Samantha Atkinson

Can’t Please Everyone!

Thanks for all your feedback about the stories on Fansly.

Some love it, some not so much – and I fully understand, it’s not everybody’s taste. Thank you to everyone who says they prefer the real me, I look forward to showing you how much I appreciate that when I see you next ;0p xxxxx

I just can’t use the real me online, I’m afraid, as I’m sure you can understand. If it helps at all, the model is just the kind of girl I would want to be naughty with, it’s why I chose her.

For those of you who do like the online Sam, I’ve uploaded a naughty chapter 2!

http://www.fansly.com/talkonthewildside

Have fun xxxxx

Erotic Stories Just Got Real !!

OK boys, I think you’re going to love this.

For a while now, I’ve wanted to make more of a story out of the posts I do. I know you boys love them (thanks for all the great feedback – I love hearing about the fun you have 😜), and I’ve been thinking about how to take your entertainment to the next level.

A friend of mine is a nerdy wiz, and a fan of the stories, so we came up with what I hope is a really fun way to enjoy what I write.

Take a look here, and see how you enjoy the new version of the last 2 posts.

http://www.fansly.com/talkonthewildside

Let me know what you think xxxx

Sam

A Mile High Dream – Part 2 (To Heaven and Back)

Note: This a sequel to the last post – A Mile High Dream.

Make Sure you read that one first – it makes this one even spicier.
Sam xxx
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So, after I’d slipped off his lap and quickly straightened myself up, and he’d tucked his very wet but softening cock back into his trousers, I headed back to the crew area at the front of the cabin. As I walked along the aisle I glanced around quickly and, sure enough, the few passengers we had on board were still fast asleep.

We’d gotten away with it – I wasn’t going to get fired just yet.

I must admit I was a bit wobbly. It was an amazing fuck, and the best orgasm I’d had in a very long time (and from someone who wanks as often as I do that’s saying something). I could feel the mixed cum running down the inside of my leg, he really was a stud and had cum as hard as I’d ever known a guy to do.

Sitting down out of sight in the kitchen area, I reached for the napkins and mopped myself up before pulling my knickers back over. They were still sopping and a happy reminder of the good time I’d just had, but more than that, I realised I was still really horny. The whole scenario was just so hot. Public suck, public fuck, revenge fuck, fucking next to his sleeping wife, almost kissing his bitchy but gorgeous wife – it was all just so, well, fucking horny.

Anyway, after a discrete amount of time I wondered down the aisle again, all professional, and as I passed him, we couldn’t help but smile at each other. I handed him a couple of wet wipes to deal with the stains on the front of his trousers where I’d gushed so freely not so long ago, and with luck they’d dry off long before we landed.

I had the most fun when we landed and they got off. Bitchy wife got off first, totally blanking me as I gave her my sweetest smile, feeling a little of his cum escaping my knickers and trickling down the inside of my thigh again. It felt so satisfying. As he passed by, he gave me the biggest grin, and slipped something into my pocket. I’d expected this, but as I had no intention of seeing him again thought nothing of it.

Anyway, later on, as I was chilling in my hotel room, the horny itch just wouldn’t go away. I’d wanked myself off a couple of times already, but the whole scenario just kept replaying in my head every time I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. It was then I remembered the piece of paper he’d slipped into my pocket. I climbed off the bed to retrieve it from my pocket and read:
“Text me when you can. Come over to my place and I’ll have a special treat ready for you.”

A number was written underneath.

I had a rest day the next day, and despite my normal rules of not getting involved with passengers, I was horny and intrigued.

I texted, letting him know I was free the next day, and within minutes the reply came back asking where I was. I told him which hotel I was at, and he came straight back to say car would pick me up at 5pm the next day. I was intrigued and excited. What could he possibly be planning? And what about his wife? My imagination, and fingers, ran riot until I fell asleep, wet and exhausted.

The next day flew past and right on time, a limo pulled up outside the hotel where I was waiting on the step. I was whisked away and headed for the district where the very wealthy have their town houses and in no time was being ushered into what I can only describe as a mansion.

He was waiting for me inside, dressed casually in slacks and an open necked shirt. He immediately scooped me into his arms and welcomed me with a passionate kiss. And a hello to you too, I thought, as I felt his hardness already pressing against my tummy.

There was obviously no sign of his wife.

“How do you feel about a re-run” he asked, a sly look in his eye.

I thought about playing it cool and being all coy, but the feel of his impressive hard-on pressing against me put paid to all resistance. I simply smiled and purred,

“What about your wife, won’t she mind?”

That sly look again,

“Ah, that’s the surprise.”

And he let me go, took me by the hand and led me upstairs.
Where a surprise I never could have imagined was tied to the bed.
“What the fuck???” I stammered, frozen at the threshold of the bedroom.
He stood between me and a large bed where his wife was securely restrained, hands straight above her head and tied with silk cords, her legs spread wide and tied to the corner posts at the foot of the bed.

“What the fuck is she doing here??” his wife yelled.

I was stunned and just stared at the gorgeous body laid out in front of us.
He turned his head to speak calmly and clearly to his wife.

“You were a complete bitch to this delightful woman who did nothing but be nice to you.”

She clearly had no idea about us fucking right next to her. He continued,
“I told you I’d punish you if you carried on being mean, and this is your punishment.”

She struggled against her restraints.

“What the fuck are you talking about, you were going to fuck me and have some fun! Get this bitch out of here.”

“And that’s my point” he drawled, “you need to learn some manners.”

And he reached out his hand. I was just so stunned by the whole scenario I just dumbly took it and let him lead me to the side of the bed.

Damn, she looked good. Being angry only heightened her features, and bitch though she was, I couldn’t help admiring her fully naked form.

I was beyond wet, yet again. What was it with this guy.

“She knows how to treat people” he said, “Just watch.”

With that he undid his trousers and let them fall around his ankles, his cock standing rigidly to attention. He put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me to my knees in front of him. I complied. I was so stunned by everything, I simply went along with whatever he wanted.

And I knew exactly what he wanted.

I reached up with one hand and once again felt the delicious throb of his cock. I turned to his wife who simply stared, equally stunned by what was going on in front of her. Our eyes locked, and I thought she was going to burst into tears. But she didn’t. A new look came into her eyes – indecision. She wanted to rage. To rave about what a total bastard he was. But at the same time, she felt compelled to watch.

So, I obliged.

Moving my head around to the side of his cock so I faced her, I looked her squarely in the eye and my tongue slipped out to taste the teardrop of pre-cum oozing out from the end of his cock. His sharp intake of breath told me I’d hit the spot. Hers told me this game was far from over.

Never breaking eye contact with her, I eased my head around enough to take the swollen end of his cock fully into my mouth and gave him the benefit of one of my special techniques. Rather than sucking, I simply held him in my mouth as my tongue swirled around the sensitive underside of his glans, again and again, until I heard his breathing speed up.

But I didn’t look up, this was a show for her. Her pupils had dilated, and her hips were slowly starting to move. Watching me tease her husband’s cock was getting her hot.

This was so much better than on the plane, when she was asleep. This was me seeing to her husband in full view, and we were both loving it. I could see her breath coming in shorter gasps as she watched me lick along the underside of his length, her hips starting to grind into the bed.

“You fucking bitch” she panted at me. I heard the words, but could also hear the longing in her voice. She was getting really, really turned on and couldn’t do anything about it.

I responded by taking the head of his cock fully into my mouth, and was rewarded by a gasp from them both. He tasted so, so good, with pre-cum flowing freely as I sucked hard.

He pulled back, cock popping out of my mouth wetly, reached out to take me by the shoulders and eased me up from the floor. Again I simply followed his lead, we were both totally under his control and I didn’t mind a bit. This whole thing was just getting dirtier by the moment I was happy to see just where it might end up.

He walked me around to the end of the bed so I faced her, legs open wide and her pussy so wet she was dripping onto the bedsheet.

“Don’t you fucking dare” she gasped. But it was a half-hearted objection, and I accepted the challenge.

I’m not gay, but I do appreciate an attractive woman, and in my line of work you meet people who bat for every team. I’d had the odd drunken fumble in clubs with my openly gay friends, but until now never really gone all the way with a woman. That was about to change.

Feeling a gentle push from in the back, I leant forward over the end of the bed, my mouth drawn to the amazing honeypot between those long, perfect legs. She actually whimpered as I settled between her knees and felt my breath caress her pussy lips for the first time. Never breaking eye contact, I leaned closer.

And that’s when he drove his rock-hard cock deep into my own wet pussy with one hard, aggressive drive, making me yelp with an incredible mix of surprise, pleasure and a little pain, and at the same time shoving my face fully onto her pussy. I French kissed her lips with a very unlady-like grunt.

The discomfort passed almost straight away and I had my first taste of another woman as he withdrew and rammed himself in again, and again. This was not love making. This was fucking of the dirtiest, horniest and most satisfying kind.

I began to suck and lick her pussy by pure instinct. Knowing what I liked and simply going to work on her in the same way. I licked around her lips, drove my tongue as deep as I could, then out again to find her clit. Teasing and caressing with my tongue and lips, wanting to drive her crazy. I still hated her, but also wanted to fuck her to orgasm, and I wanted her to do the same to me.

I looked up from my wet and wonderful work and was disappointed to see she was looking over me at him. A mixture of lust and loathing in her eyes. She hated him for doing this to her, but couldn’t help being completely turned on by this stranger licking her out as he fucked me hard from behind. Not good enough I thought.

“My turn”, I gasped, pushing back against him so I could stand up. His cock slipped out and they both looked at me questioningly for breaking the spell of the intense moment, but it was my turn to take control.

This was going to be my ultimate revenge for her being such a cow, and also fulfilling a long-held fantasy of mine. I was going to cum in the mouth of this gorgeous blond.

I scooted round, and ignoring the start of a protest from her, I jumped onto the head of the bed, and facing him as he realised what I was doing, straddled her tied arms and planted by sopping pussy firmly onto her face. She twisted her face around, trying to avoid the intimate contact, but there was little she could do.

Playing along now, he knelt between her legs, lifted her arse onto his thighs and slid his cock into her. At this angle he couldn’t go all the way in, but that was perfect for what I had in mind. Supporting myself on my left arm, I reached forward with my right hand, slid my finger along the top her slit and began to caress her clit.

All objection ceased there and then. She stopped fighting underneath me, and as I went to work wanking her around her husband’s cock, she relaxed back and I felt the first delicious stroked of her tongue on my own clit.

I was in heaven.

The bitch started licking me out expertly (not her first rodeo I suspected) as I thrummed my fingers over her clit, and all the while watching her hunky husband bury his lovely cock inside her.

He started moving his hips, short thusts that I suspected were hitting her G Spot as she licked me with increased intensity to match his motions. I returned the favour with long sensual caresses to her clit, and is wasn’t long before I felt the familiar sensations start. I looked him in the eye, and he nodded in silent agreement, picking up his pace even more. I did the same. And so did she.

He came first. Going really tense, and then bucking his hips as he shot his load deep inside her.

That set her off. She bucked wildly underneath us, thrusting herself onto his still hard cock and pulling against the cords that held her in place. She all but screamed into my pussy as she came.

And then it was my turn. I collapsed forward onto her tummy as the most incredible orgasm crashed through me. It was intense and awesome, spasm after spasm driving my pussy down onto her face as I pressed my head against her tummy and hips, soaking up the scent of their combined cum that flowed freely around his cock and onto his legs. She redeemed herself somewhat by continuing to drink my juices and lick me out until I finally subsided, and fell sideways onto the bed beside her.

He pulled out, and stepping off the bed, started undoing the cords that had done their job so well. As soon as she was free, she glanced down at me, and then in a move that totally surprised me, said “Revenge time”, flipped her leg over my head and she landed expertly on top of me in a 69, and her head disappeared between my legs.

“Oh my” I thought, “What have I gotten myself into now?”

A Mile High Dream – Part 1

Following along from my last story, where I told you all about how I like to wank myself to sleep, I had a dream the other night that I just had to share with you. It was so horny that I’ve had a bit of fun while I remember it, even a couple of days later. So here goes………

I’m a member of the airline cabin crew for one of the top airlines. I’m working an overnight flight and I’m not in the best of moods as I’ve had to work a double shift. Because of staff being off, instead of having the usual 12-hour rest break between fights they put me on a return flight, late at night having only had a few hours kip.

Anyway, I’m tired and grumpy, and the only silver lining is the crew manager took pity on me and assigned me to the First Class cabin, which only has a handful of passengers as it’s a red-eye and the well-to-do normally fly during civilised hours. Great, thinks I, until I meet the couple in row 3. He’s a middle-aged hunk, really nice and polite, but she is the absolute classic trophy wife. A stunning blond who has to be 15 years, at least, younger than he is. And boy does she like to play the “I’m rich so pander to me” game. As soon as I welcomed them into the cabin and showed them to their seats, she
started. She complained about the staff at the checkout desk, she complained about the guy who escorted them from the First Class lounge (not enough sucking up, it would appear) and then moaned about how hot the cabin was. And she hadn’t even sat down yet. When I catch his eye (no names, in my dream it just didn’t come up), you can see he’s apologetic. He’s at least aware of how she comes over. All I can think is she must be a great shag as well being gorgeous to look at – why else would a guy like this put up with her?

So, fast forward two hours. Lady muck has run me ragged with constant requests (demands) and complaints, I’ve changed her pillows and cushions twice, and served will over a dozen drinks, most of which were sent away for not being to her liking, and I’m this close to putting her over my knee and spanking her like the adolescent brat she clearly is (her arse did look tempting to be fair). But champagne and posh food have been served (drink too warm, food too cold), and everyone has finally reclined the large comfy chairs to get as much sleep as they can. We’re well over the Atlantic, the cabin lights have been dimmed, and I’m just strolling up and down the aisle, passing time while my passengers snooze away what’s left of the flight.

As I’m doing this I pause behind the seats of the hunk and his dragon lady. He’s wearing a shirt and Chino’s, with the blanket covering him from his knees to his chest. His shoes have been kicked off and are under his seat. His head is turned away from me and his clean jawline and early day stubble look soooo sexy, I look at him for maybe a bit longer than I should.

I then look across at her, and asleep she seems like a different person. Without the petulant pout that seems to be her resting face when she’s awake, I can see why he fell for her. She has the kind of classic beauty that stops traffic. A true English rose. Cherry red full lips, high cheek bones, and natural soft lashes that most women would die for. Her blanket is only across her legs and waist, and I can see she has a naturally slim body, and pert breasts. With a package this good why would you spoil it with implants. Such a shame she’s a cow.

And then I had the wickedest thought.

It’s late at night, everyone is asleep, and I know from the amount of Champagne that’s disappeared they’re going to stay that way. The Cabin crew in economy will be down the back and only venture out if summoned, and the flight crew had turned on the autopilot and would be dozing. If I did a quick check to make sure they were happy and had a coffee, I would have at least half an hour to do what I wanted.

And what I wanted was to pay back the cow for being such a, well, cow. And I had an idea how to do it best – have something she considered to be totally hers.

Having delivered the coffee to the half asleep pilots, I did a final once up and down the aisle to double check everyone was asleep, and then knelt down next to my dozing prince. Watching his face to see if I got any reaction, I started to slide my hand under his blanket and gently started to undo his belt. He stirred a little and I stopped, just for a moment, then carried on.

This time his eyes opened, but he was still mostly asleep and didn’t seem to register fully what was going on. I opened the belt, quickly popped the button and started on his zip. A quick glance at his wife (snoring gently, facing the other way), I reached in with the other hand, straight into his boxers and grabbed his cock.

Now he woke up.

He jolted a little, but I reached up and put my finger on his lips, shushing him. He threw a picnicked look to where the blanket had now fallen away and I had a hand in his pants, and then to his wife. The relief that flooded his expression was almost funny as he registered she had no clue what was going on.

This would be a real test of what he felt for her, as a devoted partner would have gently pushed me away, thanking me for the compliment, but firmly announcing that he just couldn’t.

Not what happened.

Just like any normal red-blooded man I know, once you have hold of their cock, rational thought has long ceased.

And to be fair, I am an attractive leggy brunette with a great rack, and I was dressed in my stewardess uniform – a killer combination in anyone’s book. I also had hold of what was now a fast-hardening cock. This game was already won.

I pulled him free before he got too stiff to manoeuvre easily and quickly stroked him to full hardness. It was a gorgeous cock. Not too long (where do you boys think the big ones go to once they’re inside?), but nice and thick. It filled my hand and gave off a lovely heat as I slowly stroked him up and down. The head was nicely shaped and caught my hand on every upstroke, and the skin felt soft and smooth.

He settled back into his seat and let me go to work, glancing occasionally at his wife, a mere three feet away, to make sure she was still soundly asleep. I gripped more tightly and began to stroke faster. The chance of us getting caught (and me being fired) grew every minute, so there was no time for a smooth seduction. This needed to be fast and dirty.

He was soon moaning gently to my expert wanking skills, and as soon as I saw the first teardrop of pre-cum, I leant over and sild my lips over the end of his cock and drew him straight to the back of my throat. This time he did gasp, loudly (can’t help it if I’m good at this) and I was worried she might hear him. I looked across at her, but nothing, just the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

And this was it, what I wanted, I kept my eyes on her as I went to work again.

Here I am thinks I, looking at your flawless skin and gently curving breasts, sucking your husband’s cock right in front of you. I slide my lips up and down his full length, gagging slightly as he pressed into my throat, then sucking hard as his glans tried to escape my mouth at the top of each stroke. I teased with my tongue, caressed with my lips and grazed with my teeth. All the tricks in the book, and all while watching her sleep.

And she was gorgeous. As I turned myself on more and more, I was starting to appreciate her physical beauty in a whole new way. My imagination wandered to diving between her legs and doing the same thing to what I assumed was an equally perfect pussy, and this thought, while I sucked hard on her lovely husband’s cock, was getting me beyond wet.

She stirred and we both froze, my lips wrapped around his end as I licked more of his pre-cum that was now flowing so freely. She turned to face us on her pillow, but her eyes didn’t open. She snuffled a little and then her breathing settled back into the easy rhythm of a deep sleep.

His cock jerked in my mouth and I thought he was about to blow his load, the danger, excitement and sheer horniness clearly driving him to the edge. I grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed really hard, letting go with my mouth, and hissed,

“No you don’t, not until I’ve had my fun!”

Feeling his urge to cum quickly subside under my less than gentle grip, I stood up, lifted my skirt around my waist, and in one easy movement lifted my leg across his lap, pulling my panties to one side as I went, and impaled myself onto his raging hard on.

I sighed as I settled down astride him, thanking my preference for stockings rather than tights, my very wet pussy easily taking his full length all the way in. I paused as our eyes met, and you could see the utter satisfaction in his eyes as I was obviously fulfilling a long-held fantasy, fucking a stewardess and joining the mile high club.

I knew if I started to ride him, he would cum within seconds, and I had a need to be taken care of first. I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand between my legs. He understood straight away and slid his middle finger between the top of my pussy lips and deftly found my clit. I adjusted myself a little to give him the best access, and leant forward, looking him in the eye as he expertly went to work on me.

And damn he was good, sliding his finger around his cock as it was buried inside me, gathering as much wetness as he could, before gently teasing and rubbing my rock-hard clitoris. I was so turned on by the whole thing I nearly forgot his wife resting right next to us. I was desperate to start bucking up and down on his length but had to contain myself as I knew it would be the end of him. So, I leaned forward while he frigged me off and rest my head on his shoulder, turning sideways without thinking, and there she was. I was a few inches away from those cherry lips, close enough to kiss her, as her husband’s cock twitched inside me and his fingers expertly teased and wanked my clit – and that was it.

I came.

Hard

Really hard.

I started bucking on his length as my orgasm crashed through me and just as I thought, that did it for him as well. He grabbed my hips, held me tight and tensed as spurt after spurt of hot cum shot deep into me, load after load of lovely warm spunk jetting into me. All the while I watched her, her gentle breathing, those perfect lips, as our cum mixed inside me and I gloated in the aftermath of my victory and the best quicky I’d had in a very long time.

And then I felt him relax, spent, cock starting to soften inside me. I fought the urge to lean forward and kiss her and eased myself off his lap and softening cock, cum already starting to drip down the inside of my thighs.

But who knows, maybe in another dream they invite me to their villa and the adventure could continue – what do you reckon boys?

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A Very Wet and Horny Memory

OK, so I was in bed the other night trying to get to sleep, but my mind was wandering and worrying and keeping me awake. I don’t know about you, but if I’m a bit restless I’ll touch myself. It helps me settle down and takes my mind off whatever’s going through my head. Of course, it usually turns into a full-on wank, but after I cum I usually have the best night’s sleep – but I’m getting off the point here.

Anyway, as my hand slipped between my legs and my fingers started to wander, I suddenly remembered something that happened to me a few years ago.

I was on a cruise with friends and after watching a show I decided to go back to my cabin quite early. We’d been on board for nearly a week, and we’d been up late every night until then and I just fancied an early one for a change.

Now let me set the scene for you. The cabin was nice, but quite small, which is normal on a cruise ship unless you can afford the big bucks. It had the main bedroom, a small bathroom, and as well as the main door I had another that went into the cabin next door. I assume that you could book the two cabins together as a suite, but I had just the one, and the door was firmly locked.
I had heard the guy next door as it was hard not to. The door was paper thin and had a big gap at the bottom. I knew it was a guy because I could hear him snoring in the night in a very blokey way. It wasn’t ideal but I didn’t mind as up to that point I’d hardly been in, sleep and use the bathroom was about it. All the fun stuff happened on deck with my friends.

So, I was undressing to get ready for bed, and I heard a very gentle bump against the connecting door. I glanced over and I could see a couple of shadows in the gap at the bottom, as if someone was standing there. My mind whirred and I quickly realised he must have been leaning on the door – I assume listening to whatever I was up to. I paused for just a moment, and then carried on getting ready, wandering what he was up to, when it suddenly hit me.
The night before I’d picked up a guy in the disco and he came back to my room. It was a quick shag (love a holiday affair!) and nothing worth writing home about, but bloke next door must have had the benefit of listening to us go at it like rabbits for a while. The dirty bastard must be listening, hoping for a repeat performance.

(At this point in my recollections I was starting to feel properly horny, and my fingers needed a little assistance – I reached into the drawer for my favourite dildo.)

I wasn’t sure what to do for a minute, I was being perved on, and I know I should have banged on the door and told where to go, but I realised I didn’t actually mind. In fact, the only thing I was really thinking was – I wonder if he’s got his cock out?

(As I remembered the moment I also started to think about all your lovely cocks that I get to see day in and day out, that I get to hold, caress, and wank until you shoot your lovely cum for me. I slid the dildo into myself with a sigh as I felt the familiar stretch and slide of my wet pussy.)

With this thought I decided to give us both a bit of fun. I felt naughty and dirty, but was getting incredibly turned on at the prospect of helping this guy with his pervy-ness.

I carried on getting undressed, and made a point of humming to myself, just loudly enough so I was sure he’d hear me. When I took my bra off, I threw it at the door so it hit, and then slid down to floor, just by the gap. I wondered if he’d notice it. I did the same with my knickers, throwing them harder, and was rewarded with what sounded like a gentle sigh, and movement behind the door. I pretended not to notice and climbed, naked, onto the bed. As I settled back onto the pillows I was sideways onto the door and turning my head slightly I saw the shadow under the door disappear, only to be replaced a moment later by a wider darkness and what sounded like him lying down. I quickly looked away, not wanting to see him directly – even though he seemed to be throwing caution to the wind. And as I turned my head I saw the mirror on the back of my outside door, and I could clearly see the reflection of the other door, including the shadow of my neighbour silhouetted at the bottom, looking at me on the bed. He was so focused on my naked body he didn’t notice the mirror, or that I could see him there.

Game on, I thought. I could keep an eye on things while he simply thought I was taking care of myself.

(The memory of that moment had me driving my dildo in deeper and my fingers moving from my nipple to my clit……..)

I watched the mirror as I started to run my fingers along my thighs, around to my tummy, up over my breasts and then through my hair. I caressed myself, teasing and tantalising. My breath changed to gentle moans as I discovered I was getting incredibly turned on at the thought of being watched this way. I love to wank. I always have, ever since I discovered what my clit is for, but this was on another level. I was masturbating, with a stranger, a Peeping Tom. It was just so erotic.

I squeezed both tits, grabbing and kneading them, feeling the wetness grow between my legs, and as I was driving myself crazy, I noticed a movement in the reflection. My knickers were moving slowly, being drawn away under the door. He’d managed to get his fingers under and was stealing them. Oh my god. That’s when my hands started doing their own thing, my right hand diving down between my legs with two fingers delving deep into my pussy. I heard a small gasp for under the door, before he realised his mistake and went silent again.

I didn’t let on I’d heard anything, I just went to town on myself, wanking hard and furiously knowing full well he had my knickers wrapped around his cock, masturbating in time to what he thought was his unsuspecting victim.
(The memory of the feeling was so hot in my mind I pushed the dildo in as deep as I could and worked my clit furiously, driving myself closer and close to the edge……)

Both hands were now between my legs and I started bucking against the bed as two fingers found my G-spot while the other hand furiously played with my clit, thrumming it as fast as I could.

My partner in crime was also clearly getting there and had really thrown caution to the wind. I could hear him gasping just a little too loudly, and I knew he was keeping time with me. His hand tight around his shaft, his pre-cum wetting the fabric of my knickers as he stroked hard and fast, wanting to orgasm with me. Desperate to orgasm with me.

And that thought took me over the edge. I came hard and I came wet, gasping and panting as wave after wave of orgasm swept through me, and wetness and cum poured between my legs. It was soooo good, and so intense. I’d forgotten all about my audience in that moment, and as I finally collapsed back against the pillow and looked in the mirror, I saw the shadow had gone from under the door.

(I was so close but still had to make myself cum, and what did it was the final part of the memory. I noticed my knickers had been pushed back under the door. I leant out of bed to pick them up and they were sopping wet, drenched in what was probably the biggest load of cum I’d ever seen. I thought of all the cum you guys have so freely shared with me and that’s what did it for me the other night. With a last thrust of the dildo I fell over the edge one more time, and straight off to sleep, dildo still happily deep in my pussy.)

Well, that was a treat. Read this my darling, and let me know just how hard you shoot your load for me XX.