Logistics

So. Get my amazing logistics skills.

This afternoon I received a call from Alice in tears. She told me that she’d been dumped by the fat Italian lesbian harpy. I was quietly overjoyed, but I had enough tact to sound ever so sympathetic.

I have been utterly besotted with Alice since our holiday in Italy, I make no secret about that, and I have weaselled my way into her bed on a few occasions in the time that she’s been with the fat bird. The idea of her being single again makes my heart soar.

As I was talking to her I couldn’t wait to get her knickers off and reacquaint myself with her pretty cunt. And as much as I want to take her away from everyone and have her all to myself, the idea of regularly sharing her elfin body with Chloe is equally appealing. Then, while she was still full of self-recriminations about the collapse of her first lesbo relationship and I was doing my best to tell her that the girl was never worthy of her affections, the images of her getting fucked by the Irishman and by my boss flooded my memory.

I suggested that what she probably needed was to get fucked up her bum by man. As soon as the words left my mouth I realised that I might have been unbelievably crass.

I was wrong. I nice fat cock was exactly what Alice wanted, and she said that she would inform her boss that she’d take Friday off work to take the fullest advantage of everything I can arrange.

So here are my logistics skills coming to the fore.

As I type this, Chloe has just left the flat for the night so that she can see “Sugar”. I texted Paul to say that I needed to have an early meeting tomorrow morning and that I will be bringing Alice with me. He agreed straight away. And now I am waiting for Ted to arrive with her. The Irishman has gone to Victoria Station to meet her off the train and bring her to my flat.

If you are reading this on Thursday, then think about how that girl is about to be fucked until she can’t stand up. I have to go, they're at the door.

Valentine

On Saturday morning I was lying in bed with the Irishman, he was curled up behind me with his cock in my cunt fucking me slowly and lovingly. My hand was resting on his bum, pulling him gently against me, feeling the muscles in his buttocks flex as he filled my pussy. The girl had left my bed and was in the shower. The scent of her pussy was on my face and it was on his mouth, we could smell her sweat on the sheets, but for now the sex was about us. I was almost overwhelmed with love for him. As he fucked me slowly from behind I could feel the sensation in my poor arse, he’d buggered me so relentlessly the night before that my bum ached with the proud memory and I felt that I totally belonged to him.

It had been a very strange Valentine’s Day. There had been no cosy candlelit dinner or red roses. Instead the three of us met after work for a drink and we had quietly but rather gracelessly mocked the couples meeting to enjoy their romantic evenings together. Instead Chloe poured overpriced pink bubbly into three glasses on the table in front of us as I lifted my bum off the seat and let Ted pull my knickers off my hips and down to my knees. When the sheer scarlet satin and black lace thong slipped down over my calves I lifted my high heels out of them to allow the Irishman to bend down and pick them up off the floor. He held my panties in his hand and spread the soft material out across his hand. The juices of my cunt had darkened the fabric to show him how the anticipation of fucking him affected me.

We all took a cab home, and as we stood in the street waiting for a taxi for hire to come along Chloe and I felt his fingers in each of our cunts.

A chesterfield

I walk into the room. I am dressed immaculately in my best business suit. Paul meets me and leads me to an over-stuffed upholstered Chesterfield where I settle down and cross my legs.

I look around and see that Ted and Declan are also there. They are all waiting for me to call for the Teenager. I invite her into the room. She is only wearing heels, white hold-ups and a long string of pearls. (I can’t believe that they are real). She looks wonderful and she starts to dance in front of her audience. 

She’s a tease. She plays with her breasts and pinches her nipples, she shimmies her bust before them and they all start to masturbate. 

I love the different ways they hold themselves as they rub their cocks, she lies before them all and their spunk pumps over her naked body in wave after wave. 

Sperm coats her throat, it trickles over her breasts and runs down her ribs, her stomach and her smooth pubic mound are splashed with pearlescent puddles of jizz which dribble between her legs and over the swollen lips of her teenage cunt. 

Only then do I step forward. I run the palm of my hand over her soaked torso and raise my fingers to my mouth. Strings of sticky semen connect my fingertips to the young girl’s body and all of them watch as I lick their salty offerings off my fingers.

After that dream, maybe I will.

Two caveats

The whole experience with Gerry the Widower has opened a new avenue for Chloe’s erotic adventures. She has constantly talked about the thrill of exhibitionism when it’s coupled with a guy getting his release through masturbating. She finds the thrill of being in control overpowering. She’s been teasing “Sugar” remorselessly. On the evenings when she has been with him, she’s thoroughly enjoyed performing in front of him, providing him with a little strip-tease and fucking herself with a vibrator in his bed, but refusing to fuck him at all on the nights when she knew that she could take the last tube home and satisfy herself with the Irishman’s cock. Ted has been the perfect gentleman when she has burst into the bedroom all hot and flustered; on more than one occasion he has stopped fucking me and provided me with the perfect view of his fabulous cock entering her young, tight, pussy when her pubic mound is covered with her returning, velvet-soft, short hairs and still decorated with her boyfriend’s flaky, dried spunk. I doubt that Chloe has told “Sugar” that she rushes back down the Northern Line to fuck the Irishman, but the lad from the post-room clearly likes cumming over her. 

She has asked me if I would be with her while she gets decorated by “Sugar” and the two friends who entertained me a while ago.

I gave her two caveats. I will not fuck the lad from the office or his friends, so if they all appreciate that my role will be purely as a spectator I’ll be happy and Ted must never find out. Apart from that, I admit that I’d be perfectly happy to act as her pimp.

A very lucky girl

Arse in the air on Wednesday evening with my face between the legs of a pretty girl who is soon to be twenty, and with a wonderful Irishman’s dick deep in my bum, buggering me like his life depended on it, telling both of us that his gorgeous boyhood friend wants to visit again London to “give us a very good seeing to”, makes me appreciate that I am a very lucky girl.