“You’re not a gynaecologist Rubes, just because you’ve seen as many pussies as one, it doesn’t make you one,” Duncan laughed back.
“Ahh come on,” he sounded sad and pathetic, “come out and play with your old pal Rubes, it will be fun with a capital F,” his tone chirpier.
Rubin could hear Duncan breathing out at the other end of the line; he knew he was thinking about it.
That night the two men walked into the party, with Rubin leading the way as he always did in situations like these. After getting their drinks, Duncan followed Rubin into the hallway, where a bevy of beauties stood surrounding an old friend of Rubin's who he had recently served with, a chap affectionately known as Lamb, which was funny as he was known for being a mean bastard. He was called Lamb as his name was Lawrence Simpson, and he was called Larry for short, and since there had been a programme in the sixties called ‘Larry the Lamb’, and military humour being how it is, Lamb was his name.
After the obligatory hello’s, both Duncan and Rubin walked into the open planned sitting room come dining room. Rubin couldn’t help but notice one of the ladies, who at the time seemed to be quite taken with Lamb, until her eyes had met Rubin. He caught her red handed as her eyes undressed him - they passed his groin, to his pecks, then to his face, which was greeted by a trademark Rubin smile and accompanied wink. Saucy minx wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest as she walked towards the two men, delighted at the sight of two fine specimens, no doubt the thought of a possible threesome going through her mind.
“You lads work as a team; oh what I mean is, do you DP?” She looked between both chaps, with an air of confidence.
Duncan looked at Rubin, and then back at the young woman, who he later found out was a young lady called Laura Blackwall. Rubin turned and looked at Duncan with a naughty smile on his face, and a look of; ‘Wanna give it a try?’ Duncan could only shake his head as he leaned in to Rubin’s ear.
“I’ll let you deal with this one old man. It looks like you’re going to need to call in reinforcements. I am sure Lamb will give you a helping hand with that one. Mind you, once she undoubtedly see’s your cock, I’m sure she will be more than happy.” He patted his friend on the shoulder as he made his excuses and left Rubin alone with the man eater.
*****
Duncan found himself back at the makeshift bar that had been set up in the kitchen. He had found he had emptied the contents of his glass all too quickly, and ordered himself another scotch. He had to remember to sip this one a lot slower, as he must have gulped the last. Mind you anymore women like, that Laura Blackwall, and he would need more than a bit of Dutch courage. He was only here for Rubin. Why? He didn’t know. It wasn’t like Rubin needed a wing man; he was a one man attack team. Once the target was acquired, the rest was history. He wandered off, outside into the garden, looking for a quiet spot. He really wasn’t in the mood for shenanigans like this. He shouldn’t have let Rubin talk him into this, he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t looking to replace Simone, in fact quite the contrary. He sat down on the swing chair, sipping slowly on the glass in his hand, as his foot dragged leisurely with the swinging motion of the seat.
After a few minutes he found himself undoing the bow tie of his tuxedo and undoing the first two buttons of his shirt. He was annoyed with himself for letting Rubin talk him into this. He had just finished his drink and was contemplating on whether he should leave Rubin to it and go home, when he saw a woman come bounding out through the patio doors, closely followed by a fat bald man, looking slightly worse for the wear with his consumption of drink. He watched them as they seemed very much consumed in their heated discussion.
He could overhear them or rather her, and her protests of telling the man to keep his hands to himself. Unfortunately, she seemed to make no headway in making the inebriated man hear her, as he tried to grab her several times. He laughed to himself as he made one attempt and missed completely hitting the concrete with his face. However, he was unhindered at his pursuit of the young lady and picked himself up and followed her. In her haste to put as much distance between them, she had walked up and hid behind one of the lilac bushes, as he called out for ‘The pretty lady, to come out, come out wherever you are’.
Duncan sat there watching. He had stopped the gentle swing of the triple seated swing chair, and sat up watching the events unfold. He saw her dip to her knees, as she hunched down in the lovely floaty maxi dress she was wearing. He made no attempt to alert her to his presence, plus, fat bald and now, apparently sweaty man was closing in on her.
“I know you’re there, I can smell your perfume,” he teased, “come out, come out, wherever you are.”
Duncan saw her throw her eyes up to the heavens, and then she wriggled her nose, like ‘I dream of Genie’. She put her hand to her mouth and nose, knowing full well she had a sneeze building. Duncan watched in anticipation to what would she do? Would she suppress the sneeze until he was gone or just go for it and deal with the consequences. She pressed her fingers against her nose, as if there was a bad smell, but it was to no avail, as the sneeze erupted, belting out, a very ungraceful ‘Achoo’. It was a supersonic, very unlady like sneeze I may add. She cupped her hands over her mouth muttering ‘for fucks sake’. Duncan couldn’t help smiling to himself as the scene he had envisaged played out right before his eyes.
“Ah there you are,” he then used a stupid baby voice, which sounded more like porky pig on drugs. “I found you. Oh I do like games,” and he gleefully clapped his hands repeatedly.
He saw her smile; he was impressed as she thought quickly, replying.
“Oh do you Dietrich, so do I,” she fiddled with his bow tie, teasing him. “So do I... It’s your turn now Dietrich to hide, so I can find you,” and she abruptly turned her back, putting her hands to her eyes as she counted “One, two, three, and so on” loudly as she watched the numpty run off with squeals of delight. She stood there watching him run like a demented idiot, back into the house. She threw her eyes up to the heavens again with a “God give me the strength, not to murder Laura for bringing me here.” She pulled out a packet of cigarettes and placed one in her mouth, and was obviously startled when she walked around the bush, nearly jumping out of her skin as she turned to see Duncan sitting there with a very amused look on his face while he blew a plume of smoke from his lips.
“Would you like a light for that?” he asked as he pulled out his trusty Zippo lighter and clicked the wheel with his fingers.
She leaned in and the flame flickered as she pursed her lips on the filter tip. Duncan flicked the lid down with a flick and returned the lighter to his pocket. She sat down and they started to talk.
*****
Meanwhile, back in the house, Rubin had made his way up to one of the many bedrooms with Laura. The thing Rubin liked about these kind of parties was there was always copious amounts of ‘condom filled bowls’ scattered throughout the party, especially in the bedrooms. It was never an option to go deep sea diving without the correct equipment, and one he would never do. Something like that could get you grounded, until the treatment had taken its course and you would be medically cleared, however they had it drilled into them with the military. Rube had grabbed a huge handful as they closed the door to the subtly lit room.
Rubin was quite taken with Laura and her outgoing personality. She pulled at his bow tie, allowing it to fall limply either side of his collar. It was the only limp thing on him as Laura’s wonderful mouth and tongue had worked their magic of dancing around in his mouth instantly making him hard. It was no surprise after she had unbuttoned his shirt that she dropped to her knees, as she unzipped Rubin’s trousers. Her eyes bulged as she reached in and grabbed his length, pulling it out. She was quite taken back, as her eyes took a double look at his length and girth.
“Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “You must have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.” Her hands leaned against his thighs as she eyed it up, taking in the sheer size of it. “I’m never going to be able to fit t
hat, all in my mouth,” she laughed, however she was somewhat serious, with the statement she had made.
“Well, you could give it a wee try!” Rubin smiled down at her, with a wink.
She smiled up at him with a saucy look in her eye, as her mouth edged towards his tip, and slowly pressed her lips firmly around it and slid them down slowly, as her hand moved, increasing with speed as she firmly stroked it back and forth into her mouth. She must have been pretty impressed with her efforts, before she knew it; she had taken quite a lot of it into the depths of her throat, as she sucked down his shaft with great gusto. Rubin took it all in his stride as he watched Laura’s head bop forwards and backwards enjoying the feast of his cock. He stood there, his hands on his hips as he slightly thrust into her mouth. His hands slid from his hips to Laura’s head, gripping it gently. Her mouth felt good, as she started to do this swirly thing with her tongue, up his shaft to his tip which she encircled making very loud ‘Mmmm’ noises. It felt so good, he wanted to thrust it as far as he could, he resisted the temptation, by closing his eyes and going with what she was doing, which was pretty intense and incredibly satisfying.
She let his trousers fall finally to the ground, as he stepped out of his shoes semi kicking them off like a professional, causing no disruption to Laura’s cock sucking. Feeling pretty much as horny as a stud on a stud farm, Rubin tapped her on her shoulders, gilding her up his torso; her tongue grazed it with frenzy. His hand cupped her buttock, as he pulled her to him, gripping her. His hand ran down her dress and under the hem and up her silky smooth thigh back to her buttocks. He felt instantly that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Ohh no panties I see.” Rubin smiled between the hot kisses they exchanged.
“No,” she purred. “Don’t see much point at events like these, they only get in the way,” she laughed. “Or some old sod, will want to take them home as a memento. So I don’t bother to wear them,” and she smiled a naughty look at him.
Rubin guided her back towards the bed, as he found the zipper on her dress. The dress fell, leaving her standing there as Rubin stood back to take in her figure. She had the most perfect tits he had ever seen.
“Oh, and I don’t see the point in any lingerie, with tits like these,” she purred.
“Fine by me,” he smiled as he walked up to Laura, and pushed her down, gently onto the bed, as she giggled.
Rubin sat down on the bed, and quickly removed the black socks he was wearing, before leaning over and he started to lick seductively up her ankle up towards her knee. His tongue weaved up her smooth thighs in a series of licks and flicks with his tongue. He was now, at her opening; Rubin parted her thighs and ran his tongue over her soft folds, slowly teasing them with soft, but firm, strokes. His tongue found her clitoris with great ease, as he encircled it at a varied pace. He could taste the yearning she had for him, as she pulled his head into her so he could devour her more. He spent a good amount of time attending to her needs teasing her with dips to her inner core with his rigid tongue, which swept over her like a wave. She pulled his face into her deeper with every flick and lick his tongue made. He knew she was now wet enough for his throbbing cock, as he ascended above her with flicks of his tongue around her pert nipples which screamed to be in his mouth. He sucked one into his mouth as he positioned himself at her opening. He sucked hard as he pushed inside her slowly, as she groaned in ecstasy under him, while his tongue swirled around her nipple as he plunged harder, till she was full with his rock hard length.
She reached back with her hands against the wall, pushing down on the driving force that was Rubin’s throbbing cock, moaning hard for him to ‘do it harder’ as he rammed his humongous cock as far as it would go as she groaned ‘Oh my God’s’. And then she begged him to drill her doggy style. Rubin was all too happy to oblige as he pulled out of her. Laura jumped eagerly to all fours and positioned herself, her buttocks facing him, as she wriggled her backside, beckoning him to mount her. She slapped her clit with her fingers while he positioned himself, once again, to her opening.
Again he plunged deep into her opening, ramming her hard as she cried out, that and the sounds of him slapping against her were the only noises, and, with the occasional thump of the bed against the wall it wasn’t long before she was howling ‘Oh my God’s’ again. She had moved closer to the wall and found herself pressed firmly against it. Rubin’s assault of his cock was unmerciful, as he drove harder, with each push upwards he made.
“Harder, faster” she cried, as the ramming continued under her heavy breathes.
Rubin was more than happy to fulfil her needs. He leaned back, watching his cock plunge in and out of her; he rolled her nipples between his fingers, pulling on them. She placed her hands against the wall, steadying herself, as he thrust hard and in an upwards movement. His hands went to her shoulders as he pushed her down. Laura happily met each advance his cock made, as she gently gyrated her hips, synchronizing with his every movement. She begged for him to spank her while he fucked her hard. Again, he did what he was asked; as he left his shovel hand print ingrained onto her derriere. When she had her fill of that, she told him to pull her hair. She leaned back and pulled the pin out from her hair that held her French twist in place, and her long ponytail swung free. Rubin took hold of the ponytail, and twisted it around the palm of his hand closing his fist. She had moved away from the wall and resumed her position of being on all fours. Her breasts buried deep in the covers that had worked their way loose from their wild antics.
Rubin took a good hold of her hair. His cock was throbbing so much, it almost guided itself into her hot, wet folds, he pulled back on her hair, and rode her like a bucking bronco as she moaned ‘harder, harder’ through her gasps. He watched his cock glide in and out of her. Working like a well oiled machine, his other hand was firmly pulling on her nipples. Rubin was pulling firmly as she rose up, working with him as he pounded her hard. Her back was against his chest, Laura’s ponytail still in his firm grip, he leaned down and nibbled on her shoulder she cried out in ecstasy, feeling his cock throb and pulsate deep within her. He was impressed at the pounding she had taken. It seemed that the rougher the better as far as she was concerned. He was near, but not there yet, his balls were real tight, but he just wasn’t ready. Rubin stood there, watching her quiver on the bed until she crawled seductively to him.
She looked up at him as she pressed her lips together, and took the swollen tip of him in her mouth, as she swirled her tongue around it, with varied degrees of speed. Laura licked down to his shaft, playfully nipping the shaft as she descended to his balls. She then moved her hand down between her legs as she ran her hands up against her soft folds, before bringing her hand to his sack and massaging them gently with her juices, as she sucked down on his mammoth cock. Rubin had taken to spanking her arse every time he entered her throat. It felt good, and she moved with great vigour.
Still the cum wouldn’t rise. He watched Laura’s head come to a stop, as she looked up, a sultry look in her eyes and she pulled him playfully over to the bed with his cock and guided him down. She swiftly swung her legs over him. Kneeling up, she positioned herself so he could effortlessly suck her nipples and moved down, slowly impaling herself on his hard rod. She moved up and down, sliding with great ease, as she moaned ‘Ooo’s’ and ‘Ahh’s’. As she moved she clenched down on him, her pelvic floor muscles were exemplary. She squeezed hard on him, as she pushed down on his pulsing cock. She semi wrapped her legs around his waist as she pulled herself in and out, sliding down on his pole, as he held her hips, while he ground up into her. He felt the cum stir, as she moved faster and faster.
“Pull my hair again,” she moaned through clenched teeth.
Rubin took her hair again, twisting it around his palm and started to gradually build up his degree of force hammering into her, as she slid forwards and backwards, with him guiding her faster and faster. He lay fully back on the bed, bringing her with him, as she ground hard into him on her knees. Laura
rode him that night with all her might. Eventually Rubin came, much to the delight of Laura, who was certainly feeling the after effects of Rubin’s hot pounding. She looked over at Rubin, who had done the typical man thing after releasing his load and had fallen asleep. She crept off the bed, her legs still shaking, as she staggered to the floor, scooping down to pick up her dress that had been left lying on the floor. She found a black marker pen on the drawer unit, and smiled as she placed the pen in her mouth lid first. She bit down on the top, clenching it hard with her teeth, and pulled the base, leaving the lid stuck in between her teeth, and walked towards a sleeping Rubin.
*****
Rubin woke up in the morning, covered by one of the blankets. He looked around the room, remembering, he was at one of his circles parties. He wasn’t bothered about waking up alone; in fact he was more than happy to, as he didn’t need the complications of a relationship. Rubin pulled the covers back and got out of the bed. He too picked up his clothes, stepping into his trousers, before he scooped up his shirt. He hadn’t noticed a thing, till he looked in the mirror at his reflection. There written across the breast of the shirt was a nicely penned note in black felt marker, which read.
‘I owe you one dress shirt. To collect offer, ring me
07887 123 456 Laura Blackwall’.
Rubin smiled to himself as he buttoned up his shirt. The saucy minx owed him a dress shirt, which he was very much going to collect on. He looked around for his bow tie, which he found on the floor by the door, and stuffed it into his pocket before he threw his jacket over his shoulder and pulled the door handle and bound down the stairs. He had a quick look around to see if he could see Duncan. There was no sign of him which meant one of two possibilities. One was that he had pulled and could possibly be in one of the rooms upstairs, or two, he had gone home possibly on his own. He walked outside after saying his goodbyes to the kind hosts, and made his way home. On the way he thought of other scenarios. Maybe Duncan could have brought someone home. He laughed to himself, for even thinking Duncan, who was still hopelessly in love with Simone, would even contemplate that. Nah, he must have definitely gone home empty handed. His loss he thought, as he remembered back to his hot night with a saucy Ms Blackwell, and as long as she didn’t turn out to be a bunny boiler, he would have no problems in shagging her on a regular basis.
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