Clubbing, chatting and dancing

So after a few drinks after work with Lora, she has invited me to Brighton tomorrow night. She wants me to meet Charlie.

The number of times friends of mine have wanted me to meet their fabulous new boyfriends are almost countless. There’s also been plenty of times that I’ve been introduced to a friend’s new beau when I’ve fancied the pants of the guy, but I don’t think I have ever quite been in this situation before.

Not only do I already know that Lora’s new lover is absolutely fucking gorgeous, I have also had a number of masturbatory fantasies and quite a few erotic dreams involving her. 

Leaving aside the whole business that we are talking about girl-on-girl sex for one moment, it might be terribly awkward nonetheless. Lora thinks that it would be a great night to go out clubbing, chatting and dancing. I have an alternative agenda, and I think a truly great night would also involve getting fucked by the student with a strap-on as I tongue my colleague’s cunt. 

Lora hasn’t gone as far to as inviting me to fuck her new girlfriend, but Jesus Christ I’d like to.

Sweating

I am standing in the doorway to a kitchen. My wrists are tied to eyelets screwed into the doorframe high on either side of me. I can’t move my arms. I can’t move away. Charlie is standing in front of me and over her shoulder I can see Lora and Alice sitting at the table with other women that I don’t know. They are laughing amongst themselves and looking at me. Charlie starts to undo my blouse, I’m not wearing a bra and she plays with my nipples which are proud, hard and dark pink. The women start to make cat calls as they look at my naked tits. They watch the red-head suck my nipples, raking them with her teeth and make lewd comments to encourage her; she undoes the button on my skirt and pulls the zip down. I was so conservatively dressed when I got here, but now these women can stare at me in my underwear. My blouse is open and I’m standing showing the crowd my choice of suspenders, stockings and panties. The student steps away and Lora approaches. She pushes her hand into my little white knickers, and she feels my cunt. I’m wet. She shows the other women how wet her hand is, it's covered from the juices of my pussy. I’m mortified that she’s doing this and I beg her not to do it. She doesn’t listen, but she grabs the waistband of my satin knickers and she pulls my panties down. They are stretched tight between my knees, and when Lora steps away, every girl in the room can see my five blue stars tattoo. They take turns in coming up to me, fingering my cunt or licking and sucking my clit. I don’t want them to, but I can’t stop them. Lora tells them all proudly that I can orgasm easily, but I don’t want to cum like this. I really don’t want to, but they are relentless. I feel that there is someone else behind me. She is squeezing my buttocks roughly. I try to look over my shoulder, but the women in the kitchen stop me from turning back. They are all cheering; the girl behind them is their leader. Her fingers reach between my legs and she enters my pussy. I can feel her inside my cunt as Alice crouches before me and licks my clit. It’s too much. I am whimpering when the woman behind me withdraws her fingers but I can’t turn and see her face. She pushes her slick fingers up my bum. Alice covers my cunt with her warm, wet mouth and then the mystery girl holds something hard against my arse-hole. The woman behind me pushes a strap-on into my bum. I start to cum so hard it makes me cry, Lora is smiling at me, and only then I know that I am allowed to turn around and see who’s buggering me. Through my sobbing and my tears I glance behind me and see that the person fucking my arse is the Model.

I woke up sweating with my fingers in my cunt.

Wagnerian heroics

Ted arrived late yesterday evening to perform the duty he performs so expertly at this time of the month. He was doing that thing with his tongue and the blue cotton thread that shocked and surprised me four weeks ago, and once again he held me enraptured. Fucking Hell! He’s so very good at that.

I was gasping in ecstasy as he made me cum for the first time when my mobile started to ring. I wanted whoever it was to fuck off so that I could pull out the tampon and have the Irishman’s slide his cock into me, but I saw the name of the caller. I had to answer it.

“Miss Catfish 2012!” I said in greeting, and I heard my client laughing pleasantly in response.

Ted knew exactly who that was. He looked up from between my open thighs with a look of expectation on his face.

“Is this a good time, Jayne?” she said.

“Of course. It’s always good to hear from you”.

I pushed Ted’s head down and pressed my cunt against his face. He knew that I was talking to someone he had fantasies about; I held the back of his head against my pussy and let him do his best work. His tongue did wonderful things with my clit.

She said, “I thought I’d give you a call, because maybe we could meet for a drink?”

I was right, I was on a promise and I hadn’t misread anything she’d said in the office.

“I’d really like that, thank you. I’d love to meet you for a drink”.

The Irishman heard what I’d answered, and clearly his mind went into overdrive. His tongue certainly did. My breath became ragged, and I struggled to exhale evenly. Nobody would say that I was acting cool.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I didn’t realise that you had company”.

“It’s fine!” I tried to say.

“Are you with your boss?”

“No. I’m with Ted”.

“Your boyfriend?”

“No. But I think on Facebook they’d say ‘It’s complicated’”.

She laughed at that, and said that she’d call me later.

It might have been the very worst example of bad timing, and Ted’s presence might have deprived me of an imminent night of spectacular lesbian sex that would have made Charlotte and her all-girl orgy friends green with envy, but the Irishman came up for air bursting with lust and a million potential fantasies filling his mind. His rampant sexual appetite for the rest of the night was almost Wagnerian in its heroics.

See I have been listening to Radio 3!

Knuckle down

I tried to knuckle down and get on with my job all day, working on the new account my boss gave me last week. It’s never easy to get to grips with a new client, but having Lora sit next to me and quietly letting me know additional details of her adventures at Charlie’s all-girl party didn’t help me concentrate.

I nipped to the toilets on one occasion this afternoon and fingered myself to orgasm in the hope that I could get her tales out of my system. It was to no avail.

Because I’d spent too long getting myself off in the cubicles in the Ladies, at closing time I hadn’t got as much done as I hoped. It was seven o’clock and I was still sitting at my desk. My cunt was soaking because as Lora departed she told me that she was going home to get fucked with a strap-on. Everyone had left the office except Paul. I looked up and saw him looking at his computer screen. I’d finally done enough work for the day and I wanted a fuck.

I turned off my PC and walked through to his office. He was looking at a slide show of pictures on the internet of the Model and he was masturbating slowly.

I looked down at his lovely dick in his fist.

“She knew that I was wanking you off last week”, I said.

“I don’t care,” he said, “take off your knickers”.

It was what I wanted to hear, so when I slipped off my skirt, pulled my panties down to my knees and bent over his desk, I welcomed his thick cock in my cunt.

Goldilocks

Last night I exchanged a few emails with a guy who was clearly wanking as he typed.

writing everything in lowercase letters and not using any punctuation marks at all even if its quite obvious where they should be is a bit of a give away

It was all very amusing you must understand and I did get to see a picture of his cock. I didn’t ask for it, but there have been many worse things that have happened to me that I’ve not asked for, so I’m not too bothered about the presumption.

I’ll admit that I have never seen such a long and thin dick before. It might just have been the photography, but it did look weird. I’m struggling to think of a proportional comparison. I feel a bit like Goldilocks.

In my mouth it would be too long.

In my pussy it would be too thin.

But up my arse it would be just right!