He obliged

On Thursday morning, when I arrived at work I went to see Paul. I had a present for him. The Model has a side line of selling her worn knickers to sad bastards on the internet, and she gave me a free pair of panties to give him as a thank you.

All day he sent me suggestive texts and emails. When I received them I looked across the office and saw him inhaling the scent of her cunt from the fabric.

At the end of the day he invited me to stay late.

I walked into his office and sat in his chair. He watched me as I took my knickers off and I opened my legs.

“You can’t fuck me Paul”, I said, “You can’t fuck me until Alice can watch you fuck me up the arse, but you can go down on me if you want to”.

 
He obliged, and sat on the floor masturbating as he did it.

Paradise

When the Model had cum, she stroked my hair lovingly as I sat on the floor between her legs.

“Those girls in Brighton are very lucky to have you”, she said. I felt a huge wave of pride at her compliment but it was me that felt far luckier. I loved her pussy and I would have done anything to stay with her longer. She rose from the sofa and stood in front of me, pulled off her dress and threw it onto the floor. I sat at her feet with her panties in my fist and I looked up at her in wonder. She towered over me in her black stiletto mules, those fine nylons and her suspender belt. I rose to my knees, my mouth not wanting to leave the proximity to her cunt I kissed her beautiful smooth mound repeatedly as she removed her bra. She cradled my head and gently stroked my face. I would have followed her anywhere and done anything just to stay near to her.

She encouraged me to stand and then unbuttoned my blouse. I was speechless as she undressed me and I gazed at her augmented boobs. I kissed her neck and her throat as she unhooked my bra then she gently pushed me away. Her hands played with her own breasts, pinching her nipples between her long, glamorous nails until they stood proud. I held her large, firm tits gently and raked her nipples with my teeth as she purred. I felt her unzip my short skirt and it fell over my hips and pooled around my feet. I wasn’t wearing any knickers. I’d left them at work. “And here are your famous five blues stars”, she said as her fingertips traced their downward path to my pussy. Her artistic acrylic nail grazed against my swollen clit and my cunt flooded.

She led me by the hand down the corridor to her bedroom. She walked that incredibly suggestive walk. Her arse was naked but framed by her suspenders and her stocking-tops. I have never been so entranced by a woman’s bottom. As I followed her I tapped my hard clit with my free hand. I vowed that I do whatever she wanted me to do.

Her bedroom was huge and so was her bed, but the first thing I noticed was the floor to ceiling mirror along one wall. I could only mutter, “Incredible”. I looked at her reflection and couldn’t believe that I was here with her.

She led me to the bed then pushed me backwards onto it. I crawled inelegantly backwards until I lay in the middle. She told me to open my legs and she climbed onto the bed to join me. I could feel my pussy dripping between thighs, my wetness darkening the satin bedspread when she brought her mouth to my cunt. I closed my eyes involuntarily as she sucked my rigid clit and my swollen soft pussy-lips. Her tongue caressed my sex. I forced myself to open my eyes and stared at the reflection in the mirror. My legs were wide open and the Model’s sleek tresses fell over my pelvis, she was on her knees as she performed on me, her back was arched and her beautiful bubble-butt stuck out. It was like watching her in a movie, but she was performing on me. I started to cum. She knew what was happening and she moaned softly to encourage me, holding me closer against her expert mouth as I screamed loudly through pure pleasure.

I had to beg her to stop. She sat back and tossed her lustrous hair over her shoulders. She had been wonderful and I panted my immense gratitude as she grinned back at me.

“Turn over Jayne. Get on your knees. I haven’t finished with you yet”.

I did as I was told and settled my head on the pillow facing the mirror. She threw her hair to one side and I watched her reflection as she kissed my bare arse. She was gentle but persistent in her attention and her slim fingers returned to my pussy. I felt her nails softly scrape my puffy labia and the pads of her fingers against my g-spot. She fingered my cunt slowly with one hand and spread my buttocks with her other then she lowered her mouth to my arse-hole. Her wet tongue circled over my sphincter for a few moments then her pointed tongue entered me. I gasped in amazement then I heard her hiss with triumph. I watched her gazing at my arse as her fingers wiggled against my g-spot and her thumb tapped my aching clit. She spat a long string of saliva over my arse-hole. I felt her warm spittle trickle over my pussy as she did it again. She raised her free hand again and traced the line between my buttocks with a fingertip until her acrylic nail made contact with my hole. I knew what was coming and relaxed. First one and then a second finger slipped inside me. I rocked my pelvis as she fingered my arse and cunt, dictating the tempo for her to follow. She called me an anal loving bitch as she double penetrated me with her fingers. I could only answer, “Oh God I love it! God I love it! God I love it!” repeatedly until my second orgasm washed over me.

I struggled for breath, I was temporarily blinded and I collapsed onto her bed. All I was aware of was my pulse thumping in my ears and the raw sound of my breath roaring into my lungs. The Model was gently caressing my bum and chuckling to herself.

I flipped over and sat up. I threw my arms around her body and held her tightly. Her tits were pressed against mine, our nipples brushing against each other. We shared a deep and passionate kiss and when we broke off, I threw myself back against her bed and giggled helplessly. She stoked my torso from my sternum to my five blue stars tattoo. My skin was covered with beads of sweat. I closed my eyes and savoured her soft touch. I was in paradise.

She got off the bed. I was alarmed and watched her cross the room. She stood in front of a large dresser and opened the top drawer. When she turned to face me I saw in her hand a long, jelly, double-headed dildo. It was a brute. It must have been eighteen inches long and it was very thick.

“Christ!” I blurted out, “That’s looks like it was modelled on Sergio’s cock!”

“The guy who fucked the virgin?” she asked, “She’s a lucky girl”.

She sucked one end of it then placed it in my mouth. The jelly felt dry against my tongue and without lubrication I knew that it would be difficult to take in in my pussy. The Model recognised my apprehension and she pulled out a tube of KY. She clicked the cap open and squeezed the tube along the toy’s length as she joined me on the bed. I presented my cunt to her.

She held one of my legs in the air then eased the double-dildo into my open pussy. I held her by the wrist as she pushed it deeper into me, regulating the rate that she entered me. She scissored my legs, guided the other end into her cunt and eased her hips closer to mine. As she moved towards me our pussies swallowed the toy. My cunt slowly filled more and more, the movement of her pelvis echoed along the length of the toy as our pussies grew closer together. We were no more than three inches apart when she reached forward and stroked my clit with her thumb. The deep penetration was unbelievable. I doubted that I could take anymore but she pushed her cunt forward and her hard clit met mine.

The extra length made me grunt like an animal. I had nine inches of huge phallus inside me. This must be what it feels like to fuck Victoria’s stud. Charlie really is a very lucky girl! 

But then the Model began to rock her hips in a circular motion. Her hard clit brushed against mine and they flicked against each other in their rigidity. The stimulation ran with deep intensity from my cervix to hers. The entire World was centred on her bedroom and our pussies. We couldn’t take our eyes off each other, watching our expressions as we shared the toy. Our clits felt huge as they rubbed against each other and I wanted her to cum against me. “Cum. Cum against me. Cum against me”, I muttered until we shared the most amazing orgasm.

NW8

The company paid for a cab to take me to St John’s Wood. I stood on the pavement and looked up at the exclusive apartment block and my heart was thumping. I was wearing a business suit and I thought I looked very professional, but the ensemble I was wearing had the shortest skirt that I could reasonably get away with, and I’d left my knickers in the drawer of my desk at work. 

Miss Catfish’s apartment was amazing. She opened her front door wearing a tight jersey dress that hugged her figure and showed her hour-glass figure off to perfection. When she led me through her flat to the kitchen, I noticed her lingerie outlined through the fine fabric of her dress. I could see the shape of her suspenders running across her bottom to the smooth black nylon stockings that sheathed her legs. As she lead the way she walked like she was on-screen. She looked incredible and I knew why she earned a fortune from showing off her body.

She made me a cup of tea as I sat at the kitchen table opening my briefcase and when she joined me I could hardly take my eyes off her fabulous bust.

When we’d finished business and I packed everything away, she suggested that we move to the living room and have a drink. She brought a bottle of wine from the fridge and a couple of glasses and we sat on the sofa together. I blurted out, “So what’s it like working in the industry? Why do you do it?”

“Oh come on Jayne”, she said, “You can see why I do it. I can earn so much money”.

She paused.

“But there’s more to it than that. I’ve always loved sex. But when I was a teenager I was terribly insecure, I was dumped by my first boyfriend because he said I was too flat-chested. What a bastard! He broke my heart. There’s a part of me that has always wanted revenge on him. I was approached by a photographer a little later and I’ve been doing it ever since. As you know, I don’t do boy/girl work, but when I’m on a shoot, there’s always a part of my personality that wants him to look at my pictures and wank himself stupid”.

I could see where she was coming from; my ex-boyfriend was a total shit in hindsight.

“When I’m on a shoot, I love the idea of guys – hundreds of guys – looking at the pictures that are being taken. All of those men grasping their dicks and masturbating when they look at my photographs, all of them thinking about my body, thinking about my tits, thinking about my cunt. And all of them wanting to fuck me. All of that spunk, all of it because of me”.

I took a sip from my wine glass. I knew exactly what she meant. I get any number of emails from men who love to read my confessions, who tell me how much they want to fuck me or fuck me and Lora together. I love to hear from the more articulate amongst them, their fantasies or their tales of masturbating as they read my blog. I've got off on many of the things they've told me.

So for the first time ever I mentioned to anyone that I have been writing “Five Blue Stars”.

Miss Catfish was intrigued. She went to get her IPad and asked me for the web address. 

Sheepishly I told her.

She sat across from me, reading my words. She sniggered when she recognised references to her herself but she persisted in going through the record of all of my adventures.

“You really are having the time of your life, aren’t you”, she said. 

And she pulled up her short skirt and pushed her hand into her little black lace knickers. I watched her fingering her cunt as she read through my blog. I stood up, crossed the room and sat on the floor in front of her. She raised her IPad when I reached up her dress and grabbed the waistband of her panties, then she raised her hips off her seat to allow me to pull her little black knickers down her thighs. She shifted her pelvis to the edge of the sofa and opened her legs wide and I finally pressed my mouth against her beautiful, soaking, pink and much photographed cunt.

Raised the hem of my skirt

Before I left Brighton on Sunday afternoon, Alice quietly told me that she wanted to watch my boss fuck me up the arse. I neither know nor care whether or not this was an attempt to re-establish her heterosexual side. 

On the train home I thought about what we’d been doing, and my thoughts drifted to what might be to come. All I know is that from Gatwick to Victoria I spent the journey in the toilet fingering my cunt.

I had a meeting with Paul on Tuesday evening. It was primarily about the meeting I have scheduled for Wednesday with the Model. He’s perfectly aware about what that meeting might result in. He’s rather encouraging about the possibilities of any extra-curricular activities between me and the new client.

He wanted to fuck me of course. But I told him (some of) the details about my weekend, and told him what Alice wanted to see. I sat on his desk and raised the hem of my skirt. “You can take my knickers off. And you can lick my pussy if you’d like to. But we don’t think you should fuck me again until Alice watches your cock enter my bum”.

Out of the bag

We fucked all night on Saturday. The orgasms that Alice gave me were the best I’ve ever had and with a great deal of pride I’ll admit that she turned into a bit of a screamer when it was my turn.

In the early hours we heard Lora and Charlie return home. I didn’t care if they could hear us shagging and apparently neither did Alice. We were lying quietly cuddling after we had both climaxed at one point when the sound of the girls having sex came through the bedroom wall. She figured my pussy aggressively while we listened to them fuck and when Lora cried out in ecstasy, Alice fucked me again. The house resonated with the sounds of girl-on-girl sex until the early hours.

The cat was out of the bag as far as Alice was concerned. My clothes and my handbag had been seen lying abandoned on the living room floor when the girls had come home. There was no mystery about whom the housemate had been fucking. But I couldn’t help but feel a little sheepish in the morning when Lora and Charlie entered Alice’s bedroom bearing mugs of tea and a plate of marmite on toast.

My underwear, what little underwear Alice had on and the fucking amazing double dildo were lying discarded on the bedroom carpet. There was no option but to brazen the whole thing out. I snuggled up against the Pixie who’d fucked me so vocally all night and played with her cunt. She didn’t complain or try to stop me as Lora and the beautiful red-head teased her remorselessly. I made it perfectly clear to our audience what I was doing.

“Show us”, demanded Charlie.

I kissed Alice’s lovely neck, withdrew my hand from between her thighs then threw the duvet off. It was just like the occasion when I first encountered the two girls in their bedroom. Our audience gazed at Alice’s smooth pink pussy and my fingers returning inside her. She opened her legs a little wider for them both to watch as Charlie opened the bathrobe she was wearing. The girl I’d fucked all night stared at the student’s beautiful, milky-white body and the contrasting flash of copper pubic hair as I kissed her neck. I felt her heart beat faster as the pulse in her jugular thumped against my lips. “Let Charlie lick your cunt”, I whispered.

We both lay in her bed and opened our legs and watched the two girls climb onto the sheets. Lora’s familiar mouth met my pussy and the red-head’s lips against Alice’s.