For weeks, I had seen them, standing there, outside that row of terraced houses. I started to try to imagine what or who they were waiting for. I knew there were a lot of workers from Eastern Europe there, and they just didn’t look British somehow: one petite with that thick jet-black hair and those deep, almost black eyes that nearly, but never quite, caught mine as I passed her every day, and the other, blond, tall and Nordic looking. I walk to work, down into town and spend every boring day sat at my computer, accessing endless emails and answering the phone. I’d convinced myself that they were waiting for a lift to work, they couldn’t be waiting for their boyfriends every day at 7.30, could they?
Almost subconsciously, I started to try to look better for them, my suits were cleaned more often, I wanted smarter shirts for them, and I never forgot to put my aftershave on, just for them really. One day, I actually did catch the dark one’s eye and managed to splutter out a good morning. My reward was a smile to practically knock me into the road. Her lips almost pouted at me, and the way she ran her hand through that dark hair and the accent when she answered was enough to prove my instincts had been right: she wasn’t a local girl. My heart was pounding and I just knew she had been thinking about me as well.
All my concentration disappeared that day at work; I couldn’t stop thinking about the two of them. It was summer, so that morning, they had been wearing simple but beautiful dresses, one light blue and one cream and my mind was racing with how they would look without them. And that’s when I made my mind up really.
It was no problem to get the day off, but Lorraine thought I was going to work as normal. I was shaking as I approached the row of houses, but there they were, today looking even better, the summer dresses were both white and I could see the outline of the blonde’s nipples pressing against the fabric. The brunette was showing plenty of her tanned legs in that dress and I didn’t care about anything else that day, I knew I wanted one of them. I can’t believe where my courage came from but I just stopped, took her hand in mine, stared into those dark eyes and said, “I’m Alex. I’ve been thinking about you every day.”
Dream girl one just squeezed my hand and, without a word, led me to her front door and let me in, her friend following behind. “Sara.”
One word, with a shrug that maybe said, I don’t know any more English, or maybe I don’t want to talk, but the way she put her arms around me and kissed me told me everything I needed to know.
As she pressed her body against me, I felt myself getting hard and, as she broke away, she let her fingers trace a path against my crotch, my cock was straining against my trousers. That searing smile again but then she produced a strip of cloth from nowhere and I found myself blindfolded tightly. Almost immediately, my hands were pulled backwards, my shirt ripped off and I heard a click of handcuffs. So this was all some kind of trap. Was I going to be robbed? Murdered? Would I find the house full of muscle-bound men who had been in hiding all along? Somehow, I knew crying out wasn’t going to help me, if I was going to be a victim I just wanted to focus on at least getting out alive.
But then, I felt the blindfold removed and I gasped at the sight of Sara, stripped and kneeling in front of me. She was smiling again, and she began to lick her fingers and then squeeze her nipples. Her tits were delicious, full and firm, but as she eased her body backwards, I was treated to the sight of her shaven pussy. Even from the angle I was at, I could see her lips were wet and full and I cried out in ecstasy as she inserted first one, then two fingers into her wet opening. Suddenly, I remembered the blindfold being taken off. Sara couldn’t have done that and got in front of me that quickly so . . .
I felt long, probing fingers massage my chest, teasing my hair sharply. I began to turn my head to see blondie but suddenly Sara dived forwards and unzipped me, then yanked my trousers and my shorts down to my ankles. She took my cock in her right hand and my ever tightening balls in her left, and began vigorously rubbing me up. I almost fell forwards, but my attention was taken again by the sight of the taller woman coming from behind me. Naked as well, she had a thick bush of hair and her nipples were bullet hard, almost tilting up towards me and, as Sara carried on working on me, she lifted one leg onto the arm of the chair.
She began to play with herself, almost frantically pushing her fingers inside her soaking lips. I was aching to touch one of these women but I still had my hands cuffed, and that was obviously what they wanted. I felt I was close to coming and Sara felt it too because she abruptly broke away from me.
I was desperate to screw them, either of them, both of them, but they had planned this whole morning out, that was clear.
As I stood there, my cock pointing to the sky, I watched them fall onto each other hungrily. Sara yanked open her partner’s legs and buried her face between them. I was close enough to see her tongue feverishly licking, lapping, almost biting at her wide open, completely saturated lips. I could see her tits bouncing up and down as she writhed in ecstasy, closer and closer to a climax. I was so excited I would have given anything just then to have been inside either of them but I saw the blonde’s face, which told me that they were running this show and I just had to go with it.
Sara’s tight, shapely bum was only a couple of feet from me and I burned to enter her from behind. My face must have made that obvious because I heard a few words whispered in a language I couldn’t understand and, oh God, it happened for me. The blonde fetched a chair so she could perch on it, legs even wider open – I can’t believe how swollen and bloated those lips were – and Sara backed onto my straining cock, her own lips closing around me. Then she began sliding backwards and forwards and resumed giving the blonde as much tongue as anyone could stand.
Keeping my balance was tough with my hands still cuffed but the feel of my shaft pumping inside her and the sight of Sara bringing her friend towards her own orgasm was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me.
I’d never felt so big or hard but she had a way of moving, altering the angle of my thrusts so that I felt I was on the verge of coming but never quite doing so. The message was clear. You stay in me until I’ve had enough and I wasn’t going to argue with her.
And then I couldn’t carry on any more. I surged into her and I felt her tense and shiver as her orgasm shot through her.
We both collapsed onto the floor but the morning wasn’t finished yet. Another few words I couldn’t understand and it was clear that the other member of this trio still had an appetite for more. Still on the chair, her thighs suddenly closed around my neck and Sara guided my mouth onto her pussy although I could hardly miss a target like that.
I felt as if it were her lips playing with my tongue not the other way round and, as I found new ways of exploring her velvet soft lips, she closed her thighs and I felt the shiver of pleasure shooting through her body. I felt her juices pour onto my face and I wanted to make it fantastic for her. But finally she pushed me off, and sighed deeply.
I felt exhausted and looked around to see Sara, still naked, beaming at me.
As I dressed, I realized we had barely spoken. And then the blonde smiled and whispered, “Katya.”
The next day, the road outside their house was empty and the next, and . . . So maybe that was it. Their last night in Wales, the last chance to let themselves go? I’ll keep walking past in the morning; perhaps they haven’t gone for good.
PARKING TICKET
Eva, Sydney
It was just after midnight and my car was the only one left at the railway station. As I hurried towards it I saw someone standing next to it. As luck would have it, it was a parking officer. Fuck! What the hell was he doing here at this time of night?
“This your car, ma’am?” he asked.
“Yes, is there a problem?” I said.
“No problem, just giving you a ticket.” He smiled, as though he’d just offered me a bunch of flowers.
“What? It’s only just run out by two minutes,” I said checking my watch.
“Yeah, I
know. I’ve been watching the time ever since I got here,” he said.
Bastard! I knew how expensive the fine would be and money was a bit tight at the moment. I wondered if I could pay him another way.
“Please don’t fill it out,” I said, sidling up to him so that my breasts grazed his arm.
He looked down at me, his pen poised on the paper. “Why not?” he asked.
“Can’t we settle this another way?” I asked, coyly.
“What did you have in mind?” he asked, his interest clearly piqued.
‘‘What would you like?” I said, my fingers groping for his cock.
I was nervous as I’d never done this sort of thing before. I leaned in against him as I undid his fly. My hand stole down into his jocks where I felt his cock throb in the palm of my hand. Men were all the same. They’d do anything for a head job.
I lowered myself down to the ground where I pulled his cock quickly out of his trousers. It sprang towards me, the knob already glistening with pre-come as it oozed from the slit. Wow, you should have seen the size of it. I licked at it in the moonlight, marvelling at the way my tongue slid over the mushroomed knob.
I sucked on him for a while, surprised that it grew even further. My tongue rolled around the edges of the knob. He leaned back against the car and I heard him sigh. I give good head and know it, so I nibbled lightly on the edges, my tongue flickering over the slit, before I slathered saliva up and down his shaft.
Pumping with one hand my mouth did the rest until I could feel him just about ready to come. Good, I thought. It had been a long day and I was eager to be home in my own bed. He pulled back though, his cock dropping from my mouth, saliva dripping onto the car park concrete.
“Hey,” I said. “What did you do that for?”
“Stand up,” he commanded.
I did, annoyed he’d put a stop to the proceedings. My boyfriend would wonder where I was, getting home this late, and I was finding it easier than I’d thought.
“Lift up your skirt,” he said.
“What?” I asked surprised.
“Your skirt, lift it up,” he said again, this time with more authority in his voice.
I stared at him hard. He had a great body, broad shoulders and strong arms. He was good-looking too. Why not? I thought. I peered around, making sure no one was about.
I raised it demurely. I hadn’t counted on this and so wasn’t wearing my sexiest G-string. It didn’t matter though because he wasn’t looking, he was staring straight into my eyes, as though wanting me to defy him.
Suddenly, his hands groped beneath to latch onto my panties, his fingers tugging at the crutch. In one quick movement he ripped them right off my body. I gasped as the stinging pain from the elastic burned onto the top of my thighs.
“Hey,” I complained. I’d thought he only wanted a quick peak to see what was underneath.
“Up on the bonnet,” he said smugly, his cock jutting forwards, nearly poking me in the stomach.
His assertiveness sent a thrill through me. I wasn’t used to men telling me what to do. My pussy began to throb as I looked from his cock back to his face.
“No,” I said, half-heartedly.
“You want a ticket?” he asked.
“No.” I pouted.
“Then get up there and fast,” he ordered.
Cheeky bastard!
He lifted me up and dumped me on the bonnet. I gasped as the cold steel froze my arse cheeks.
“Lie down,” he whispered.
I stared at him.
“I said, lie down.”
I did.
“That’s much better,” he said, his hands roaming up over my thighs and then my mound. I struggled for breath as his hands electrified my body. Everywhere they touched seemed to ignite my passion further.
“Spread them,” he said.
I did, gladly.
“Lift your feet up and place them on the bonnet. Yeah, like that. Now drop your knees apart.”
I could see his eyes gleaming mischievously and I must say it was very erotic lying there practically naked on the bonnet of my own car with a complete stranger giving me orders. My eyes darted about, fearful that someone might stumble upon us.
I did as he asked, my legs splayed open for his approval, my chest heaving, my nipples straining against my bra, desperate to be freed. He held onto my knees with his hands and pushed them down further, my pussy gaping for him.
His finger touched my slit. “You’re wet,” he said. “Your pussy is very wet. You know that, don’t you?”
I said nothing.
“You’re hot for me, aren’t you?” he said, as he opened my folds, the cool air tantalizing me further.
Still I said nothing, but my ragged breathing was giving me away.
“You want me, don’t you?” he said, as his fingers slipped in and out of me.
I gasped but still said nothing. We both knew that I wanted him. I was desperate, desperate for a good fucking from a complete stranger. I couldn’t hold out much longer. If he didn’t fuck me soon I’d have to do him.
“I can smell your cunt from here. Tell me you want me,” he whispered.
I flushed scarlet, whimpering, unable to speak.
“Tell me,” he demanded loudly.
“I want you.”
He lowered his head and his tongue snaked out. With my legs spread this wide he licked at my puckered hole causing me to clench my arse cheeks involuntarily. No one had ever done that to me before. My legs trembled and he chuckled while lapping at my pussy lips, nuzzling in, his nose rubbing over my clit.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.
I hadn’t expected that.
He was grabbing at my hips, his fingers digging in cruelly as he gave me a tonguing like I’ve never had before. He was everywhere: in between the folds, inside my pussy, tantalizing the outer lips and driving my clit insane.
I undid the buttons on my blouse, eager to attack my own breasts, as I lifted them out of their cups. I kneaded the flesh roughly, wanting his hands over me, his fingers pulling at my nipples, his mouth and lips, licking and sucking as his tongue rolled over them. I nearly orgasmed just thinking about it.
I pushed up into his mouth, eager for more. A moan escaped me and I heard him chuckle again, knew that he knew I wanted him, needed him desperately.
Suddenly, he pulled me forwards and flipped me over, my skin burning against the bonnet. My legs hit the ground while his fingers roamed up the crack of my arse. Then his tongue was there, tantalizing the puckered skin around my hole before I felt his huge knob poking around.
I loved men being assertive and this guy certainly was, taking charge of everything, doing exactly what I wanted but thinking it was what he wanted.
I wiggled my arse up and into him, lying squashed against the cold steel of the bonnet, my hands reaching forwards, caressing the paintwork, scratching at the metal when in a flash his cock slipped straight into my saturated pussy.
“Oh God, yes,” I moaned.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered. “You’re so hot my cock’s on fire.”
Encouraged, I pushed back into him while his fingers gripped my hips. He pulled me back towards him and fucked me hard, my tits rubbing hard against the cold bonnet, the nipples becoming even firmer against the friction. I wished now he’d made me strip completely; I would have loved to have felt the coldness of the night over my naked flesh. I had nothing to hang on to and I tried desperately to get a grip on something as he pounded into me.
“Oh fuck, yeah,” I screamed out, as my body rippled with spasms.
“Your cunt is so hot,” he said. “So fucking hot.”
Pleased he was enjoying this as much as me, I pushed back into his groin until I was nearly standing. He leaned me forwards, reached for my breasts and crushed them cruelly while I reached under and grabbed hold of his balls giving them a gentle milking while his cock slammed in and out of me.
“Oh yeah,” he said. “I knew you’d fucking
love it.”
He pulled out of me and turned me around in his arms, his head going down to latch onto a nipple while his cock probed at my stomach. I raised myself up on my toes, desperate to feel his cock again, yet not wanting his mouth to leave my breast.
I could feel the pressure mounting in me and knew I had to have his cock back inside me. I wiggled my arse back onto the car, lifted up my legs and wrapped them around his back, kicking into his arse as I shook with desire, trying to guide his cock back into my quivering cunt.
He laughed knowingly and pulled away, leaving me frustrated and on my back flat on the bonnet. He opened my legs and smothered his face into my pussy while his finger rubbed my elit until I was nearly insane, coming over and over again. He then climbed up my body, kissing my mouth so I could taste myself on him.
I felt the bonnet pop, the weight of us too much, wondering how I’d explain that to my boyfriend, but right now I didn’t give a shit, all I could think about was what he was doing to me.
I didn’t know what I wanted next, his cock inside my pussy or in my mouth. I was nearly insane as I licked his face clean of my juices. He looked down into my face before spearing me with his mighty cock, fucking me like a madman. The sound of my bonnet creaked and groaned beneath our weight, reverberating through the quiet night. Never in my life have I ever been so crazy with lust.
I pushed him from me, rolled him over and manoeuvred myself into the sixty-nine position. Balanced precariously I flattened my pussy over his mouth, grinding down as I flew onto his cock, gobbling and sucking until he came. I swallowed greedily, enjoying myself as come dribbled out of the side of my mouth. I disengaged myself and crawled around to kiss him. My nostrils flaring as our scents intoxicated me. Our juices mingling together, tasted beautiful.
Scrambling down we both adjusted our clothing and then without another word he was gone. As I sat behind the driver’s seat and fired up the engine, I marvelled at the risk we’d both taken. Anyone could have come upon us and what would we have done then?
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