by kitkat091Indigo.

His friends called him Indigo.

Even the tattoo on his right shoulder…one of his many tattoos on the sleeves…read “Indigo” and was done in an indigo coloured heart.

His guitar even had the word “Indigo” emblazoned upon the back, just in case he forgot.

The woman with him would call him Indigo if she were not on her knees and her mouth were not full of what Indigo had offered from his lap.  With her wide eyes and eager use of tongue and saliva, she seemed to like what he had.

“Ooh man, that looks nice,” Dennis said with a nod as he pushed up his glasses. Dennis was Indigo’s agent. Dennis was the geek of the organization.

Indigo, obviously, was the talent. His talent made up for the tiny erection that young Felicia was currently gobbling.

Felicia had talent, too. She rarely got rug burns, for example…but that was mostly as she wore thigh high boots…as she currently was…so her knees never hit rug. She was also the champion pole dancer at Jacoby Creek Lounge. Her long brunette curls hid the current pole dance that her tongue was currently performing, but Indigo felt it all.  One last talent was her ability to get backstage at concerts and, like today, end up playing with the people she had just watched perform.

“Oh man, you will have to give her a try after she’s finished with me, Dennis.” Indigo’s voice was full of deep breathy syllables that Barry White would have been impressed by. With one massive paw, he pushed back Felicia’s curls so he could watch the penetration.

The music piped into the private rim from the club currently had Tom Petty staring that he thought it was good to be king.

Dennis’ brown eyes widened and he tugged at his already loosened tie. “I don’t know. Marsha…”

“Marsha’s not here.” Indigo’s blue eyes locked with Felicia’s and gave her a mischievous wink. “I’m not telling Marsha.”

“No, but…”

“Are you gonna tell Marsha?” Indigo asked Felicia.

Felicia shook her head with Indigo’s tiny penis as deep in her mouth as she could suck it.

“Good girl.” He lightly stroked her head. Briefly flicking his eyes at Dennis. “You’re not gonna tell Marsha either.  Marsha…Marsha…Marsha?”

At first, Dennis opened his mouth to respond, but then just shut his mouth and shook his head.

“Good. Now unzip and show Felicia what she is dealing with.”

A brief glance first went to the wedding band on his finger, but as instructed, he stood…unzipped…and a massive length slipped from his pants.

The sight nearly caused Felicia to gag.

“Holy shit, man.” Even Indigo smiled and was impressed. “Maybe Felicia will need a break after I’m done before taking on that bad boy.”

Felicia even chimed in with her deep smoker voice, “I need to fuck that.”

This time Dennis’ face showed panic. “But…”

Indigo cut him off, “Shut the fuck up. You’ll now have to fuck this fair maiden. So many worse things you could do.”

Sinking down to his seat, Dennis knew he was in trouble.

“How about a threesome?” Felicia asked before pulling Indigo’s erection back into her mouth. She also reached over and began to stroke Dennis’ as well.

“Fuck yes,” Indigo agreed.

“But…” Dennis pleaded.

Both Indigo and Felicia glared at him.

This time, however, it did not work.

“No, I can’t.  Marsha would…”

“Marsha approves, you idiot!” Marsha glared at him from her chair in the corner of the room. Her own brown curls falling in front of her face.

“But…”

“One condition.” Marsha held up a finger.

“See!” Dennis turned to the other two with a confused victorious smile.

Marsha began to pull up her Jean skirt. “I brought my strap-on. I get to fuck Felicia first.”

Indigo and Felicia both roared and laughed their agreement.

Dennis whimpered.

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