Anissa Kate & The Grand National

 

This is a photo of a pornstar called Anissa Kate. 

She is someone that features quite a lot in the Irishman’s collection of smut. I can see why. She’s gorgeous and she has that Mediterranean sauciness that I wish I had. You can tell from the shape of her mouth that she speaks French, and I have never got past the school-girl assumption I developed as an exchange student that the French nation is full of people who are queuing up to teach me all sorts of amazing sexy secrets. 

It’s utterly irrational of course, to say nothing about being a gross cliché (did you see what I did there), but I blame the very cute boy called Benoit who was the first guy to put his fingers up my cunt and arse at the same time when he had his hand in my cotton knickers while we were kissing passionately on a bench outside the school disco in Poitiers when I was fourteen.

Anyway, at the end of last week Ted emailed me a movie of Mademoiselle Kate getting fucked at a motorway service station. The movie showed her fucking some guy by the picnic tables as a group of his friends stood around and watched. Other men walked past, lorry-drivers honked their horns and the movie ended with the obligatory ejaculation over her very impressive tits.

I watched the movie and fingered my cunt. Then Chloe watched the movie and she fingered her cunt until I batted her fingers away and went down on her. Ted knew that we’d both get off on the movie, because he knows that exhibitionism is quite high on our list of fetishes. 

On Friday evening Alice arrived from Brighton and our girlie night in involved, at one point, our guest sitting in front of my Mac to view the movie as she fingered her cunt.

Much as I would love to do something similar somewhere on the side of the M1, I know that realistically I wouldn’t ever have the balls to do it. But when I feel safe, there’s nothing I enjoy as much as opening my thighs to complete strangers and giving them a private view of my five blue stars. 

The Irishman knows this perfectly well, so on Saturday afternoon he took me and my two friends to a pub in Putney where we all sat together in the beer-garden. It being the afternoon of the Grand National there were masses of people waiting for the race to start, the weather wasn’t exactly barmy, and us three girls were dressed for much warmer weather. 

Very short skirts, bare legs and high-heels always attract the attention of young men, and the pub was full of lads drinking. We had plenty of appreciative glances and we milked it, establishing eye contact and then carefully uncrossing and recrossing our legs slowly enough to let the guys get a good glimpse of our naked cunts.

Ted was fully aware of our exhibitionism. He subtly watched our audience and if any guy looked like he fancied his chances and was prepared to move in on any of us, then he would behave all Alpha-male with his harem.

Just before the race we moved inside the pub to watch it on the telly. I stood beside the Irishman and Alice stood on his other side, Chloe stood in front of him in the crowd. 

 I felt his hand on the hem of my skirt and he pulled it upwards. Ted was presenting my naked arse to anybody who was standing behind us. 

It was then that I felt a stranger’s hand slip between my naked thighs and into my exhibitionist whore's wet cunt. He fingered me until his horse won the race.