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50 Pounds Bet

... briefly before she danced away from them. Before long, the song ended, amidst loud cheering from her captive audience. As Suzy came striding over towards me, I expected her to pick up her dress so we could make a move. I was really desperate now to sink my cock inside her. Seeing her behave so wantonly had me feeling hornier than I could stand. To my surprise, Suzy simply picked her dress up slightly off the floor with the toe of her shoe and kicked it towards me. I caught it and watched spellbound as she began to dance again as another tune came on the jukebox. She came towards me and pulled me out of my seat, then put her arms on my shoulders, caressing them, then feeling my chest. Suddenly she turned around, pushing her ass against the hard bulge in my jeans and whispered back to me. “Well, aren’t you going to undo my bra for me?” “You’re not seriously going to take it all off, are you?” “No, you are darling,” she replied and pulled my hands to the strap of her bra. “Go on. I want them all to see my tits. And you do too, don’t you?” I looked at the expectant faces of the men around the room, and did exactly as she said. When the strap was undone, she pulled my hands around her and pressed them against her tits, so they were completely covered when she let the bra fall to the floor. Then she placed her hands on my own and moved them in a circular motion, making sure everyone could see that she was letting me grope her. Nobody knew we were together, and they must have ...

... thought I was pretty lucky. Suddenly, she moved away from me and danced towards the middle of the floor, then lay on her back. She threw her legs up in the air and spread them wide apart, stroking her thighs as she did so. Everyone at the tables leaned over to get a better view as she licked her fingers and then began to stroke and pinch her nipples and squeeze her tits. I could see she was genuinely horny and that this wasn’t all some act. She moved one of her hands down between her legs and began to rub herself through the material of her thong, moaning quietly. Soon the music stopped and there were more cheers and whistles from the crowd as she stood up and took a bow. When she walked over to me I handed the dress to her, but instead of putting it on, she flung it on the table beside me. Suddenly the music started again and she turned her back to me and bent over so her ass was inches from my face. “Well,” she whispered. “Aren’t you going to pull down my panties?” “Don’t you think you’ve gone far enough?” I said. “Well, just one more song, I think. Come on, if you don’t pull them down, I’ll have to ask someone else. ” I just sat there, paralysed, not knowing what to do, until suddenly she stood upright and strode over to a scruffy looking guy at another table. When she bent over in front of him, she didn’t need to tell him what to do. He hooked his fingers inside her panties and slowly pulled them down, nuzzling his face against her as he did so. He began to lick and kiss the ...