02-07-2020, 08:01 AM
He inserted the very tip of his middle finger into my hot hole. I tried to get more into me, but he pulled back causing me to push my hips forward. Still he withdrew, teasing me maddeningly. He ran the tip of his fingernail along the tip of my pussy lips sending jangling electric impulses through my body. I was still trying to communicate with John. It was maddening. He suddenly ducked his head down and sucked my left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the auriola and making it harden almost painfully. I don't know how I prevented myself from crying out, because the ecstacy of it all was becoming too much to bear.
John was saying something, something about a summer holiday when he got back to the UK, but I was starting to lose concentration. I was unable to take in what he was saying.
Finally, the door bell came to my rescue. The famliar ringing transmitted itself down the phone line, giving me a plausible excuse for ending my phone call to John. I hung up the phone with a feeling of desperate relief.
"Now who the fuck can that be?", Alan said, clearly irritated by the interruption.
I was more relieved than I could say - this had been a close one. "I'll find out". I said. I ran to my bedroom and grabbed my dressing gown, pulling it on and fastening it as I ran down the stairs to the front door of the flat. I reached the door and opened it to find Neil standing there. I hadn't seen or heard from him since the evening with Alan, when he had virtually bangd my tight bottom, and I was unsure of my feelings towards him. I felt a thrill of excitement, and a little fear, course through my body at the sight of him. There was something dangerous about Neil. Alan wanted to control me mentally, but with Neil I felt like just a piece of meat. I felt that the more physical humiliation he put me through, the more he would like it.
"Hello, tight arse!, how've you been?", he belowed in a voice loud enough to turn heads. "How's that tight little fanny. Have you been keeping it warm for me?" I grabbed him by the coat sleeve and dragged him into the entrance hall, slamming the door behind him.
"OK, girl, don't get over excited", he said, smiling. "Let's see if you're as tasty as I remember shall we? Open up and let me have a look at you." I untied the belt of my dressing gown and held it open. His eyes raked up and down my body, taking it all in. He reached out and roughly mauled my breasts, pressing them together. Then he took hold of both my nipples between thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze and pull them. It wasn't painful, but it was uncomfortable and soon had me squirming around trying to ease the pressure on them. "Oh yes!, very nice indeed." He breathed, as his hands swept over my breasts once more, my nipples now hard and puckered. Without a moment's hesitation he thrust his hand between my legs, pushing my thighs apart. Without thinking, I automatically opened them to allow him access.
His fat fingers probed my pussy lips. I was still wet from Alan's attentions a few minutes earlier and he quickly found this out as he slipped first one, and then a second finger inside me and began to finger fuck me roughly. His thumb found the base of my clit and began to press, causing it to protrude from under its' hood. My breathing began to quicken as I responded to his fingers, my breasts rising and falling as I did so. I began to move my hips in time to his fingers.
"Nice to know you haven't forgotten me, tight arse. Ready for some fun are we?"
I was unable to reply as the waves of pleasure ran through me. He pulled his fingers from my pussy and sniffed at them. "Lick them clean.", he ordered. I took hold of his hand and guided his fingers into my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around them, as I had done with his cock, and sucked all of my juices from his fingers. When I'd finished he made me take off my dressing gown walk stark naked in front of him, up to my living room where Alan waited. All the way up the stairs I could feel his eyes staring into my naked bottom. I took a couple of opportunities to stumble and fall forward, giving him a view of my pussy as I did so. When we reached my living room Neil said "She's hot to trot tonight Al, what's been going on then?"
John was saying something, something about a summer holiday when he got back to the UK, but I was starting to lose concentration. I was unable to take in what he was saying.
Finally, the door bell came to my rescue. The famliar ringing transmitted itself down the phone line, giving me a plausible excuse for ending my phone call to John. I hung up the phone with a feeling of desperate relief.
"Now who the fuck can that be?", Alan said, clearly irritated by the interruption.
I was more relieved than I could say - this had been a close one. "I'll find out". I said. I ran to my bedroom and grabbed my dressing gown, pulling it on and fastening it as I ran down the stairs to the front door of the flat. I reached the door and opened it to find Neil standing there. I hadn't seen or heard from him since the evening with Alan, when he had virtually bangd my tight bottom, and I was unsure of my feelings towards him. I felt a thrill of excitement, and a little fear, course through my body at the sight of him. There was something dangerous about Neil. Alan wanted to control me mentally, but with Neil I felt like just a piece of meat. I felt that the more physical humiliation he put me through, the more he would like it.
"Hello, tight arse!, how've you been?", he belowed in a voice loud enough to turn heads. "How's that tight little fanny. Have you been keeping it warm for me?" I grabbed him by the coat sleeve and dragged him into the entrance hall, slamming the door behind him.
"OK, girl, don't get over excited", he said, smiling. "Let's see if you're as tasty as I remember shall we? Open up and let me have a look at you." I untied the belt of my dressing gown and held it open. His eyes raked up and down my body, taking it all in. He reached out and roughly mauled my breasts, pressing them together. Then he took hold of both my nipples between thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze and pull them. It wasn't painful, but it was uncomfortable and soon had me squirming around trying to ease the pressure on them. "Oh yes!, very nice indeed." He breathed, as his hands swept over my breasts once more, my nipples now hard and puckered. Without a moment's hesitation he thrust his hand between my legs, pushing my thighs apart. Without thinking, I automatically opened them to allow him access.
His fat fingers probed my pussy lips. I was still wet from Alan's attentions a few minutes earlier and he quickly found this out as he slipped first one, and then a second finger inside me and began to finger fuck me roughly. His thumb found the base of my clit and began to press, causing it to protrude from under its' hood. My breathing began to quicken as I responded to his fingers, my breasts rising and falling as I did so. I began to move my hips in time to his fingers.
"Nice to know you haven't forgotten me, tight arse. Ready for some fun are we?"
I was unable to reply as the waves of pleasure ran through me. He pulled his fingers from my pussy and sniffed at them. "Lick them clean.", he ordered. I took hold of his hand and guided his fingers into my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around them, as I had done with his cock, and sucked all of my juices from his fingers. When I'd finished he made me take off my dressing gown walk stark naked in front of him, up to my living room where Alan waited. All the way up the stairs I could feel his eyes staring into my naked bottom. I took a couple of opportunities to stumble and fall forward, giving him a view of my pussy as I did so. When we reached my living room Neil said "She's hot to trot tonight Al, what's been going on then?"
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