Thrown out

Having a warm skinned, living, eager-to-please, girlie sex toy in residence is really quite wonderful. It does mean that I have very little time to sit and update my blog but am I going to complain about that? Am I fuck!

Paul and Ted don’t seem to appreciate my decision to turn down all of their offers to give me a damn good seeing to, despite my offer to let both of them fuck Chloe when I decide that it’ll be entertaining for all concerned. In spite of their advances I have stuck to my guns and I struggle to think of a time in the last eight months when I have gone so long without a lovely thick cock in my cunt.

Chloe has got temping work with a Government department. She leaves the flat at the same time as me every morning and she looks halfway between chic and slutty in her business suit with the ever so slightly too short skirt and high heels. Of course the slutty part may come from me knowing that she’s never wearing any knickers. (She turned up with the worst collection of panties I’ve ever seen. Apart from the tiger-print cotton ones – which she clearly thinks are very exotic – they all seemed to have come in the sort multi-packs my Nana gives me at Christmas. I’m going to have to educate her in the fine art of lingerie buying!) Going for an interview with her pussy exposed to the elements seemed to be lucky for her, so it took very little effort to persuade her that going to work commando could only offer her further opportunities. I have thrown out all of the knickers she owns. I like to be able to feel her tight teenage cunt whenever I want to and believe me when I say that I frequently do.

Something of a submissive fetish

I’m not really that interested in BDSM. The whole idea of being called “mistress” strikes me as rather stupid. I’ve already written about my reaction to being asked to call anyone “master”. But I’m aware that what Chloe the tattooed teenager wants is new territory for me. She clearly has something of a submissive fetish.

I think that before too long she will discover that I am far too Vanilla in my tastes to give her what she wants but for a while I’m perfectly happy to see how far I’m prepared to go. So for now I’ve let Ted and Paul know that I’m not available to be fucked.

Dressing for an interview

Knowing that I have a naked young woman in my bed waiting for me at home makes a working day seem ever so long. I’m certainly not going to complain too much. I haven’t told Ted or Paul about my new domestic arrangements - I will do when I feel like the time is right - it’s just that for now I’m having an awful lot of girlie fun working my way through the assortment of sex toys I keep in the top drawer of my bedside cabinet.

This morning I sat at the kitchen table having a mug of tea before I left for work when Chloe came in. She was wearing her interview suit because she had a meeting with a temping agency and she hoped to find work quickly. She looked rather smart and I let her borrow a pair of killer heels, although I don’t think that I’d wear something with such a short skirt.

I asked her to sit on the table in front of me. She did as I asked and parted her legs obediently when I told her too. She’d borrowed a pair of my hold-up stockings and I could see the naked skin at the top of her thighs and the tiger print cotton panties she was wearing. I slid my hands up her skirt and pulled them off.

I’m sure that she’ll do much better in her interview when she’s wearing no knickers.

Bedraggled

When I got home on Monday night I was looking forward to my first quiet night at home alone since I don’t know when. I took a bath to warm up then sat in my bathrobe and checked my emails. I’d received one from the Model who told me that she was in Sri Lanka on a shoot and she attached a picture of herself with another girl lying together on a fabulous sunny beach. It was a candid shot, she was grinning stupidly at the camera while she fingered the other girl’s cunt.

As I looked at the photo my mind wandered. I would have quite happily swapped my location and sat next to her in the sunshine with the Indian Ocean lapping at my feet while she played with my pussy, so much more rewarding than listening to my boiler labouring to keep my flat warm.

Then my doorbell rang. I made myself respectable and nipped down to the front door. A very bedraggled Chloe stood shivering on the doorstep. She was carrying a hold-all and looked quite frankly frozen and wretched. She had quit her job. She was sure that she could find work as a temp in London and she begged me to let her stay for a while until she found somewhere to live. How could I possibly refuse?

I made her a warm drink and ran the bath for the second time that evening. While she was enjoying a soak I took her bag to my bedroom – I figured that a little girl on girl sex would make for a welcome change after having thoroughly enjoyed the attentions of my wonderful guys for a couple of weeks. When she finally got out of the bath she wondered into my living room wrapped in a bath-sheet and found me sitting watching a lesbian porn movie on my Mac.

She stood next to me, the smell of moisturising lotion on her soft skin and she unwrapped her body. She sat on my lap. I looked at her young frame, her small firm tits with her nipples standing proud. Her mound was like soft velvet where her pubic hair was returning and my hand passed over her stomach, through the velvet softness to her wet warm cunt. She kissed me as my fingers entered her.

“I will be whatever you want me to be, if I can stay with you”.

Alice's relationship status

Alice has dumped her nice but rather dull boyfriend because although he’s nice, he is rather dull.

I know this because last night I finally got to speak to her. Since I returned to work after the Christmas break I have been kept rather busy by the two men in my life. I love cock. I love having both of my guys fucking me. Slipping out of bed after Ted has royally fucked me and going to work to open my legs and receiving my boss’s impressive dick in my just taken pussy has been simply wonderful. But although I wouldn’t dream of complaining, I was beginning to feel frustrated that on the rare occasions I had the time to call Alice and discuss the news that she was now single again, she didn’t pick up.

I appear to have let the Genie out of the bottle. Alice told me on the phone that she really wants to explore her bisexual side. Talking to her about this made my heart go pitter-pat. The Irishman and the tattooed teenager have both declared their love for me, and I’m probably horrible cavalier about their feelings, but Alice is the only person I know who is likely to hear me say those words.

I had enough self-control (or more likely selfishness) to stop myself telling her that and I’m glad that I did, because Alice told me that she has been making the most of her new “relationship status” by exhausting herself with nightly threesomes with Lora and Charlie the beautiful redhead. When she told me that, I was consumed by all-encompassing jealousy.  I like to think that I managed to stay calm on the phone. I knew that I didn’t have the right to be pissed off about it but as I talked to her I was torn between feeling disappointed that she didn’t come straight to my bed and feeling as horny as Hell in thinking about what they might have been doing.

I made no secret of the fact that the conversation was making me finger myself. It was then that Alice dropped the bombshell that her flatmate had introduced her to the formidable Victoria. It’s not my place to write about what happened between the object of my desire and the woman with the amazing portrait on the living room wall or for that matter with the caged Argentinian stud. I will say that that I would have given anything to have witnessed it and state for the record that it was the best wank I have ever had.