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would start with a tingle, cocaine usually just made the area numb, but
that wasn’t the point. The whole idea was to get Mindy to crave the experience.
The coke-clit idea was a sure-fire “let’s fuck” sell to an unattached woman at
a party.
    “Want to try it?”
he asked, and now both of his hands had found her nipples. He rubbed and
lightly tugged, pulling on the hardening peaks. Mindy’s moan was inviting.
    “Yeah, yeah, for
sure,” Mindy said with a drug-dazed smirk.
    Stan stood and
picked up the bag of coke. Alex met his gaze and his blue eyes held an amused,
wordless exchange. It was a combination of “Way to go!” and a “Yeah! Nail the
horny bitch,” look.
    “Catch ya later,”
Stan said to his friend.

Chapter 11.
    “When you can
stop you don't want to, and when you want to stop, you can't...”
    ― Luke
Davies
    ~~~
    Stan Huber
    Stan knew
Tanner’s house. He took Mindy by the hand and pulled her along, laughing and
giggling behind him, as they wove through numerous partygoers.
    Up the back
stairs and down the hall was a small room with a Ping-Pong table, a couch and
even a box of tissues on the side table. Nice. The larger games room was
downstairs.
    For now, this
little recreation area was perfect for the games he wanted to play.
    Sex was always
fun on a couch. The end of a couch was perfect to bend a woman over, spreading
her wide and exposing her completely to his tongue, fingers or cock. Nothing
looked better than a tight, sweet ass and pussy in that position. His cock
twitched with just the thought of taking Mindy from behind.
    “I figure I go
first, since it’s my blow,” Stan said as he sat down on the couch and pulled
Mindy across his lap. “You OK with that?”
    “Fine by me. What
did you have in mind?”
    Stan began to
fondle her breasts with one hand, while kissing her, weaving his other hand
through her hair and pulling her mouth against his. Mindy wrapped her arms
around his neck and moaned deep in her throat as their tongues entwined. Her
lips were soft and her mouth was warm, wet and more than willing.
    They both fell
into the kiss, spiraling into carnal pleasure. A few very pleasant minutes went
by in this manner until his pulse was pounding and his cock throbbed. After a
few hits of coke, Stan felt much more self-confident and utterly buzzed.
    “Sex is better
when you’ve done a few lines, don’t you think?” Stan asked.
    “Mm, yeah.”
    He set her back
from him and brushed her wet, swollen mouth with his thumb. “These lips are
nice and wet,” he said. “I made them wet on purpose. Do you know why?”
    Mindy giggled.
“You want a blow job? Is this a ‘blow’ for ‘blow’ kind of deal?”
    Stan laughed.
“Yes ma’am. That’s funny… and clever. You go to the head of the class,” he
smirked. “And I get head from the head, right?”
    They laughed.
    “On your knees,
babe—no, wait. Take the dress off, and your bra. I want to see those gorgeous
breasts.”
    Mindy clearly
wasn’t self-conscious at all. If anything, she was proud of her curvy, youthful
body. With a sexy broad grin, she started humming strip tease music as she
slowly pulled up her dress, exposing her thighs, then her ass and finally
flinging her dress off.
    Stan was an
appreciative audience, obligingly making catcalls and interjecting with “Hot
damn!” and “Yeah, baby!” at appropriate moments throughout the show.
    Uninhibited by
the effects of the drug, the virtual strangers acted and felt like the best of
friends. By the time her bra and panties were off, Stan was sitting on the
couch naked.
    “Nice. Bring
those beautiful tits over here. I want to suck them.”
    Mindy smiled and
slowly strode toward him in a rolling, sexy strut. Stan softly whistled his
approval. “God, you’re gorgeous. I’m going to fuck those big boobs of yours
later tonight.”
    “You are?” she
said with a charming giggle.
    Stan chuckled and
pulled her down on his lap again, except this time she straddled him.