Sandra’s political ‘party’ xxxx
It was probably around the mid nineties when my affair with Sandra reached its crescendo, sex wise, insomuch as that sex with her, whilst always ‘full on’, was, to me anyway becoming, and I hate to admit it, a bit of a chore and her demands for ‘extreme’ and ‘kinky’ sex was fast becoming an addiction for her too. I was, at that time, spending more and more time at her place, rather than at home with my wife, as my work was increasingly centred around the area in which her house was located. Sandra was insatiable and after a hard days work, I would hardly through the front door, before, usually naked or wearing some ridiculously sexy outfit, she would demand a good fucking, which, in fairness, I was usually more than happy to oblige. The evening would be spent constantly caressing her wet cunt followed my more sex in bed, sometimes in the middle of the night too, and woh besides me if I wasn’t up for giving her another good fucking before leaving for work the next morning !!
Around that time, Sandra had also started seeing, as I found out later, a relationship with the owner of a local bakery, where she sometimes helped out behind the counter, who I’m reliably informed was fucking her most afternoons, after the bakery shut. Sandra’s daughter, Sarah, who was, like her mother, extremely keen on sex, who I was more than happy, if I could slip away from her mothers demands, to fuck her, also had a boyfriend called Will, who again I later found out was keen on Sandras cunt too, unbeknown to Sarah!!!
Weekends were even more intense as this would invariably involve either a ‘party’ of a swinging nature, usually locally but also, sometimes, involving a long drive and a night away or, more often than not a visit to one of the local ‘dogging’ sites that seem to proliferate in that particular area of the Cotswolds.
One ‘party’ in particular, we went too, does spring to mind. It was in Cheltenham, renowned for it tranquility and it was a soirée laid on ostensibly to celebrate a victory by the local MP, in a recent election, a well known local figure who had an eye for the ladies. He’d been married several times and although now well into his sixties, had recently married a much younger woman, definitely a bit of a stunner and only in her late twenties or early thirties. I don’t know how, at the time, Sandra got an invite, but I now suspect it was her ‘baker’ friend, who was also a local councillor. Anyway, I was now accompanying. the very sexy looking Sandra, who was wearing a little black number, and when I say little, I mean seriously little. Sandra was a stunner, beautiful with a figure most women would die for, and could wear, literally a bin liner and she’d still look good. The black dress couldn’t have been much more than twenty four inches, top to bottom and barely, well didn’t actually, cover the tops of her sheer black hold ups she was wearing and together with a stunningly high pair of black stilettos she looked a million dollars.
The party was being hosted in one of the tall Georgian town houses on the Promenade, fronting the Imperial Gardens, in the centre of Cheltenham. We’d taken a taxi, which was a bit ostentatious, but we’ll worth it for the crazy driving as the cabbie could keep his eyes off Sandra’s knicker less cunt for most of the journey, as her dress was well up around her ass. There must have been well over fifty guests already there and, with the champagne flowing, it was getting into full swing. The host, together with his gorgeous young wife, were introduced to us, he seemingly unable to take his eyes off Sandra and, unsurprisingly, I was staring, rather obviously at his wife, taking no notice whatsoever of the polite conversation taking place.
It was all a bit ‘Hooray Henry’ for me, most of the guests, being pillars of local society or the hunting and countryside set, so I took my leave of Sandra, who was already being ‘pestered’ and letched over by several, mostly young men and a few older ones, much to her delight, as she had certainly become, very much, the centre of attraction. Luckily the local MPs wife had followed me into the kitchen and, to my surprise and delight, came onto me in no uncertain terms that she too was fed up with the ‘clientele’ at the party, pissed off with her boring husband and did I fancy, perhaps, slipping upstairs and getting to know each other, a little better. Her name was Fiona, and like I said earlier, was a bit of a stunner wearing a rather tarty looking red body con dress which showed off her ample curves and also that, well from where I was staring, very little underneath which definitely proved to be the case as, as I followed her wiggling ass up the grand staircase, the dress, conveniently rose even higher showing no panties at all.
I’d no sooner locked the door than the dress had dropped to the floor, a very very sexy desirable tanned body on show, tottering on just a pair of skyscraper red patent high heels. Well I didn’t need a second invitation and we were soon on a super comfy bed, my rampant hard cock giving her juicy wet cunt a fucking good shagging, to be crude about it!!! She definitely liked it a ‘bit rough’, demanding I fuck her harder and harder, even wanting her ample tits squeezed and squashed whist I continued to ram my cock deep inside her. A couple of times I implied that I was about to cum but she screamed at me to not be so ‘fucking selfish’ as she hadn’t hardly got started! Well I thought Sandra and, to a lesser degree, her daughter Sarah, were demanding when it came to wanting cock but Fiona was in a class of her own. Eventually, after what must have been a good forty five minutes, Fiona gave up the fight, started shaking like her body was about to explode, orgasming unlike any woman I’d witnessed before, screaming like a banshee and doubling with pleasure as I spurted a huge load of spunk deep into her wet red raw, throbbing cunt.
After a session like that, you’d have thought we’d be both well fucked, well I was, but not Fiona, who after laying in my arms for only a minute or so, was off to the bathroom, dressed, heels on, and, without so much as a by your leave, was out the door and back down the stairs to the party. Well that’s gratitude, I thought!!!
During the time I’d been away from the party, it had developed into a different sort of party than I’d left, about an hour earlier in that, well for starters, Sandra had disappeared somewhere, I suspected probably upstairs, with someone and most of the older women and married men seemed to have disappeared too, to be replaced by much younger tarty looking ones, who I’d not seen previously. Fiona was still there, all over a young athlete looking black guy, as was her husband, who likewise seemed ‘very friendly’ with a tall brunette, obviously one of the whores, who had a skirt on that wasn’t much more than a ‘belt’ and a cracking pair of oiled bronzed legs. I couldn’t see Sandra, but I did see Fiona and her black friend going up stairs closely followed by her husband and the brunette in the short skirt, who like Sandra definitely wasn’t wearing any knickers.
It didn’t take me long to find Sandra who was in another downstairs reception room, laid out over a leather occasional table being split roasted by a lad who didn’t look old enough to even be at the party, fucking her juicy cunt whilst she was sucking on an older guys cock, which was huge, surrounded by five or six other men, who looked to have either fucked her or waiting there turn to give her, looking at the spunk on her stockings and dress, which was pulled up around her tits, yet another load of spunk. She seemed to be having fun though, so I left her to it.
I did get chatting to another party goer, a close friend of the MP, who told me that a lot of the ‘newer’ younger girls were interns working for the Tory party and the tarty looking ones were ‘prostitutes’ either down from Birmingham and London and paid for by the MP. If I wanted either one of the whores or an intern just give him the word as to which one I wanted and he’d sort it. I must confess that there were certainly a couple that I fancied and thought I’d have a pop at a gorgeous young Indian looking girl with a fabulous smile. As good as his word, he introduced me to her, who turned out to be called Satnam, and of Sikh heritage, petite, only about five foot tall, long shiny black hair, gorgeous curvy figure and wearing a very short blue satin dress. I now discovered that there was a ‘special’ bedroom, put aside, for this sort of liaison and she quickly led me back up the wonderful staircase to a large bedroom at the rear of the house. The room was big and the three single beds were already being used by other couples fornicating like rabbits. One of the girls had just finished being fucked by a fat older guy and, who obviously knew Satnam, offered the bed for us. A very black girl intern was being well fucked on the bed next to us by another older man, over eighty, I’d say and on the other side a woman, definitely in her sixties, at least, but good for her age was being fucked by a young lad who I fancied I’d seen fucking Sandra earlier. She was definitely enjoying the fuck, given the noise she was making. Satnam was a great fuck, rode me cowgirl style, aren’t they all, and afterwards she told me that she was just nineteen and that she and the other girls had all been promised jobs, within the party it they were ‘good’. It turns out she’d been very ‘good’ as I was her fourth cock she’d had that evening and, for her, the night wasn’t over yet!!!
The night was over for me though and I decided to go and find Sandra. Surprise surprise, Sandra was still in the other reception room, where I’d last seen her being split roasted only this time she was on her knees sucking off a youngish tall thin guy, up against the wall, with a incredibly long but thin cock. I caught Sandra’s eye, nodding in the direction of the front door , but she held up five fingers suggesting another five minutes. Okay I thought, and slumping into an armchair, watched Sandra guide the guy over to the settee, open her legs to him as he sunk his cock deep into her sopping wet cunt. His cock must have been a good ten or eleven inches long but, fare do to her, she took the lot and he was soon giving her cunt yet another good pounding but, with Sandra moaning with delight, he shot his load and as he pulled it out, bit like a snake I thought, dribbled yet more spunk down her dress and legs.
I must say that Sandra still looked gorgeous but a complete ‘mess’, dress wise, as it was stained with spunk, both front and rear, her holdups, well one of them at least had a huge hole in the knee and I’m sure her cunt was still dribbling spunk as we crossed the road to the taxi rank, outside the Cavendish department store building opposite. Luckily the cabbie didn’t clock what sort of state she was in, so we had no problems getting home. Sandra had had a great evening , as I had too, and told me that besides being split roasted by a dozen or so men she’d also been taken upstairs, to a bedroom, where a distinguished looking gentleman was apparently waiting for her, naked, on the bed . She’d then been fucked by him whilst being watched and egged on, all the while, by the MP and his wife, Fiona, who I’d fucked earlier, and who was now being fucked, at the same time as Sandra, by the black athletic guy I’d seen her with earlier, up against the wall beside the bed. Sandra had, apparently, been specifically picked from all the women there to be fucked by this ‘special guest’ who’s identity she’d been told to keep secret, but it was a bit wasted on her, as she didn’t know who he was, other than being told he was a very well known politician and a government minister !!!!”
Around that time, Sandra had also started seeing, as I found out later, a relationship with the owner of a local bakery, where she sometimes helped out behind the counter, who I’m reliably informed was fucking her most afternoons, after the bakery shut. Sandra’s daughter, Sarah, who was, like her mother, extremely keen on sex, who I was more than happy, if I could slip away from her mothers demands, to fuck her, also had a boyfriend called Will, who again I later found out was keen on Sandras cunt too, unbeknown to Sarah!!!
Weekends were even more intense as this would invariably involve either a ‘party’ of a swinging nature, usually locally but also, sometimes, involving a long drive and a night away or, more often than not a visit to one of the local ‘dogging’ sites that seem to proliferate in that particular area of the Cotswolds.
One ‘party’ in particular, we went too, does spring to mind. It was in Cheltenham, renowned for it tranquility and it was a soirée laid on ostensibly to celebrate a victory by the local MP, in a recent election, a well known local figure who had an eye for the ladies. He’d been married several times and although now well into his sixties, had recently married a much younger woman, definitely a bit of a stunner and only in her late twenties or early thirties. I don’t know how, at the time, Sandra got an invite, but I now suspect it was her ‘baker’ friend, who was also a local councillor. Anyway, I was now accompanying. the very sexy looking Sandra, who was wearing a little black number, and when I say little, I mean seriously little. Sandra was a stunner, beautiful with a figure most women would die for, and could wear, literally a bin liner and she’d still look good. The black dress couldn’t have been much more than twenty four inches, top to bottom and barely, well didn’t actually, cover the tops of her sheer black hold ups she was wearing and together with a stunningly high pair of black stilettos she looked a million dollars.
The party was being hosted in one of the tall Georgian town houses on the Promenade, fronting the Imperial Gardens, in the centre of Cheltenham. We’d taken a taxi, which was a bit ostentatious, but we’ll worth it for the crazy driving as the cabbie could keep his eyes off Sandra’s knicker less cunt for most of the journey, as her dress was well up around her ass. There must have been well over fifty guests already there and, with the champagne flowing, it was getting into full swing. The host, together with his gorgeous young wife, were introduced to us, he seemingly unable to take his eyes off Sandra and, unsurprisingly, I was staring, rather obviously at his wife, taking no notice whatsoever of the polite conversation taking place.
It was all a bit ‘Hooray Henry’ for me, most of the guests, being pillars of local society or the hunting and countryside set, so I took my leave of Sandra, who was already being ‘pestered’ and letched over by several, mostly young men and a few older ones, much to her delight, as she had certainly become, very much, the centre of attraction. Luckily the local MPs wife had followed me into the kitchen and, to my surprise and delight, came onto me in no uncertain terms that she too was fed up with the ‘clientele’ at the party, pissed off with her boring husband and did I fancy, perhaps, slipping upstairs and getting to know each other, a little better. Her name was Fiona, and like I said earlier, was a bit of a stunner wearing a rather tarty looking red body con dress which showed off her ample curves and also that, well from where I was staring, very little underneath which definitely proved to be the case as, as I followed her wiggling ass up the grand staircase, the dress, conveniently rose even higher showing no panties at all.
I’d no sooner locked the door than the dress had dropped to the floor, a very very sexy desirable tanned body on show, tottering on just a pair of skyscraper red patent high heels. Well I didn’t need a second invitation and we were soon on a super comfy bed, my rampant hard cock giving her juicy wet cunt a fucking good shagging, to be crude about it!!! She definitely liked it a ‘bit rough’, demanding I fuck her harder and harder, even wanting her ample tits squeezed and squashed whist I continued to ram my cock deep inside her. A couple of times I implied that I was about to cum but she screamed at me to not be so ‘fucking selfish’ as she hadn’t hardly got started! Well I thought Sandra and, to a lesser degree, her daughter Sarah, were demanding when it came to wanting cock but Fiona was in a class of her own. Eventually, after what must have been a good forty five minutes, Fiona gave up the fight, started shaking like her body was about to explode, orgasming unlike any woman I’d witnessed before, screaming like a banshee and doubling with pleasure as I spurted a huge load of spunk deep into her wet red raw, throbbing cunt.
After a session like that, you’d have thought we’d be both well fucked, well I was, but not Fiona, who after laying in my arms for only a minute or so, was off to the bathroom, dressed, heels on, and, without so much as a by your leave, was out the door and back down the stairs to the party. Well that’s gratitude, I thought!!!
During the time I’d been away from the party, it had developed into a different sort of party than I’d left, about an hour earlier in that, well for starters, Sandra had disappeared somewhere, I suspected probably upstairs, with someone and most of the older women and married men seemed to have disappeared too, to be replaced by much younger tarty looking ones, who I’d not seen previously. Fiona was still there, all over a young athlete looking black guy, as was her husband, who likewise seemed ‘very friendly’ with a tall brunette, obviously one of the whores, who had a skirt on that wasn’t much more than a ‘belt’ and a cracking pair of oiled bronzed legs. I couldn’t see Sandra, but I did see Fiona and her black friend going up stairs closely followed by her husband and the brunette in the short skirt, who like Sandra definitely wasn’t wearing any knickers.
It didn’t take me long to find Sandra who was in another downstairs reception room, laid out over a leather occasional table being split roasted by a lad who didn’t look old enough to even be at the party, fucking her juicy cunt whilst she was sucking on an older guys cock, which was huge, surrounded by five or six other men, who looked to have either fucked her or waiting there turn to give her, looking at the spunk on her stockings and dress, which was pulled up around her tits, yet another load of spunk. She seemed to be having fun though, so I left her to it.
I did get chatting to another party goer, a close friend of the MP, who told me that a lot of the ‘newer’ younger girls were interns working for the Tory party and the tarty looking ones were ‘prostitutes’ either down from Birmingham and London and paid for by the MP. If I wanted either one of the whores or an intern just give him the word as to which one I wanted and he’d sort it. I must confess that there were certainly a couple that I fancied and thought I’d have a pop at a gorgeous young Indian looking girl with a fabulous smile. As good as his word, he introduced me to her, who turned out to be called Satnam, and of Sikh heritage, petite, only about five foot tall, long shiny black hair, gorgeous curvy figure and wearing a very short blue satin dress. I now discovered that there was a ‘special’ bedroom, put aside, for this sort of liaison and she quickly led me back up the wonderful staircase to a large bedroom at the rear of the house. The room was big and the three single beds were already being used by other couples fornicating like rabbits. One of the girls had just finished being fucked by a fat older guy and, who obviously knew Satnam, offered the bed for us. A very black girl intern was being well fucked on the bed next to us by another older man, over eighty, I’d say and on the other side a woman, definitely in her sixties, at least, but good for her age was being fucked by a young lad who I fancied I’d seen fucking Sandra earlier. She was definitely enjoying the fuck, given the noise she was making. Satnam was a great fuck, rode me cowgirl style, aren’t they all, and afterwards she told me that she was just nineteen and that she and the other girls had all been promised jobs, within the party it they were ‘good’. It turns out she’d been very ‘good’ as I was her fourth cock she’d had that evening and, for her, the night wasn’t over yet!!!
The night was over for me though and I decided to go and find Sandra. Surprise surprise, Sandra was still in the other reception room, where I’d last seen her being split roasted only this time she was on her knees sucking off a youngish tall thin guy, up against the wall, with a incredibly long but thin cock. I caught Sandra’s eye, nodding in the direction of the front door , but she held up five fingers suggesting another five minutes. Okay I thought, and slumping into an armchair, watched Sandra guide the guy over to the settee, open her legs to him as he sunk his cock deep into her sopping wet cunt. His cock must have been a good ten or eleven inches long but, fare do to her, she took the lot and he was soon giving her cunt yet another good pounding but, with Sandra moaning with delight, he shot his load and as he pulled it out, bit like a snake I thought, dribbled yet more spunk down her dress and legs.
I must say that Sandra still looked gorgeous but a complete ‘mess’, dress wise, as it was stained with spunk, both front and rear, her holdups, well one of them at least had a huge hole in the knee and I’m sure her cunt was still dribbling spunk as we crossed the road to the taxi rank, outside the Cavendish department store building opposite. Luckily the cabbie didn’t clock what sort of state she was in, so we had no problems getting home. Sandra had had a great evening , as I had too, and told me that besides being split roasted by a dozen or so men she’d also been taken upstairs, to a bedroom, where a distinguished looking gentleman was apparently waiting for her, naked, on the bed . She’d then been fucked by him whilst being watched and egged on, all the while, by the MP and his wife, Fiona, who I’d fucked earlier, and who was now being fucked, at the same time as Sandra, by the black athletic guy I’d seen her with earlier, up against the wall beside the bed. Sandra had, apparently, been specifically picked from all the women there to be fucked by this ‘special guest’ who’s identity she’d been told to keep secret, but it was a bit wasted on her, as she didn’t know who he was, other than being told he was a very well known politician and a government minister !!!!”
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