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when she moaned around Ian’s cock, it was a groan of
frustration as he moved too quickly away from that small bundle of
nerves. Ian’s low curse and clenched jaw indicated his impending
release, and she had no trouble swallowing his come like the pro
she was.
    Brody wasted no time releasing his cock as
Ian tucked his away. They had shared bed partners in the past, both
of them enjoying the occasional ménage, but since they were
working, they always made sure one of them was unoccupied at these
parties despite the fact their prime target wasn’t involved.
“Straddle me,” he ordered the woman whom he still couldn’t pin a
name on, his need to ease his lust and pent up frustration over
this assignment making him brusquely impatient to put an end to
both.
    “Ooh, you feel so good, sugar,” she crooned
in his ear as she sank down onto him, her pussy folding around his
latex covered erection with practiced ease, her body lifting up and
down, riding him with all the finesse of a well tutored and
experienced prostitute.
    Brody didn’t know why that irritated him, why
his mind preferred the naïve, innocent moves of an inexperienced,
off limits young girl and the unobstructed feel of taking her
bareback, even though his cock was having no trouble enjoying the
practiced moves and warm, clutching walls surrounding it. Holding
her short skirt up with one hand, Brody slapped her left cheek hard
as he took a taut nipple into his mouth.
    Unfortunately, his attempt to divert his
thoughts by spicing up their fucking backfired as her response,
“Yes, baby, spank me,” followed by a startled cry of feigned
pleasure when he did just that, was a complete turnoff. Her ass
warmed quickly as he slapped her several more times, her body
jerking as she rode him faster, harder, but her pussy didn’t gush
over his cock with increased moisture, a sure indication she didn’t
get off on that little bite of pain.
    Brody shifted his hand to her pussy, rooted
out her clit, and made sure he thrust hard against it as his balls
drew up tautly, preparing for the climax he felt about to erupt,
ensuring she received just as much pleasure. This time he did feel
that release of added juices as well as the small contractions of
her slick walls around him, his cue it was time to let go.
     
    Piper shifted her crouched position where she
sat hidden behind a wide plant on a second floor balcony that
overlooked the large, spacious room below, trying to resist the
strong urge to loosen her jeans and slip her hand inside to ease
the ache watching the activities below had built. It had been
somewhat mortifying the way she ended up here spying on the private
party taking place. Dipping into her savings for the first time,
she had packed a few changes of clothes and booked a flight to New
Jersey a few days after Brody left. An inquiry at her hotel led her
to the Empire Casino, owned and operated by Charles Sandoval. She
had no home address for him nor was there one listed in the
directory, so today she had decided to track him down at the
Empire.
    Having never patronized a casino before, she
was star struck by its sheer magnitude and opulence. She had spent
the first two hours simply walking around, hoping to catch sight of
Charles as she took in all the activities going on at once. Several
times she stopped to watch the play at a table or slot while trying
not to gasp at the amount of money people were willing to wager and
lose. Hunger and nerves had finally driven her into one of the five
restaurants listed in the directory, but she had been so
overwhelmed by her surroundings and her increasing disappointment
in not locating Charles, she had trouble swallowing despite her
hunger.
    Finally she had to admit searching for one
man in this place was as futile as finding a needle in a haystack
and she decided to bite the bullet and simply ask for him. She
started out by asking to speak with the owner, but wasn’t surprised
when that request was answered by the woman