STRIP AND TEASE

We were in the supermarket walking up one of the central isles late on a Friday afternoon. RS had his arm gripped around my waist, in a tight clinch, just how I like it. We were meandering along, looking for stuff on our list, enjoying the mix of each others easy company and plenty of time to take it slow. No pressure and no tension, my heels tapping across the shiny industrial flooring, his tan leather jacket creasing up against my side as he held me close.

We were looking for cream and cashew-nut butter. And a bottle of sweet dark almond liqueur which we could sip chilled from tumblers filled to the brim with chunks of crackling ice. RS pulled me closer and squeezed my waist.

'Hey baby, you look good with your high heels and the line of your skirt and your sexy sultry smile...have you ever wondered what it would be like to strip down to your panties and show that body of yours to one of these men?'

I glanced up to see a man looking at me briefly before he turned his trolley off to a side isle. A thrill of danger whipped through my senses. RS continued.

'Maybe you'd like that baby, to strip with several men watching you. Perhaps they'd be in the dull glow of a small bar, sitting in banquettes at lamp lit tables, watching you while you worked. Would it turn you on to have a few men watching you as you peeled off your clothes right down to your panties? Maybe it would be a topless bar and you are just wandering around at work with your breasts out or maybe you're a stripper and you want to go a little further, strip off your panties and tease them a little. Show those men that cute pretty little pussy of yours'

We moved down to the chill counter and found the cartons of cream. The store was busy, customers moving around and criss-crossing our path with their baskets filled with bread and milk. I smiled at RS nervously, outwardly giggly and blushing a little, but inwardly my sexual senses were taut and on high-alert.

Yeah, I'd like that. I'd like to see what it would be like to work in some topless bar and have men look at me in a singularly sexual way. Look at my breasts and want to touch my erect nipples in a darkened room in a nondescript city. Maybe I would work stripped down to wearing little more than a flimsy peek-a-boo bra and silky panties.

I'd like to know what it felt like to be scantily clad whilst getting the attention of a few anonymous men. To slip off my bra and rub my nipples while they watched. To smooth my hand over my panties and soft creamy pussy and wonder if those men would desire me, would want to see more of me.

We spent some time choosing the cashew-nut butter, checking the contents for organic purity, weighing up the choice between peanut and almond, needing this rich luxurious spread to taste full of the goodness it was naturally imbued with. Then we went to look for the liqueur, wanting a sweet strong alcoholic buzz to kick start our weekend. We walked up and down the rows of bottles until we found what we wanted. And RS kept talking.

'Would that turn you on baby? Those men want to see what you've got, they want to see those nipples standing to attention as you breeze past to get them their drinks from the bar. They want to catch sight of your ass and your long legs in those high heels as you strut by detached and busy. Hey your are working, just doing your job aren't you? How does that make you feel baby, to think about those men watching you and paying to watch you? Does that turn you on?

Sure, that turned me on and yes, I could do that job. I could be a waitress and strut past in my heels and panties. I could serve men drinks while displaying my breasts, my nipples would be hard because I would be aroused by the men looking at me. I would be aroused if I thought they'd maybe gently lean across, as I'm putting their drinks on the table, and take one of my nipples in between their thumb and fore-finger and pinch it until the tingly pleasure made my pussy ache. I guess that's how those topless waitresses get tips in those sort of places.

I could to that, of course I could do that, and maybe I could even strip and tease and show my pussy to some stranger in one of those places.

It would all be part of the job wouldn't it?

Maybe they'd call me over to their table, they'd like the look of me and want to see a little more. And I'd be doing it for the money so would be quite willing. There would  be two or three men at the table and I'd be bringing them their drinks order and as I finish serving the drinks one of the men puts some notes on my tray, on a small plate for tips, so I know what he wants and I'd just get on with it. He'd want to see a little more of me. I'd maybe let him run his hand up my back and down my ass and thigh. All of the men watch me but it was this one, the one that had paid me that I would give my full attention to. I'd start to dance a little to the music, something jazzy and funky like Jamiroquoi, and as I dance the man keeps reaching out to touch my thigh and then squeeze my nipple. Its not strictly allowed but the boss isn't in the room and I know if I let this man touch me he'll probably give me a little more cash. So I move in a bit closer dancing and swaying and grinding my hips to the music and towards him. He moves one hand a little closer to the front of my panties where he can see the smooth shaved outline of my pussy against the thin silk. The back of his other hand pushes back between his legs against a growing stiffness visible through his jeans. The other men are watching intently and shift restlessly in their seats but their gaze is focused on my dance, on my grinding hips. On my pussy.  The man in front of me then places another, larger, note on my tray.

Oh, and I'm not stupid, I know what he wants.

I move right up to him and rub my hands over my breasts and let him touch and linger over them too, his hands heavy on my breasts, clasping, but softly. I can feel his heavy breath on my neck as I writhe against his crotch, I can feel his cock stiff now against my thin panties. This is what he has paid me for, it isn't strictly allowed but for the extra cash I'm happy to give him what he wants.

I'm fully in his pay now and I writhe for his pleasure but it also feels so good. I pull back the side of my panties, my legs open as I let him see my pussy, displaying  myself for him. He starts to reach towards my pussy, his fingers stretched out towards my aroused bud and moist lips.

We finish our shopping and pay for the almond liqueur, cashew-nut butter and carton of cream. Outside there is rainy late afternoon gloom and the car-park is dotted with pools of oily water. RS still holds me tightly as we make our way to the car and home.

QUICKLY

She had slipped out of her jeans and t-shirt and was padding around in black sequined slippers and black panties. He had bought her the slippers on the evening she arrived and now she was packing to leave again. She had undressed and was deciding what to wear to travel in. But what she really wanted to do was to continue playing sexy games with him.

They were both in the basement where the bedroom was, she was folding a towel over a chair with her back to him while he counted out guitar strings.

She called out his name quietly across the room and he looked up at her. She said that she wanted a kiss.

As he came towards her she quickly slipped out of her slippers and panties and turning her ass towards him, she bent over the low back of the upholstered chair, so that her pussy lips could be viewed from behind, the soft folds of her pussy, which were already swollen with desire, became a fleshy fruit glistening in front of him, inviting him to taste her.

He walked without saying a word, he liked that she didn't always need words and that she sometimes liked silence as much as not. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers and smoothly stripped off his underpants as he moved. When he got to her he dropped down on to his knees and gently pulled her thighs apart.

He leaned forward until his lips met the outer folds of her pussy. He kissed her with deliberation, tender kisses onto tender flesh, his tongue slipping into her every now and then, into her crevice were he could  taste her pussy and make her wetter and which caused his cock to grow stronger and harder.

He stood up and she reached out and touched him, gripping her hand around his stiff cock then releasing again as he stood behind her and pushed her gently over the chair again.

He kissed her neck and down her back and then grabbed her ass with both hands. His cock was rock-hard and dripping for her now and he needed to fuck her right away and when she felt his erection, all that stiff strength and her pussy started to twitch and get restless, she wanted him to fuck her too. Sometimes all she wanted was to just get fucked quickly.

He rubbed the head of his cock, sticky with pre-cum, into her outer lips, which made her wriggle and twist, and when she moaned and murmured her pleasure he held her ass firmly and thrust his cock deeply into her until her juicy pussy oozed around him wet and pink.

She liked to push and grind against him, to fuck and be fucked, she liked to feel the heat rising between them, enjoyed the rapid heart-beats and flushed cheeks as they both came, her pussy tightly throbbing against his jerking hard cock.

And then when it was over they hugged and kissed, they mopped and licked each other dry. He pulled on his underwear and jeans and she slipped back into her black panties and black sequined slippers.

Then she carried on with her packing and he continued sorting through his guitar strings.

SUSHI AND SUCKING COCK

We sat in the car and ate sushi. Sure I was nervous, I didn't know this man, I had met him moments before in a large Japanese food emporium on the edge of an exclusive shopping mall. Any woman that accepts an invitation from a man she doesn't know, to spend a few hours alone with him is risking danger. But it excited me more than I feared it. He was a man and I could smell him and this tensed my body and sharpened my instincts, my muscles seemed to be reacting to him just sitting next to me in the car. He smelt of ginger and spice and desire and this made my spine taut and my pussy relaxed. And what I desired more than anything that night, after eating sushi, was to suck cock.

It was already dark as we shared the little plastic tray of rice and avocado and salmon. We slipped them into our mouths using the simple wooden chopsticks that came with the dish. He had covered the sushi in pale green wasabi sauce which I had said that I liked. And I did but it still hurt the back of my throat and made my eyes water as I swallowed it down. But the sushi tasted good. So good.

We didn't talk much while we ate, a few pleasantries, a politeness between us, formalities yet to be broken by any intimacy. We were strangers about to embark on an intimate act, I didn't know this man and yet I needed him to use me sexually. To want me sexually. And he knew this, whatever signals I was sending out he was picking them up. Every glance between us was charged and alert, when I brushed my hand against his, passing him the sushi dish, I felt a jolt running back and forth, a connection. There was already an understanding between us.

He got out of the car and took the little dish and the chopsticks and dropped them into the bin on the pavement at the side of the car. I pulled down the little interior mirror on the passenger side and checked my face. I applied more red lipstick and dabbed a tissue over my mouth, blotting my lips. He came back to the car and I could feel my heart beating against my chest. He then suggested we smoke a little pot.

We sat for a few moments after smoking and then he pulled me close and started to kiss me. His lips were soft against mine and his tongue pushed into my mouth like a thick warm snake. He smelled so good and I knew that he was exploring my mouth, searching out the depths, testing me out and I was aroused by this, by his urgency and his taking control. My mascara had smeared a little when the wasabi made my eyes water and the pot had expanded my mind. I felt sexual. At that moment nothing else mattered. And that was what I was looking for, to release the deep sexiness that was always just below the surface within me. I was always looking to become sexual. And to find a man who'd give me some satisfaction.

'Ok, I'm going to drive us somewhere a little quieter now. Why don't you slip your shoes off while I'm driving, get a little more comfortable'.

He turned and smiled. I felt the warmth wash over me. He drove and I did as I was told and slipped off my shoes.

He turned the radio onto a blues station and we drove for some miles up the coast in silence, the radio humming in the background and the sound of the ocean crashing about in the distance, I stretched in my seat, my body aching to be touched, waiting for his next move. We pulled into a little sea-side car park, car tyres crunching across the scattered shingle on concrete. He parked in the darkest corner, the sea in front of us a black hole of surging waves. The car windows began to steam up and mist over.

'Slip off your stockings and hitch up your skirt, I want to see your thighs, spread them a little for me'

I did as I was told and rolled down my stockings and I hitched up my skirt for him, hitching it up and spreading my legs so that my thighs lay loosely against the sides of the seat, my pussy still wrapped in panties but its shaved shape outlined against the thin white cotton.

His hand ran across my thighs one after the other as I arched my back a little and moaned. He gently pinched my pussy lips through my panties with his fingers.

'Pretty. Now take off your panties'

I slipped them off and let them drop to the floor. My legs were spread and his fingers now were smoothing over my thighs and grazing across my pussy. He started to whisper into my ear.

'Is this what you wanted? Is this what you let men do to you? You let a stranger take you out for sushi and to smoke a little pot and then you take off your panties for him in a darkened car park by the sea? What else would you do for a stranger? Would you suck his cock?'

I started to wriggle and writhe under his fingers, my heart was beating as he pressed against me over the seats, his weight pinning me down. I could feel a stiffness in his pants, his cock hardening as he breathed heavily on my neck and whispered more.

'Is this what you want, my cock in your mouth?'

My thighs dropped further apart, allowing his fingers access as he went straight to my pussy, which ached for his attention. I could feel his cock rock-hard and throbbing against me as he rubbed my pussy lips and dipped his fingers in and out of my moistness.And then he sat up.

'Ok now down to business. You know what I want don't you.  And you want it too. Unzip my trousers, I want you to suck my cock'.

I sat up and started to unzip him. I could still feel his hardness through the fabric and then once unzipped  and out of his underpants I knew once again that what I wanted was to feel him inside me. I wanted him to touch me and I wanted him to fuck me but I also really really just wanted his cock in my mouth and to feel him jerk and cum down my throat. I just really needed to suck him.

I wrapped my hand firmly around the base of his cock and let my mouth swallow up as much as I could. He was warm and solid in my mouth, my tongue licking and wrapping itself around him I could taste the pre-juice which oozed like nectar from the head. It got me more sexed-up and horny as I started to suck and gorge on him, back and forth, hearing him moan and sign as my mouth frothed with saliva and his own juices. His hand had slipped back between my legs which were now wide open and ready for to be invaded. My pussy, slippery and achy was enjoying his fingers rubbing and playing with me but my mouth now full of his cock-hardness just wanted to suck and feel him climax. I kept sucking and licking, sometimes slowly like a panther, sometimes more rapid with hard sucks taking him as deeply as I could.

And when he came, hard in fits and jerks, his cum spurting out thick and dripping and spilling down my chin,  I felt my pussy spasm and contract, the ache subsiding for a while. The need would return but for now I felt satisfied.

SEXY DREAM

In the dream I have found myself all bundled up in this mans arms and sitting on his lap. He is an old boss of mine, I worked for him years ago but now, in this dream, he is at his desk and am pretzled up on his lap, arms and legs caught and clasped underneath, trapping me, my legs hooked over and held in place by a strong enfolded arm on one side, and my back and the other side surrounded and cradled by the other.

And in this position, this place of comfort and coddling, this soothing and enveloping embrace I am feeling deeply sexual. This man is fully dressed, wearing some sort of tweedy three-piece suit, and I am naked.

I pull my arms free and hold his head in my hands, my lips to his, elbows bent, focusing. His eyes are on me, close-up, entering the space which lies behind the image I try to project. I'm trying to get my tongue into his mouth, his lips are only slightly apart, a little slit where moisture escapes and into which I want to escape to.

I can feel the slight rough and scratch of the fabric against my bottom and thighs, and underneath and near my pussy I can feel the strong thick throb of his cock. I want the strength, the hard strength to invade my turned-on pussy. It's pouting for attention now. Needs it.

I keep on trying to kiss this man, trying to get inside him, forcing my tongue into the wet depths of his mouth. I feel his hand as he runs it smoothly across my lower back and bottom, fingers sweeping towards the fullness between my thighs. His fingers brush against my moist swollen pussy, rubbing the outer lips as if he owned them, and he had the right to. I continue my preoccupation with gaining an entry to his mouth. It seems like the place I need to be and I know that when I break though into the warmth with my searching tongue he will also break through and thrust his hard cock into my waiting pussy.

At last his cock is outside of his open trousers. He has swivelled me around and his cock is stiff and upright and against my wet pussy lips. He rubs against me, turning me on as his hardness slides up and down. His mouth has opened, letting me in. I am still holding his head but now kissing him with a horny urgency. He lifts me up slightly and I slid down onto him, his stiff cock within my aching moist pussy. And we fuck, like that on the chair, all wrapped up in each other. He pulls me around and my knees are now pulled up against my chest with his arms around me holding me while he fucks me hard.  I am caught on his cock while he fucks me almost as if it has nothing to do with me.

Oh but it has, it has everything to do with me, but don't dreams create the strangest scenario's?

THE PERFECT SHAPE

I found it a few days ago when I was grocery shopping. Strolling down the aisle with my list clipped in place I was slowly wandering towards the area where all the soap and shampoos and other cleansing items were shelved. I was looking for deodorant and I only noticed this new product because I couldn't find the one that I usually buy. But this one, well, it just stood out to me and for one reason only. It kind of made me feel horny.

I picked it up and held it in my hand and glanced around me. The world was exactly the same as a moment ago, people were bustling past searching for things on their lists, woman were pushing fractious children who lolled to the side of their trolleys bored and whiny, office staff nipping in to buy sandwiches or cigarettes or tampons. Nothing had changed except I was holding this deodorant capsule and thinking about it sexually. There was something comforting about its smooth solid shape and it felt strong and firm in my hand. It looked just perfect. I tossed it carelessly into the bottom of my trolley and forgot about it.

A few days later and the deodorant is still sitting at the bottom of the stairs waiting to be taken up. I grab it on my way and place it on my dressing table where it sits amongst my perfume and make-up. Nestled between beauty products it looks like a soldier on sentry duty. And every time I come into the room it now catches my eye. It's waiting for me.

Later on and I am late to leave the house. I am late by 10 minutes, but it is Sunday and there is no formal urgency to be exactly on schedule and I force myself to relax and not feel pressured by some imaginary time-keeper watching me. I take another moment to check my outfit. I like attention to detail, to feel dressed even if it is just a Sunday and there is no-one else around. I have dressed in fine navy wool trousers which have a delicate brown pinstripe and a navy turtle neck. My brown leather boots have narrow 4 inch wedged heels which give me purpose and on top of it all I'm wearing a cream shaggy jacket. Today no jewellery and with my hair scraped into a tight ponytail I'm all ready to leave but I still sit and dawdle around on the laptop for another minute or two. I feel restless.

Finally I get up and go upstairs to the bedroom. I want my watch and as I find it on my dressing table and start to strap it to my wrist, I notice the stiff upright form of that recent purchase just out of the corner of my eye. I look up at the large clock on the wall. I am 15 minutes late. I slip off my jacket and pick up the deodorant. It feels so smooth and I can imagine the smoothness rubbing over my pussy, hard like the head of an erect cock.

Suddenly nothing else is more important than feeling that imaginary cock head between my legs. I don't need to undress further and I lie down on my back on the bed, turning sideways a little, and as I spread my thighs I  press the head against my turned-on pussy. The trousers are loose and through my cotton panties I can feel all the cock-smooth hardness teasing my pussy as I begin to rub back and forth against it.

I am soon getting lost in a fantasy. RS is in front of me and directing a strange man to rub his erect cock up against my pussy from behind. I am naked in the fantasy and RS is looking me, gauging my reaction as this cock is rubbed over and over against my clit, pre-fluids from this cock and my turned-on pussy making it slippery and penetration is soon going to happen. I try not to show what I'm feeling, I'm doing what I'm told and I don't mind but soon I want this cock inside. Every second is laden with desire and it's getting tenser with RS watching and the man behind acting like he is about to cum.

My head is thrown back and my eyes are closed and I start to fall deeper into this need, I need it, I need to relax and I need to be fucked. At last I start to cum, I feel as if I am falling over a cliff with the gulf between sanity and reason dissolved and distant. The release is huge and a noise is torn from my mouth, and I climax hard.

The next minute I am up and pulling my jacket on. I place the deodorant back on my dressing table and straighten my hair. I smile in the mirror at my reflection. Now I don't feel quite so restless.

PEEP-HOLE PANTIES

I wanted to wear some frilly black peep-hole panties. I was in a sexy mood and wanted to strut around a little. As soon as I got in I rushed upstairs and stripped off. Then I ran a bath while sorting through my underwear to find them. I paired the panties up with a flimsy lacy black bra and black satin opaque hold-up stockings.

I bathed quickly and sprayed myself with Gucci perfume. Pulling the panties on first, I loved the way my pussy popped out from the hole, like a plum gently falling out of a net. I ran my fingers across the lace and frills which surrounded my pussy and then across my pussy which felt so soft and tender. The bud of my clit was swollen a little beneath the exposed fleshy folds. And of course I was turned-on.

I quickly slipped into the bra and then rolled the stockings up my lower legs and thighs pulling them firmly mid-way up until I could release them with a little snap, into place. High heels with a sling-back and then a black dress on top and I teetered down the stair-well, stopping in front of the large mirror, which is surrounded by countless old framed family photos, to lift my dress and flash at my reflection. I smiled and imagined a photo of myself like this and how erotic it would be. I rubbed my fingers across myself again, rubbed my pussy lips and spread my thighs like a girl in lap-dancing bar. I liked this game..

I strutted around the house for a bit, all the while thinking about RS and when we could skype.

And when we did, I enjoyed teasing a little, flirting, filling the air full of expectation....sexual energy. I'm his horny girl and I need to show it, play with it a little before going for full-on sex-pleasure.

I stripped off my dress and sat in our black leather and chrome office chair, spinning slightly, heeled and stockinged legs pushed up on the edge of the desk, soft plum of my pussy hanging out like a fruit from its peep-hole nest. With my legs spread and displaying my fruit, for RS's viewing, I felt sexed-up and ready.

I took the lap-top upstairs and set it down on the big double bed in our room. And we played.

Isn't it funny how one slender garment, one slight slip of an item of clothing, a pair of frilly peep-hole panties, a pair of black lacy panties with a slash cut through so your pussy can peep out provocatively can be enough for some deeply sexy fun. I love sexy fun. I was made for it.

SEXUAL FAVOUR

My boyfriend called me and told me to get ready and to meet him at his house in an hour. I spent my time soaking in a warm bath and painting my toe nails. I rubbed perfumed cream into my stomach and thighs and blow-dried my hair in sections so it would fall just as I wanted it to. And I chose an expensive silk deep moss-green coloured dress which fell to the knee, demure, but sultry. I liked the way the bias cut of the silk pulled slightly across my bare ass as I walked. I added pearl stud earrings and a slash of my favorite red lipstick. Finally I slipped on nude-coloured suede high-heels and I was ready for whatever the night would bring.

I loved it when my boyfriend wanted to take me out and show me off. It felt good to stalk by his side, teetering on heels and holding on to his arm, sexed-up and knowing he would fuck me at the end of the night.

When I arrived he took me down to the basement area of his house where he has a small sitting-room and a guest bedroom and bathroom. It's like a little self-contained flat, with a separate entrance, and is cosy though not often used.

He took my coat and gave me a lingering kiss during which he slid his hand up under my dress and grazed the backs of his fingers over my pussy lips. I leaned into him, his kissing had got me hot, but then he drew away and said that there was work to be done and that he needed me to contribute a little to all of our expenses. At that moment there was a knock on the basement door to the street. My boyfriend suggested I go into the bedroom and make myself comfortable while he answered it.

I wasn't quite sure what was going on but I went through anyway and sat on the bed, pulling the door behind me so it was only open a jar. The bedding had been pulled back and new cotton sheets had been put on. I could hear my boyfriend talking in low tones to another man and then they came towards the door and it was pushed open. I just caught sight of my boyfriend slipping cash notes into his pocket and then he was standing there and I could see the other man behind him.

'Now Agatha, this gentleman has answered a discrete notice that I put in a select newspaper, offering your services for a little cock-sucking. The add stated in no uncertain terms how much you enjoyed this...erm...pastime. He  has payed a fair rate and you do really need to contribute a bit towards all the costs. You cost me quite a bit of money with the hotels and plane fares for the trips we take and I thought this would be a good way of working you a little. You'll have to turn him on a bit first, perform a little before you suck him. All right darling? Slip off your dress.'

The man walked in and stood near the bed, I stood up and slipped my dress over my head and then sat back down on the bed just wearing a black lace bra and my nude-coloured suede high heeled shoes.  My boyfriend came into the room as well and closed the door behind him.

'Now Agatha, don't be shy or reluctant as this gentleman has come across town and doesn't need to be kept waiting. Unzip his trousers, perhaps touch him and then play with your pussy as I'm sure he'd like to see that. Oh...and there are a couple of rules, one being that he can have your mouth but he isn't allowed to touch your pussy. OK?'

I nodded my compliance and leaned forward to the front of the mans pants and unbuttoned his trousers. I could already feel on one side that his cock was stiff and upright. I unzipped him and eased his trousers down to the ground. His hand slid down to his underpants and over his cock which was pushing forwards towards my face. I carefully pulled his underpants down as well and his hard cock sprang out. I held his cock firmly in one hand while gently tracing my fingers across the head with the other until a drop of juice appeared, sticky and sweet. I licked my fingers and then gave the head of his cock one long lick before I slid quickly backwards up the bed and leaned against the headboard.

I was getting wet at the sight and feel of this cock and I glanced at my boyfriend. I really wanted to display my pussy and he knew that, knew I'd soon get so aroused that my own desire would take over and I wouldn't be able to stop myself. I flipped my breasts out of the cups of my bra and rubbed my nipples, enjoying the sexy sensation as I rolled the rubbery bullets between the tips of my fingers. Both my boyfriend and this stranger were watching me intently. The man was jerking his cock and staring at me. I couldn't contain myself any longer and as I began to spread my legs, I could hear the man murmuring and sighing under his breath as he squeezed his cock and gestured it towards me.

My fingers slipped down into my wet pussy and I began to feel dizzy with desire. As my fingers played and slid over the soft lips and around my clit

'Slow down Agatha, it looks like that hard cock needs sucking. I think you ought to suck it now, don't you?'

I crawled down the bed on my knees to the man and leaned in until I was right up close and his cock was an inch from my face. I opened my mouth wide and let the smooth shiny head of this mans cock lie on my flattened tongue while I gripped around the solid base. It tasted different, but not unpleasant, and I spooled some spit onto it to moisten the head, sucking a little on it, just taking an inch into my mouth and playing with it.

My pussy was wet from displaying it just now and I was horny and hungrily began to widen my mouth. I could hear the mans breathing ebbing and flowing as my hand loosely jerked him up and down. I liked the feel of this cock in my mouth and wanted more of it inside me.

'Go on Agatha, suck that cock...you really like it don't you?

Yes I did really like it, I liked sucking this strange cock, I liked that this mans hands had now swooped around my head and were holding my cheeks as he pummelled himself into my mouth and that my spit was collecting in the corners of my mouth and dribbling down to my chin. I was so turned-on, on all fours on the bed, my ass in the air and my pussy dripping and twitching.

'Agatha you need some cock in that pussy, you need to be fucked at the same time. That was the other rule. Get ready for my cock, I'm hard and I'm going to fuck you'

And then I felt my boyfriends hands on my ass and his cock slipping into my open pussy, his stiff hard sticky cock penetrating me from behind, giving me what I needed. I started to climax hard at that point, my eyes rolling and half-closed, my mouth full of this strangers stiff shaft, my pussy throbbing in waves, taking my boyfriends hard cock while he fucked me, pounded into me, nailed me.

I love it when my boyfriend fucks me at the end of the night.