Sugar

The spotty boy from the post-room just delivered my mail. He asked me why I was smiling at him it such funny way. He’s obviously a little paranoid. I ask you, how can I explain that I now know exactly what his spunk tastes like?

I wasn’t expecting Chloe to come home last night after her date with him, but she did and she presented me with just fucked cunt and I thoroughly enjoyed her cream-pie. I am amazed how sweet his sperm tastes.

I think I will always call him “Sugar” from now on.

Chloe is here to fuck you

The text message I sent to Paul resulted in a summons to arrive at work early yesterday morning, pretty much as I expected. To go into work early on my own would have been pretty unimaginative. I pride myself in thinking I could do much better than that. So early on Monday morning, Chloe joined me on the tube far earlier than either of us would normally be on the Northern Line.

We worked together into the empty office, and we saw my boss waiting for us behind the glass partition. I dropped my bag at my desk then led the way with the teenager teetering behind me on high heels that she never normally wears during daylight hours.

He rose to his feet as we entered his room and kissed each of us in greeting. He didn’t expect to see my house guest, but he knew immediately why she was there. Chloe stood next to his desk while I sat in Paul’s chair. She bent over the surface of his desk. Her arse looked so sexy.

“Chloe is here to fuck you”, I said.

He unbuttoned and unzipped her fitted skirt then pulled the garment off her hips. The skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. She was wearing a suspender belt and stockings, courtesy of the very pretty Indian girl, but as always she was without knickers.

He fingered her cunt with one hand and undid his trousers with the other. His heartbeat was visible in his cock as it swelled. The teenager laid her head on the surface of his desk and wiggled her bottom at my boss. Her impossible heels had raised her pussy to the right height for Paul’s dick and he grasped her hips and pulled her pelvis against him.

I watched them fuck and I listened to Chloe enjoy my boss’s dick. I fingered myself remorselessly as he screwed the young girl. She is really very good at providing a spectacle for my pleasure. I loved the voyeurism so much that I started to cum. My orgasm crashed over me when I heard Chloe ask to feel my boss’s dick up her arse.

Paul pulled his cock from the teenager’s tight young cunt, but before he could force his dick into her bum he unleashed his spunk across her arse. He growled with pleasure as he decorated her buttocks with sperm and I moaned with intense self-gratification.

The girl smiled knowingly as I licked Paul’s offering off her little pert bottom.

Low culture

I would hate people to think that I have no other interests beyond fucking. My intention was to spend the day doing all sorts of things that would demonstrate what a rounded personality I’ve got. I think my personality is more rounded than my big fat bum, but maybe not.

When Ted left on Saturday morning I thought me and the teenager would do all sorts of cultural things like visiting the David Bowie exhibition at the Victoria and Albert or check out the Pompeii thing. After all, I’ve been fingered at the Opera, listened to Radio 3 and everything!

So on Saturday morning I checked my emails. Sent the Model a message to find out if she was in London and subtly suggested that she might fancy a couple of visitors later on. I tried to speak to Alice but got voicemail and assumed it was because she was busy with the Italian lesbian waitress with the hairy cunt and got unbearably jealous. Talked to Lora while Charlie the beautiful red-head lay between her legs and heard all about the student’s expertise in licking pussy. I even sent Paul a text message that would serve me no useful purpose until Monday morning.

Eventually, in trying to prove to myself that I don’t have a one track mind we left the flat and headed into town. Museums didn’t really feature on our itinerary. High heel shoes and sexy lingerie did. Which is how we ended up in the Marks and Spencer’s where the very pretty Indian girl who believes I never wear knickers works.

After a little bit of a consultation with Chloe we came to a few conclusions.

1. We both think she fucking gorgeous.

2. She definitely fancies me, and she probably fancies Chloe too.

3 I have to ask for her phone number.

So armed with a little scrap of paper with numbers scrawled upon it, we leave the shop and headed for the nearest bar to gulp down a couple of large glasses of Pinot Grigio.

There’s an accepted decorum about how to proceed in cases like this. I don’t want to call her too soon, but when we got home and fucked each other ruthlessly I knew that each of us were fixated on our separate fantasies of how things would pan out with the fabulous exotic creature once we enticed her to southwest London.

Rude awakening

There’s always something appealing about being woken up by a guy who wants to fuck you and is prodding you with his stiff cock. 

When you know that sleep has done horrible things to your hair, you were far too busy shagging to remove your make-up and you’ve got mascara all over your face and you generally look a fucking shambolic state, it’s nice to know that the guy who thought you looked like a million dollars when you’d done your best to look good, still thinks you look like nine hundred thousand.

It’s possible that I being over generous. It may be that Ted just wanted to find somewhere warm and wet to hide his morning glory – but don’t spoil it for me.

I had slept in the middle of the bed, the Irishman curled up behind me and the teenager dozing off in my arms. Before I woke she had wriggled around to face me. I think I heard the click of the cap as he opened the tube of K-Y while I slumbered, I’m not sure. The first thing that registered in my consciousness this morning was the sensation of Ted’s long, thick, slippery cock easing into my arse.

When I finally opened my eyes I saw that Chloe was awake. I’m sure they’d plotted my very rude awakening between them because as I was gently being buggered, she fingered my clit.

All this followed by tea and toast in bed. God I love Saturdays!

Flowers

The teenager has a very pretty cunt.

All the time I’ve known her she has been very diligent with her use of the razor, and apart from her velvet soft narrow landing strip which draws the eye so effectively down to her pussy, she has always been so smooth and hairless. Her efforts do take an awful lot of time and I’ve spent far too long waiting for her to finish in the bathroom. So at the beginning of this week I booked us a double session with the people who wax. She opted to follow my example and go completely “bare down there”.

I don’t normally go for any of the arguments that say that pubic hair removal infantilises us girls; my pussy, with the five blue stars tattoo and now with my piercing is hardly going to be mistaken for that belonging to an eleven year old girl. My cunt looks like it belongs to a terrible slut who is too often as horny as Hell – which is in all fairness probably true. But looking at the results of the work on Chloe, those people may have a point. Her teenage pussy looks completely different.

We had both taken a shower and were sitting in my flat in our bathrobes and nothing else but rather unglamorous cotton panties waiting for Ted. She has been very good at following my instructions and not wearing any knickers, but at certain times of the month I would be completely heartless not to relent. Like me, Chloe admits to getting blindly horny as her hormones change, but unlike me she hasn’t been stranded with Catholic boyfriends who find the prospect of a good, hard menstrual shag unsettling. She has never before met a man who will go down on her during her period – but then neither had I until the Irishman came along.

When the doorbell rang, Chloe skipped down the stairs to let him in. He’d bought us both bouquets of flowers, which was unexpected and lovely of him. I went to find two suitable vases in the kitchen and when I returned I saw that my house guest had already opened her bathrobe. She was sitting back on the sofa with her pert breasts exposed as Ted sat on the floor between her legs. He was holding the pale blue cotton of her knickers to one side with his mouth pressed against the girl’s cunt. His bottom jaw moved with intent as his tongue swept across her sex. Chloe held her eyes closed and I knew she could feel him playing with her clit and the blue thread. I watched for a moment. My pussy was humming. I didn’t want to interrupt them, but I could see his cock swelling in his trousers.

As Chloe lifted her bare feet off the floor and rested them on the Irishman’s shoulders I opened his flies and pulled out his swollen cock. I took him into my mouth, wanking his shaft as my mouth coated his dick with spit. I listened to the sounds that she made in her ecstasy. I knew that she would orgasm quickly but I knew that I could delay Ted’s pleasure, slowly down or speeding up to tease him so that he would move on to my cunt when he’d brought her off. She pulled him against her pussy when she climaxed, gripping his hair in her fist with violence to demonstrate the deep enjoyment he was giving her. As I sat up and watched them my hand was inside my knickers and I was desperate to experience the same from him.

I opened my own bathrobe and flopped unceremoniously next to the teenager and pulled my fuchsia pink cotton panties off. The Irishman moved to my pussy and I felt him press the blue thread against my clit and slide it from side to side over my jewellery. I loved his tongue rolling over my pussy. I grabbed him by the hair and forced him to look into my eyes as I fucked his face. I saw that he was masturbating and I begged him not to cum before he’d entered us. I tried to kick his hand away from his cock as my house guest kissed and licked my tits. Chloe’s hand was back in her knickers and her mouth teased my nipples, her teeth softly bit and raked them and that sent bolts of electricity to my clit. I held each of them against my body and howled in pleasure as I came hard.

“You can fuck her now. Fuck her now!” I gasped.

He ripped her knickers at the waist and pulled the shredded cotton off her body. We both loved the passion of his action. I grabbed a tissue from the box beside the sofa as Chloe pulled out her tampon. I took it from her as Ted pulled her pelvis to the edge of the seat. He looked down at her freshly waxed naked cunt, wrapped his hands around her ankles and held her legs wide apart. He forced his magnificent dick into her. He thrust into her with vigour. I was leaning into her, returning the favour by playing with her little breasts and fingering her clit as he fucked her, loving the gift I had given to each of them.

She loved it so much that she came again; her legs shook uncontrollably in his grip as she climaxed around his vibrant dick and all she could do was cry obscenities as he emptied his balls into her.