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Claire Returns (Sequel to A Fab Fuck)
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By *am1970 OP Man 15 weeks ago
Twickenham |
This is the second story about the enigmatic, confident sexual siren Claire - I hope you enjoy.
The blonde bob bouncing up and down as she walked, was unmistakeable. The confident strut and perfect breasts under her tight cream jumper, the bare athletic thighs poking out from the sexy black leather mini-skirt and the dark knee length, high heeled boots. It could only be Claire.
My heart leapt a little and I immediately felt a tightening in my groin. It had been six months since she’d burst into our lives and manufactured the most incredibly intimate and sexy scenarios imaginable.
I’d met her on Fab’. The young undergraduate had given me the time of my life that very evening but, it hadn’t stopped there. My wife had been evangelically heterosexual. Claire had dismantled this notion in a matter of days and strategically manufactured the most phenomenal evening of sex with us both at the same time. Sarah was under Claire’s spell and our flagging sex life had received a turbo-charged boost. I had so much to thank her for but, till now, she’d disappeared and Sarah (my wife) and I had longed to see her again.
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By *untooMan 15 weeks ago
manchester |
So glad this is continuing |
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By *am1970 OP Man 15 weeks ago
Twickenham |
We were on collision course and there was no avoiding it even if I’d wanted to.
My initial thought was that Claire had ghosted us and so this was going to be awkward. I prepared myself to be blanked.
She got closer and closer until she was merely a few paces away. Fuck - this young Goddess was unsurprising turning heads. The blonde bob was a perfect frame for her porcelain features. Full rounded breasts were the centrepiece of her perfect size 10 figure.
I glanced across to take in that perfect pale complexion and sensational blue eyes, wanting to stare but scared of the inevitable rejection.
“Hey, old man!” Her face lit up the whole street. “Claire” I somehow gasped in return. She gave me that look, a glint in her eyes. “You and Sarah still shagging like bunnies” she enquired “Yes, thanks to you” I replied., hastily adding“Where have you been?”
“Buy me a Coffee you boring fucker” she giggled “and I’ll fill you in”
We entered the busy Starbucks, bought two lattes and squeezed into the remaking seats by the wall, a table for two facing each other.
I was about to start interrogating her but she put her finger to her lips. “Just want to check something before we start” she grinned.
I wasn’t sure what came first, her chuckling or the heeled boot massaging my cock and balls over the groin of my chinos. “Glad to see I still have the same effect on you” she laughed.
“Now, where shall we start?” |
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Oh yes, so glad to see this story returning |
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By *avem30Man 15 weeks ago
barnsley |
So glad this is back
Can’t wait for more |
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By *am1970 OP Man 15 weeks ago
Twickenham |
My cock was aching from the attention of Claire’s boot and the memories of what had happened 6 months ago came flooding back. Watching my wife seduced and bewitched by this divine creature, the three of us entangled in a frenzied threesome orchestrated by Claire’s magic and finally Sarah and I re-discovering our sexual appetite for each other whilst Claire slipped away.
“Are you sitting comfortably” Claire began “Not really,” I replied “my cock is desperately trying to escape from my trousers and the rush of blood from my head has made me feel a bit dizzy”
Claire laughed “you were always quite funny for a boring old git”
Claire told me how pleased she had been that her plans had all come good that day and that the consequent orgy was a truly fabulous fuck. “I wanted to give you two time to shag each other senseless for a few months without distraction, so Ayesha and I went on a long holiday”
Claire had told us about Ayesha, a slightly older student who’d introduced Claire to a high class erotic dancing club. I’d never met Ayesha but Claire’s description of a tall, long haired beauty of Indian heritage with a taut body and big brown eyes had painted a pretty picture in my head.
“Sarah and I still talk about that day a lot, I can’t believe you pulled that off”
I could see Claire had a mischievous look on her exceptionally pretty face. “Do you think you could get Sarah to come to the club? I could get you passes and you could watch me and Ayesha dance” Claire winked at me.
“No way she will come” I protested “she has a real thing about places like that. I don’t think even you could convince her” as soon as I said it I knew what I’d done. Claire was not one for backing down from a challenge.
“Well you must come first and then we will see what we can do about Sarah”
I thought about the business trip Sarah was leaving for tomorrow and allowed myself a few pleasant images and a wry grin, I knew I shouldn’t go, Sarah really did hate clubs with erotic dancers but, Claire was incredibly persuasive
From experience I knew what I was getting into. I looked up and Claire had pushed her chair back so it was balanced on the back two legs, she glanced down at her lap, a huge grin on her face. I followed her gaze, her right hand had hitched up her mini skirt to give me a view and her left hand was touching her glorious glistening bald vagina.
I almost came in my pants!
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Awesome, this is going to be brilliant |
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By *am1970 OP Man 15 weeks ago
Twickenham |
Sarah had made a special effort, the crisp New Zealand Sauvignon was in the chiller and we were already on our second glass of champagne. The Sea Bass was sizzling in the pan. My wife was clearly feeling horny as the only thing beneath her apron was a Lacey and silky red lingerie set. The knickers and bra had already been cast aside in a pre evening fumble.
Sarah had the body of a gymnast, petite and athletic. She was difficult to age but her tanned skin, short dark hair and perky little tits made her look considerably younger than she was.
My earlier encounter with Claire had made me feel incredibly horny. She’d had to dash off to a shift at the club immediately after our coffee but, not before she’d dragged me down a side alley, kissed me passionately and placed my hand up her skirt. My fingers had felt her wetness and had slid into her vagina. Her soft groan was still ringing in my ears. “Stop, old man I’m going to be late you dirty little fucker” she’d made me suck my fingers to remind me of the delicious taste of her young juices. “Go home and kiss Sarah and see if she can taste me” I could feel the pre-cum in my pants and I felt incredibly turned on. God she was good.
I had not mentioned bumping into Claire and Sarah had not appeared to detect the smell of her Fanny on my breath but she was clearly in the mood and after the fish we settled down on the big settee in the lounge. Sarah had already unbuckled my trousers and slid her hand into my pants. “My, you are big tonight darling” she’d gasped. “What happened to you”! To be fair Sarah had that effect on me on her own but Claire’s earlier attention had put my cock on highest alert. “You did” I answered she’d discarded the apron and after minimal attention from my fingers and tongues her nipples were rock hard, they were her finest feature and had me every time. All that was left was the red suspender belt and stockings and I was beginning to feel that today was going rather well.
Sarah freed my cock, pushed me back against the sofa and knelt between my knees. She kissed the top of my cock and her tongue swirled over the head of my dick.I could feel her wet mouth engulf me, her saliva lubricating her efforts as her head bobbed up and down, driving me insane. I could feel the sap rising much sooner than normal. I held her head as I could hold on no longer and copious amounts of sperm filled my wife’s mouth and dribbled down her chin. Sarah, kissed me and I could taste my salty emissions. “Wow, quick tonight darling she teased. “I know you’ve seen Claire, I’n guessing you did not shag or you might have lasted a bit longer” I must have looked surprised “Oh darling,” Sarah chuckled, “the blonde hair on your jumper, the smile on your face and the taste of our first kiss. I don’t mind, just tell me and make sure you get her over here soon” I nodded not daring to mention the club. “Anyway” she added “you are now in my debt, get your head between my thighs and lick me till I scream for mercy” I didn’t wait for a second invitation. |
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By *am1970 OP Man 15 weeks ago
Twickenham |
Sarah was panting and moaning loudly now. My tongue was sliding rhythmically over her clitoris a mixture of circling and lateral movements that had her on the edge. I could see she was very close and pressed on thoroughly enjoying my self. I watched as my wife threw her head back and let out a loud moan of release grabbing the back of my head in pleasure. I felt the waves overcome her body and I looked up into her sparkling brown eyes and smiled. I always got so much out of being responsible for a woman’s ecstasy and today was no different.
Sarah was in a post orgasm haze and out of the corner of my eye I saw my phone light up.
“Fucking hell old man you’ve still got it, that was 🔥” it was Claire. My eyes darted to the French windows and despite the dark I saw the outline of a youthful, lithe and sexy body and a grinning face. My phone pinged again “ Aren’t you going to invite me in?” My God I thought how will Sarah react. I hope she will be pleased, I really think she will be.
I reached the windows and mouthed “what the fuck” through the pane Claire merely opened the black trench coat she was wearing to reveal her phenomenal naked student delights.
I opened the doors and let her in.
“Sarah” shouted “ we have a visitor”.
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By *am1970 OP Man 15 weeks ago
Twickenham |
That should have read “Sarah” I shouted. |
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By *am1970 OP Man 15 weeks ago
Twickenham |
“I’m not sure now is convenient” squealed Sarah clutching the nearest item, which happened to be a towel, to her glistening body.
“It’s Claire” I announced.
I saw the frisson of excitement surge through Sarah’s body and she could barely resist a small smile. She was, however, determined to put on her stern face and pretend she was annoyedz
“You can’t just disappear and then turn up whenever you please” she said crossly.
Claire smiled at Sarah and dropped her coat on the floor. “Sorry” she said demurely with a cheeky grin plastered all over her face. “ I just saw you two were enjoying yourselves and wondered if there was room for one more to join in”
She crossed the room and gave Sarah a hug that promised so much more. Sarah’s towel slipped and their breasts pressed against each other, the contrast in skin tones provided a rich tapestry. Claire’s hand brushed Sarah’s cheek and slid down her neck to her tiny tits My wife’s nipples reacted instantly and she inhaled sharply. “Claire” she started “I don’t think…” Claire put a finger over Sarah’s lips looked her in the eyes and kissed her passionately. Sarah’s response was instantaneous hungrily devouring Claire’s advances. “ Gere we go again I though happily. |
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Wow!! What a hot story already |
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By *am1970 OP Man 15 weeks ago
Twickenham |
I watched as Claire and Sarah became re-acquainted. They explored each others bodies with endearing enthusiasm. Sarah looked longingly into our young friend’s eyes, purposefully placing her hand between Claire’s milky thighs. Claire’s eyes rolled back in her head as she willingly accepted Sarah’s attentions. The hand massaged Claire’s bald gash and her wetness was a clear indication of how much she was enjoying herself. Sarah’s small fingers went to work teasing and tantalising in equal measure.
The last time they had been together Claire had been in complete control but this time Sarah was determined to assert her dominant character, Claire was responding with great gusto. Sarah eased Claire back into the couch and the position I’d been in only 30 minutes ago was now taken up by Claire. Sarah was quickly onto her knees and about to feast on our beautiful guests wetness.
Claire held her head back with a flat palm “wait” she said.
“Sam” I was standing directly behind Sarah, Claire had never once called me by my name and for some strange reason this made me nervous.”I want to spend the night with your wife. You can join in when directed, but right now I need you to go to my university lodgings and collect an overnight bag.”
“But” I stammered horrified by the thought of missing any of the action. “I want to be here, I can’t miss this”
Claire continued as if she hadn’t heard me. “The halls of residence are the first on the left, Nelson Mandela House, ring number 33” whilst saying this she’d directed Sarah’s head deep between her legs and closed her eyes as Sarah went to work.
She opened them one more time to add “ask for Ayesha she will sort everything out for you” she gave me a wink and a grin and turned her attention back to my wife who was enjoying experiencing licking another female for only the second time. “Do all women taste like this” she asked Claire “it’s absolutely divine.
I turned on my heels and went to get dressed to fulfil my mission. Gutted to miss this but the way Claire winked when she mentioned Ayesha had made me very curious, very curios indeed. |
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Fabulous
Brilliant continuation !!
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Fantastic story and looking forward to more 👍🔥🔥 |
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By *am1970 OP Man 15 weeks ago
Twickenham |
I poked my head round the door to say goodbye before running my errand
Sarah was lying on the floor her legs wide open as Claire kissed her neck, fingers sliding in and out of my wife’s vagina, thumb manipulating her pretty little clit. Claire’s round and peachy bottom was in the air and my cock leapt to attention. I was at the ready to take advantage of this perfect opportunity to fuck Claire from behind whilst she pleasured my wife.
I was desperate to do this but knew that I was currently surplus to requirements.
Claire had a different mission for me, a wider plan and my curiosity to meet her young student girlfriend was enough to drag me away. I reached for the car keys from the bowl on the sideboard by the door.
Convinced my two glasses of champagne an hour earlier were not enough to take me over the limit I jumped in the drivers seat. To be honest I was more concerned about driving with a raging hard on depriving my brain of oxygen.
The university was only a short drive away and I pulled into an empty visitors parking space. The big purple sign on the building in front of me announced need itself as Mandela House.
A smattering of lights were on and d*unken student voices could be heard in the distance. I tried not to reflect on my time at university and how Sarah and I had spent so much time together, mostly in bed.
With these thoughts in my mind I approached the front door and the buzzer keypad. I buzzed number 33 but there was no answer. I tried again and got the same result. What the fuck was going on? I was missing a repeat of the best sexual experience I had to stand outside a Uni’ hall for apparently no reason.
I heard footsteps behind me and a young man was semi staggering towards the door, keys in one hand and beer in the other. “Hey”, he said
“Are you the pizza guy?”
Once, I’d convinced him that I did not have three 12” pepperonis and a 5” vegan special and that I was picking something up from Ayesha he smiled.
“Everyone loves Ayesha” he said “have you been trying long? Only the buzzer hasn’t worked for weeks. Here let me let you in 33 is third floor, lift doesn’t work either”
My new friend disappeared into a room on the ground floor and I hit the stairs. What would be waiting for me at 33 my imagination was running wild |
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Looking forward to the contents of number 33. 🍆 🍆 🍆 |
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By *am1970 OP Man 15 weeks ago
Twickenham |
I got to the third floor ever so slightly out of breath and paused to gather myself. Ever since Claire had told me her abridged life story I’d longed to catch a glimpse of Ayesha. There had been the odd sad occasion when Sarah was at Badminton and I’d taken a walk through the campus in hope of bumping into Claire and also of spotting the friend and lover she had described with obvious affection. I’d had visions of them cavorting in the campus lawns my overactive imagination, once more, the better of me.
Music was playing from within the room it was Dionne Warwick’s “Walk on By” - no chance I thought, I’m missing all the fun at home I have to at the very least meet the erotic dancer behind this door.
I tentatively tapped at the door and heard padded footsteps approach. My heart was in my mouth and I felt a familiar stirring in my loins.
Ayesha partially opened the door and a head appeared from behind, quizzically sizing up her visitor. Long black hair cascaded down the side of her face. She had beautiful flawless brown skin that confirmed her South East Asian heritage, long dark lashes that sat above delightfully big brown eyes. Her smile made her face even more radiant. The position of her head behind the door suggested she was taller than I had thought she would be. Her face broke into a big smile that accentuated her gorgeous face. “You must be Sam” she said “I was sort of expecting you. Though I thought you might try and dig your heels in and stay at home. I’m sure I wouldn’t have wanted to leave, Claire in full flow, she is quite difficult to top as you know” Ayesha was well spoken with a hint of a South London accent.
“She promised I’d meet you” I responded nervously. “I thought that might be adequate compensation”
Ayesha chuckled. “ quite the charmer” she laughed “ I can see why she likes you - do come in” she opened the door wide. My eyes popped out on stalks.and my chin hit the floor.
If the introduction to Ayesha’s face was not a vision enough, the full reveal was beyond anything I could possibly have hoped for.
Long, lithe, limbs and an exquisite body that would not have been out of place on a catwalk in Milan, except her breasts were marginally a bit fuller than most super models. To cap it all she was wearing a lilac camisole top and matching silky French knickers revealing the longest, most amazing legs you could ever wish to see.
“Fuck your stunning” the words were out of my mouth before they could stop myself. I made a mental note to contact the GP to make sure that I had not instantaneously contracted a rare form of tourettes.
“Yes, quite the charmer” Ayesha repeated. Come and sit down in that chair I have Claire’s overnight bag but before you go we have some other business to attend to. Would you like a cup of tea?” |
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Absolutely brilliant, I can't wait for more |
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By *untooMan 15 weeks ago
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This is so good, I’m hooked |
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By *lugoneMan 15 weeks ago
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Brilliant addition to the first story |
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Excellent and looking forward to more 👍🔥🔥 |
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Kettles always take a lifetime when you're waiting for them. Lol. 🍆 🍆 🍆 |
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By *am1970 OP Man 15 weeks ago
Twickenham |
Ayesha handed me a mug. It had jade and white horizontal stripes and was emblazoned with the letters M&F. I resisted the temptation to ask if this was the work of a dyslexic member of Fortnum and Mason’s marketing team. I think it is always important to know your audience!
“Nice mug” I offered instead.
“Yes”! Ayesha replied they are from the club, stands for Mike and Fiona. I remembered Claire telling us about this. Ayesha had seduced Claire during Fresher’s Week and had introduced her to the world of erotic dancing.
Mike and Fiona were the owners of the club. I could imagine Ayesha and Claire working well together, two stunning, gorgeous young women with different but undoubtedly equal charms, gold dust to the owners.
Ayesha sat on the side of the double bed, her hands resting by her side. Since when did University halls have double beds I thought.
My thoughts quickly switched to other matters as Ayesha sitting down and leaning forward had provided me with a front seat view of the majority of her beautiful, symmetrical and perfectly formed breasts. In addition her French knickers had ridden up slightly offering a sight of her inner and outer thighs that had my pulse racing.
“Nice tea” I offered. This vision of loveliness had turned me to jelly and my usual wit and repartee had deserted me.
“You do know Claire set all of this up, don’t you?” She asked
Ayesha looked a little nervous. “I might be older than her but she is an unstoppable force and usually has everything very carefully planned”
“I had noticed” I laughed thinking back to how 6 months ago she had effortlessly planned the seduction of Sarah and manufactured the threesome I had thought impossible.
Ayesha tried again “the overnight bag is sitting there waiting. I was expecting you. I’m to convince you to put everything into a task she has set for you and I do know it is important. You have to get Sarah to visit the club” Ayesha had said that with surprising urgency.
“Well that is easier said than done. Sarah thinks clubs with exotic dancers are promiscuous and exploitative” I replied
“Sam, Claire says you are a lovely man, she did add… for a boring old fucker but I know she really likes both of you. I can’t tell you why but Sarah visiting is more important than you can possiblyimagine.”
I started to protest some more but Ayesha was on her feet, her finger pressed against my lips and I was face to face with her camisole covered torso. “No more talk Sam. I’m going to give you a taster of what you will see when you visit tomorrow. I know Sarah is away on business and you will be our very special guest.
Ayesha was standing in front of me now and lent down till her cheek was next to mine, her beautiful silky hair cascaded over my head and I got full benefit of her expensive but subtle perfume. Her bare shoulder was pressed against mine, we were cheek to cheek and her knee was in my groin. She whispered in my ear “no touching Sam, just sit back and enjoy yourself”
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Absolutely incredible, got me hooked again |
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By *am1970 OP Man 15 weeks ago
Twickenham |
Ayesha stood back and allowed me a full view of her. She must be 5”10 I thought, Amazonian would not have been accurate as her arms and legs were so feminine and slender, she turned to the bed behind her and picked up a long thin piece of silky material. Her arse was in perfect proportion to her body. Her camisole rode up to show that there was not an ounce of fat around her midriff. “Alexa play “Smooth Operator by Sade”
Alexa acquiesced and music filled the room.
Ayesha’a movements were slow but purposeful, her hips gyrated in time with the music. My cock was bulging in my trousers and Ayesha circled my chair offering different angles of her loveliness.
She reached for my hands and moved them to meet each other behind my back. The silken fabric tightly bounded my wrists together. “Just in case you get ideas” she demurred.
Ayesha was now slipping the straps of her camisole over her shoulders till it slipped down her torso, her breasts, released from captivity, moved in perfect time with her body. They were magnificent, full and plump. Ayesha sat on my knee and covered my face with her tits. I tried to kiss her and lick her nipples but she moved back to stop it. Her breath was in my ear again “you like this” she asked huskily.
I was speechless but the huge sigh of pleasure I gave was adequate enough a response.
She held my cheek and kissed me softly on the lips, pulling back leaving me wanting more again. “You see it is a special club” she murmured “this is just a taster”
She turned around sat on my lap and gyrated her hips again, grinding her pelvis into my cock. I almost came on the spot. She was now naked from the waist up and the little French knickers accentuated her perfect brown skin and taut body.
She looked me in the eyes again.
“I’m going to dance in front of you whilst you play with yourself till you cum. Understood!”
I nodded my agreement - what else could I do.
Ayesha released my hands and once again was in front of me.
“Now wank yourself off Sam, I want to see your contorted face and your sperm squirting from your dick”
“You say the nicest things” I started, Ayesha put her hand in her French knickers inserted two fingers into her vagina and slipped them in my mouth. “Don’t talk, just wank”
I stroked myself, my eyes burning into Ayesha’s loveliness. She danced and smiled encouragingly, I longed for her touch but knew it wasn’t coming. I started to breathe heavier my facial features encouraging Ayesha’s movements and her incessant teasing. She leaned over me her tits in my face again. I wanked with intensity slow but long and could wait no longer “mmmmmm” Ayesha purred “good boy”.
My cum was everywhere and for the first time She reached down and touched my cock. Electricity shot through my body. Her hands were gathering my cum. “Open wide Sam” she smiled and with that she fed as much of my sperm as possible into my mouth and across my face.
“Beautiful” she purred. “I told you it was a taster” |
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Fantastic and looking forward to more 👍🔥🔥 |
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By *am1970 OP Man 15 weeks ago
Twickenham |
Ayesha slipped back into the sexy lilac camisole as I cleaned myself up.
It was only then that I noticed the discreet F and M embossed just above her night breast. So this was a uniform for the club I thought. It made me think longingly of the evening ahead. “Why were Claire and Ayesha so keen that I visit? I wasn’t complaining but, even more intriguing was their obsession with Sarah becoming acquainted with the place.
“Ayesha was back sitting in the edge of her bed. I was particularly struck by her beautiful, black, silky hair that cascaded down her back like a serene waterfall. She had tucked one side behind her ear and I was trying to decide if she was a beauty or a cutey. I decided she was probably both at once.
“You should get back with Claire’s bag” Ayesha demurred, boy she was classy I thought.I was torn. I wanted to stay and chance my arm with this exquisite, exotic creature but I knew that what was happening at home was equally appealing. “Come with me?” I said, conscious that my voice sounded a tiny bit desperate.
Ayesha smiled at me but shook her head. “Not this time Sam, but, if you achieve your mission who knows what pleasures await.” She gestured to the bag and the door with her soulful eyes.
Two things immediately sprang to mind…, how the fuck was I going to get Sarah to the last place on earth she would want to visit and how was I going to walk the short distance to my car with this raging erection? What was wrong with me I’d ejaculated only five minutes ago. Ayesha seemed to instinctively know what I was thinking. “You’ll work it out,” she smiled “Sarah will be intrigued and after the time Claire has spent with her tonight your mission should be made easier.by that. Also…” she added “next time you won’t be walking away with an erection, in fact I’ll be surprised if you have the energy to walk at all.” She flashed me a dazzling smile, opened her long legs wide and provocatively put her hand over her French knickers.
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By *am1970 OP Man 15 weeks ago
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The drive home was tortuous. The bulge in my pants a strange fusion of discomfort and hope.
What would I walk into? Would Claire and Sarah let me join in? Would they be too exhausted and be relaxing over a glass of Sauvignon?
I imagined fucking Claire from behind. The last thing I’d seen, as I walked out the door earlier, was her peachy arse in the air as she feasted on my wife’s cunt. I dreamt of this and sliding my cock over Claire’s pussy as I held her lovely slender hips, her pussy sucking me in. Being deep inside her, filing her up with my erection , my balls bouncing against her soft cheeks.
How I avoided the fox in the middle of the road I’ll never know, but it did bring me back to reality and I concluded the short journey home without any further drama. I could see the bedroom light was still on and my hopes soared.
The reality was that they were both asleep. Sarah was on her back snoring softly. Her petite body a picture, little tits a flat stomach and a neatly trimmed bush. Her face gave off an air of satisfaction and I knew in this that a bomb going off would not make her stir.
Claire was in her front her left arm splayed between Sarah’s bee sting breasts. Her blonde hair simultaneously adorned the pillow and her pretty face. The arse I’d dreamed of was fully on show and I groaned inwardly with frustration. “Would it be bad to stand here and have another wank” I thought. I decided it would be a little unseemly and instead I affectionately stroked Claire’s back.she gave a small appreciative grunt and turned over, still asleep but conscious of my touch. I could see her full round breasts now. They were classically magnificent and I so wanted to touch them. Whilst deliberating and deciding this would be inappropriate, Claire’s eyes opened, she smiled and gave me one of her knowing winks. She reached beneath my legs. “Fuck me old man, what did Ayesha do to you”
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So glad I found this follow up! |
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Excellent as always and looking forward to more 👍🔥🔥 |
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By *am1970 OP Man 15 weeks ago
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I gasped at the suddenness with which Claire had put her hand between my legs. She’d started to stroke my erection and my eyes rolled back in my head. “Did you get my bag” Claire enquired not missing a beat with her hand action. “Yes” I croaked. She stopped. “Go and get it for me” I was desperate for her to carry on tossing me off and Claire sensed this. “Don’t worry old man. I’m not finished here by a long chalk” I smiled and patted her blonde bob. “Good to know” I replied trying to sound casual and failing miserably Claire giggled “Should we go to the spare room so as not to disturb Sarah?” “Don’t worry I replied a travelling circus could march through and back and she would not have a clue.” Claire giggled again. I was holding her bag now a small light blue rucksack with a dark blue drawstring and hearts on the front pocket. “Why do you want this?” I asked “I was hoping you would not be putting on pyjamas just yet?”
Claire chose to ignore the question. She was sitting up now, her beautiful blue eyes fixed on my face. “You’re good looking for an oldie” she laughed. Her tits juggled up and down as her shoulders responded to her laugh. “Well you are fucking sensational in every way” I responded. Claire was rummaging through her bag and I detected a mischievous look on her face. Her hand emerged from the bag to reveal her bullet wand vibrator.
“Isn’t Ayesha thoughtful” Claire smiled. “Come here and stand in front of me.
Claire took my cock in her hand again only this time it was within a matter of inches from her face. She held it and licked it like it was a lollipop and I groaned with pleasure. With her other hand she flicked a switch on the vibrator and a low hum filled the room. If she was going to use that on herself I wanted to see I thought.
I hadn’t reckoned that I might be the target for her throbbing sex toy. I first felt it below my balls and on my inner thigh, she was moving it around my nether regions in time with her blonde head bobbing up and down on my cock. I felt it slide between my buttock cheeks buzzing against my ring piece. Every nerve end
was on red alert. Claire’s tongue swirled round my bell end, her saliva mixing with my pre cum like long lost friends. “Fucking hell” I gasped Claire took a brief break from sucking me off, switched the bullet to her left hand and put her hand in her bag again. “Bloody bell, what next?” I thought to myself. Her fingers emerged from the bag and she reached round. I felt a wetness around my arsehole. Her fingers probing. Whatever was on her fingers was being transferred to my arse and up my bum. It didn’t take a genius to guess it was lube and what Claire had in store for me next. She took my cock in her mouth again her right hand probing my ring piece with the buzzing bullet and slowly slid it in. There was a sharpish pain but the toy was small and the pain was replaced with a feeling of intense pleasure.
Claire fucked me with her mouth greedily devouring my cock, driving me absolutely wild with her doubled up efforts. It was too much, my body became tense, the bullet was driven into my arse one more time and I exploded in Claire’s mouth my whole body overcome with the incredible sensations Claire’s attentions were having on me. She licked up every drop and slowly withdrew the toy from my arse. I lay across the bottom of the bed, well and truly drained.
Claire was looking very pleased with her efforts
“Now” she said “as soon as you’ve recovered me all about your time with Ayesha” |
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By *am1970 OP Man 15 weeks ago
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“Yes, she is beautiful” agreed Claire. “All hair, legs and peachy tits - I love her”
“Adorable” I agreed.
“She seemed very keen on me getting Sarah to the club, said it was important.” I added
Claire went a little quiet and looked at the floor.
“Do you think you can do it?” She asked in a quiet voice.
“I doubt it” I said, “she’s a bit of a feminist and thinks these places are exploitative and degrading”
“Come tonight” Claire pleaded “you might find things that will persuade you otherwise”
“Claire,I would not miss it for the world and
I will try but surely she would be more likely to be persuaded by you?”
“I cant explain but you have to trust me. It won’t work if it’s me that persuades her”
I looked at her quizzically “are you in some sort of trouble? This is not making sense.”
“Just think of the reward Ayesha and I will give you if you succeed. I bet she said you wouldn’t be able to walk at all for a while after we’d finished with you.” Claire looked up at me from beneath her fringe and gave me a small smile.
The first time I’d detected the slightest lack of confidence in her and she still managed to look like the sexiest young woman on this planet.
“Will you be wearing the M&F uniform “ I teased.
“Oh yes,” she winked “tonight is red night - my favourite, imagine Ayesha dressed in that”
“What are you talking about dears, I must have dropped off.” Sarah sat up blinking “Claire, I do hope you haven’t been telling tales” |
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By *am1970 OP Man 14 weeks ago
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I’d left Claire and Sarah in the main bedroom and slept in the spare room. Everyone was spent from the earlier shenanigans. Sarah had not stayed awake long and was clearly in a sexually satisfied haze. She was leaving for her business trip fairly soon and was never one to compromise on getting her 8 hours.
Claire and I had briefly continued our conversation about my scheduled visit to M&F’s Private Members Club. I was still at a loss as to why this was so important to both Ayesha and Claire and Claire did not seem keen to enlighten me.
I woke later than I normally would and heard voices in the kitchen. I stretched and yawned and pulled on my loungewear bottoms.
Claire was sitting at the breakfast bar, I’d never seen her wearing much make up but, now she had none on at all. The natural look suited her, I detected a few freckles on her pretty little nose and her blonde hair tousled and unkempt looked sexy as hell. Clearly there had been no pyjamas in her overnight bag as she was wearing an old grey tee shirt of mine and a pair of Sarah’s jogging bottoms.
Sarah, was showered and dressed, she would have to leave for her train soon and her sharp business suit with knee length skirt and crisp white blouse was in clear contrast to Claire’s casual attire.
“Good morning darling” Sarah smiled “I have to say Claire is an agreeable bedfellow. I was able to dispense with the ear plugs, she didn’t snore at all - would you like tea?” I nodded, remembering the last person to make me tea was Ayesha, visions of her beauty invaded my sub-conscious and my mind turned to the excitement and expectations associated with what I was to do later that day. Claire and Ayesha in the same room would be dynamite!
“ I think you approved of the morning massage you got as well” Claire added cheekily. Sarah blushed bright red, confirming my suspicions that what had happened between them this morning was slightly more erotic than a mere massage. I tried to block out the images my brain was sending to my dick and reached for the Muesli.
“My taxi will be here in 5 minutes” Sarah announced. “Will you run Claire back to her Uni’, she has a lecture at 9.30am
“It will be my pleasure” I concurred. |
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By *am1970 OP Man 14 weeks ago
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“I need a shower” Claire announced. Sarah’s taxi had arrived on time and by now she was well on her way to the airport.
“Help yourself gorgeous” I replied
“I will she said but, I can never work out how different showers work and how to get the temperature right. I need to know which knob to turn” she had seductively turned her eyes up to meet my gaze at the end of the sentence. Her eyes, peering up from below her blonde fringe, were a hopeless effort to look innocent and helpless. The grin that followed a clear implication that the mechanics of the shower were actually the last thing on her mind.
“Give me two minutes and follow me up Grandad.”
Claire flounced out of the kitchen brushing my groin with her hand as she walked past me. I followed her sexy strut out of the door, the baggy jogging bottoms tried to disguise the shape of her sublime arse but failed miserably.
“Today, is going to be a good day” I thought to myself. I heard the jets of the shower playing on the floor of the cubicle and headed for the stairs. |
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By *am1970 OP Man 14 weeks ago
Twickenham |
Claire’s silhouette filled the shower cubicle. She had left the door open and the shampoo she had used to wash her hair left trails of soap over her breasts, torso and down the inside of her thighs. Her wet hair was plastered across her face, droplets of water adorned her sensational body. “Get your kit off old man I need someone to scrub my back.” She threw her head back to allow jets of water to splash her pretty face, at the same time pushing out her chest and giving me the full benefit of her magnificent tits. Her nipples were fully erect and the anticipation of joining her and lathering her whole beautiful body made me shed my clothes with alarming alacrity.
“Steady on” she laughed “you’ll give yourself a hernia” She smiled and offered me the soap, I took it and joined her in the cubicle.
The feel of her body was sensational, the soap made her body slippery and somehow more accessible. She turned her back to me and pushed her peachy arse into my cock as I held her close, massaging her breasts her nipples hardening between my fingers.
The lubrication from the soap allowed my penis to slide between her cheeks giving the feeling of actually being inside her, whilst my cock was simultaneously stimulating her clitoris. She pushed back against me even more, moaning softly her hands pushed against the shower wall.
I could feel the contrast of soapy water and Claire’s natural juices on me. Long slow stokes of my cock were driving her wild and my right hand slid down from her breast along her soft skin and down to her clitoris. She moaned and writhed living the attention her breathing getting shallower, her moans turning to soft screams as her body shuddered in pleasure.
She turned into me, I could feel the soapy breasts on my chest, her lips met mine and we shared wet kisses. Claire’s hand reached between my thighs and she started to administer the most sensual, slow soapy wank you could imagine, whilst continuing to French kiss me passionately. It was too much I erupted in her hands holding her tightly and feeling like I wanted to stay in this moment forever.
Claire skipped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a big fluffy towel. “I need to go old man. I’m meeting Ayesha for lunch and then we are meeting you at the train station and introducing you to M&F’s.” Clearly I had no say in the matter but if I had there is no way I was missing the Claire and Ayesha show anyway.
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By *am1970 OP Man 14 weeks ago
Twickenham |
Claire had left pretty quickly after our shower together. She had made me promise to be at the train station late afternoon and implored me to develop a strategy to get my wife to visit within the week.
Exhausted by a combination of a lack of sleep and amazing sex I’d taken to the settee and had fallen asleep whist flicking through the sports channels. I’d woken with a jerk whilst dreaming that Sarah was naked on the stage at M&F’s, swinging a black thong around her head and singing “I am what I am” by Gloria Gaynor. Ayesha and Claire were sitting in the front row in matching black M&F camisoles and French Knickers cheering loudly. In addition, the entire membership of a Sarah’s badminton club had been looking on muttering that they had always known she’d have great nipples.
“Fuck” I thought as I made myself a cup of tea “these beautiful women were living, rent free, inside my head”.
The rest of the day was uneventful and I strolled down to the train station at 4.30pm to meet my two beautiful university buddies. Claire and Ayesha were both already on the platform. Claire greeted me with enthusiasm, whilst Ayesha looked on, almost shyly.
Claire was wearing the tiny black leather mini skirt she’d had on when I’d first met her in the park 6 months ago. The matching, slightly too small, black tee shirt and cardigan hugged her body and she was attracting a lot of admiring glances. Ayesha was dressed more conservatively in skin tight jeans and a red roll neck jumper, which contrasted beautifully with her hair and flawless brown complexion.
We made an unusual threesome as we boarded the train for central London and all that I could think about was Ayesha promise of what would happen if I was successful in the mission they had set me.
I was a little at a loss for conversation and considered telling them about the dream I’d had earlier. I looked at Claire’s cheeky but stunning features and Ayesha's demure beauty and decided that I probably might sound like a bit of a pervert,
The undergraduate friends appeared to be sharing a private joke. Claire leaned across her hand purposefully in my groin and whispered.
“ I think you’ll enjoy yourself tonight old man”
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OMG absolutely amazing I can't wait for the next chapter |
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And so the best story on fab continues! 😜 |
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By *am1970 OP Man 14 weeks ago
Twickenham |
We’d entered the club via a plain black door down a side alley. There was no signage to announce its existence.
The front desk was manned by a big burly Scotsman, who gave off the air of a slightly smaller and fairer Robbie Coltrane, he greeted the girls warmly and with genuine affection. “You’re lovely to have these girls as pals” he offered in my direction. “I’ve been working here a while and I’ve never known the like…beauty and brains personified, but I guess you know that already?” He’d signed me into the club with great diligence and formality. “Have to make sure the boys in blue have nothing to complain about” he’d winked “they do spit checks all the time.. Randy buggers” he’d laughed.
Ayesha and Claire both gave a very pleased Mac a kiss on the cheek and guided me beyond a curtained door and into the club.
I was surprised by how small the main room was. It was beautifully decorated with deep velvet panelled walls and gold trimmings. The lighting had a decorative crystal effect It was reasonably light and dark red table cloths adorned a smattering of big round tables.
Several statuesque and attractive young women were working the room carrying trays of drinks. The red uniforms did indeed look stunning, had added killer, but classy, held to the outfit. Camisoles and French knickers were now officially my favourite outfit. Claire guided me to a table next to a small stage whilst Ayesha brought me a bottle of Moretti.
“We have to go and change old man” she smiled. “Enjoy your beer. We’ll be back soon.”
With a wink she put her arm through Ayeshas and they disappeared through a door at the back of the stage. |
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Amazing and wonderful story
Gets better and better!
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I'm so ready for more of this wonderful story |
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By *am1970 OP Man 14 weeks ago
Twickenham |
I settled back to enjoy the beer and the ambience. It was definitely enhanced by a bevvy of very attractive young women sporting red camisoles, red silky French knickers and classy kitten heels.
They worked the tables diligently, dispensing drinks and flirty smiles in equal measures. A young French lady came to replace my empty bottle, she was classically French, chic with a pixie style haircut, dancing eyes and tanned long legs. She introduced herself as Michelle and smirked that Claire had told her all about me. “Enjoy your drink Sam” she purred as she sashayed away her pert little bottom wiggling sexily.
I’d been so distracted I hadn’t noticed the sharply dressed man slide into the seat next to me. He was wearing a check flash sports jacket, a white shirt with an open neck. Additional open buttons displayed a hairy chest and gold shiny medallion. “Alright mate” he grunted. He had slicked back hair and sported an intentional unshaven appearance. I nodded.
“So you’re the famous old man that Claire goes on abaaht?” He wheezed. I’d quickly come to the conclusion that the accent was classic ‘mockney’ He probably went to some posh public school and had tried to re-invent himself as some sort of gangster after a disappointing set of A levels. “Sam” I offered “pleased to meet you” I’d added, not meaning it at all.
“Marco” he offered his hand which I politely shook. His effort at a crushing handshake was lame and his clammy hand was screaming wet fish!
“And here they are” he declared. Ayesha and Claire had re-appeared from the back room. My heart jumped. My god I knew they were beautiful but, as a pair together dressed in their uniforms they were as close to perfection as anyone could wish to see.
“Come and sit dahn girls” Marco leered.
Claire and Ayesha had fixed smiles on their face but they did not look pleased to see Marco at all. |
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By *am1970 OP Man 14 weeks ago
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Marco was leering at them both and their hostility to this was palpable.
“Why don’t you fuck off and leave us all alone” Claire growled. I’d never seen her like this her eyes were fiery and her fists were clenched by her side. Ayesha looked nervous head bowed and eyes fixed on the floor.
Marco sneered “ well that’s no type of welcome from my favourite sexy ladies. You need to be careful insulting the customers like that”
Steam was coming out of Claire’s ears. “Sam” , she addressed me “this is Mike’s sleazy younger brother Mark. He’s a bully, a sex pest and possibly the most unpleasant weasel you could ever wish to meet”
“Be careful” Marco (or Mark) growled “you are making your beautiful sexy friend nervous”
Mac had spotted the altercation and made his way over to intervene.
“Back off Mark” his soft Scottish accent exuding authority. “ you’ll upset your brother and Fiona and you’ll earn yourself another ban”
Mark looked Mac up and down and withdrew to the bar area lurching at Michelle and getting his advances smacked away with confident Gallic assurance..
Claire was comforting Ayesha, wiping away a tear with her hand and hugging her tenderly. Their red uniforms, contrasting complexions and immaculate looks painted a beautiful picture. However, this was the first time I’d detected any vulnerability in either of these confident sexy ladies and my first instinct was to wonder how I could help them.
“What is going on?” I asked
Claire looked at Ayesha and fixed her with a look that meant business. Claire in this mood is impossible to deny I thought. “We have to tell someone- this can’t continue” Claire urged her friend.
Ayesha’s eyes were wet and she reluctantly complied with Claire’s request.
Claire looked at me, a small crack in her usual confidence exposed“ Come with us Sam - we need your help” |
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I can't wait to find out what happens next |
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Nice and looking forward to more 👍🔥🔥 |
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Loving this story, I can't wait for the next installment |
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By *am1970 OP Man 14 weeks ago
Twickenham |
I’d followed my two beautiful young friends through the door by the stage. They’d nodded at a young man behind a desk to indicate that me being there was ok.
We were in a long ish corridor with numbered rooms on each side.
Claire took some time to explain, that after late shifts staff were allowed to stay the night in these rooms. Also if staff were particularly friendly with any customers they were allowed to bring them in for a ‘fun break’.
There were strict rules that money must not change hands. The girls were well enough paid and looked after to ensure they did not have to to turn tricks and Mike and Fiona ran a really strict operation.
If there was a hint that girls were breaking the rules on this they were instantly dismissed. Fiona in particular ruled the place with fierce pride and she was unrelenting and totally inflexible when it came to rule breaking.
I looked forward to meeting them, they seemed firm but fair and maybe even Sarah would appreciate they were looking after the girls welfare.
Claire grabbed my hand and pulled me in through a black door with a white number 3 on the front. Ayesha followed still looking upset and very subdued.
“The thing is” Claire started “this is very delicate and it could turn out very badly for my lovely friend and that can’t happen” her eyes were passionately focused on Ayesha who looked up and nodded. “We both like and trust you Sam and we desperately need your help” I nodded “strictly confidential” I agreed.
Claire smiled and made a start “Fiona and Mike have strict rules, we know where we stand, the work and conditions are great. Unfortunately, Ayesha has messed up” Ayesha whimpered unsuccessfully trying to hold back the big tears that were now cascading down her cheeks.
Claire stopped and squeezed her hand keeping hold of it as she continued with the story.
“One of the rules, and Mike agrees it is absolutely essential, is that he does not get involved in any way with the staff. He and Fiona make it clear that it would be bad business, could be interpreted as exploitative and would be a massive strain on their marriage.”
Ayesha was beginning to pul herself together. “Let me explain please Claire” she said “it sounds really bad and I’d rather tell the story myself” she looked broken. Claire smiled at her “ok lovely, you go for it, I’ll dive in if you need help”
Ayesha’s sadness and desperation gave a different perspective to her beauty and I could see how easy it would be for anybody to fall in love with her. she was stunning!
“I’d been working here for two years” she started “everything had been going brilliantly, I’d met Claire at university and we immediately became close - working together seemed the next natural step and at first it was such a lot of fun. It was good for business too the banter and flirting was off the scale. We both enjoyed the odd ‘fun break’, sometimes together and the club was thriving.” Ayesha paused gulping back some tears. Claire seamlessly took over.
“ Mark was a total dick then too but Mike and Fiona kept him on a short leash but on the whole he seemed pretty harmless.
Unfortunately, one evening, Fiona had had to get Mac to run her home as she was feeling unwell. Mike was cashing up and failed to spot that Mark was making a nuisance of himself. Ayesha and I had planned to stay together in one of the rooms but at the time I’d developed a really close relationship with one of the customers and when he’d showed up late I’d taken him to the room next door to the one we’d planned to stay in.
After about 15 minutes, and when I had my man’s cock in my mouth, I heard loud voices from the room Ayesha was in.
Mark had got into the room and Ayesha was busy repelling his over amorous advances. She was more than holding her own. I stood in the doorway horrified but proud at how strong she was being. Mike had then burst past grabbed Mark by the collar and thrown him out of the club.
I’d gone back to fucking the life out of my friend assuming Ayesha had gone to sleep”
Ayesha coughed and looked at Claire.
“I hadn’t though, Mike had invited me for a drink to calm my nerves, he was good company and one thing led to another. I knew it was wrong but he’d been so kind and Claire’s loud shagging next door had turned us both on. He’d been a fantastic lover and we’d probably covered the entire karma sutra a couple of times over by the time the night was out.
“But surely no one knew” I asked “just a question of keeping quiet, covering your tracks and denying everything”
“That’s what I thought” Ayesha answered
“What I didn’t know was that the bastard had set up a recording device”
“Why would Mike do that” I asked
“Not Mike you idiot” Claire responded “Mark, he was so delusional he thought Ayesha would be putty in his hands and he wanted it filmed. He’s been using it against Ayesha ever since.
“Fuck” I said “ I don’t suppose me beating the shit out of him would help”
They both smiled. “Thank you Sam,” Ayesha said soulfully, “it wouldn’t but getting Sarah to visit the club might”
“How?” I asked trying to hide the incredulity in my voice.
Claire was quick to answer the question “He found out we were having the time of our lives as a threesome and getting you both here is one of his demands. He hates me because I hate him. Simple as that really”
I looked at them both. You couldn’t help but love these two, they had spirit and personality in abundance and, despite the problems they faced they were the most gorgeous creatures on earth. Wanting to help them in their distress was an absolute given.
“I’ll do my best on one condition” I said. “Your offer of the pair of you fucking me till I am unable to use my legs is only if you want to and..”
That’s two conditions” Claire interrupted
I held my hand up “and you have to find a way to involve Sarah as well”
The mood was slightly lightened and they both laughed. Ayesha looked fondly at Claire and opened her pretty mouth “You’re right he is a greedy old fucker isn’t he” she laughed.
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Wow!! Absolutely fabulous story, awaiting the next chapter already |
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Excellent and looking forward to more 👍🔥🔥 |
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By *am1970 OP Man 14 weeks ago
Twickenham |
When they returned to the main room Mark was gone. Claire and Ayesha were teased by Michelle accusing them of taking me off for a ‘Very long fun break’. They didn’t deny it as it suited the narrative and was a convenient way of explaining their absence for the last 30 minutes or so.
Mac came over to make sure everything was ok and the evening continued uneventfully, if you can call being in the company of 15 or so scantily clad babes uneventful that is.
At the end of the night I booked an Uber and shared it with my companions I sat in the back in the middle with both girls resting their tired heads on my shoulders, coats concealing their sexy attire, slight gaps, only visible to me, providing glimpses of flesh and red satin.
Claire reached across, grabbed Ayesha’s hand and placed it in my lap, giggling uncontrollably as she did so. Ayesha gave my cock a playful squeeze leaned across me so I felt her beautiful body against mine and pulled Claire’s coat open. Grabbing my hand she placed it on Claire’s camisole covered breast., holding it there so that I got full benefit of her soft natural bosom. Ayesha’s face was in my face and she tenderly kissed me as my hand was still fondling Claire.
Ayesha’s kiss was gradually became more passionate and I was conscious of fingers fiddling with the zip on my jeans. My hands were now all over Ayesha’s lovely toned glutes sliding into her French knickers and her soft moaning appreciation was driving me wild.
My, by now, rock hard cock had been released and Claire’s blonde bobbed head was heading south to pay it the attention it craved. I felt her soft wet lips take me into her mouth, her tongue working its magic as Ayesha’s kisses were making me hotter and hotter.Ayesha’s coat was now open and she had released one of her perfect 32B’s, offering my mouth a perfectly erect brown nipple which I greedily feasted upon.
Ayesha was becoming more and more excited and I could see out of the corner of my eye that Claire was multi-tasking. Her head was bobbing up and down on my erection whilst her lovely small fingers were inside Ayesha’s knickers , skilfully manipulating her to a shuddering orgasm her excited body pressed into me in the back seat. This was too much and it created a domino effect. I unloaded copious amounts of cum into Claire’s willing mouth whilst I was still licking and sucking Ayesha’s nipples. “My god it can’t get any better” I thought
“Two for the price of one” laughed Claire. “ Hey driver this is our university halls, drop us off here won’t you” Ayesha smiled and gave me a find hug goodbye. Claire leaned across and whispered in my ear. “ Tomorrow we work on getting Sarah to the club. Hope you enjoyed the ride.” She kissed me in the cheek and the two goddesses disappeared into the night. |
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Hot as always and looking forward to more 👍🔥🔥 |
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It just keeps getting better. 🍆 🍆 🍆 |
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