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”.