Ricky Dicky Nicky And Dawn Novels & Stories

This Bar isn't just a normal bar, I'll turn into something amazing. I ran toward the backstage. There, I saw my friend DJ Rick with Perry talking. "Hey!" They turned their heads on me. I waved my hands and ran towards them. "Yo! You're so early tonight!" Rick offered me a hive five, I reached it. Perry and I fist bump. Rick is with his black cap and rimmed black glasses. Perry is in his brush up hair, exposing clearly his white face and jawline. "Are they all ready?" I asked. "I'm so excited! I bet the dancers are all shriveled with excitement and nervousness,"

“For just one night with one of you.” Calder chuckled, his hand raising till they were dangerously close to my side boobs that peaked out of the top Val had given to me. “We don’t fuck individually, darling. So it is either all of us, or none.” “What do you want, Janice?” Nancy’s face came to me once again, all smiles and giggles as we walked into the pack. My throat tightened a bit. This wasn’t who I was. I didn’t know the person who spoke the next words.

he whispered. I nodded slowly. I stood up, walked over to the waiter managing the music, and asked him to play “Dangerous Woman” by Ariana Grande. The moment the sultry, slow-tempo song started pulsing through the speakers, I reached up and pulled out the band holding my hair together, letting it cascade down my back. I turned back to my companion, flipping my hair behind my shoulders as I leaned down toward him. I deliberately trailed my fingers down his chest, moving past his stomach until I reached his protruding cock through his shorts. I rubbed it gently, testing his reaction, before I swiftly spun around.

The needle glided effortlessly over smooth caramel skin. Her thick thigh laid comfortably over the other; the bottom leg bent slightly. Soft legs turned into cute little feet. Manicured toes wiggled softly, nails painted a capri blue. A pink and blue floral sun dress was pulled up over wide hips, revealing powder blue laced underwear. Plump cleavage popped out of her black bra and dress. They rippled slightly as the tattoo gun continued it's work.

Something else is also, something that I don't want to name or speak of. I hesitate for a long time, and stare at the last photo of them standing together. Their smiles are easy, and their bodies relaxed but something about them is unmistakably calculated. The way they stand, the glint in their eyes, the space they take up even through a screen. I blink hard, then scroll down to read their bio. We’re looking for a baby girl we can spoil together, as three daddies. Just for one night with no strings, purely play.