Monday, 10 November 2014
Thursday, 12 June 2014
For the wank-bank
When I took the lift up to her flat I had butterflies in my stomach, such
was the anticipation. When the Model opened her door to welcome me inside she
looked stunning. She was beautifully tanned and was wearing a white blouse that
set off the golden colour of her skin wonderfully. She was wearing a black
pencil skirt that showed off the shape of her hips and the effect was enhanced
by a wide belt that was high on her waist that gave her the most amazing
hour-glass figure. The top buttons were undone almost to the belt to reveal her
ample bust, I could see a glimpse of the white lace of her bra – I love her
fabulous tits! I glanced down to her naked calves and saw that she was wearing
killer peep-toe heels. She came forward and kissed me deeply, her tongue roamed
around mine as we stood in the doorway. I was so thrilled to see her again and
my soaking cunt started dribbling down my leg.
“Jayne, my
dear, I’m so glad to see you”, she said. “I’ve
missed you so much. I have done my best to follow your little adventures. I’ve
read everything that you have put on your blog and quite frankly I’ve been
getting a little jealous”.
As she led me through to her living room, I mumbled something stupid in
reply.
“Oh please don’t
be so modest! You’ve been such a horny little whore and you describe you’re
exploits so well. I’m really appreciative. And I have been letting a lot of my
friends know about your diary. It’s not just me that likes to read about what
you’ve been up to. There’re plenty of other girls I’ve been working with who
are fans of yours. Sometimes it’s a little difficult on a shoot to get aroused,
there’s frequently too many distractions, but reading about a randy slut’s fun
and games can focus the mind on the job in hand. You’re quite a little star
amongst my friends”.
I was aware that I was blushing as I sat on her sofa as she passed me a
gin and tonic.
“I know that
you are ever so discreet. But there is someone I would just love you to meet.
He’s an old friend of mine. He’s called George and you’ll really like him. He
organises parties. Adult parties. When I introduced him to your blog he was
fascinated, and I think he read the whole thing in one sitting.
“When he
started to read about the evenings we have spent together, he began to read
your diary aloud and he asked me to suck him off. I was giving him a blow-job
while he was describing all the fun we’ve had together. It turned me on so much
to be teasing his dick with my lips and my tongue whilst hearing him read out
what we’d done together. And I have never had a man cum so hard, or so much in
my mouth.
“The thing is…”
she paused for a long time, “I’ve
invited you here because George wants to watch you fuck”.
I was shocked. I swallowed hard. I’m more than a bit of an
exhibitionist, flashing my naked cunt on the way to the Model’s flat clearly demonstrates
that I’m no prude. But I have never been asked to ‘perform’ in such blatant
terms.
“I’ve surprised
you haven’t I?” she said. And she reached out to caress my neck. Her
beautifully manicured nails gently scraped my skin and sent tingles down to my
clit. I thought about every time I’ve had a threesome and how it’s thrilled me
when I know that I being watched. There’s so much joy in knowing that a guy is
getting his rocks off watching me being pleasured. Every time I have fucked my
Boss or Ted with another girl, the knowledge that they go away and think about
us having girlie-sex when they masturbate is part of the fun. It’s part of the
power I have over them. Having some complete stranger going home and wanking
himself into oblivion as he re-lived the vision of me and the Model lezzing
away had its appeal.
“So, does
George want to fuck me?” I said.
“Of course he
does! But you don’t need to. Why don’t you see how it goes? If you really want
to know, George is more than a little in awe of me. He sees me as a bit of a
scary dominatrix if truth be told. If you don’t want to fuck him, then I will
tell him that he can’t, and then he will behave himself. He does have a nice
cock, it’s not huge but he is a good fuck. You won’t be disappointed. But what
he really wants is to watch the diarist he jerks off to cum. He wants to meet
you and add you to his wank-bank,” she sniggered.
It was a rash decision. I took a large gulp of gin and tonic and the
vision of giving this guy a private viewing of me and his friend enjoying
ourselves filled my mind. I said, “OK”.
“You’ll enjoy
it Jayne. Trust me. This is going to be a lot of fun, you can tell me if you’re
creeped out at any time, but I would like you do everything I tell you to do?”
My clit was banging. I was more turned on than ever before. Fucking the
Model in front of a stranger, who gets off on reading my diary? Who wouldn’t? “I will do whatever you want me to do”,
I said.
“George is
waiting in the car park downstairs. When he comes up, he’s asked that you to be
naked and waiting. Take your clothes off”.
I pulled myself out of the sleeves of my bolero jacket and then stood up
to remove my dress. I was completely naked. And then she pushed me back onto
the sofa. She knelt in front of me and parted my legs, and then she pressed her
tongue against my cunt. I felt her mouth against my pussy and I knew the
evening would be good.
“Whatever you
want me to do”.
Wednesday, 11 June 2014
Blew him a kiss.
I haven’t heard from the Model for months. She has been really busy
shooting all over the World, so it didn’t surprise me that she hadn’t called.
But last night, when I had just arrived at home with Chloe and we were waiting
for the Irishmen to arrive, she phoned me and requested in no uncertain terms my
immediate presence at her flat. I tried to explain that Ted’s handsome friend
was in town for the week and that the pair of Irishmen were taking up quite a
lot of my time, but she wasn’t having any of it.
“I want you to
come here now. I don’t care how you do it, but I want you here”, she said, “And don’t wear any knickers”.
I wasn’t going to do anything other than what she told me. I got changed
into a casual summer dress with a short skirt and a little bolero jacket. I
took my panties off and left them on the bedroom floor, then checked the
miserable contents of my purse. I was completed skint and didn’t have enough
money for a cab. I tried to borrow a few noted from Chloe, but she was just as
skint. There was no alternative but to take the tube.
I waited on the platform for the train and my mind started to wander. I
knew that I had left home with the full knowledge that two guys would be
arriving to give us a major fucking, but I have never been disappointed by my
trips to St John’s Wood. I had a bit of dilemma though, and my imagination was
filled with thoughts of the fuck options on offer. My cunt was wet. If I’d been
alone I’d have been fingering myself. It would have been so easy to put my bag
on my lap slip a hand up my skirt and feel my naked pussy.
Tuesday, 10 June 2014
Centre of attention
Last night I was sitting with Chloe and the now heavily pregnant Lora in
the office killing time and waiting for a rendezvous at our local pub with Ted
and his handsome old friend from Ireland. We were sitting around Lora’s desk
watching a movie featuring two guys and pretty plump-breasted Eastern European
girl. The mum-to-be knew exactly what would be happening later and she admitted
that the prospect of joining us made her horny
as Hell.
“I haven’t had
a cock inside me since Ted gave me this”, she said, feeling her bump.
“You could
join us,” I said, “I’m sure you’d be the
centre of attention”.
I put my hand on her tummy and slipped it under the waistband of her
unglamorous maternity trousers and into her knickers. Her bush was thick and
lustrous and the pubic hair around the lips of her cunt was soaking.
“Come home
with us. Call Charlie and tell her that you’re staying in town tonight, come
home and fuck the two Irishmen”.
The guys were dead chuffed to see Lora. I took Ted to one side and
informed him that their job was to satisfy my colleague and he smirked and
announced that the two of them would be happy to oblige. So five of us quickly
piled into the back of a cab, Chloe and me sitting on the fold down seats as
the guys flirted outrageously with the pregnant woman sitting between them.
I sat in the armchair with Chloe perched next to me. The Irishmen helped
Lora undress and I saw her naked body for the first time in months. Good God
she looked incredible! Her tits and nipples were both huge and the guys fell
upon them. She took turns to kiss them while their hands explored her naked
body and her hairy cunt. She led them both to my bedroom and turned back to
wink at me and Chloe as she left.
We slept together on the sofa-bed, listening to Lora fuck the two men. I
don’t know what they got up to, but she clearly had the time of her life, I
loved listening to her telling the guys to fill her pregnant pussy with spunk,
and the squeal she released from her throat as each guy delivered. The teenager
and me wasted no time in acting upon the lust she created in us, as we listened
to the threesome going on next door our faces were glued to each other’s cunts.
I’m not sure exactly when it happened, but at some time during the
night, while I was lying over Chloe’s naked body with my mouth pressed against
her pussy I felt one Irishman's body weight mount the sofa-bed. The
teenager’s tongue was teasing my clit and my bum was presented to whoever had
joined us. Before I really knew what was happening, an Irish cock, already
slick with the slippery, spermy coating left by my colleague’s well fucked cunt
entered my arse.
Tuesday, 20 May 2014
Bus stop.
It’s never been on my bucket-list.
However, Chloe and me have just met
an absolutely gorgeous Romanian guy waiting at the bus stop at the end of our
road, and after a short conversation with the charming Transylvanian, taking
turns to wank him off before his bus arrived was an unexpected treat. Each of us took turns to play with his gloriously thick shaft until he shot his load over my fist.
When
we got in Chloe licked the strangers spunk off my fingers, And we both thought about what might have been,
Saturday, 26 April 2014
Wednesday, 23 April 2014
The fat latex inside my cunt
I finally managed to wave goodbye to Ted after he realised that even his
spectacular ability to cum over and over again had ended. Between Chloe and me
we’d lost count of the number of times he’d ejaculated inside us or over us and
he went home a completely spent force.
I left the teenager taking a bath and preparing her overnight bag to stay
with the boy from the post-room for the Easter weekend, and I made my way to
Victoria. It was a warm day and I was wearing a simple summer dress and high
heeled sandals. I haven’t been to Brighton for ages and as soon as the train
pulled away from the platform my cunt started to tingle in anticipation of the
girlie sex I’d be enjoying. By the time the train passed through Gatwick I
couldn’t take it anymore and I had to visit the toilet for a little relief.
When I got to Alice’s house she opened the door wearing a tee-shirt,
cut-off jeans and flip-flops. She looked every bit as good enough to eat in all
her elfin beauty. Alice invited me inside and pressed me against the wall in
the hallway before I really knew what was happening. Her tongue was in my mouth
and her hand was up my skirt and into my white cotton knickers in an instant. I
stood with my legs apart and felt her fingers slide into my soaking wet cunt as
her thumb caressed my clit and she made me cum within seconds. She pulled my
simple cotton panties down and I stepped out of them. She left them on the
floor of the hallway and led me upstairs to her bedroom.
All afternoon we shared teasing caresses. Her lips kissed my nipples, my
stomach and each of my five blue stars before I felt her mouth meet my cunt. My
drenched pussy and her saliva combined to create a transparent string of sticky
moisture that connected my sex to her mouth that was unbroken for hours. As she
lay over me with her legs either side of my face, my tongue was buried between
her thighs running the length of her cunt to her tight little arse-hole. I
buggered her with my fingers as she pushed a vibrator into my pussy. It all was
a bit of a blur, but it was fucking brilliant.
Eventually we got up for something to eat. We sat in the kitchen eating
pasta and drinking a glass of wine when Alice told me that Lora was being a bit
of a nightmare moody bitch. Apparently she had decided to go home for Easter
and Charlie wasn’t invited. I was surprised because at work she was still the
same. We agreed that it was probably completely down to her hormones.
I didn’t really think much more about it until we went back to bed.
Alice has grown a collection of sex toys that is without peer and we were
scissoring with a double headed dildo that is thicker than any cock that has
ever been inside me. Feeling the fat latex inside my cunt as my clit rubbed
against hers I came close to passing out when I orgasmed. I was lying across
her bed and when I came to I was surprised to see Charlotte standing in the
doorway. She had picked up my white knickers from where they had been left in
the hall, and she was holding them under her nose. The scent of my pussy was
clinging to the cotton.
I beckoned to her, inviting her into Alice’s bedroom, and she unbuttoned
her jeans to join us.
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