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All-Stars II: "Big" Dick Davidson vs. Sexton Tempest
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"DISCO IS NOT DEAD!"
The limp body of Leon Kensworth comes flying down the corridor, propelled by some strange and unknown (at this point) force, only stopping when his face makes contact with the opposite wall. A furious, overweight, relic from the 70's emerges, looks down at Kensworth and removes his glasses, Becky Serra who was sitting nearby, too shocked to stand up, literally slides off of her seat.
"DISCO IS LIFE!"
The man said in pure, groovy, fury.
He picks up the body of Kensworth, holds him still, winks at the disgusted but aroused Becky and hits him with an earth shattering uppercut, sending Kensworth flying again, right into the back of a waiting ambulance.
I called that earlier, just exactly for this type of scenario," he winks again at Becky, who finds herself propelled towards him by forces unknown. "Never let it be said that Sexton Tempest isn't a caring kinda guy."
Becky shuddered, or at least tried to, she couldnt help but stare in awe at this peak of physical manliness. Sexton reaches into his top pocket and pulls out a cigar, puts it to his mouth in a movement that would give an uncontrolled girl an instant orgasm and goes to light it. . .
"You cant smoke that in here," comes the timid voice of Becky Serra. Sexton looks at her and raises and eyebrow. "It's against the rules!" She piped up bravely.
"I dont give a fuck about rules, baby!" Sexton lights his cigar, and breathes the smoke into a passer-bys face, he looks annoyed but walks on quickly, not wanting to annoy Sexton. Becky who would normally be repulsed by such an act found herself unable to show her revulsion. There was something about the way this mans chest hair stuck out of the top of his shirt.
"That there the All Stars matches?" Before she can answer he rips the poster off the wall and looks at it closely. "Huh," he said, puffing on his cigar. ""Big" Dick Davidson! Now theres a man overcompensating for something, you know what I mean?" He chuckles at Becky, who laughs nervously, "Yup, I'd say he was overcompensating for having a small dick."
Becky laughs again, because she thought that she should. Sexton stubs the other mans name out with his cigar.
"Well, after I've destroyed that poser, how about you and me get it awn?"
"This is 2012, that stuff doesnt work with Women anymore."
"Not where I am from baby."
"Oh, and where are you from?"
Sexton lowers his cigar, a look of genuine disgust etched on his face.
"You dont know baby? I am from the land where Sexualness was invented!"
"Have a different calendar in that place do they?"
Sexton thinks for a while, he is not a quick thinker.
"Yeah baby," he says brightly, "and every month has a picture of me, ooooh yeah!"
He see's her reaction.
"And I am naked!" He says and starts to thrust his pelvis in her direction, her curiousity at this statue of manliness overcoming her desire to throw up, Sexton pulls a hip flask out and takes a long swig, still thrusting. He proffers the flask to her. She goes to refuse, but something about this man screams "live for the moment" and she takes the flask and takes a long swig herself. Almost choking on the foul liquid.
"Thats not the only thing you'll be choking on, baby," she gasps in disgust, "because my next few words are going to be pretty shocking!"
"Sexton Tempest is here to grooove!
A long pause, broken only be the noise of Sexton vigorously thrusting.
"Thats it?"
"You mean thats not enough?" He replied, "Oh I see, you want to see Sexton's calendar shots? Becky blushes and shakes her head, well, it just so happens, I am naked under these clothes!"
His pants as you Americans call them turn out to be the kind you can rip right off, while his upper clothing gave him a bit more trouble, but before long and with some perseverence Sexton was stood in front of Becky, totally in the nude. She tries to avert her eyes, but his manhood seems to fill all her vision wherever she stands.
""Big" Dick Davidson," he snorted, "well this right here's a Big Dick, and I beat it every night!"
"It's very. . . erect."
"Baby, I've never been flaccid!"
"Never!"
Sexton reflected on this.
"Nope! Now lets see your calender shots," he said, with an evil twinkle in his eye.
"Oh but I shouldnt, I am working!"
"Hey, I am working too, but you'd hate for me to work alone!" He said and winked.
"But not here!"
Sexton leans across her, using the wall behind her as a support, she feels trapped in a corner as his hot, smelly, alchohol stained breath engulfs her. She feels all Woman.
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Stacy Madison is walking down the corridor, she is feeling irritable because she hasnt had a decent interview all day, she turns a corner and see's.
"My God, Becky!" The man climbs to his feet, beaming from ear to ear, naked as the day he was born, with a raging hard on. He scratches his moustache.
"Care to join, miss?" Stacey is about to say no, but well, its been a long day, and she couldnt help but notice the look of extreme ecstacy on Becky Serra's face. Relunctantly, but not that relunctantly she joins in.
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"Good, God!"
"Hey, Jonny Klamor, theres room for one more!"
The limp body of Leon Kensworth comes flying down the corridor, propelled by some strange and unknown (at this point) force, only stopping when his face makes contact with the opposite wall. A furious, overweight, relic from the 70's emerges, looks down at Kensworth and removes his glasses, Becky Serra who was sitting nearby, too shocked to stand up, literally slides off of her seat.
"DISCO IS LIFE!"
The man said in pure, groovy, fury.
He picks up the body of Kensworth, holds him still, winks at the disgusted but aroused Becky and hits him with an earth shattering uppercut, sending Kensworth flying again, right into the back of a waiting ambulance.
I called that earlier, just exactly for this type of scenario," he winks again at Becky, who finds herself propelled towards him by forces unknown. "Never let it be said that Sexton Tempest isn't a caring kinda guy."
Becky shuddered, or at least tried to, she couldnt help but stare in awe at this peak of physical manliness. Sexton reaches into his top pocket and pulls out a cigar, puts it to his mouth in a movement that would give an uncontrolled girl an instant orgasm and goes to light it. . .
"You cant smoke that in here," comes the timid voice of Becky Serra. Sexton looks at her and raises and eyebrow. "It's against the rules!" She piped up bravely.
"I dont give a fuck about rules, baby!" Sexton lights his cigar, and breathes the smoke into a passer-bys face, he looks annoyed but walks on quickly, not wanting to annoy Sexton. Becky who would normally be repulsed by such an act found herself unable to show her revulsion. There was something about the way this mans chest hair stuck out of the top of his shirt.
"That there the All Stars matches?" Before she can answer he rips the poster off the wall and looks at it closely. "Huh," he said, puffing on his cigar. ""Big" Dick Davidson! Now theres a man overcompensating for something, you know what I mean?" He chuckles at Becky, who laughs nervously, "Yup, I'd say he was overcompensating for having a small dick."
Becky laughs again, because she thought that she should. Sexton stubs the other mans name out with his cigar.
"Well, after I've destroyed that poser, how about you and me get it awn?"
"This is 2012, that stuff doesnt work with Women anymore."
"Not where I am from baby."
"Oh, and where are you from?"
Sexton lowers his cigar, a look of genuine disgust etched on his face.
"You dont know baby? I am from the land where Sexualness was invented!"
"Have a different calendar in that place do they?"
Sexton thinks for a while, he is not a quick thinker.
"Yeah baby," he says brightly, "and every month has a picture of me, ooooh yeah!"
He see's her reaction.
"And I am naked!" He says and starts to thrust his pelvis in her direction, her curiousity at this statue of manliness overcoming her desire to throw up, Sexton pulls a hip flask out and takes a long swig, still thrusting. He proffers the flask to her. She goes to refuse, but something about this man screams "live for the moment" and she takes the flask and takes a long swig herself. Almost choking on the foul liquid.
"Thats not the only thing you'll be choking on, baby," she gasps in disgust, "because my next few words are going to be pretty shocking!"
"Sexton Tempest is here to grooove!
A long pause, broken only be the noise of Sexton vigorously thrusting.
"Thats it?"
"You mean thats not enough?" He replied, "Oh I see, you want to see Sexton's calendar shots? Becky blushes and shakes her head, well, it just so happens, I am naked under these clothes!"
His pants as you Americans call them turn out to be the kind you can rip right off, while his upper clothing gave him a bit more trouble, but before long and with some perseverence Sexton was stood in front of Becky, totally in the nude. She tries to avert her eyes, but his manhood seems to fill all her vision wherever she stands.
""Big" Dick Davidson," he snorted, "well this right here's a Big Dick, and I beat it every night!"
"It's very. . . erect."
"Baby, I've never been flaccid!"
"Never!"
Sexton reflected on this.
"Nope! Now lets see your calender shots," he said, with an evil twinkle in his eye.
"Oh but I shouldnt, I am working!"
"Hey, I am working too, but you'd hate for me to work alone!" He said and winked.
"But not here!"
Sexton leans across her, using the wall behind her as a support, she feels trapped in a corner as his hot, smelly, alchohol stained breath engulfs her. She feels all Woman.
-------- ------------------------ ------------
Stacy Madison is walking down the corridor, she is feeling irritable because she hasnt had a decent interview all day, she turns a corner and see's.
"My God, Becky!" The man climbs to his feet, beaming from ear to ear, naked as the day he was born, with a raging hard on. He scratches his moustache.
"Care to join, miss?" Stacey is about to say no, but well, its been a long day, and she couldnt help but notice the look of extreme ecstacy on Becky Serra's face. Relunctantly, but not that relunctantly she joins in.
--------- ------------------------- ----------
"Good, God!"
"Hey, Jonny Klamor, theres room for one more!"
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