For Victoria
As we stand at the door of her place, an older house converted into apartments, I wonder what will happen next. She picked me up in the bar, chatted happily, paying close attention to my conversation, often with her head on one side, her eyes sparkling with interest. Her leg brushed against mine more than once and her hand touched my arm twice or more as she emphasised a point. Now she has let me drive her home. I have to admit, I am slightly intimidated by her beauty. Not tall, by any means; I'd say about 5' 4", but slim with good legs and pert breasts, her tight body shown off perfectly by the silk dress that clings to her as if it were wet. Her clear complexion is framed by the dark hair that tumbles freely over her shoulders... and those eyes! Deep and dark, full of mystery, mischief and maybes.
Only one thing for it. As I lean in to kiss her cheek, she turns her head at the last moment and our lips touch. I press the kiss just a little and her mouth opens to receive my tongue. Encouraged, I slip a hand under her open coat and cup a firm boob. Risky, I know - I have been pushed away from that move a couple of times, let me tell you, but Victoria is worth that risk. How would I feel if I hadn't tried? To my delight, she presses a hand to the back of my neck, holding our kiss and adding her tongue to the mouth party. She even pushes her body closer against mine and I wonder if she can feel the bulge in my trousers.
I get my answer when she breaks he kiss with a reluctant sigh, then those eyes study my face until she says, "Think we should do something about that!" and I am being led by the hand into her building. Her rooms are on the right and the moment the door closes we are tearing at each other's clothes. I hear a button ping on the hard floor as my shirt is wrapped down behind me just as her dress falls around her slender waist, revealing a flimsy lace bra, which is doing a marvellous push-up job, making her cleavage look stunning as she sinks to her knees, working on my belt. She quickly has my cock sprung free and she murmurs, "Oh fuck! Yes, please!" as she takes my rod in hand and mouth, bringing me to full erection.
She uses her tongue with skill and experience, sending shivers and tingles of pleasure and expectation from my cock to my brain, both now feverish with desire. I rest a hand lightly on her head - I have no wish to pull her mouth harder on my shaft; she obviously knows what she is doing and what she likes, so no need for me to ruin it like a fucking idiot. When she comes up for air, she stands and pulls me into her bedroom, leaving my clothes in the hall. The room is as tastefully decorated as you would expect for such an elegant girl, but with the incongruous addition of a massive bed! I mean, this thing must be custom-made. She steps out of her dress and unclips her bra, holding the cups in her hands so she can do a slow reveal of her firm young breasts topped by their dark peaks, already stiff and desperate for my attention.
I lay her gently on her back and lie half on top, half beside her, and we kiss, long, gentle, sensual kisses, my fingertips tracing a line from her neck to her flat stomach, via the outside of her right boob. The teasing is not lost on her, and she responds by upping the ante on the kisses, making them hotter and harder, our tongues now eagerly back in the frenzy. When I can, I kiss down her neck and she throws back her head to let me continue over her throat, to her collar bones, the upward curve of her magnificently firm tits, then finally, before she can catch her breath, her nipples. I take each in turn, gently between fingers, lips, teeth, my tongue swirling, licking, sucking. She grips my hair as her pleasure builds - her breathing has changed and I know this is going to be a fabulous night, not just because she is a beauty the likes of which I haven't met in ages, but because she is also clearly a highly sexual creature with desires demanding to be sated.
My kisses travel round and under her breasts, rising and falling with her deep breathing, over her stomach and down to her thighs. Again, I delay, teasing her inner thighs with soft kisses, carefully avoiding the delicate panties that match the bra now discarded on the floor, it's purpose fulfilled. I can sense her anticipation building and decide it is time to peel those panties over her slender legs. She lifts her bum to help me and then my mouth is on her pussy: Completely shaven, with soft little frills protecting her opening; dark flesh covering the pink within. I slide my tongue from arse to clit, parting her lips, and am rewarded by a low, deep moan. Her little button comes to meet my tongue and she grips the sheets as electric shocks of lust pervade her trembling body.
When I kiss my way back to her lips, she pants, "No!" and my heart stops. But then she adds, "Let me go on top!" and in the time it takes my brain to switch back from fear to relief, I am on my back and she is straddling me, her knees gripping my hips. Victoria leans forward and kisses me softly, "It's better like this" she whispers before sitting up again. Taking my stiff cock in her hand, she strokes her slit with its shiny, purple head before pushing down onto it. She lifts herself a little, changing the angle and then... I am inside her. She closes her eyes and bites her lip as she lifts and lowers, lifts and lowers until she has sheathed my entire length inside her warm, wet pussy.
Victoria rides me as artfully as she kisses and as skilfully as she sucks cock, and I am overwhelmed, helpless in the moment, the moment that feels like it will last forever. She changes the speed she rises and falls, the angle and depth my cock goes inside her tight pussy, her vaginal muscles driving me crazy as they play with my cock. Sometimes, she falls forward, her soft, sweet-smelling hair falling around my face, either kissing my face, neck or lips, or offering her wonderful tits to my hot, hungry mouth. Then she leans back, her hands on my shins, my cock pressing tantalisingly against the magic spots inside her love tunnel, my hand reaching forward, my thumb on her clit. Her moans grow louder as I press on her sensitive button, and the door opens.
"Bastard, Georgie!" comes a voice, "Oh! Hello! I'm Connie, Victoria's flatmate!" Victoria simply sits up, still fucking me, and asks, "Little shit let you down, again?"
Connie explains he had to work late, as she drops her coat and sits in the chair by the dressing table, watching us closely. Victoria doesn't break her rhythm as she slides up and down my throbbing member. "Too bad. This is Paul" she adds, as an afterthought.
"Pleased to meet you," smiles Connie, although she isn't looking at my face. "Not bad," she says under her breath, staring at my cock, glistening with her flatmate's juices, as Victoria leans back again, as if to give Connie a better view. " Oh don't mind me," says the new arrival, and she unbuttons her slacks and slips a hand inside her panties!
Victoria returns her attention to her and my joy, leaving Connie to take what pleasure she can from her own fingers as we reach climax. Victoria is moaning and panting freely as her orgasm builds and I am praying I can hold back just a little longer! But when Victoria cums, her pussy spasms hard around my already desperate cock and I have to pull out quickly as her body shudders to completion and my aching balls empty their hot load over my belly and chest in strong spurts of creamy jizz. Connie is out of her chair in an instant, her mouth around my quivering shaft, managing to catch the last spurt in the back of her throat as she takes my full length in one sudden deep-throat lunge! Georgie boy has missed out tonight! She then laps up the thick white blobs of spunk from my body, sending almost unbearable tickles through my orgasm-sensitive skin. Victoria laughs, "You're such a slut, Con!" and her friend looks up, "You'd have only wasted it!" Then she undresses and climbs into bed with us, Victoria already making sure she has her place beside me, her face nestled in my neck.
Connie finishes her self-pleasuring, fingers flashing across her clit until she cums hard - she really was looking forward to a fucking, tonight. She rolls on her side and gets my attention with a kiss. " Soon as you're ready, it's my turn! That's ok, isn't it, Victoria?"
Victoria mumbles a yes into my neck. Then she props herself on an elbow and those eyes are querying me again. " If it's ok with you, Paul...?" I mutter something about giving me ten minutes but all I want right then is to kiss Victoria again, so that's what I do.
Connie is from Singapore, it transpires, and she shares the flat with Victoria. As it is one-bed, they share it when they are not in the mood for a man. I later learn that they sometimes share a man, which explains the size of the bed. I could tell you more about our adventures, if you would like to hear ?
Feb 2021
Only one thing for it. As I lean in to kiss her cheek, she turns her head at the last moment and our lips touch. I press the kiss just a little and her mouth opens to receive my tongue. Encouraged, I slip a hand under her open coat and cup a firm boob. Risky, I know - I have been pushed away from that move a couple of times, let me tell you, but Victoria is worth that risk. How would I feel if I hadn't tried? To my delight, she presses a hand to the back of my neck, holding our kiss and adding her tongue to the mouth party. She even pushes her body closer against mine and I wonder if she can feel the bulge in my trousers.
I get my answer when she breaks he kiss with a reluctant sigh, then those eyes study my face until she says, "Think we should do something about that!" and I am being led by the hand into her building. Her rooms are on the right and the moment the door closes we are tearing at each other's clothes. I hear a button ping on the hard floor as my shirt is wrapped down behind me just as her dress falls around her slender waist, revealing a flimsy lace bra, which is doing a marvellous push-up job, making her cleavage look stunning as she sinks to her knees, working on my belt. She quickly has my cock sprung free and she murmurs, "Oh fuck! Yes, please!" as she takes my rod in hand and mouth, bringing me to full erection.
She uses her tongue with skill and experience, sending shivers and tingles of pleasure and expectation from my cock to my brain, both now feverish with desire. I rest a hand lightly on her head - I have no wish to pull her mouth harder on my shaft; she obviously knows what she is doing and what she likes, so no need for me to ruin it like a fucking idiot. When she comes up for air, she stands and pulls me into her bedroom, leaving my clothes in the hall. The room is as tastefully decorated as you would expect for such an elegant girl, but with the incongruous addition of a massive bed! I mean, this thing must be custom-made. She steps out of her dress and unclips her bra, holding the cups in her hands so she can do a slow reveal of her firm young breasts topped by their dark peaks, already stiff and desperate for my attention.
I lay her gently on her back and lie half on top, half beside her, and we kiss, long, gentle, sensual kisses, my fingertips tracing a line from her neck to her flat stomach, via the outside of her right boob. The teasing is not lost on her, and she responds by upping the ante on the kisses, making them hotter and harder, our tongues now eagerly back in the frenzy. When I can, I kiss down her neck and she throws back her head to let me continue over her throat, to her collar bones, the upward curve of her magnificently firm tits, then finally, before she can catch her breath, her nipples. I take each in turn, gently between fingers, lips, teeth, my tongue swirling, licking, sucking. She grips my hair as her pleasure builds - her breathing has changed and I know this is going to be a fabulous night, not just because she is a beauty the likes of which I haven't met in ages, but because she is also clearly a highly sexual creature with desires demanding to be sated.
My kisses travel round and under her breasts, rising and falling with her deep breathing, over her stomach and down to her thighs. Again, I delay, teasing her inner thighs with soft kisses, carefully avoiding the delicate panties that match the bra now discarded on the floor, it's purpose fulfilled. I can sense her anticipation building and decide it is time to peel those panties over her slender legs. She lifts her bum to help me and then my mouth is on her pussy: Completely shaven, with soft little frills protecting her opening; dark flesh covering the pink within. I slide my tongue from arse to clit, parting her lips, and am rewarded by a low, deep moan. Her little button comes to meet my tongue and she grips the sheets as electric shocks of lust pervade her trembling body.
When I kiss my way back to her lips, she pants, "No!" and my heart stops. But then she adds, "Let me go on top!" and in the time it takes my brain to switch back from fear to relief, I am on my back and she is straddling me, her knees gripping my hips. Victoria leans forward and kisses me softly, "It's better like this" she whispers before sitting up again. Taking my stiff cock in her hand, she strokes her slit with its shiny, purple head before pushing down onto it. She lifts herself a little, changing the angle and then... I am inside her. She closes her eyes and bites her lip as she lifts and lowers, lifts and lowers until she has sheathed my entire length inside her warm, wet pussy.
Victoria rides me as artfully as she kisses and as skilfully as she sucks cock, and I am overwhelmed, helpless in the moment, the moment that feels like it will last forever. She changes the speed she rises and falls, the angle and depth my cock goes inside her tight pussy, her vaginal muscles driving me crazy as they play with my cock. Sometimes, she falls forward, her soft, sweet-smelling hair falling around my face, either kissing my face, neck or lips, or offering her wonderful tits to my hot, hungry mouth. Then she leans back, her hands on my shins, my cock pressing tantalisingly against the magic spots inside her love tunnel, my hand reaching forward, my thumb on her clit. Her moans grow louder as I press on her sensitive button, and the door opens.
"Bastard, Georgie!" comes a voice, "Oh! Hello! I'm Connie, Victoria's flatmate!" Victoria simply sits up, still fucking me, and asks, "Little shit let you down, again?"
Connie explains he had to work late, as she drops her coat and sits in the chair by the dressing table, watching us closely. Victoria doesn't break her rhythm as she slides up and down my throbbing member. "Too bad. This is Paul" she adds, as an afterthought.
"Pleased to meet you," smiles Connie, although she isn't looking at my face. "Not bad," she says under her breath, staring at my cock, glistening with her flatmate's juices, as Victoria leans back again, as if to give Connie a better view. " Oh don't mind me," says the new arrival, and she unbuttons her slacks and slips a hand inside her panties!
Victoria returns her attention to her and my joy, leaving Connie to take what pleasure she can from her own fingers as we reach climax. Victoria is moaning and panting freely as her orgasm builds and I am praying I can hold back just a little longer! But when Victoria cums, her pussy spasms hard around my already desperate cock and I have to pull out quickly as her body shudders to completion and my aching balls empty their hot load over my belly and chest in strong spurts of creamy jizz. Connie is out of her chair in an instant, her mouth around my quivering shaft, managing to catch the last spurt in the back of her throat as she takes my full length in one sudden deep-throat lunge! Georgie boy has missed out tonight! She then laps up the thick white blobs of spunk from my body, sending almost unbearable tickles through my orgasm-sensitive skin. Victoria laughs, "You're such a slut, Con!" and her friend looks up, "You'd have only wasted it!" Then she undresses and climbs into bed with us, Victoria already making sure she has her place beside me, her face nestled in my neck.
Connie finishes her self-pleasuring, fingers flashing across her clit until she cums hard - she really was looking forward to a fucking, tonight. She rolls on her side and gets my attention with a kiss. " Soon as you're ready, it's my turn! That's ok, isn't it, Victoria?"
Victoria mumbles a yes into my neck. Then she props herself on an elbow and those eyes are querying me again. " If it's ok with you, Paul...?" I mutter something about giving me ten minutes but all I want right then is to kiss Victoria again, so that's what I do.
Connie is from Singapore, it transpires, and she shares the flat with Victoria. As it is one-bed, they share it when they are not in the mood for a man. I later learn that they sometimes share a man, which explains the size of the bed. I could tell you more about our adventures, if you would like to hear ?
Feb 2021
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