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Betty and Che	By : broadwaybetty Category: +1 through F > Betty Boop Views: 3701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Betty Boop or Che Guevara (at least not that I know of...) This is purely a work of fiction, I don't know either of these lovelies and I don't make any profit from these writings.

Chapter List
- 1-Betty and Che
- 2-Back to my hotel?
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This was originally written as a word off between Hannibal’s Girl in the italics and Myself in the bold, and the story just blossomed. Enjoy *wink*
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Betty Boop giggled her distinctive giggle and crossed her long legs watching the man at the end of the bar.

Che smirked and stroked his trademark moustache, casting his eyes at the busty brunette sipping her 2nd Galliano martini.

As she felt the pleasant buzz of the alcohol begin to hit her she decided that it was time for another, signalling the besotted barman for another drink.

Che raised his eyebrows. Another one? She was asking for it. He knew nothing except that martini number for was on him.

She was feeling happily punch drunk, lucky for her tolerance for alcohol; she was still quite capable of walking straight. Deciding tonight was defiantly not a night for being able to see straight she waved her hand at the barkeep who had bought her last two drinks, he was cute, but far too young, and she wasn’t that into redheads. She slid a $10 bill onto the bar before he could claim her as his fling for the night.

Che watched her sip elegantly at her drink, her bright red lips curling over the rim of the glass. No sooner has she taken the final sip that the barkeep turned to place another in front of her, indicating to the tall khaki clad stranger at the end of the bar.

She glanced down the bar, sweeping back a tide of dark ringlets before settling her gaze and evaluating her hose, She made a small salute and a wink, taking in his military uniform and combat boots before tilting her glass to him in a small tost.

Che may not have been a ladies man, but he knew a come on when he saw one, picking up his scotch he made his way over to the woman and positioned himself on a cushioned leather stool beside her.

Betty knew men, and she knew exactly what to expect, exactly. A forceful military man to the bone, boring with his tactics but buff from his training. She could see from the comfortable sit of the khaki shirt on his broad shoulders, tapering down to an obviously flat stomach. She tilted forward, leaning a long, delicate arm on the bar and wondered if he owned a pair of handcuffs..

“Hi…”Betty batted her eyelids and spoke before Che had a chance, it always helped to make the 1st move and keep the ball in her court, with any luck that wouldn’t be the only thing in his court by the end of the evening.

Che was immediately drawn down to her cleavage, oh so tantalising inclining towards him. From his tall frame he had a rather splendid view straight down her clingy red dress…was that black lace???
Betty saw his ogling and instantly knew two things. One, he liked what he saw and two; she was going to do something about it.

“Hmmm, don’t see a lot of this out on tour do ya!” Betty giggled pushing her substantial breasts toward her new friend.
‘Ay ya yay’ thought Che ‘I think I found Narnia!’

She saw his eyes glazed over and she knew she had him. By now she was dying to investigate what was causing that rather nicely shaped tent in his pants,
“Indeed we don’t miss,” he said, but quietly thinking about the cute blond secretary he had been torturing the past few months by masturbating loudly in his office.

Betty took the final sip of her martini and slid fluidly off her chair, stretching her arms out. Che was captivated, watching her ebony curls fall over her supple neck. Betty giggles and took him by the hand and led him out onto the street where her driver and car were waiting.

The Chrysler purred as the chauffer stepped out to open the door for his charge. Che stood behind Betty as he waited for her servant to open the door, his hand sliding and caressing her firm heart shaped bottom. Betty giggled again at his touch and pushed her ass into his hand, before delicately stepping into the car. Che watched as the slit in her dress gaped, showing a decent, or rather indecent, amount of stocking clad thigh and the black straps of her garter belt.

Che gave a small groan as he sat down and his fatigues grew tighter, he was growing desperate for release. Betty turned and noticed, giving him a small smile as Che stared, frustrated, out the window.

She snaked her arm closer, and around his shoulder before sliding her thigh over his knee, across his lap. His eyebrows rose as she deftly manoeuvred herself onto his lap, grinding her ass on the significant bulge in his cargos.

Che’s hips rose to meet hers and she threw her head back in a coquettish mock climax. As his hips lowered she fluttered her eyelids and brought her swollen lips to meed his. He groaned and returned the kiss with ardent passion as if consuming the sweet taste of her lips. Betty broke away and placed a finger over his mouth, silencing his frustrated moan, sliding herself off Che’s lap and running her hands down his toned chest, settling them on his straining crotch as she kneeled between his legs.

She fumbled with his belt buckle, unhooking the military catch. As she slipped her hand under the waistband and cupped him through his underwear, his breath caught. Betty quickly leaned forward and dragged down the zipper with her teeth.
She eyed the straining cotton of his boxers and looked up as him, grinning wickedly whilst dipping her hands below the elasticised waist. Her small hands began to feather light stroked up and down his shaft, Che nearly begged for her to take him in her mouth.
Betty saw the desperation in his face and finally slipped Che free of his pants. He moaned as Betty leaned forward, breathing on the head of his cock, delighting as it jumped in response.
The engorged purple head glistened with pre-cum, Betty couldn’t resist. She leant forward and took a tentative lap before funning her index finger along the dripping tip and inserting the finger into her mouth, slowly sucking it.
Che had had enough; he roughly gripped her head with both hands, drawing her mouth down onto his cock quickly, her lips parting in surprise, perfect for what he had in mind.
Betty was shocked, but secretly pleased he had taken control so swiftly. This was not a man to tease, but she was sure going to give it a good try.
Che almost wept with relief as the dark haired beauty’s wet mouth began encircling his length.
His girth stretched her mouth open and Betty fought not to lighten her lips against the strain. She began to bob up and down on his cock, still not tightening her lips.

Che shivered as Betty grazed her teeth along his length, the teasing was becoming too much and he thrust himself into her mouth. Betty pulled back, tracing the candy stripe along his length with her tongue, swirling slowly around the head. Che gripped the soft leather of the seat as Betty dipped her tongue into his slit, swallowing contentedly as he came explosively in her mouth.

Betty slid her hand from his thigh to onto the bottom of his shaft, caressing the base of his cock before tipping her fingers further to cp his balls, still tensing as he came. He moaned and gripped the seat harder, tensing the cream leather as she relaxed her throat and took the head of his shaft into the smooth sponginess of the back of her throat. Che grunted as he continued to jerk and twitch in her mouth, almost reaching out to force her back on as she pulled away with a seductive lick of her full red lips, the same shade that was now smeared in a ruby ring around his dick. The car stopped and the girl gracefully climbed back onto the seat beside him, checking her lipstick in a compact mirror. The chauffer opened the door and she moved to step out, the slit in her dress dividing again to reveal her creamy pale thigh encased in sheer stocking and her garter belt, realising that there was nothing else under that dress…
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