bean-flicking / tugging fodder
Coming into work this morning, I asked the hot receptionist if she'd had a nice evening. I was expecting the usual "watched TV" or "had a meal" - but she surprised me with a tale of voyeurism and mock prostitution:

"Yes, I had a lovely evening, Frank. My boyfriend had installed some one-way mirrors to our built-in wardrobes and asked if I would mind entertaining a couple of his mates for the evening as he watched from inside. He'd told the mates it was my fantasy to be paid for sex, and his mates are pretty fit rugby types. So I agreed.

"When they turned up, I greeted them at the door wearing my Victoria's Secret satin g-string and bra along with some stockings. I noticed hey were hard within minutes and I instructed them to strip as I sprawled, legs open, on the bed. Soon they were standing there with raging boners and watching me with carnivorous lust.

"Tom went straight for the panties and pulled them down over my long legs, noting my recent wax job with appreciation. At the same time, Dam was unhooking my bra and cupping my DDs as the nipples hardened in his palm. And all the while, my boyfriend was watching through the large mirror doors.

Well, in no time, I had Dan's considerable cock in my mouth and was polishing his helmet with my tongue and cupping his balls. Tom, meanwhile, was busy at my swollen clit, licking and sucking away in a way that made me writhe and moan as Dan's tool slipped over my tongue.

So much for foreplay. I flipped over so Tom could wedge his monstrous tool into my pussy. He was much bigger than my boyfriend and reamed out every crease in my tubes as he thrust deeper and depper, his balls finally nudging my vulva. Dan was about ready to come, so I pumped his cock with my hand and, eyes closed, held out my tongue to receive the hot gouts of cum that sprayed across my face.

"After Tom filled me with his molten cream and fell knackered to the bed, Dan was still feeling frisky and forced his still hard schlong into my ass inch by girthy inch. By now I was heading for a banshee orgasm and took my bean in hand as Dan groaned at my ass. With me rubbing wildly and him gushing (again) into my rectum, I wondered what it looked like from the wardrobe, my face glistening with cum and my orifices ravaged with lust.

"I made a hundred quid from that and my boyfriend says he's inviting his five-aside team next week... oh, wait I've got to take this call..."

Too much information? I had to go to the toilet to consider that one.
(frankspencer, Wed 12 Sep 2007, 16:26, Reply)