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It’s My Turn…!

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Meg Philip
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It’s My Turn…!

I’ve bowed to your requests and gave you everything you asked for. I didn’t question or refuse your requests, I did exactly as you told me to, following your instructions to the letter; damn I even threw in a trick or two of my own. And I know you liked it my little sex pot; I know you loved every single minute of the pleasure I was giving you.

I could tell by the way you held on to my hair. I could tell by the pain caused by your nails as they pierced my skin as I brought you to the edge and stopped. I could tell by the way you screamed out my name and swore repeatedly whilst begging me to finish you off. I could tell by the way your pussy clamped down on my cock as I fucked you hard, as instructed. I know you liked it my little sex pot, I know you loved every single minute of it!

Well guess what sexy? It’s MY turn!

I want you to put on that sexy little maid’s outfit that I bought you, wear it with all the trimmings. I’m talking about the apron and the cute little hat too; oh yeah and don’t forget those sexy white gloves! I want you to wear those sheer stockings with the seam up the back and the lace at top, and I also want you to wear those four inch ‘fuck me’ hooker shoes.
Once you’re all dressed up, I want you to walk around the bedroom and dance for me. Do that sexy dance where you whine your waist real slow causing your booty to roll seductively. Gyrate those sexy hips and run your hands over your breasts, up and down your sides whilst licking those succulent lips of yours.

Yeah baby dance for me; dance as if we were dancing together. Hypnotise me with your sexy moves baby, exactly how I like it.

Then I want you to straddle my naked body and kiss me hard and hungrily. Bite my lips and tongue, suck all the air out of mouth and lick my teeth. Baby I want to feel your hard nipples on my chest as you lay on top of me still eating my face. Work your way down my body, kiss my neck, ears and shoulders. I know how much you love my shoulders so you can linger there for a little while, not too long mind! Lick my nipples baby, bite them and suck them. I like that almost as much as you like me doing it to you, so please give them the attention and abuse they deserve.

Aahh yeah, I can feel it now!

Work your way lower down now sexy; lick your way from my nipples down to my stomach and to that sensitive spot at the side of my body. That very same spot that makes me jump and gasp at the slightest touch and as much as it tickles like hell, it is also one of the most sensual parts of my body. When licked and nibbled in the right way, it’s like I could cum there and then; but I won’t, I’ll save it!

Time to move a little lower now my sex pot, move down to my dick as it stands to attention in anticipation of what’s to come. Take my dick and talk to him; tell him how much you like to hold, kiss and caress him. Tell him how you like it when he grows and gets harder when he is inside your mouth. Tell him how much you like the sounds I make when you skillfully torture him with your tongue, lips and teeth; I can feel it now.

Fuck it baby, that’s enough talking now!

Suck me my little sex pot, suck my dick hard and fast. I want to see your head bobbing up and down on my dick; I want to feel your lips as they lightly touch the base of my dick. In fact linger in that spot sexy, the base is so tender and responds nicely to the feel of your succulent lips. Cup my balls whilst you suck my dick baby, squeeze them gently and hear my gasp as I call your name.

I know you’re wet now, because your juicy pussy reacts to my pleasure just as much as my dick reacts to yours. Perhaps it’s time we take it to the next level, or would you rather play with my dick some more? As much as I want your lips on my dick for longer, I really want to eat your juicy pussy again; 69? Ok sex pot, spin that sexy body around and straddle my face.

Mmm, I can visualise it now and oh my, what a beautiful sight. My little sex pot straddling my face with her soaking wet pussy and in my mind, I can smell your wet sex and fuck me it smells so good and I know you taste good too! The 69 isn’t going to last long because you’ll fuck my face as hard and fast as I’ll be fucking yours; the explosion between us will be inevitable and baby, I just don’t want to blow out like that! What I want is you on all fours; arse high in the air, with your wet pussy on show waiting for my hard dick.

So my little sex pot, do you think you can manage that?

Internet Sex

By
Meg Philip
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Internet Sex

I met him through one of “those” sites on the internet. We exchanged numbers, pictures and communicated via text until we were ready to meet up three months later. He was from out of town, so we agreed to meet up in a neutral place on his next visit; we’d go for a drink in said neutral place and if we hit it off, we’d then make arrangements for the following day.
I arrived at the meeting point earlier than expected and mingled with the small crowd whilst trying in vain to remember what he looked like; silly me deleted his picture from my phone. I sent him a text to let him know I’d arrived early and that I was happy to wait until he was ready. He replied that he too had arrived early but was standing in a slightly different place. He then rang and I gave him directions to where I was waiting. I scanned the area looking for a guy in a suit walking and talking on a phone, well that narrowed it down – not! Every guy just happened to be on their phones, walking and wearing a suit. The minute I saw him though, I just knew it was him; he caught my eye smiled and mouthed hello. He kissed me on both cheeks and whispered that he was hard already!

‘And it’s a pleasure to meet you too, at last’ I replied.

He led the way to a small bar down a side street; I found a quiet corner whilst he got the drinks in. I was lost in thought when he returned; in fact I was that far gone I didn’t even notice that he returned until he asked me what I was thinking.

‘So we meet at last’ I said ignoring his question.
‘Indeed we do, I’ve been looking forward to this all day, so much so that I cancelled my last meeting in case it ran over and I didn’t want to be late’
‘Well cheers, here’s to a pleasant evening’ I said, raising my glass.
‘Cheers and here’s to the beginning of new adventures’ he replied.

We talked and got to know each other a little better over a couple more drinks and exchanged tales of the site on which we “found” each other. He held my hand and the electrical surge between us was huge.

‘Let’s go back to your hotel now’ I said necking my drink and making moves to get up.
‘I thought you wanted to wait until…’
‘I did and I do but you can’t deny what just shot through us’
‘Mmm Carpe Diem, I like it let’s go’ he replied, following my lead and necking his drink too.

We held hands and walked silently, navigating the quiet back roads around Warren Street that led to his hotel. Once in the lift he held me tight and kissed me softly.

‘I’ve been waiting to do that for the last 3 months; such beautiful lips’ he said.

We got out on his floor and continued the silent walk to his room. He opened the door and paused, turning to look at me to check I was ready for what was about to happen. I nodded, entered the room and threw myself on the bed. Again he followed my lead and threw himself down next to me, we kissed and that electrical current was stronger than ever. We rolled and kissed, kissed and then rolled some more.

‘Take your clothes off’ I ordered when we eventually parted.

He was naked in a flash. I didn’t let my disappointment show because I knew what to expect from the pictures and videos he sent me. Not only that but I remembered from our conversations just how much he lacked in confidence and also just how much he wanted to get with me. Anyway, size isn’t everything right?

‘Ooh somebody is pleased to be set free’ I cooed as I stroked his erect manhood.

His demeanour changed instantly; my tender touched reduced him to a whimpering virgin. I contemplated my next move as I continued to stroke him gently; dominatrix or sex instructor. His erratic breathing and scowled expression made the decision for me, sex instructor.

‘Let’s work on your breathing, try to relax and take slow deep breaths’ I said softly.

It wasn’t working, his breathing became faster a bit like a pant and his face had that “I’m gonna fuck you so hard” expression going on. I stopped stroking and stood up next to him; he pulled me close and kissed me hard, whilst guiding my hand back to his cock.

‘Do you want me to finish what I started?’ I asked.

He scowled as he nodded. I dropped to my knees and swallowed his cock without warning.

‘Umphgg grrrrr’ he moaned as I sucked his cock half heartedly.

I just about pulled away as he came; his load caught my chin and my breasts. I looked up at him and his eyes were shut tightly; his breathing still erratic and his body was trembling. I stroked his legs to try and calm him down and slowly, his breathing returned to normal. He helped me up and started to lick his cum off my chin and breasts.

‘Sorry about that, I just couldn’t hold back’ he said quietly.
‘That’s ok no need to apologise, next time we’ll do something different’
‘So there will be a next time then?’ he asked excitedly.

‘Of course there will be, but we’ll have to try something a little different and build up slowly’

‘I’ll be ready to go again soon, just give me twenty minutes or so if you want’
I thought about it as he sucked on my erect nipples, the spark was starting to fade for me and I wasn’t sure if I wanted a repeat performance so soon.
‘One step at a time big boy, one step at a time; too much excitement and all that’
We kissed, talked some more and made arrangements to meet up again. I freshened up, said farewell and jumped a taxi to my next appointment!

Final Fling

By
Meg Philip
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Final Fling

The pre commitment bash was in full swing; there were people everywhere. I didn’t realise we knew so many people between us. I looked around the hall observing our guests chatting, drinking and dancing. Monique was standing near the bar with her “girls” they were smiling and making eyes with Colin and his “boys” I could tell it wouldn’t be long before something went down, there was too much lust in the air. Not that it was that type of party; in fact it wasn’t really supposed to be a party at all. It was the night before my wedding to the beautiful Sonia; we were getting married in some swanky hotel in Cambridge that my mate Stella had connections with and so we got it at “mates rates”. Anyway, the majority of our guests were staying over in the same hotel and after dinner we all ended up liming in the bar. The bar manager doubled as a DJ and had a wicked selection of music that catered for everybody; even the secret punks had their time! So the after dinner lime turned into the pre commitment bash.

Sonia was looking a little worse for wear; usually after two glasses of wine she was anybody’s and by now she was drinking straight from the bottle. She was flirting with Matthew big time and showing him her ample cleavage. Every so often she would look over and wink at me for effect. Matthew would look over and smile at me apologetically; I shrugged in a non committal type of way.

‘I better get her to bed before she makes a fool of herself’ said her sister Debbie appearing from nowhere. ‘We do want her to get married after all’
‘Leave her, let her enjoy herself Debbie, I’ll still marry her’ I replied with a smile.
‘Yeah but if I leave her any longer she might do something she may regret in the morning’
I smiled to myself.
‘Really, something like what?’
‘Do something or rather someone like Matthew; I can’t be dealing with any drama tomorrow if she does, so its best I just take her up now’
‘Stop worrying Debbie, Sonia is having fun; see how happy she looks’
‘Yeah I know but….’

We were interrupted by the sound of glass breaking. Sonia had stumbled against a table sending a couple of glasses crashing to the floor.
‘That’s it, come on you it’s time for bed’ Debbie ordered as she marched towards Sonia.

A reluctant Sonia thanked everybody as she left the bar being guided by a stern Debbie. Debbie looked around the bar before she left; she frowned at Matthew and smiled apologetically at me. I smiled back reassuringly.
I stayed another ten minutes before making my way back to my room. I took a scenic route, using a different staircase; I admired the decor of this hotel that my mate Stella from back in the day refurbished. She really was a talented little beauty and we were both gutted she couldn’t share my special day with me.

After a few more minutes wandering around various corridors, taking in the decor and reminiscing about Stella, I finally get to my room. I checked the time, stripped and headed straight for the shower. As the water cascaded and refreshed me, I thought about that Nubian Goddess in the room a few doors down; my cock instantly hardened. I lathered up using Imperial’s finest, and thought about my Nubian Goddess in her naked glory. My cock twitched, desperate for her touch. I was tempted to reach down and have a little play, but I wanted to save myself for her; save myself for her golden touch, that same golden touch that makes me instantly weak. That same golden and hypnotic touch that has me under her spell and willing to do anything for, with and to her.

Absentmindedly I reached down and felt my manhood. Absentmindedly I started to stroke, visualising her beautiful features as she casts her spell on me. I stopped suddenly.

‘Got to try and restrain myself’ I say out loud ‘it won’t be long before she is in my arms giving me the sweet loving that only she can deliver’

I showered quickly, brushed my teeth and walked around naked whilst my body air dries. I looked at the clock again and reached for the brandy. As I was about to pour there was a gentle knock at the door. I checked the clock for the final time and hurriedly made my way to the door. It was one in the morning; she left her room wearing only her dressing gown, manoeuvred her way along the corridor to come and see me as planned. We planned it for this time to ensure there would be no more interruptions; we planned it for this time to coincide with the anniversary of our first time together.

I invited her in and offered her a drink as I did all those years ago. I acted out the scenario exactly how it happened all those years ago, well three years ago to be exact. She went along with the charade and slipped into character quite easily; such a turn on.

She sipped her Brandy and closed her eyes as the warm liquid made its way down her throat and warmed her instantly. She smiled when she realised I was watching her; she stood up and pulled me up too.

‘Let’s dance’ she whispered.

‘Let me put some music on’ I whispered back.

The warmth of her Brandy breath caressed my cheek as she spoke softly.

‘We don’t need music, our bodies are one and we have our very own special song’ she whispered again.

She held me close as we slow danced to our very own special song that was playing in our heads. It was the song we first danced to together all those years ago, well three years ago to be exact. If we were out raving without each together and that song was played, we didn’t dance with another; that song was reserved for us and only us. It was an unspoken rule! Before the song ended, she held my face and kissed me gently. I melted instantly and my cock hardened.

We stood by the bed as her robe fell to the ground revealing her naked glory. I held her and kissed her with a fiery love and passion; she kissed me back equally, with as much love and passion.   I encouraged my Nubian Goddess to lie down on the bed and kissed every inch of her naked glory. We made love as silently as possible; a far cry from the usual fiery sex we have. Everything about this session was about recreating our first time together and it was so beautiful, I almost cried…again! We made love quietly knowing my brothers in law were in rooms on either side. Forbidden fruit always tastes good.

The excitement was a killer as we chose to gag each other in a vain attempt to keep quiet whilst we rolled and rolled again, recreating that first night as if it were our last. My Nubian Goddess came hard and screamed my name through her gag as she came; this fuelled my fire and I upped the ante. The passion flowed as we enjoyed each other’s company; our fucking became frantic, hard, fast and furious. I tried to take my gag off to kiss her beautiful lips; she stopped me and encouraged me to fuck her even harder.

We fell off the bed and broke the lamp in the process. We both froze for what felt like an eternity as we waited to hear if anybody knocked on the door because of the racket we made. They didn’t, so we carried on. Her hot juicy pussy dripped its warm juices all over my cock and contracted slowly. My cock throbbed with each of her contractions and I resumed thrusting my cock inside her; slowly and quietly, on the floor, until we were both certain that we were in the clear.
We worked our way back on the bed and I treated her to the pillow position; it was quite amusing really, she flipped her body right into position the second I grasped the pillow. Her face beamed with excitement when she realised what she were in for. We made love in this position for a while, cumming a number of times between us. We lay there spooning, both soaked in our juices until the alarm went off at four am!

I held her tight as we kissed a kiss of love. A kiss so tender, lingering, emotional and passionate; a single tear fell from my eye as I thought about how happy I was to know her; how lucky I was to love her and have her in my life and on my mind. She got up, put her robe on, kissed me tenderly and left the room.

I switched the lights back on to make my way to the bathroom and fell into a state of shock! The room was in a right state, how the fuck was I going to explain the mess?
There was bedding everywhere, the broken lamp was on the floor and the scent of my Nubian Goddess lingered in the air. I walked around the room whilst thinking what to do first; I couldn’t decide whether to pick up the lamp pieces, make the bed or try and disguise her scent. My phone bleeped signalling a message from my Nubian Goddess and interrupted my thoughts; I sat down to read it. It read:

Darling Josh

Thank you for a lovely couple of hours; I hope they were as special for you as they were for me. See you in the Chapel lover

Monique xx

I replied

Darling Monique

It was exceptional as always; I really wish it was you I was marrying and not Sonia. Please say yes….

Joshua xx

Festive Fantasy..!

By
Meg Philip
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Festive Fantasy..!

You’re standing there in your sexy Santa outfit; standing there and staring at me with your hands on your hips. You look so sexy Ms Santa, very sexy indeed in your lacy hold up stockings as they peek at me every time you take a step or shift position.

Those sexy stilettos add to your sexiness and make me want you even more. Your sweet and sexy smile causes me to melt; those sweet and sparkling ‘come fuck me’ brown eyes of yours make my cock stiffen with every flutter.

I’m finding it very difficult to concentrate in your presence and as for that sexy Santa outfit…. it’s twice as difficult!

I like the way you look at me, I like the way you smile at me, I like the way you turn to jelly the minute I smile back at you.

I like the way you run your tongue over your teeth and lick your lips; effortless sex appeal oozes from your every pore, pores I want to get inside and ooze from too.

Seduce me Ms Santa, own me Ms Santa, fuck me Ms Santa; hard!!

I’m horny as fuck for you and I want your sexy mouth around my cock, whilst my tongue is in your pussy playing with your swollen clitoris. Let us give each other a festive oral treat; mutual oral pleasuring.

Cum for me Ms Santa, gush and squirt that sweet festive nectar into my open and receptive mouth. I like the way you taste; I like quenching my thirst with your love juice.

Oh fuck yeah, Ms Santa; that scent of yours fuels my fire as your erotic tongue flicks and glides effortlessly over my rigid cock.

Your tongue over my balls, my balls in your mouth; that sensation is all too much as the pressure mounts and before I know it……

“Aaaarrrgggghhhhhhhhh….oh fucking hell, f f fuck, yeeeeeaaaaahhhhhh; fuck me, Ms Santa”

My load beautifully shot all over your silky smooth chocolate breasts and running down and over your erect nipples. What a beautiful picture!!

I know Ms Santa, you need to cum too.

You’re so wet, you taste so good; the scent of your sweet sex consumes me as your own pressure builds. Your hands reach out to grab me; your nails find their way under the skin of my shoulders, digging deeper as you approach orgasm.

You’re now writhing and moaning, almost out of control; you’re speaking in tongues, calling my name and cursing as your blood reaches boiling point, not long now!

You grab my ears, pulling me in deeper and suffocating me with your festive sex; your beautiful and clean shaved festive sex. Your nails are now boring their way through another layer of my skin; your legs start to close around me, holding me in place for the earth shattering rollercoaster orgasm that’s about to consume you; consume us.

That’s it Ms Santa, don’t hold back baby; go with it and ride the wave of that almighty orgasm. I know it’s going to be a big one, I can feel it in my neck; those thighs are firmly locked.

The nails…

Here it comes… better brace myself; it’s going to be a big one.

“Ohhhhh shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, f f f fuck king hell……”

Your cursing only makes me want to suck harder!

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me, oooohhhhhh yeeeeeeesssssssss; aaaarrrrggghhhhhhhh”

Oh yeah, scream my name Ms Santa.

“Huh, huh, oooohhhhh mmyyyyyy fuuuccccccckkkkkk!”

Sexy Ms Santa has just squirted her sweet festive nectar; I’m lapping it up as she keeps on cumin; gushing, whimpering, shaking. Totally spent and all sexed out; for now.

I’ll give her 5 minutes before I make some seriously sweet and festive love to my sexy Ms Santa.

Love By Text (another excerpt)

By
Meg Philip
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Love By Text (another excerpt)

I arranged to come and meet you at the airport; you were flying down from Glasgow. I waited anxiously in the arrival area. Anxious because your flight landed twenty minutes ago and I was this much closer to seeing you for the first time.

I stood on tip toes as the doors opened and the first wave of passengers came out. I looked at the picture of you in my phone and compared it to the faces of every brown haired male that came through the door. I thought I spotted you and held up the card with your name on it like we discussed. It wasn’t you. An older man with white hair approached me and on studying the name on the card he apologised and carried on walking.
Our eyes met as the doors opened again, instantly I knew it was you but still held my card for you to see it.

‘Mr. Bond?’ I asked as you stood in front of me.
‘Money Penny’ you replied with a huge grin.

We shook hands and both felt the bolt of electricity that rushed through us. You shifted uncomfortably and beckoned your eyes down to your crutch, where already your cock was beginning to harden. We quickened our step towards the lift that would take us up to the car park. Unfortunately we were not the only ones in the lift and had to refrain from playing tonsil tennis. We stood close together while the lift ascended at a painfully slow pace. I felt the heat from your body as you casually slipped your arm around me and pulled me in even closer. We got out on our floor and I directed you to my vehicle parked in the far corner, where it was much quieter and with less people milling around. I opened the boot to my X3 and bent over slightly so my skirt rose to reveal my smooth legs. You glanced around to make sure nobody was nearby and then you put your hand up my skirt searching for my arse. You let out a loud groan as you found what you were looking for and squeezed it hard at the realisation that I was underwear free.

‘Oh Money Penny, thank you’ you said.
‘You are most welcome. But I am just obeying orders Mr Bond; you requested a knee length skirt and no underwear’ I replied.

You kissed my neck and nibbled my ears before bending me over to expose even more of my bare legs. You dropped to your knees and begun to kiss the back of my thighs, parting my legs slightly with your hands to allow my love juice to run freely down my legs. Your tongue circled my pussy from behind, whilst rubbing the tip of your nose around my bum hole.

‘Mr. Bond, I think we should start the mission straight away’ I said as I gasped at your tongue’s probing.

You got back on your feet to release your cock from the confines of your trousers and thrust it into me without warning. I screamed at the unexpected yet welcome intrusion and then looked around to make sure nobody heard me.
‘Please try not to bring attention us Money Penny’ you said in between thrusts.

I held onto the bumper of my car as you pounded my pussy from behind harder and faster; you reached around to grab a hold of my tits.

‘This is it Mr. Bond’ I said.

‘Let’s go together, but quietly’ you replied.

Our bodies joined together from the waist down, frantically pumping whilst stifling the sounds that were yearning to escape.

‘Hmmmmm’ we chorused as the last drops of our combined passion juices left our bodies.

We stood for a few seconds longer; finally moving when we are disturbed by the footsteps of other travellers returning to their vehicles.

‘Mission accomplished Money Penny’ you said as you adjusted my skirt and fixed your clothes.

‘Certainly Mr Bond, I’ll take you to your hotel where we will await instructions for our next mission. Oh and Mr Bond, welcome to London’ I replied.

Love By Text

By
Meg Philip
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Love By Text

Whilst waiting for him, Stella changed her clothes a dozen times before settling on a knee length denim skirt and a coordinating top with a plunging neckline. She was just about to sit down with a cup of tea, when the door bell rang.

‘Aaaarrrrrggggggghhhhhhhh. What are you doing here already?’ she screamed when she saw Ollie.

‘Well the transport system is very efficient and your instructions were spot on. Are you going to leave me out here on the door step?’ he asked as he stepped forward to kiss her.

Stella threw her arms around his neck, responding to his kiss hungrily before pulling him inside her sister’s house.

‘I wasn’t expecting you for another half or so babe’

‘I could always go for a wee walk and come back’

‘Nah it’s alright you’re here now. How was the journey?’

‘Like I said, the tube and bus were pretty quick. It’s very straight forward’

‘Would you like a drink before we go? I’m just having a cup of tea’

‘Aye go on then, I’ll have a coffee if you don’t mind’

She went to the kitchen and motioned for Ollie to follow her.

‘Would you like something to eat as well?’

‘I thought you’d never ask’ he replied as he pulled Stella closer for another kiss.

They stood kissing whilst their hands roamed each other’s bodies. Ollie pulled away first.

‘What about your sister?’ he asked

‘She’s at work and nobody will be back until four’

‘So we’ve got a couple of hours to have some fun?’

‘What about seeing the area?’

‘Aye, I saw all I needed to on the bus and I’d rather explore the area under your skirt’ he replied as he started to put his hand up her skirt.

Stella smiled and parted her legs for ease of access. Ollie accepted this invitation and put his hand inside Stella’s thong. She was already wet.

‘Goodness woman, you’re soaking already’

‘I know babe, that’s the effect you have on me’

‘So how about I eat you here and now in the kitchen?’

‘Be my guest’

Ollie dropped to his knees and lifted Stella’s skirt up around her waist; he pulled down her thong whilst stroking her clit with his free hand. Stella groaned as he blew gently on to her already swollen clit, he licked the length of her slit before parting her lips with his tongue. He sunk his tongue deep into her vagina; licking, probing and tasting. Her juice was sweet, thick and sticky. Ollie groaned as she held onto his head, forcing him into her. Ollie grabbed a hold of Stella’s arse, squeezing her cheeks as her body started to tense up. He pulled back slightly to come up for air before massaging her clit with his thumb. He was fascinated by her clit; so pink, fleshy and erect just begging to be sucked.

‘Oh babe please don’t stop’ she gasped ‘I feel like I’m gonna explode. I need to explode Ollie, come on hun finish me off’ she pleaded.

Ollie looked up at her and smiled; the longing look in her eyes made him realise just how much he liked her and wanted to be a permanent part of her life. Obeying her wishes, he went back to work on her clit. He sucked it gently, probing her with his tongue. The heat coming from her was amazing. Ollie sucked a little harder as Stella grabbed his hair, holding his head down between her legs.

‘Oh fuck babe, that’s it hun. Right there, fucking hell Ollie I’m going to cum now. Hmmm, oooooohhhhhhhh. Yeeeaaaahhhhhh babes, oh shit, fuck, fuck hmmmmmm’

Stella’s body began to spasm, hard and fast. She locked her legs around Ollie’s neck and had somehow managed to raise herself up on to the kitchen counter. She thrust her hips frantically against Ollie’s head as her volcano erupted with full force. She trembled as the last drop came out and loosened her legs from around Ollie’s neck. He helped her down off the counter and kissed her long and hard; Stella could feel his cock pressing against her hips and on instinct reached down to stroke it. Ollie groaned as Stella’s fingers tapped away at the tip of his cock; she dropped to her knees and released his cock from the confines of his trousers and boxer shorts. Stella stroked Ollie’s firm legs, kissing his thighs working her way upwards towards his cock. He groaned as her tongue flicked expertly back and forth, lapping up his pre-cum as it oozed from his cock. She held onto his arse and encouraged him to fuck her mouth while she wanked his shaft with her free hand.

‘Stop babe, you’re going to make me cum and I want to fuck your pussy now’.

Stella obeyed and stood up to kiss Ollie; their tongues met, exploring their mouths furiously. They both opened their eyes simultaneously as they were kissing and the sparks between them both was brighter than the Blackpool illuminations at Christmas. Ollie pulled away and spun Stella around; she bent over, encouraging him to enter her. He guided his cock slowly into Stella’s hot, wet and receptive pussy. They both gasped as he entered. He pumped away while Stella matched his rhythm, pushing back each time to feel his body touching hers. He slapped her arse, squeezed her breasts and leant down to bite her back and neck; Stella moaned each time his lips were on her skin. She reached up underneath her and cupped his balls; their bodies began to spasm together. Stella’s nipples tingled and her clit twitched. She looked down at Ollie’s feet and could see his toes curl though his trainers; she turned to look at him and smiled, seeing that his eyes were shut tight. They both exploded together, but quietly; the only sound to be heard was heavy breathing followed by a deep sigh. They stood there silently for about five minutes before being interrupted by the phone. Both of their phones rang at the same time; they parted, looked at each other and smiled, but decided not to answer.

Stella led Ollie upstairs to the bathroom to clean up. They quickly showered together; realising time was no longer on their side.

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