Forgive me. I’ve have had a
mental summer, and I have spent far too much time fucking to sit and relate my
experiences. I promise to be a good girl and report all, as soon as I have the
time.
Where were we?
*
So I was lying back on my bed
when the doorbell rang. The Irishman was uncommonly late and the two of us got
carried away with the whole anticipation thing and even though we were ready to
go, got dressed up, done our make-up and everything, we were left hanging
around waiting for Ted, so one thing lead to another and the teenager obliged
in returning between my legs to give me that final intimate orgasm.
When she got off the bed to
answer the door I saw that her lipstick was smudged across her face, her lips
and cheeks were shining from the juices of my freely flowing, soaking pussy.
I listened to her run down the
stairs to let Ted into the flat. When she opened the door to him I heard him
comment on her messed up make-up and listened to them kiss in greeting. I knew
he could taste my cunt on her mouth. I got off my bed and walked to the top of
my stairs and looked down at them by the doorway. I didn’t bother the adjust my
dress, the skirt was still pushed up over my hips.
Chloe and Ted stood together
at the bottom of the stairs and he looked up at me in my tight little cotton
summer dress. My cunt was on display to him, and I separated my feet enough to
show that beneath my five blue stars tattoo the outer lips of my pussy were
decorated with the smears of the teenager’s dark red lipstick. He could see
perfectly clearly how wet the girl had left my cunt. I pushed my hips forward
and then told him to come up the stairs and taste me.
The Irishman was wearing
shorts and polo shirt and flip-flops as he approached me slowly.
As he climbed
the stairs and got nearer to my pussy the teenager followed him, and when he
was a few steps beneath me, he reached around my hips and leaned forward to
pull my cunt against his mouth. His tongue met my clit and continued the work that
Chloe was performing before he interrupted us at the door. He hadn’t said a
word to me; he just licked my cunt in greeting.
The girl reached around his
waist as he worked his magic and she unbuttoned his shorts, unzipped his flies
and grabbed his big cock in her fist. I looked down at them and knew that the
evening would be marvellous.
Ted followed me to my living
room, Chloe coming in after him. They sat together on my sofa as she played
with his cock.
“We want you to take us to St John’s Wood. We’ve
been invited to a party with the Model, and I know that you are going to enjoy
the thought of us both fucking her. We want you to take us to the party, but because
you are late we’ve both been getting as horny as Hell”.
As if to demonstrate the
point, Chloe bent over his lap and brought her mouth close to the tip of his
erection. His cock thumped in her hand as he felt the teenager’s breath pass
over his glans. Her mouth opened and she slowly slipped her parted lips over
the purple, velvet soft tip. She held his shaft firmly as she sucked him,
stroking his cock with a slow, tantalising rhythm and leaving his dick covered in her saliva. Ted’s eyes were glued to mine as I
spoke, the girl teasing him expertly as I fingered my pussy in front of him.
“Our host will have a friend with her. She’s
someone you have watched fucking, she’s someone you have wanked over when
you’ve been watching her DVDs. If you promise to be good, then you may be
allowed to watch her fuck me. You’d like that wouldn’t you Ted?”
His expression showed that he
was trying to work out who the Model’s guest was, but I refused to tell him as
his eyes closed involuntarily as my flatmate took his cock into her mouth
again.
My phone rang. It was the
woman who’d invited us to her flat in NW8. I found my phone in my bag and
answered it, watching Chloe play with the Irishman expertly.
I knew that we were running
late and I was full of apologies to the Model and told her that we would be on our way soon.
She told me that she would prefer it if Chloe and me would come up to the flat
alone at first, but she said that she would text me with the code to allow Ted
to park beneath her apartment block.
“I assume that your friend will be without her
knickers, but my guest would also rather like you to leave yours at home”.
I assured her that I was
currently going commando and I had no intention of changing that.
I announced to the teenager
and the Irishman that we had to leave. Poor Ted looked desperate to cum, but he
knew better than to complain and he pulled his shorts up and barely managed to
house his impressive erect cock under his flies. I promised him that the
evening would be worth it.
We headed across the river. I
sat next to him in the front seat of his car and talked about the girls who would be receiving
us. I noticed that talking about her in rather explicit details about the photos
and movies she had starred in kept his dick hard. So in an act of kindness I
helped him unleash his dick as we crossed Wandsworth Bridge.
I held his hot,
hard cock in my hand and gently wanked him off as he drove.
Chloe sat in the back seat watching my action.
When we were in traffic outside Earl's Court, waiting for the lights to change, Chloe pointed out the group of girls standing on the pavement. They were dressed provocatively in crop-tops and short skirts and were all pretty enough, but they’d obviously all been drinking on a Hen Night.
One of them saw what was happening in the car and mentioned it to her friends. Suddenly the car was surrounded by rowdy young women watching me as I played with the Irishman’s stiff dick, hammering on the roof of the car and making cat-calls. I wanked him a little harder and faster, letting them all see his thick, proud cock in my fist through the open windows; as the lights changed and we sped away Chloe and I waved out of the windows.
As we approached the Model’s
flat my phone beeped with the code for the car park beneath the flats, so Ted
drove down the ramp and into one of the parking spaces for guests. It was cool
underground and the place was almost completely empty.
Chloe and I left him
there and we walked towards the doors to the lift. We looked behind us knowing
that he knew we were each going to fuck girls he had so many fantasies about. I
dare say that we walked in an outrageously self-confident manner. We had it, he
wanted it, and left to his own devices he’d probably be masturbating furiously
as soon as we went upstairs.
