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| Friday, July 6th 2018 |
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| DELIVERY MAN UNLOADS!! |
Early this morning, there was a knock on my door as I was on my way to work. I had just finished getting ready so my hair and make-up were done perfectly, I had my classic secretary outfit on - white blouse and tight black skirt over expensive lingerie, stockings and the beautiful high heels my boss likes to see me wear.
When I opened my front door, a tall good-looking young man stood there holding an immense bunch of flowers. “Good morning madam, where can I put these?” he asked.
“It’s enormous,” I said, looking him straight in the eye with a cheeky grin on my face.
I held the door open and showed him the way to my sitting room.
He laid the bouquet on the coffee table. The card attached read, From an admirer. That’s lovely, I thought.
“I need you to sign this,” my handsome visitor said, rummaging in his pockets for the delivery note and a pen.
As I watched what he was doing, I admired his well toned physique under his white T-shirt.
“You’re a strong lad aren’t you, darling,” I said. “I wonder if you can give me a hand and lift something for me?”
I lead the bemused young man to my bedroom.
“That armchair is in the wrong place. I nearly tripped up over it this morning whilst I was getting dressed. Can you please move it over here”, I said as I pointed to another corner of the room. “I’d be ever so grateful,” I said, fluttering my eyelashes and pouting provocatively.
“I shouldn’t,” he said, “but as you’ve me asked so nicely...”
I sat on the edge of the bed whilst the muscly young man did my bidding. My skirt had ridden up my thigh to reveal my stocking top, and I could see him glancing at it from time to time. When he had finished his exertions, I asked, “Now you’ve done a job for me, is there anything I can do for you?”
“Well,” he said, standing right in front of me, “would a quick hand job be out of the question?”
The glint in my eye must have given the game away as moments later I had his erect cock in my hands and I was tugging at it as he closed his eyes and moaned.
“Oh that’s good,” he said. Within a few minutes he was swaying and I knew he would cum soon.
“Cum on my boobs,” I urged him, realising I’d have to change my blouse before I could go to work.
The young man obliged, grunting as each spurt left the end of his cock.
As I stood up, I wiped my messy hands down the front of his T-shirt. “There you are,” I said, “but no one will notice.”
I showed him to the door, patted his bottom on his way out and called after him, “Thanks for my deliveries, darling.” |
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| Tuesday, August 1st 2017 |
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| Sun, sea and fun in the Med - Part 2 |
When I pack to go on holiday, I always I take my favorite vibrator with me that I think of as my old faithful. We have traveled the world together. Sometimes I need to release my sexual tension and making myself cum in just the way that I want to is the best way to do it. I rummaged in my kit bag and found the satin pouch that holds my vibrator. I locked the door, got undressed and slipped under the duvet. Like any girl, I like a bit of foreplay so, lying on my back, I cupped my breasts with both hands and tweaked my nipples until they were hard and erect. As I did this I could feel a lovely ache developing in the backs of my thighs that was working its way up and round to my pussy. All the while, I could imagine Selina's boyfriend, Graham was with me playing with my boobs and about to start work on my pussy. But in his absence, I was going to have to do it all for myself.
I slipped my right hand down, over my tummy which quivered as I ran my nails over the skin. My middle finger found its way to my pussy lips and I slowly moved it between them. My pussy was juicy and moist as I pushed my hand further down so that I could slip a couple of fingers into my waiting cunt. I pushed them in and out, gently at first, then more vigorously as my pussy craved more and more stimulation. My left hand was down there too, holding my pussy open so that my fingers could make the full journey in and out of my cunt and then furiously rubbing over and round my clit. I now had a thoroughly wet pussy and the tingling in my thighs was working its way up and across my belly. From this growing sensation I knew that my cunt needed to be filled deep and hard by something rigid.
I reached for my vibrator that I had placed under my pillow. A few moments later I had switched it on and it was pulsating against my sopping pussy. I glided it in, feeling the delicious hum against the walls of my cunt. I threw the duvet off me and turned over so that I could be kneeling with my bum in the air, and my face in the pillow. I love fucking doggy style and if I have to do it on my own, that suits me fine.
By this stage I knew I was likely to be breathing heavily and moaning loudly, but I figured that the lapping of the water against the hull was going to cover up the noise I was making. I rammed my vibrator in and out of me at just the right tempo to ensure that I was going to cum. My mind was fully engaged as well as I imagined Graham was kneeling on the bed, fucking me from behind, his perfect cock hitting all the right spots inside me. Soon after this my whole body convulsed with the glorious sensation as an orgasm erupted from my pussy. I slid my knees down the bed and, lying on my tummy, I reached for the duvet on the floor, covered my back with it, and a few moments later I fell soundly asleep.
When I woke the following morning I reached for my watch and saw that it was after ten o’clock. As I got up, my vibrator which had been discarded on my duvet fell to the floor, a potent reminder of how I had got myself to sleep the previous night. I went to the day room where I saw a note addressed to me. The other three explained that, as they hadn’t been able to rouse me, they had gone in to town where they were going to go shopping and return after having lunch. I didn’t mind this at all. I quite like my own company and we have an unwritten agreement that when we are on holiday, we do not have to do everything together all of the time. It’s good to have individual experiences that we can talk about so if a couple of us want to do our own thing, that’s all good. After all, you are supposed to enjoy yourself on holiday.
I had some coffee and a bite to eat in an effort to clear my head; we had all had a good deal to drink the previous evening. Then I put on my bikini, found my book, and grabbed a towel. If I was going to be on my own, I might as well use the time for a bit of reading, and to top up my tan. I put my towel on the roof of the cabin, laid myself out on it, and undid the straps of my top.
As the morning wore on I was at a good vantage point to see the comings and goings along the quayside. I enjoy people watching, seeing what’s going on and who’s about. Then an Frenchman’s voice called, “'Allo, there.”
I propped myself up and saw a young man in his twenties standing on the quayside. “Hello”, I replied.
“One of your mooring lines is working loose. I can re-tie it for you.”
“Go ahead”, I replied.
The young man walked to where the stern line was secured to a bollard on the quay and he made it secure. By this time I had stood up and I was watching what he was doing. When he stood up he called, “I can check the other mooring for you.”
“Please do”, I responded. As he walked to the bow I walked along the deck.
He bent over to loosen and then re-secure the rope. As he did so I could see him flash a couple of furtive glances at me, little wonder as I stood topless on deck in the blazing sun.
“Thanks for doing that, do you want a drink?”
“Oui, merci.”
“Then come aboard.”
As the young man walked up the gangplank from the quayside, he proffered his hand. “I’m Henri”, he said.
“Hello, Henri, I’m Suzi”, I said shaking him by the hand. “Pleased to meet you. I was just about to make some coffee.”
“Great,” replied Henri, “I’d love some.”
I went down the steps from the cockpit, and Henri followed me. He sat on one of the benches in the day room. I set about the task of making a cafetière of coffee, and as I did so I was suddenly aware that Henri was standing right behind me, and he had slipped his arms round my waist. The fact that I could feel an erection pressed firmly against my bottom also made a big impression.
“What are you doing?”, I asked.
“I saw your boat arriving last night”, Henri explained. “You were at the helm. I like a woman who knows how to handle a boat, and I had to find a way to meet you, Suzi.”
As I turned around to face him, Henri loosened his arms and then tightened his embrace again. At this moment he planted a huge kiss right on my lips. Breaking off for a moment, I then placed my hands either side of his face and drew him towards me as I kissed him firmly in response. I couldn’t help noticing that his cock was right against my crotch.
I pushed against Henri’s chest and steered him towards one of the benches. “Sit yourself down, young man”, I said as firmly as I could. Henri clearly felt that he could do nothing else but comply, and he moved backwards and took a seat. I squatted on his lap facing him and we continued to kiss. Henri’s hands were on my boobs which he felt and massaged nicely. He broke away from kissing me and sucked on my nipples, and bit them very gently before sucking them again. What he was doing to my boobs was starting up that tingling feeling again in my finger tips and my toes.
I knew that if he continued like this, kissing me hard and playing with my tits, he was going to get me as horny as Hell. And I wasn’t going to stop him.
I reached down to his waist and pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. I kissed him all the way down the side of his neck, then down his chest to his nipple which I licked and sucked and nibbled at myself. I heard Henri groan, “Oooh, that’s nice Suzi, suck the other one”. So his left nipple had the same treatment that I had just given to the right one.
We carried on snogging and fondling and nibbling, until Henri said, “I’m sorry Suzi, I have no choice, I’m just going to have to fuck you.”
“There’s no need to apologize, darling”, I replied, “but my bunk is a bit too small for two.”
“Don’t worry about that”, said Henri. “Sit on the table.”
I positioned myself with my bum on the edge of the table. As I loosened Henri shorts, he pulled the gusset of my bikini to one side. When I reached into Henri shorts and grasped the shaft of his penis, I have to admit, I gasped. He was very well endowed, and I could tell that I was about to be fucked very enthusiastically.
“Before we start, darling”, I said, “there’s one thing I just have to do.”
I pushed Henri away from me so that I could bend forward. I just had to find out what that gorgeous cock was going to feel like in my mouth. I opened wide and guided Henri’s cock into my mouth. I ran my tongue back and forth over the underside of it and I moved my head back and forth so that the head of Henri’s cock traveled to the back of my throat and out again. Mmmm, what a feeling. Meanwhile, the naughty boy’s fingers were playing with my pussy lips. As I looked up into his face, he sucked my pussy juice from his fingers. “Nice”, was his only comment. “Same here, darling”, I replied with a giggle.
I laid back on the table and Henri slid the head of his penis between my pussy lips. He rested there for a moment as my head swam with the sensation of my cunt being deliciously stretched by the sizable cock of this energetic young man. Suddenly and emphatically Henri pushed his hips forward and with this movement his cock went all the way up to the hilt in my pussy. “Oh wow”, I heard myself say. “You can do that again.” Obligingly, Henri withdrew his cock most of the way from my pussy before pausing and vigorously pushed it in again.
Henri gradually increased the tempo of his thrusts. I pulled my knees up and held onto the edges of the table. Henri was pounding his cock in and out of my cunt with all the energy he could muster.
“Oh my God, you’re going to make me cum”, I whimpered.
“That’s very much the plan”, said Henri, his teeth clenched as he looked down at me. Sweat trickled down his torso, and I could feel moisture where our two bellies met.
Energy and sensation was building and building, like an opening flower in my pussy. As Henri’s cock went in and out of me my orgasm was welling up inside me until it broke out of my fanny and spread across the whole length of my body. My thighs trembled uncontrollably. At the same time, I could feel unbelievably how Henri’s cock had not only got bigger it was also even stiffer as he exploded having his own orgasm inside me. He continued to move gently in and out of me for a few more moments as my own quivering subsided. Having flown out of myself, my mind returned as I slowly regained contact with the temporal world.
Henri fell forward on me and we embraced and kissed gently and repeatedly. “Wow”, he said, then, “Oh my golly gosh”.
He stood up and I sat up on the table, then I went over to the galley.
“Do you want that coffee now?”, I asked.
“Well, if you’re having some, I will.”
I finished making the coffee, poured it and we sat either side of the table upon which we had just had a jolly good go at fucking each other’s brains out. We chatted about this and that, told one another about our plans for the next couple of weeks, and then Henri declared that it was time for him to go as he was meeting his parents for lunch. I looked at my watch and realized that the others would be back in an hour or two.
I cleared away the coffee things and washed the mugs. Then I went back up on deck. I’d be able to lie down, bathe in the sun, read my book, and maybe have a much-needed snooze. All the while, my pussy would be feeling the satisfying after effects of Henri’s visit. |
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| Wednesday, June 28th 2017 |
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| Sun, sea and fun in the Med - Part 1 |
There are four of us who annually take a holiday together. This year we decided on the South of France, and as one of us, Selina, is an experienced sailor and knows her way around a yacht, we agreed that she would make all the arrangements, and that the rest of us would crew the boat as we sailed between Marseilles and Perpignan.
As you might imagine, we have all got to know each other very well over the years. We are four professional women. Chloe and Steph are both interior designers , and Selina is a management consultant. The others have no idea about what I do for a living. Whenever the conversation turns to work, I think back to my time when I worked as an exhibition and events manager. For me, this all started when I was “eye candy”, working on exhibition stands for a major cosmetics and beauty company. With the help of one of their senior managers, I took on more and more responsibility until I was putting on events and organizing exhibition stands on my own.
We traveled down to Marseilles by train from St Pancreas International station. It is a relatively painless way to do the journey just as long as you accept the idea that you may not get a good night’s sleep on the way.
Having arrived at Marseilles Saint Charles station, we found a cafe in a nearby square where we took our petit dejeuner in the beautiful morning sunshine. “This should set us up for the day”, declared Selina as the waiter brought our cafes au lait and croissants. Feeling suitably relaxed and replete, we gathered up our bags and set about finding a taxi to take us to the harbour.
The taxi dropped us off at the yacht charter company’s agent’s office. Selina had made all the arrangements so the rest of us left it to her to deal with the agent, a swarthy Frenchman in late middle-age. Much to our surprise, he spoke English that we could understand. He insisted on giving us a lift to where the boat was moored. He also said that he had to show us over the boat and familiarise us with things like the engine, where the sails were stowed, and so forth. When Pam piped up and said that there was no need as Selina is a very experienced sailor, the agent’s reply was, “Ah, that’s as may be but it’s all to do with ‘ealth and safety.” It was all we could do not to laugh out loud.
With the briefing over, we had a quick look around the boat and we agreed who was going to take which cabin. The layout of the boat was pretty simple with the cockpit and the helm in the stern, a day room and galley accessed by a couple of steps down from the cockpit, and four cabins off a narrow passage going towards the bow. We stowed our gear in our cabins, and under Selina's expert guidance we cast off and motored towards the harbour entrance, and then into the open sea.
The time was just about lunchtime when we set sail and with a good stiff easterly breeze, we set course for our first port of call, Port-Saint-Louis-du-Rhone. We took down the sails and motored into the harbour looking for a convenient berth. Having tied up, we disembarked and made for the town’s main square. The sunshine and sea air had given all of us an appetite that craved good wine, seafood and French bread.
Supper was over in a couple of hours which left us needing to find a supermarche from which we could buy provisions for the next day, and any other essentials that may have been forgotten when any of us had been packing for the trip. Our shopping done, we walked back to the boat. Chloe said she wanted a nightcap, and we all agreed that would probably be a good idea to help us get a good night’s sleep. Magically, a bottle of cognac appeared along with four tumblers. We drank to the success of our voyage and the enjoyment of our holiday, and after chatting for about twenty minutes, we all turned in for the night, our first day safely finished.
Over the course of the next couple of days, a pattern established itself aboard our Dufour 405. We would set off after breakfast, sail along the coast for a couple of hours, find a sheltered bay where we could drop anchor and enjoy the sunshine and scenery before getting under way again and calling at our next harbour where we would stay overnight. At some time, we’d go into the town, have a meal and buy provisions for the next day.
In the meantime, Selina tutored each of us in turn on how to take charge of the boat from the helm, what to look for as we sailed along, and the absolute priority of keeping the boat off the rocks! We were delegated to specific duties but when all was well, we could find a suitable area of deck on which to stretch out and do some sunbathing. After all, we were on an expensive holiday in the South of France and we all had friends who would be expecting to see evidence that we had had a good time.
We all mucked in when preparing meals as we were keen to ensure that no one felt that they were doing all the work when others were having a good time and not doing “their bit”. For the fifth evening of our voyage we had decided to dine on board. Steph is a Cordon Bleu chef, and given the outstanding quality of the fish, fruit and vegetables in this part of France, she had promised to cook a memorable meal for the rest of us. Chloe and I both have a good knowledge of French wines so we were told to make sure that we wouldn’t run out during the course of the evening.
It was a wonderful evening. We ate really well, we were very relaxed as we had all had the chance to unwind after five days at sea, and the wines we had chosen had all gone down really well. All four of us were very merry and inevitably the topic of conversation turned to men. Amongst us there has been a range of experiences with men and the general opinion is not flattering. A couple of us have been through messy divorces which mean that we can seem bitter. But on this occasion, Selina weighed in to make the defense case for the male of the species.
It turned out that Selina had met a new man about three months previously. After a few very conventional dates, and having got to know him properly, Selina and Graham had started sleeping together.
“That’s all very nice”, said Steph , “but what’s he like in bed?”
“Yes”, said Chloe demanding, “what’s his cock like?”
Hearing this, you could say my ears pricked up. As I am sure you can appreciate, and as you are reading this on a site populated by escorts, I have a professional interest in the matter. Cocks, as with the men attached to them, come in all shapes and sizes. Big size is not the be all and end all. However, whatever my observations were, I was going to keep them to myself, but that wasn't going to curb my interest in what Selina had to say about Graham's appendage.
"Well, seeing as you've asked," Selina said, and she took a deep breath and swallowed hard, "it's beautiful."
The rest of us gasped, and leaned in to make sure each of us could hear what Selina's idea of a beautiful cock was.
“It’s not too big but it is long enough, and it is thick enough too, and it has a fantastic curve on it. When he’s lying on his back and he’s fully erect, it doesn’t lie flat on his belly.” At this point Selina blushed, before she went on. “When he enters me, oh my God, he fills my pussy completely. We just fit together. It takes my breath away every time. I feel the head of his cock right up against my cervix. It’s a wonderful feeling.”
I for one was right there with Selina, imagining what that perfect cock would feel like in my cunt.
Before I knew what I was doing, I had asked, “And does he hit your G-spot?”
Without hesitating, Selina said, “He most certainly does, Suzi. It’s the best sex I have ever had. He is sensual and loving, and his foreplay is to die for.”
The rest of us were looking at each other with a mixture of disbelief, envy and awe. I could see that Steph's right hand was no longer holding her glass on the table in front of her. Occasionally her eyes were flickering and her face was flushed.
“He has the most amazing tongue. He certainly seems to love eating my pussy, and the way he sucks and works on my clit is amazing. He just seems to know exactly what to do from the moment he starts right up to the point when I cum.” With that Selina took a large gulp from her glass, sat back from the table, put her head back and closed her eyes.
The rest of us started a discussion on things like what makes for a good cock, what the best foreplay is like, and how to make sure your lover knows what you enjoy. After about fifteen minutes I decided it was time to leave and go to bed. I, for one, felt like a needed a dose of "me time".
[To be continued]
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| Tuesday, January 19th 2016 |
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| COFFEE BREAK! |
I met my girlfriend this morning for a early coffee. Unknown to her I was wearing two vibrating balls in my wet pussy!
I deliberately arrived early as I find it very arousing to watch guys follow with their eyes her bouncing tits and as usual she was not wearing a bra! Her nipples commanded their complete attention. I am at this stage feeling very horny.
We made small conversation about the weather and then of course the conversation turned to sex!
She had noticed my healthy glow and I had to confess to starting early...without her. We exchanged a knowing glance as we finished our coffees....we both knew a good FUCKING would be the order of the day. |
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| What is your Primary Language? |
english |
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purple |
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| What is your best feature? |
Face |
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| What is your favourite drink? |
champagne |
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| What is your ethnicity? |
Caucasian (White) |
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| What times are you always available? |
11 am to 5pm Mon to Friday,. |
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| Will you do overnight bookings? |
Depends |
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