE. NO SON THIS TIME TO GET IN HER WAY, NO REASON TO BE RESPECTED. SHE'S HERE TO SHOW YOU FELLAS WHAT A MILF MOMMY IS REALLY CAPABLE OF. YOUR HARD EARNED MONEY GETS NOTHING BUT THE BEST. SOOOO...WITHOUT FURTHER ADO...HIT IT DJ CROWE."
Stepping away quickly Margo hears mystical Arabian dance music begin. Not even waiting for an okay from her Master's she barges forth and creates applause by a thrashing of violent hips. Shakira would have been proud. Her tiny bells adding a symphony of attention getters she shook her entire body to rally the interest of her audience. Smiling at her hosts she sprints to Heath and circles him, rubbing her active chest up against his with whiplash intent. He merely stood still and attempted arrogance at its finest. Margo trembled at his smugness and left him out of respect, she knew he wanted her to perform not concentrate on he. Music slowing before raising in tempo she gyrates her belly muscles into a serpentine feat of coil and recoil. Margo was just plain intoxicating to watch.
Moving from Heath to Jeffrey she plants her back to his chest and gyrates her hips and ass over his crotch, her hands over her head caressing his cheeks. As quickly as she turned him on Margo shot off like a light and danced her way around the massive ring of testosterone. Halting every few men to smother them in her flurry of bells, flesh, and sparkling eyes, she had them all drooling. It was overly obvious every guy there wanted her. So much so they were breaking ranks and dancing pathetically along with her in their drunken states. None of her Master's intervened, they wanted to test her endurance. Only if the audience grew abusive would they step in. She of course asked them to honor her request on just that subject. Grace under pressure.
Hands were all over her yet not ruining her dance, giving each individual a breath of her intoxicating perfume and presence. Once inhaled she was gone. Not touching them only created an air of necessity, they had to touch her to compensate. Fondled in every way her lightning fast moves tortured their sensibility. Alcohol was challenging their patience for certain.
Margo counted on their stammering to work in her favor so that she wasn't overwhelmed too early on. The need to stimulate was weighing heavy, she desired the group to take control all at once, not in small bands of bravado. While not overwhelmed now, she craved it still. She wanted to be held down and destroyed. A sexual priestess seeking sacrifice, she wanted to drain them all of their youthful life energies before the dawn.
Her fantasies would come true no matter the cost. Waving her arms toward Eric he smiled and shared his support via a thumbs up. His buddies from Kinison Park, one of which was dating Eric's sister Lily watched Margo's chest dancing from side to side, bells jingling like reindeer games on Christmas Eve. She made her way to Ben and his best boy Greg and shared a closeness of chest to chest, before dragging both boys to her bosom for a motorboat of her own instigation. As fast as she shook them up, she departed leaving them begging for more. Eric had to laugh at his friends. For a rare moment Eric thought of his co-worker Kym, picturing her belly dancing. He might just have to arrange lessons. As quickly as Kym entered his fantasy he shrugged it off in favor of a certain Country Western Bar's Proprietor. Now that would be more amazing!
Resorting to beguiling glares, eyelashes batting to entrance her voyeurs as if she were mentally selecting her lovers of the night, she dared to point out certain individuals that struck her fancy. The more she appointed the more their egos rose. Laughter, cheering, and perverted comments only fueled her ambition. Seeing a certain Braedon Wilkes amidst the ring of intoxication pouring shots into a shot glass, Margo raced to his side and swiped it before he could belt it back.
Moving out into the center of the landscape arena she found her stage. The humongous stump they had put her up on the night of Elliot's party. With an assist up by her tenant Cabot Ross who had remained loyally nearby at all times, she sat up on the stump and sprawled over it, the shot glass poised above her at arms length. With her tune ending she waited until the last possible second before lowering her hand and carefully spilling the Jack Daniels into her belly button.
