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"So, how do they feel?" I asked him, squeezing his shaft as I brought my hand down towards his balls. "Good," he said, his voice cracking a little, unexpectedly, as his breath caught. I smiled. "Good. Now, blow on these until they dry," I said, holding the nails he had just painted in front of his face as if I intended for him to kiss my hand, "while I blow on this." I slid off the couch and with my free hand pulled my dress under me as I crouched between his knees. He gripped my left wrist with both his hands, and his stiff cock jerked in anticipation. I wanted it down my throat, but I was going to tease him until his balls ached. I leaned forward and kissed the head, all lip, leaving the imprint of an orange lipstick crown. The phone rang and George answered it, "Helvetica Black," and at the same time the doorbell rang. My heart began to pound within my chest as I realized I was having sex in public like this, in front of total strangers. With a total stranger, for that matter, although that didn't bother me. Not knowing the onlookers, however, especially not knowing who had just come in or how they would react, did disturb me. Sure, most of the guys weren't watching us all the time, and they weren't watching us with the intention of getting off from watching us, but they certainly looked over at us from time to time, curious if nothing else. I wondered what they were thinking. They hadn't exactly voiced their acceptance of Nathan and me having sex in front of them, but they hadn't withheld their consent either. The newcomers hadn't yet had a chance to withhold their consent. As my face hovered in front of Nathan's eagerly twitching cock, I wondered what to do, how they would respond, and a zillion other hangups and concerns that held me frozen with indecision. Then I remembered that for today I was a bitchy, irreverent drag queen and I opened my mouth. None of these queens would recognize me out of drag, anyway. My tongue met the warm, dry flesh of Nathan's cock and eagerly began bathing it in saliva, wetting it down for my now-orange lips to glide smoothly along the shaft. With my right hand, I grabbed the base of his cock and pulled it toward me, positioning it. My lips sunk lower, toward the blond braid that Bernie had tied on. I rocked back and forth on my high heels, his cock sliding into and out of my mouth with the motion. My own cock was throbbing insistently beneath my dress. With my right hand (I still didn't trust that the nails of my left were dry) I reached beneath the folds of fabric to grab hold of it, poking out from my loose boxer shorts. I began to jerk off, thrusting into my palm each time I rocked forward onto Nathan's cock. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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