An English Country House Weekend Party
Posh sexual fun in the English home counties
This is a fun, longer story so if you want something short and hardcore it probably won’t be your thing. All feedback welcome, hope you enjoy it.
I’ve known Marcus for years. We stayed friends after university and hang out together every so often. At least once a year he has a weekend party at his parent’s house in the home counties about thirty minutes drive out from London. His father was in the diplomatic service, travelled around a lot, and did very well for himself when he married into money. He takes an annual break with his wife to St Lucia for a few weeks and Marcus gets roped in to housesit while they’re gone. Their place is a big, sprawling country house with doors that seem to lead off in all directions. Me and Marcus laughingly call it his “Starter Stately Home” but in all honesty it isn’t far off.
Friday evening the traffic was hell coming out the capital. The big consolation was the warm weather. I’d bought an MX5 last year and this was one of the first few opportunities I’d had to drive it with the roof down after the previous dreary, rainy English summer. There’s something about a convertible that attracts female attention and today was no exception. I crawled past several cars with well groomed office manager-type women looking on with interest at me. Their BMWs seeming very staid next to my fun car.
I love flirting in traffic, always wearing shades so that the girls can’t tell if I’m staring at them or not. I’m particularly attracted to women in office wear, especially the ones who look wound up from a week of workplace stress. I imagine them going straight to a bar to make short work of a couple of large glasses of Pinot. Then straightening down their tight skirts, loosening the top couple of buttons on their feminine white blouses, and finding an attractive guy to work out their sexual tension on.
The thought of that nearly made me veer off the road at the next exit to go and find myself a bar full of wound-up office hotties. I couldn’t however let Marcus down. Besides which there was a girl coming for the weekend that he wanted me to meet. Her name was Dominique, freshly divorced and looking for some fun company for the weekend. Marcus is usually pretty good at spotting girls for me so I was looking forward to this.
I pulled up outside the house at the end of the long, graveled drive. Marcus came out with a drink in hand.
“What fucker invited you? Party’s next week, old man.”
It was the usual cheeky banter. I punched him lightly in the ribs and told him to get me a drink sharpish.
It seemed I was the last guest to arrive as there were fourteen people already chatting in the drawing room. Marcus tapped his glass with a knife and announced me.
“My old friend and ne’er do well, Ian!”
It was all friendly smiles and chat as I worked my way around the room. I spotted a very attractive girl with long black hair and dark, almost Latin looks. I grabbed Marcus.
“Phwoar, is that Dominique? She’s pretty hot stuff, mate.”
“Yah, it is, Ian, but there’s a bit of a hitch on that score, mate.”
“Oh yeah? Don’t tell me you want first dibbs on her?”
“Oh no, I’m trying to patch things up with Astrid. No, Dominique’s come over with a friend of hers, Beth. Frankly she’s a bit of a harridan. Girl’s got it in her mind that she has to protect her friend from unsavory men post-divorce. Can’t imagine why that would be”
“Indeed, no. Well, I’ll tread carefully, mate.”
“Good, because her friend is a manager at the company I work for, and there’d be hell to pay if she gets upset.”
Well, this could be tricky.
Before I could make a beeline for Dominique I was pulled into a circle by a girl I realized to my disappointment was Alison. Alison and I had history. Not much of a history, more an early twenties, rather uneventful dating experience. After I dumped her she told me I’d always be alone because I could never commit to a girl long term. She took immense pleasure inviting me to her wedding five years later and has enjoyed seeing my ring-less finger ever since.
“I mean come on now, Ian, how old are you...36? Surely you must’ve been able to find some girl who’ll look past your bad points.”
Cheeky cow just couldn’t let it lie even after all these years.
“I’m never alone. Besides, being married isn’t everything.”
“Well, it is to me. Being married to Gavin makes me happier than anything. It’s a sacred bond!”
I made the mistake of accepting Alison’s Facebook friend request a couple of years back. She constantly clogs up my newsfeed with silly motivational stories and sickly odes to her rather supine-looking husband. I’m sure you’ve got someone like that on your friends list too.
When I finally got to Dominique she was very easy to chat to. I could tell she wanted some fun, which is more than could be said for Beth. She glared at me the whole time as though I was a fox about to break into the chicken shed. I tried to be nice to her, I really did, but she just couldn’t stop herself.
“So you’re driving an MX5? Just a two seater, I guess it’s the perfect type of car for commitment-phobes. Still, if I wanted a convertible I’d go for something with a bit more pout, a bit more up-market like an SLK.”
Grief, the claws were out. No point suggesting a threesome then.
One couple that intrigued me were slightly older than the others. Her name was Imogen, around about 50 but looked like something of a cougar. She had very sexy long blonde hair and was dressed in a fitted skirt with a chiffon top that had a large bow on the front of it. I couldn’t help looking to see if I could catch a glimpse of her underwear through the almost see-through material. I guessed it was a basque of some type. She certainly had the figure for it, even as a mature woman. The line of her breasts was quite distracting and I realized Dominique had some competition for my attentions this weekend.
You can tell a lot about a woman by her choice of shoes. Imogen was wearing patent high heels with black tights, looking very classy. She seemed like the life and soul of the party having a smile on her face most of the evening. Her husband by contrast seemed older and a bit of a stick in the mud. I imagined him at home in his slippers while she danced around in her lingerie. The thought made me grin and as I did so Imogen looked up at me and shifted in her seat. Although it was subtle she moved her skirt showing a little more of her leg than necessary, and revealing it was stockings rather than tights she had on. She gave me a little shimmy with her chest and carried on talking to another couple as though nothing had happened.
That night I lay in bed stroking myself, hoping to build up the anticipation for my conquest of Dominique. Instead I found myself thinking of Imogen, her stocking-clad legs up on my shoulders as I thrust into her. Her mouth on my cock as she was on her knees in front of me in her sexy lingerie. I just couldn’t get her out of my mind.
Then through the wall I heard her voice, arguing with her husband, and I realized that their bedroom was right behind mine. It rather ruined my fun and I soon lost my erection as I drifted off to sleep.
The next day I played the sociable guest joining in with the fun. This mostly seemed to revolve around tennis. Alison had to make a point as usual.
“We’re playing mixed doubles today, Ian, I hope you manage to find a partner.”
Just at that moment Dominique stepped in to save me.
“That’s okay, I’d like to be Ian’s partner.”
Beth looked over from the sidelines and scowled. Haha, 15-love!
Dominique turned out to be a very good player and we ending up trouncing Alison and her husband. By the end of the match she was getting quite snippy with him and I felt a bit sorry for the poor guy.
Girls in tennis whites are another love of mine and I could have quite happily stood behind Dominique staring at her beautiful behind all day long. Her short skirt flapped up in the wind nicely, framing her white knickers.
“Thanks, I enjoyed playing with you, Ian.”
Dominique winked at me and I knew I was in luck.
The evening was another blur of drinking and silly party games. Dominique had really made an effort and was wearing a long, blue satin dress. It was quite modest but at the same time showed off her amazing figure. I tried to be as discreet as possible, but found myself scanning up and down her body every time she stood up. Naturally Beth noticed this and volunteered me loudly to act out a difficult film title in the game of charades that I’d been trying to avoid. Fortunately it was ‘Lord of the Rings: Return of the King’ and I had my mime ready. Beth looked sour when my team guessed it straight away. Haha, 30-Love!
I didn’t quite get the chance to talk to Dominique that I’d been hoping for thanks to Beth’s impression of a celebrity bodyguard all night. I went off to bed preparing for a night of self-pleasuring. The best I could hope for would be the sound of Imogen and her husband shagging against the wall behind me to give me a bit of inspiration. Even this was seeming unlikely given how tired out he seemed by the end of the evening.
I wasn’t at all sleepy and spent my time idling through Facebook on my phone. Alison had somehow managed to find time to post during the course of the evening;
“having a great time away with hubby. sending him 4 tennis lessons when we get back tho, LOL!”
Oh man, how does he put up with it?
I flicked off the light and tried to doze off, hoping at least for some erotic moaning and groaning through the walls to entertain me.
I was half asleep when I heard my door click open and shut, and a whispering voice say;
“Ian...are you awake?”
I came to immediately as I recognized Dominique’s voice in the darkness. I flicked on my bedside light to see her standing a little sheepishly in front of me.
“We’ll have to be quick. Beth’s so uptight this weekend and I don’t want to wind her up any more than necessary.”
The evening was picking up.
Dominique was standing there in an almost sheer negligee, trimmed with lace. I couldn’t have pictured her better than this in my fantasy. She flicked the thin straps off each shoulder and let it slip down onto the ground. Now normally it takes quite a lot to impress me but I could feel my erection growing just looking at her, forming a little tent in the bed sheets. She looked straight at it and licked her lips.
Coming straight over, she climbing on top of me so her whole body was covering mine. Even through the sheets she felt fantastic.
“Beth thinks I’ve gone to the loo, so we haven’t got long to get to know each other.”
I rolled her off me onto her back. Her nipples were pointing straight up and I just couldn’t resist taking one in my mouth and sucking it. She tasted so good I just had to run my mouth all over her naked body. My tongue seemed to go everywhere, and I found myself heading quite naturally down between her legs.
Now I’ve heard some guys say they can’t stand licking a woman down there, to which I always say “you don’t know what you’re missing.” I love the warm taste of a woman’s pussy and the feeling as it gets wetter and wetter on my tongue and lips.
I could feel Dominique responding so I put my hands under her bum and pulled her towards me so that each lick would be more forceful. She was really beginning to moan and writhe around on the bed. I could feel her close to coming so I pulled myself away, kissing up her front until I was locked in a very wet French kiss with her. The mix of juices felt amazing, her mouth was so wet and warm.
She pulled me closer and I felt my cock sliding quite naturally into her. We made love slowly at first but we seemed to get faster and faster. I know I should have been worried about people hearing but right at that moment I just didn’t care. I was thrusting into her harder and harder, her legs were now wrapped up over my back, her hands on my arse as she pulled me as deeply into her as she could.
“Oh yes...Oh yes...Oh yes please...Mmm, yes come for me, darling.”
I didn’t need the encouragement but just as I was about to shoot my come inside her. She grabbed my shoulders and pushed me off.
“No...no...not inside me.”
I pulled out wondering for a second what she wanted me to do.
She wriggled down between my legs grabbed my cock as she went, and pulled it towards her open mouth. When she put her other hand on my balls I couldn’t hold back any longer and I felt stream after stream of hot come land in her mouth and over her lips.
I sighed with a feeling of euphoric exhaustion and sat back on the bed looking at her. Dominique pushed herself up and rested on her elbows. She looked me right in the eye as she licked her tongue around her mouth, taking in all my come and swallowing it.
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting you to do that.”
“Well, we don’t want to leave any evidence lying around do we?”
She gave me a wicked grin and I realized there was more to Dominique than first met the eye.
“I have to run, or your fairy sex Princess will turn into a pumpkin.”
“Or sent to perpetual sleep by wicked witch Beth.”
“Oh, don’t, she’s just being protective of me. It was a bad divorce, she does mean well, Ian.”
I pretended to agree as she got dressed and kissed me goodnight.
Laying back feeling rather pleased with myself, I wondered exactly how many people had heard us. Nothing to worry about from Imogen’s room I thought, as I heard her husband snoring through the walls. However moments later I heard an entirely different noise coming from the same place; the unmistakable sound of a vibrator buzzing away and the low moans of a woman clearly getting herself off.
Sunday morning at Marcus’ place always meant a bracing ride out in the fresh air on horseback. Much to my pleasure the women in the party had come prepared. I’ve always had a fetish for women in equestrian clothes. I think it’s a throwback from my teenage years perving over the older girls from the local pony club. Something about that combination of boots, jodhpurs, fitted white blouse, and waistcoat always set me off. Today was going to be no disappointment. I was enjoying greatly the sight of their pert buttocks bouncing up and down in the saddles, their breasts moving as they galloped along. I had to stop myself staring too obviously when the day got warmer and the waistcoats started to come off. I could clearly see their bras and make out the shape of their breasts underneath.
Back at the house it was time for yet more drinking as we had a post-ride sherry in the living room. I could hardly take my eyes off Dominique and she was loving it. That was until Imogen walked in. Something about her curvy body and full breasts was really turning me on. I imagined her lying back on her bed listening to me and Dominique, rubbing herself with her vibrator, getting off on the sounds of us shagging.
Marcus, who I think was using the sherry to help him recover from last night, tapped his glass with a knife and piped up;
“Time we had our traditional game of hide and seek. I’m volunteering Alison to come and find you this time. Alison, you have to count to a hundred. Remember, you have to stay in the house, no sneaking to any of the out buildings!”
I groaned. This had been a tradition for Marcus since he was about 10 years old, and to keep him happy we always played along.
Everybody ran off to find somewhere but I already knew where I was going. On the third floor towards the back of the house was a bedroom with a walk-in closet. I knew nobody would look there. From the outside the door looked just like a cupboard.
I was just making myself comfortable when the door opened and Imogen slipped in.
“Hope you don’t mind, this looks like a good spot to hide out in.”
She’d obviously followed me. Did I care? Definitely not.
I was however wondering how I would control myself being in a confined, dark place with an attractive woman who ticked several of my fetishistic boxes nicely.
I could feel the tension between us; that glow of heat you feel next to somebody you’re attracted to. I knew I shouldn’t do anything, she was a married woman and a guest of Marcus’. I didn’t want to have to end up dueling an angry husband out on the lawn.
“Ooh, it’s dark in here isn’t it? I can barely see where I am.”
Her hands came towards me and slipped around my waist. I wasn’t sure what to do for a moment and suddenly felt very young and shy. Truthfully it wasn’t that dark in there and she was fooling nobody.
“Ah, well I’ve found you.”
Something about two people whispering together makes everything immediately intimate somehow. I cleared my throat but couldn’t think of anything witty to say. I knew doing anything with Imogen would be wrong. But I had to admit my penis was starting to get a nice glowing feeling to it the closer she got to me.
“Mmm...your hips feel nice and strong.”
She started stroking her hand up and down my side. I guess this is what people mean about an experienced older woman. Something in their touch seems very aware of the sensations they’re causing. I was certainly starting to get bigger.
She stood just behind me with her hands on my sides. Although it seemed apparently innocent, the way she was pushing her chest into my back certainly wasn’t. I could feel her breasts pushed into my back and her crotch gently grinding against my bum.
“Yum...you’ve got a nice firm arse, Ian.”
Without thinking I found myself reaching behind me, putting my hands on her hips. I heard her moan slightly. I couldn’t stop myself from stroking up and down, my fingers squeezing her as I did it. Her grinding was getting harder. She kissed my neck. Her hand came round my front and felt the outline of my hardening cock through my jeans.
This was really getting out of hand but I had no desire to make it stop.Just as I was losing myself in the moment Imogen put her hand to my mouth.
“Shhh, someone’s coming.”
I could see the room through a crack in the closet door. I heard the door handle go and Alison walked in. I wasn’t sure whether to feel disappointed or relieved. I had thought Imogen would let go of me when we were about to be found but she didn’t move an inch. One hand was over my mouth and the other gripped my cock.
Alison looked around the room and I involuntarily flexed my penis. Imogen noticed and gave it a firm squeeze. I could really feel it getting wet.
Just as she was about to open the closet door Alison’s phone buzzed in her pocket.
“I told you not to call this weekend, I’m here with my husband! Yes...yes...I know...but... No! I’m not going to do that here, definitely not.”
Her tone of voice suddenly changed.
“Yes...I did...yes, I said that I would obey you...I will obey you, sir.”
With that she sat back on the bed and pulled up her skirt. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
“Yes, I have to do whatever you tell me and enjoy it, sir.”
Imogen giggled behind me, as her hand snaked around the front of my trousers, unzipping by jeans and lightly stroked my cock with her fingers. From the crack in the door I could see Alison pushing her knickers to one side. She licked her index finger and began rubbing it between her pussy lips.
“Yes, sir, I have got a naughty wet fanny. Yes, it’s wet for you...yes, you own my pussy, sir.”
Imogen’s hands undid my jeans and let them fall to the floor. The touch of her fingers on my boxers made my cock twitch to attention and I could see the wetness around the tip through the material. Imogen whispered in my ear as she began to squeeze and stroke it.
“Hmmm, I’m going to enjoy playing with this.”
Meanwhile Alison was otherwise engaged. She now had two fingers pushing in and out of herself, grunting and moaning quietly. Stopping every now and then to talk to her mystery caller;
“Yes...I’m imagining it’s your cock fucking me...fucking me hard just like you did last time master. Mmm, yes it’s good, put that cock in me and teach me a lesson sir. I like you getting me all wet with your sperm...uhh...uhh...uhh...”
Alison tensed on the bed, sighed and laid back. A moment passed before she got up and straightened up her skirt as though nothing had happened.
Luckily she didn’t try the door to the closet, I’m sure her mind was elsewhere.
Imogen leaned in to my ear and doing her best impression of Alison asked “Can I suck your cock master?” We both burst out laughing. Luckily Alison was out the room and we could hear her footsteps down the hall.
“Well, did you enjoy your free show, Ian?”
“Mmm, very much, and who’d thought that about ‘I love being married’ Alison of all people?”
“Well, we all try to cover these things up. I’m sure you thought you were being very subtle when you were gazing over those bouncing bums out riding this afternoon.”
“Was I that obvious?”
“Not really, but I noticed you. I’m sure you’d like to bend me over right now and ride me wouldn’t you? You filthy bastard, make my arse bounce up and down like it was on the back of that horse?”
I didn’t need asking twice. I grabbed Imogen and pulled her mouth to mine, kissing her hard. My hands grabbed her bum and squeezed. Her hand went down between us as she rubbed my hard cock that had pushed itself through the front of my boxers.
“You want to fuck me in my jodhpurs...hmm? Want to ride me hard?”
I pulled down the zip and rolled the trousers down her legs. She looked a very sexy sight in her boots, blouse ruffled and half undone, trousers past her knees and her silk cream knickers with a noticeable damp patch on them.
I pulled myself to her and rubbed my cock on her knickers. I love the sensation when my dick’s hard and wet and rubbing against warm, silky material. Imogen seemed to be enjoying it too as she moaned each time my cock tensed against her covered pussy lips.
My hands were on her breasts as I squeezed and stroked. She undid the buttons and pushed her large tits towards me. I found myself sucking and kissing them, really getting the taste in my mouth.
I then put my hand on her shoulder, turned her around, and bent her over. She steadied herself on the closet’s handrails and offered herself up to me. I swear her ass did a slight wiggle as she looked back at me.
“Come on then you dirty boy, let’s feel that hard young cock of yours up inside me.”
I lined myself up, teasing her momentarily that I couldn’t find her hole. She knew it was really just an excuse to rub myself up against her, so she pushed back giving me no say in the matter.
I’d read that women over 50 often need extra lubrication, but this certainly wasn’t true of Imogen as her pussy was soaking wet already.
She must have read my mind at that point as she said, “Well, all that bouncing up and down in the saddle had an effect you know.”
I held onto her shoulders and pushed all the way in. The feeling was exquisite and I began to move slowly but firmly in and out of her, relishing the sensation.
She obviously wanted it badly as she turned her head back to me and said,“Come on, I want you to give it to me hard. I want to feel that hard younger cock ramming my fanny, taking me, making me on, make my dirty, hot little fanny come...I want it!”
For someone so apparently demure, Imogen had an interesting way with words.
I started to really push into her, hard and quickly as she wanted. She moaned away, her pussy getting hotter and wetter. I looked down at the sexy sight in front of me. Her silk knickers pushed to one side, her jodhpurs around her knees, her blouse pulled back with her white bra showing through underneath. I grabbed hold of her long blonde hair and pulled back on it. That seemed to really set her off.
“Yes, that’s it, fuck me you dirty bastard. Fuck my naughty wet fanny with your hard young cock. Squirt that juice up inside me. I want to feel it!”
I felt my balls tighten and I knew I was about to come. Imogen closed her eyes and moaned.
“Mmmm...mmm...mmm...yes! That’s it, right there...fill me up with that in my pussy!”
Anyone on the floor below must have been able to hear us as I was sure the floorboards were creaking away each time I thrust into her.
My cock tensed and wave after wave of orgasm hit me. I could feel the jets of come squirting inside her. She sighed as I pulled out of her, my cock still hard, dripping come onto her bum as I moved.
“Mmm, that certainly made my afternoon, but I think it’s time we were found before too many people come looking for us.”
We both came to from the moment and quickly got dressed, like a couple of teenagers when their parents come home unexpectedly early. I was still feeling horny and couldn’t resist a quick squeeze of her boobs. She tutted unconvincingly and pushed my hands off.
We found everyone sitting together in the living room. Thankfully they hadn’t tried too hard to find us and seemed more interested in their afternoon brandies. Marcus gave me a funny look and I wondered if he suspected anything. Hiding my guilty face from him was hard after all the adventures we’d been through over the years. Imogen’s husband seemed oblivious and was laughing away, nursing a large drink in front of the fireplace. I’m sure nobody noticed Imogen looking a little flushed and her clothes not quite as straight as they should have been.
I picked up a brandy and felt my arm tugged by Dominique.
“Hey you, I’ve been looking all over hoping to find you in a compromising position. I’ve been feeling a bit naughty and hoped we could have some more fun together.”
Lucky she didn’t find me or the consequences could have been interesting.
The evening went by in a blur with far too much wine, brandy and whiskey drunk between us. I took it easy as I wanted to keep my wits about me and I was hoping for another chance with Imogen.
Slowly everyone drifted off to bed. As Dominique went up kissed me on the cheek.
“See you later, I’ll be waiting darling.”
Hmm, this could be tricky.
Sure enough, just like last night, I heard my door being opened. I honestly didn’t know who it would be. Luckily it was Dominique.
“It’s going to have to be a quickie tonight, darling. Beth was asleep but I think she guessed what we were up to last night.”
This didn’t seem exactly improbable given the noise we’d made.
“Let’s do it over here.”
Dominique beckoned me over to the dresser in the corner. She leaned forward, pulled up her negligee, and rested her arms flat on the top of it. I immediately saw what she had in mind. The dresser had three mirrors that all turned inwards so that you could see yourself from all angles when you were getting ready. It would also give me a great all round view when we were fucking. I was liking this girl’s style more and more.
I came up behind her, my cock already hard at the sight of her bent over like that. She obviously didn’t need to be warmed up, her pussy was feeling wet against me already. As I entered her I had a great view of her expression as her lips formed into an ‘O’ and she began to purr.
“Remember we have to be quick, just use me to pleasure yourself. Pretend I’m the house maid that you can’t stop yourself from screwing. We have to be quick before the Lady of the house discovers us.”
I held her shoulders and started to fuck her quickly. Dominique obviously enjoyed a little role-play.
“No...no...you have to stop, we’ll get found out. If the Lady of the house comes in I’ll be thrown out for having fun with you, my Lord.”
She seemed totally lost in it, her eyes closed, moaning with pleasure as I took a good look at her sexy expressions in the mirror. As I got close to coming I reached around, holding her breasts in both hands pinching the nipples. My cock started to twitch inside her.
“No, my Lord, you’ll get me pregnant. We can’t be found out, let me use my mouth to pleasure you.”
Okay, now she was sounding slightly nuts, but I was turned on by the whole kinkiness of the situation. Maybe it was being in the house that was inspired her fantasy, I was enjoying it regardless.
Just like last night she pushed me off, went down on her knees and stroked my cock into her mouth. Every so often she would look up at me, her mouth making a slurping sound as her head moved up and down. I had a great view in the mirrors as she did it, a memory I’m hoping to keep for a long time.
As soon as I came she snapped back to herself. She kissed me goodnight on the mouth as she snuck out of my room.
I sat back on the bed feeling quite spent, the activities of the day finally catching up with me. A couple of minutes passed and I felt myself starting to nod off. Behind me through the wall was the now familiar sound of Imogen’s husband snoring.
If I wasn’t mistaken I also heard their bed creak with the sound of someone getting up. Sure enough a moment later the door clicked and Imogen invited herself into my room.
She looked quite stunning standing in front of me in a scarlet silk wrap. As I glanced down I saw she was wearing some ridiculously high heels that no sane woman would wear outside the bedroom or off the catwalk. My eyes went slowly up her body as she pulled the wrap open. I caught my breath at the sight of her black lingerie. Black seamed stockings drew my eyes up to her satin knickers that gaped open provocatively at the front. Her bra left her breasts completely on show, the cups barely there. Her nipples were hard and pointing out, reddened by the lipstick she’d marked them with.
“Imogen...wow...” was all I could muster.
“You have been a naughty boy this weekend haven’t you?”
“Come on, do you really think I didn’t hear you through the walls with Dominique?”
I just looked a little sheepish. I was far too distracted by the sight of her.
“Now let’s see if we can get you up again, see how much staying power you have.”
Now although I do have plenty of staying power I wasn’t sure exactly how much energy I’d have left for this, especially after having a few drinks earlier.
“You’re not going to let me down Ian, there isn’t a man I’ve been with that I couldn’t make come...”
That idea really didn’t surprise me.
“...especially the ones I’ve had in my mouth”
She leant over on the bed and took hold of the tip of my cock with her lips. I was starting to stiffen again even though it’d been barely five minutes since I’d come.
She let it plop out of mouth, looked up at me and said,“I’m going to make you hard then I’m going to make you come, whether you think you’re up to it or not. You won’t let me down.”
She slapped my thigh like a spank. Sure enough it was starting to grow and get hard in her mouth.
“That’s good but I want it harder than that.”
Reaching into the pocket of her wrap she pulled something out. It was a small, thin vibrator and what looked like a tube of body lotion.
“Stand up!” she ordered.
Imogen stood behind me, the feeling of her half naked body pressed against my back was exquisite. Grabbing a scarf from my case she pulled my arms behind my back.
“Now I should be telling you off for having fun with Dominique, but instead I’m going to teach you a lesson this way.”
I felt my scarf being pulled around into a knot over my hands in a way that seemed quite well practiced.
Putting a cushion on the floor Imogen proceeded to suck my cock.
“Are you liking that naughty boy? Is it better than Dominique? How does a more experienced mouth feel to you?”
I was having to admit it felt pretty superb. Imogen seemed very in touch with my cock the way she was licking up and down the side of it. Just as I was losing myself to the moment I felt her stop. I looked down to see her take the top off the tube of body lotion. I gave her a look of ‘what do you think you’re doing?’, but she just grinned and smeared some on her finger. Holding my tied hands together she reached around and pushed her finger onto my hole smearing the lotion in a circle. The sensation really got to me and I felt myself stagger a couple of times as my cock twitched. I then saw her reach for the vibrator and I must have squirmed.
“Stop being so uptight, relax!”
I had to admit I was feeling unusually uptight as I felt the thin tip of the humming vibrator slide into my arse. While she pushed it in, Imogen sucked hard on the tip of my cock. The hum of the vibrator sent sensations right along my dick in a line of pleasure that ended in Imogen’s sucking lips.
I felt myself tense up and a rather out of control orgasm hit me. Imogen stroked my cock in a circle over her mouth, squirting and smearing my come all over her lips. I felt rather delirious at this point. Imogen looked like pure sex down on her knees with my come dripping down her chin.
“Hmm, I think I may need to give him a rest for a minute. You on the other hand have work to do.”
She sat back on the bed and pulled me down onto my knees. Opening her legs wide she pushed the back of my head towards her knickers and I started licking her gorgeous pussy. I was loving the feeling of my tongue licking up between the silky material of her open knickers as her eyes closed, and she began to moan happily.
“Mmmm...that’s right, make me come baby, lick up all my juices, I want to feel that tongue.”
After a couple of minutes she pulled my head back and lay back on the bed.
She untied the scarf.
“I want you on top of me.”
She pulled me over her so that my head was between her legs and her hands were on my ass.
“That’s good I want to be able to feel you while you do it, get my hands on that cute firm ass of yours.”
I began licking and felt her running her hands up and down my naked back. I was starting to harden. As I did, Imogen’s tongue came up to meet it, licking as I moved in time with the strokes.
“Right, I want you to fuck me now...and you will come again!”
I was having a hard time believing that after that last mind bending orgasm but I had a feeling she would be proving me wrong.
“We’ll have to be quiet.”
“I know just the thing.”
I pushed her legs up in the air and slid off her knickers. She grinned, knowing exactly what I had in mind as I pushed them into her mouth. Holding her down by her shoulders I lay on top of her and we started to fuck. I think she really got off on being held down as I felt her start to orgasm after only a few minutes.
I had to try hard not to rock the bed too noisily as I thrust into her. Having to go more slowly only seemed to make it more pleasurable as I pushed into her as far as I could go. Imogen reached over and grabbed the vibrator pushing it up into my hole again, spanking me as she did it with her other hand. Normally this would have been enough to send me over the edge in a minute, but I was starting to wonder if I had another orgasm in me today.
Pulling her knickers out of her mouth Imogen told me to stop.
“I think you need a little more friction to get you coming again tonight.”
Wow, she didn’t give up.
She pulled her legs up and smeared the body lotion into her ass, using her middle finger to do it.
“Come on then. Put it in my bum.”
I squeezed it in, although in its tired state it was far from its hardest. Imogen’s stocking clad legs were up on my shoulders as she lay back and worked my cock further into her.
“Mmmm, that’s good. I like you in my arse, it feels good.”
As she looked up at me her hand went down between her legs, rubbing her clit slowly in a circle. She looked up at me, licking her lips and pouting. I found myself getting very hard.
To the women reading this, there’s something extra pleasurable about a third orgasm for a man. It just seems to feel different and deeper somehow, and I knew that this was going be no exception.
My cock tensed up, every tight stroke made me moan louder.
“Yes, that’s it...that’s it...fuck my bum...squirt that come right up my arse...let me feel it dripping out...that’s it...yesss.”
Her hand was a blur as she rubbed herself to another orgasm. As she came I felt her tense around my cock as my come was milked out of her.
I swear I almost saw stars the pleasure was so intense.
The alarm on my iPhone went off at 6.30 and it was quite a struggle to get out of bed. If it hadn’t been for a meeting I had in London at ten I’m not sure I would have bothered.
I found Marcus in the kitchen brewing up the coffee. He gave me a look of “please tell me you didn’t,” but I’m sure he knew better than to ask what had happened.
“See you for Henley, you dirty dog!”
Coming out of my meeting I felt my phone vibrate and beep to tell me I had a new message. I didn’t recognize the number.
“Have you checked your photos lately? ;-)”
Luckily there was nobody over my shoulder when I did check them. Scrolled through the pictures from the weekend of horse riding, drinking, tennis, and more drinking, I came across a set I definitely didn’t recognize.
The first was Imogen standing in front of the mirror, looking as hot as I remembered her posing in her lingerie. The second was her sitting on the bed. Her legs wide open, a finger dipped deep inside her pussy, her mouth formed into an ‘O’. I was behind her crashed out, fast asleep. In the third she was between my legs. My cock in her mouth, sucking while I was still completely out of it. She was looking straight into the camera and I found myself getting aroused again just seeing it.
I made my way to the bathroom, locked the door, undid my trousers, and started to stroke. My mind flashed back to the previous night as I flicked through the images, my hand getting quicker. I imagined Imogen on her knees again in front of me sucking me off. The thought was enough to send come spurting out on the bathroom wall.
I looked out of the window, the air and sounds of Canary Wharf ten stories below bringing me back to reality. The sun was shining over London and it was feeling like a great day.