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”.

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.

The train came in and I got aboard. North bound trains at that time of day are pretty quiet. I sat opposite a handsome older man who looked a little harassed and tired, but he couldn’t take his eyes off my smooth naked thighs. I pulled a pair of Ray-Bans out of my handbag so that he couldn’t see me watching him and I crossed my legs. He tried to avoid looking at my cunt, but I could see his eyes returning to the hem of my short skirt. I looked up and down the carriage, checking out who else was traveling with us, because I was tempted to finger myself in front of him, but I couldn’t be so outrageous. Instead I gave him a treat by taking a very long time to re-cross my legs, parting my thighs for long enough for the old man to get a lingering view of my wet pussy and my five blue stars. When I left the train I blew him a kiss.

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.

Chloe licked the juicy, sexy, spunky flavours that coated the Irishman’s balls as he buggered me until I came.