fiction – Sensual Samantha

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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Milking You in a Shop ;0)

Imagine you’re in a clothes shop, it’s late in the day and there’s hardly anyone in there, and you’re browsing along the racks, killing time until your wife comes up from another floor. It’s one of those long rails with all the special offers hanging on, so you’re just working your way along, bored.

After a couple of minutes you hear me say, quietly, “Hello, fancy seeing you here”. I’m just on the other side of the rail, a couple of feet away. I’d been doing the same as you, browsing along, and here we are, meeting in the middle. You meet my gaze, and smile back, a familiar warmth starting between your legs as you remember the last time we were together, a couple of weeks ago, when I expertly drained your balls on one of your regular visits.

Then a moment of panic as you remember your wife, and you look around quickly, breathing a sigh of relief as she’s nowhere in sight. You see a mischievous glint in my eye as I watch you.

“Just you and me Hun” I say, “want to buy me a new top?” and I hold up a really nice blouse I have my eye on.

“Why would I do that?” you say, matching my thinking and grinning. And with that I disappear from your sight for a moment, before you see my arm reach out from under the rail, grab you by the belt, and pull you tighter into the clothes on the rail. I’m kneeling down under the clothes, in the middle of the rail, hidden from view, and you now look as though you’re just leaning in.

Before you have chance to pull away, or even object, you feel your zipper sliding down and a warm hand deftly pushing in, searching. You can’t help yourself, you’re getting hard, and I struggle a bit, but manage to pull your cock free. You look around, but we’re still alone, and unless someone was standing right by us, no one can see what’s going on.

I start to stroke you, stop to spit on the end of your cock to get you wet, and then pick up the pace. You feel a rush of adrenaline, this is so risky. We’re in public, your wife could appear at any time and you’re risking arrest and divorce. But there’s no way you’re stopping now. You know my skills, and the element of danger is only making you hornier.

You’re more turned on then you have been in years, and I feel the excitement in your cock – you’re bigger and harder than ever. You’re breathing is shallow and fast, and you can feel the pressure building, you’re so close.

But shit, your wife’s just stepping out of the lift on the other side of the store, looking around for you. What do you do? You can’t get caught. But you’re so close! Fuck, what do you do?

Then she spots something on a shelf and turns in the other direction.
Fuck, the relief!

And you explode, spunk pumping from your cock, again and again, as my hand milks you dry from under the clothes, draining you once again just the way I know you like.

Then I’m gone. You see the clothes on the rail shuffle as I back out, and you quickly push your softening cock back into your trousers, just in time for your wife to wave at you and beckon you to go over.

Flustered, you do a final straighten and turn to go to her, when you hear cough.
I’m standing on the other side of the rail again, holding up the blouse. “Don’t forget to pay me for this on your next visit”, I say with a wicked glint in my eye, knowing you’ll be booking an appointment as soon as you get a moment to yourself.

And as we part you notice the long stream of spunk on the front of my top, and I dip my finger in your warm cum, lick my finger, and send you on your way with a sexy wave.

One for the wank bank there boys ;0) S xxx

A Fantasy – In front of Your Sleeping Wife

Hey boys.
It’s been ages since I posted here, but I’ve got my writing Mojo back, and thought it’s long overdue to once again share my wickedest fantasies and horniest ideas with you all and see if I can get your engines revving.

Here’s a little fantasy about you and your wife popping around to mine for an evening………

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I can’t decide if I should go for it?

I invited you and your wife over and it’s been a blast of an evening, so much so she’s now snoring gently in the armchair – spark out. There are four empty bottles of wine, and I don’t drink, so I’ve watched the two of you getting happily kettled while we chatted, joked and danced the night away.

And here we are. My best friend away with the fairies, and her husband, who I’ve always fancied and have flirted with for years, is channel hopping the TV, looking for something to wind down to. It’s late, but we just can’t seem to bring ourselves to ending the evening just yet.

You find a spicy movie, and with a devilish glance my way, hit play.
I don’t know if you meant it as a prank, but you squirm slightly as we’re straight into a very sexy scene with a stunning brunette girl giving a naked guy a very realistic looking blowjob. After just a minute you are wriggling in a very obvious way, trying to hide the growing bulge in the front of your pants.

When I see your zipper starting to stain under the obvious pressure from something quite large trying to escape the confines of the fabric, decision made! I know this is so wrong, but I’m as horny as fuck and my own growing wetness lets me know I really want this.

As you glance my way again, I wink at you and reach up to touch my hardening nipple, so clearly showing through my thin blouse and low-cut bra. That’s the only encouragement you need. With the couple on the screen going at it like they really are fucking, you stand up and head my way, pulling down your zipper as you go, and by the time you’re standing in front of me on the sofa, your raging cock is in your hand, fully erect, and you give yourself a couple of gentle strokes.

I wriggle forward, grabbing your hips, and feel you reach around, grab my neck, and guide that gorgeous head between my lips. I glance sideways as you stretch my mouth wider open, tasting your pre-cum already dripping from your tip, and see your wife is still out for the count.

You feel the moment of hesitation, and glance sideways as well. We then look back to each other and our silent agreement is made. No matter how wrong this is, we’re far too horny to stop now. But we can’t hang about, this has to be quick.

Not breaking eye contact, I reach up to grab your length and start wanking you into my mouth, my tongue dancing around the end of your cock and teasing the sensitive underside, and I can feel the tension building in you already. You’re not going to last long.

I gently bite the end of your cock, making you wince and pull out, and just as you give me a questioning look I just drawl “Fuck me”.

No more encouragement needed. You drop to your knees between my legs, pushing me back onto the sofa while you grab my legs and pull my pussy towards your waiting cock. With impressive dexterity my skirt is up around my waist, one hand is under my arse, the other slips my panties aside, and the head of your cock is pushing against my pussy lips. I am so wet there is only the slightest resistance and then you’re ramming deep inside me. I can’t help letting out a little yelp at the sudden sensation so deep inside me and I shoot a
panicked glance over to your wife, who is still thankfully oblivious to what we’re doing right across the room from her.

You, on the other hand, have only one thing on your mind as you feel my cunt squeeze and tease the entire length of your cock, you balls slapping my arse with every thrust. I can’t wait and reach between my legs to frig myself furiously, desperate to not be left behind as you’re clearly heading towards a fast climax.

And with a sudden violent thrust you’re shooting spunk right into me, pressing your tight balls against by arse. I keep frigging myself hard as I feel the second and third jets of cum pump into me and, Oh fuck, I’m there as well.
A fabulous orgasm flashes through me, from my clit to the top of my head, pulses of pleasure coursing through me – and then we’re done.

Cum pours out of me onto the couch as you quickly pull out, clamber back to your feet and head back to your chair, doing your pants up as you stuff your softening cock back inside. I pull my skirt down and clamp my knees together just as your wife stirs.

She looks around bleary eyed and says “Fuck me, that’s a realistic movie, it even smells like they’re shagging”.

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There you go boys – I’m back. I do expect your comments and feedback to let me know if I’m hitting the (your) spot

S xxxx

Performance Report

I had a guy ring me the other day and ask “So, what is you do exactly?”

For the benefit of those that have yet to visit me, here’s a quick summary of what happens…………..

You Cum When I Say So!

Imagine it. I’m holding your cock, dripping warm oil over your swollen glans, and you just soak up the feeling of the warmth oozing over your sensitive underside. A smooth caress that takes your breath away. You’re lying back, head supported by a towel, entirely focused on the scene in front of you. The world is forgotten and all cares pushed aside as my free hand now slides over your swollen end, squeezing hard as I stroke down and both hands meet at the base of your shaft. Your hard-on stands proud and fully erect. A teardrop of pre-cum eases its way out of your tip and I grip hard with both hands to quell any urges you may have to shoot your load.

I’m not done with you yet.

I’ve been working on you for over half an hour, massaging and kneading yout tense, muscles, working out the kinks and stresses as I find them. We then moved on to touching and carressing, learning which techniques you like best (I have quite a few), and built the tension.

That was fifteen minutes ago, and since then I’ve teased and tantalised, caressed and cajoled. I’ve stroked your cock, squeezed you balls. My strokes have varied from long and slow to short and fast, never settling into enough of a rhythm to take all the way. My head has hovered tantalisingly close so my breath has brushed your skin, but never actually kissed your cock. You can only imagine how good my mouth would feel, lips sliding down your length, teeth grazing at your balls.

And here I am in stockings and suspenders, straddling your legs, the oil flowing freely over and around your cock and down onto the table, wetting your crack and arse. My fingers grip hard around the base of your cock, a tight ring to ease your urge to cum, stopping any spunk from travelling up your shaft. I hold still a moment, making sure you relax back and the moment has passed. I’ve edged you to the limit, but want to take you back down one last time. Your eyes are wide and you pant heavily, torn between the need to feel the release, and the desire to prolong this ecstasy as long as possible.

You watch me as I watch your cock, glancing at you every now and then to smile and wink before looking back to my hands teasing and stroking, oil running freely between my fingers to mix with the pre-cum oozing freely from your swollen cock head.

It’s time for the climax. I squeeze your balls and stroke hard and pick up the pace. The teasing is done and you can feel it. It’s time to let loose and release all your tension and pent up horniness. You instinctively grab my hips, trying to pull me towards you but that’s not the deal here and I hold my place on your lap. Looking you in the eye I gently shake my head, and pump your cock harder and faster.

Your breathing quickens, your mouth is going dry, and you feel the pressure build as I pump your cock, and then you’re there.

The fast flood of sensations catch up with your sub conscious need for release, and the torture of the last twenty minutes erupts into a raging tsunami of spunk shooting high into the air, over my hand and onto your chest and stomach. Jet after jet pumps from your cock as I squeeze hard, milking every drop from you.

And just as suddenly, you’re done.

You relax back as I slide off your legs to find the tissues. The warm glow from your best cum in a long time lingers as you glance across at me, hit me with that cheeky smile, and say “So, same time next week?”

Sam xxxx