Indecent Encounters Read Free Page B

While the need for sex drove her on, Poppy wasn’t one for Saturday parties. She and her partner usually stayed at home and amused themselves with their own company.
     
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    Owen watched her as she made her passage toward him. He wanted to rip her clothes off, throw her on the bar and fuck her until she begged to come. He smiled to himself as he shifted into his seat to relieve the pressure on his dick. “Maybe later.” Once more he wondered about the woman in the white peasant blouse. The red bra under it branded her ready for anything. “So what fantasy can I give you tonight, princess?”
    “Joshua,” Poppy called out as she reached him.
    He smiled at the name. Do I look like a Joshua? Or is it her fantasy to be taken by one? “Hello, princess, I’m glad you came.”
    “Did I have a choice?”
    His eyes locked on hers. “You always do. It’s whether you choose to be good or bad.” Owen chuckled as she blushed. It was hard to believe that the woman who stood unashamed and naked on her balcony or indulged in stranger sex in the alley could blush.
    Poppy surveyed the room. “This place is—”
    “A knocking shop? A place full of horny people wanting to get laid?”
    “Yes,” she conceded as she picked up his drink and took a gulp.
    “Don’t you want to have a good time, princess?” Owen had no firm plan in mind for her yet, but he expected, like the truck driver in the alley, her entertainment would be assured.
    “Yes, but—”
    “What do you crave?” Was it the way girls were brought up that made it difficult for them to name and act on their desires?
    Poppy licked her lips and looked at the men around her. “Um, well, nothing.”
    Owen leaned in and whispered against her ear, “Liar.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and enjoyed the feel of her voluptuous body against his. He had never understood why women resorted to diet away their curves.
    “I should go.” Poppy tried to pull out from his arms.
    “Why? Are your fantasies too wild to name?” He knew that couldn’t be true of the woman he had taken in the alley.
     
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    Poppy looked into his eyes. They held a knowledge of her that made her tremble. “Yes.” She wanted to name them. Standing naked on a balcony was easy. Asking to be used by multiple men wasn’t. What would my partner say?
    “Do you want to be taken?”
    She went red in the face. How did he know? “I, er—”
    “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, princess.”
    “I’m not. It’s just—”
    “And who do we have here?” Her words were interrupted by a tall, dark haired man coming to stand before her. “Looking for a good time with the purple helmeted custard chucker, sweetheart?”
    “A purple helmeted what?” Was it some sort of cocktail or a local dish?
    Joshua smiled. “He means his dick.”
    That was the last thing Poppy would have thought of. What men call their penises amazed her sometimes. “Oh, right. I mean no.” I mean yes. I don’t know. The ‘purple helmeted custard chucker’ statement had thrown her completely, and Poppy had thought she had heard everything.
    Other men joined them.
    “Boys, this lady is new in town and looking for fun,” Joshua explained to them.
    Poppy turned to him in shock at his blatant announcement. “I’m not a piece of meat.” While she wasn’t pure as the driven snow, Poppy preferred to have some class until things got down and dirty.
    “No, but you’ve just told me what you need and I’m happy to help you get it.”
    The men nodded in agreement.
    She looked at the four men and then Joshua. Could I allow myself to be used like this? Five hungry dicks all wanting a turn? “I, um —” What? She had needs. She had the ability to fulfill them. There was no need to feel guilt when it came to the steady man in her life. This was her choice. He knew and accepted that. So what the hell am I waiting for? She looked into Joshua’s eyes.
    “Take her to the back room, boys.”
    And that was