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One Week In October

Part 7 Skinheads have needs too

A Week in October

Part VII Skinheads have needs too

As I approached the booth where I had left Chloe and the two guys, it appeared that both had kept their word and neither had come. I glanced from one hard dribbling dick to the other and then at Chloe who was still slowly wanking one in each hand and glancing at each in turn.

"Thank fuck !" said Bens owner "I couldn't hold out much longer" he gasped.

At that, a huge jet of spunk flew out of the end of his dick and hurtled through the air over the table towards his buddy, King's owner was momentarily startled and confused by the viscous fluid that hit him full in the forehead and started running down his face. As he looked up trying to figure what had happened a second jet was sent forth, all four of us watched and as if in slow motion as the huge globule rose in the air then appeared float gently onto the table, a final weaker jet was now soaking into his jeans just above the knee. Chloe turned her full attention to Kings owner and increased the speed of her manipulations, within a minute the guy was gasping a warning of his immanent eruption, seconds later a steady trickle of spunk oozed from the end of his dick and traced a silvery line down Chloe's hand and dripped into his lap.

"OK guys – that's you " I announced " Go settle up with Mac and leave a tenner on the table for Chloe's taxi – and if you are smart you will leave a contact number with Mac."

With that they both rose from the table and set off down the corridor, presumably to clean up and collect the dogs. Meanwhile I looked out of the window as the taxi drew up, an older man in his fifties with a full white beard and moustache was waving in at us, he was chewing on a Sherlock Holmes style pipe, I raised my hand and separated my fingers indicating we would be out in five minutes, with that he pulled the flat cap from his head and waved acknowledgement.

"There's the taxi Chloe – how you feeling!" I asked.

"Shit Stacey ! I'm horny as hell " she replied.

"Slip your panties off " I replied " I have an idea"

Just then the guys came back with the dogs in tow, one of them laid a ten pound note on the table and the both said their goodbyes. Mac followed shortly after with a receipt showing the guys had settled in full and one of them had written a mobile phone number on the receipt. I took the receipt and lifted my bag from the seat next to me, Mac also carried a dishcloth and a plastic bottle filled with an orange liquid which had a pump action spray built into the handle

" Better clean up this mess " he smiled looking down where jets of semen had landed

He proceeded to spray then thoroughly wipe our table until he was satisfied there were no traces of our earlier activity.

"Damn it Mac – I've dropped my purse" I said " Can you reach it ?"

With that he disappeared under the table and started groping around in the darkness trying to locate my purse. I lowered my hand under the table and waited. As he methodically searched the floor he was gradually coming closer and closer, as he came into reach I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled, he squealed and quickly crawled forward following my hand. As hard as I could I rammed his face into Chloe's crotch, with my free hand I placed her hands on either side of his head and signalled for her to grab a handful of hair. She quickly realised my intention and pulled hard as she smashed her sopping pussy into his face. She managed to manoeuvre into a position where her clitty was jammed into the bridge of his nose and she was furiously fucking his face.

" I think you missed some doggy spunk down there Mac " I taunted " better clean it all up"

Chloe couldn't take much of this and minutes later she had come all over Macs face. She released her grip and Mac crawled backwards from under the table, I glanced out at the taxi driver and gave him a thumbs up indicating we were about to leave once again he waved his cap. Mac face emerged above the end of the table, his eyes were tight shut and he was gasping for breath, his entire face was covered in a thick film of doggy come and pussy juice.

"Shit Stacey " he complained

" I guess that's us even Mac" I smirked

With that we left the café and jumped into the black cab waiting at the kerb. I gave Sherlock my address and sat down beside Chloe. The clock in the cab dash board read 12:30, I thought again of Andy. The feeling of impending doom gathered around me and as if to highlight the fact , outside it started to rain. As I looked around the cab I noticed a huge "NO SMOKING" sign and looked at the driver. He still had the pipe dangling from his mouth and resting on his beard but no smoke was emanating from the bowl or from his mouth. He must have caught me in the rear view mirror staring at him.

"Haven't lit it for twenty years dear" he offered " Just couldn't bear to be without it – the old lady calls it my dummy tit " he chuckled.

We drew up outside my building and I turned to Chloe

"This is my building – third floor left – Baker on the door" I said "If you ever want to drop in, feel free"

"I will " she replied "My boyfriend stays directly below you."

"Take care " I said and jumped out of the cab.


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