0 comments/ 42180 views/ 3 favorites The Secret Dreams of Posh Spice By: Yozick “Ahhhh…yes…Victoria your such a slut! ” said David Beckham as he pulled his hard, glistening cock out of his wife’s mouth and began shooting his hot cum all over her tongue and face. “Cum on my face, cum on my tongue. Yes yes yes!” moaned Victoria Beckham as streaks of hot cum began spurting onto her face. Her right hand had been heavily molesting her pussy but now she used to grip and masturbate David’s cock. Her hand raced up and down, her grip tightened and she tried to squeeze every last drop of cum from her husband’s cock out. Her hands were slick with her own juices. She looked at him, wide eyed as she furiously wanked his cock into her face. Her gamine body, taut and sinewy through hours in the gym rubbed against his. “Cum on me,” she moaned, “Muck me up with your cum” Another streak went into her rich brown hair and she made a sigh as another went into her mouth. It tasted sweet and thick like sugary cream. She now began licking he head of the cock, lapping up the few drops of white cum that were seeping out and she begin to suck hard on the head of her husband’s cock. “Mmmmm” and an evil grin crossed her face, as she twirled the head in her mouth. “Your such a slut,” he said with a smile on his face “True” But something was wrong and she felt it, something was nagging at her mind. What was it? And then she began to think back on her life, before she had married Britain’s highest paid footballer, of all the cocks she had sucked, all the men who had fucked her in the arse, had cum on face, on her tits. She smiled at him. She knew how to smile, she had been taught by experts. When the spice girls were just starting her publicity agent had shown her how to smile, even when she hated somebody. She still remembered with relish when he came all over her mouth with his nine-inch cock, and told her to smile. She had loved it and now she smiled at her husband with the same smile. She had to be honest; she had married him because he was good looking, famous and rich. He was a star, and so had she been. Had been. Yes, that was a bitter pill to swallow. After the spice girls broke up she had tried a solo career but without much success. She had always been the weakest link, the one who couldn’t sing but who just looked nice and flashed her underwear to pep things up. It wasn’t a question of money she had enough to retire on but…she missed the excitement. And David wasn’t that good in bed. He couldn’t fuck her hard enough, he couldn’t make her cum unlike some previous lovers, but he could shoot a lot of cum, when it mattered, all over her pretty face. That was important to her. Very. He wasn’t very intelligent; there was hardly anything there. He was a mental giant of slowness in thought and deed except in football (where she admitted he was the equivalent of a genius, as if his brains had slidden down to his foot and stayed there; pocket sized. There of course he was regarded as a god, by all those leering, Neanderthal fans that bayed for blood every week at their temple of worship. Hadn’t they chanted several times “posh spice takes it up the arse” over and over again until she had to leave the stadium. Her lacy thong had gotten too wet. And now as she looked ahead, her own star was waning while his continued to rise comet like. She would become another bored middle class housewife, frustrated, torpid, sluggish only finding release in savage and desperate attacks upon the designer fashion shops; Armani, Channel, Gucci, Valentino…the list went on and on and so did the money. She was becoming a Gucci slut. Buy a Gucci skirt and then get fucked wearing it. It was only last week that she had spent an obscene amount of money on a tight sexy Gucci skirt and when she had got home David had taken one look and taken her doggy style over the nearest chair. He had just hiked it up, moved her thong to one side and thrust his cock into her cunt. But she wanted more, and she began to think back to her previous life, her lust filled life, her past life of sin and sex. “Stop it David,” she snapped as her husband wrapped his arms around her. “But Victoria what’s wrong?” sighed an alarmed voice, full of hesitance. “Nothing baby, nothing baby, Victoria just needs to sleep” she said rolling her eyes. And she began to think, to think back at her past sordid life, before she was known as Victoria Beckham, before she was known as posh spice, when she was just Victoria Adams. It was her 18th birthday and she was ready to hit town. Even then she had an inkling that she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life in an urban sprawl with two seedy nightclubs and repeat the same scenario every week; go down a pub, go to a club, pick up some nice men, fuck them, suck them and then go get a kebab. The same routine, night after night, weekend after weekend. And then, invariably, marriage to the first man who could make her laugh. And who had a nice hard cock, ever willing to stuff it into her steaming cunt or mouth. She pulled on her black, lacy knickers, over her freshly shaven mound. And then she strapped her firm medium sizes breasts into a matching black lacy bra. “Yes” she looked into the mirror. “The goods were good, but would be they taken? Of course they would,” she thought. There had never been a time when she could not find a man to satisfy her carnal desires. “But then,” she thought. “Does any woman have that trouble unless they are hideously fat? Even ugly girls have men lusting over them. All they have to do is open their legs and voila.” She decided to wear her black shiny satin baby doll dress, which fell to her upper things and her black leather knee high platform boots. As an after thought she pulled on some lacy hold up black stocking. She looked at herself in the mirror again. “Ready to pounce.” She thought The front door bell rang and her friends were here. As she walked down the stairs, her little sister called out “Going out for such cock Vickie? Going to suck another hard dick?” followed by giggles. There came the sound of something hard hitting something soft. A dog like yelp and the thunder voice of her mother shouting “You foul mouthed little trollop, don’t you ever, ever, let me hear you speak like that to your sister again.” Her mother appeared. “Don’t worry about Tracy, Victoria, she’s still a little girl and she doesn’t know any better or understand things yet. You know before I married your father I used to like to do those things as well. Maybe it’s something in the genes, but Vickie don’t suppress your desires. Remember as wild Oscar said the “the best way to defeat temptation is to give into it” “It was Oscar Wilde, not wild Oscar Mom. ” “Oh yes, wild Oscar was a man I used to know. I just can’t remember now” The doorbell rang again. And Vicky, flustered, opened the door like a popgun. A throaty cheer went up from the girls on the step. There was Caz, her oldest friend, a sun in blonde, with heavy mascara on green eyes and crooked front teeth. She looked cheap, sounded cheap and acted cheap. Her mouth was as dirty as any man’s. She was wearing a white miniskirt; a tight black stretchy long sleeved top and transparent 6-inch platform sandals. Then there was Sara, another blonde but whose hair was cut shorter. Her face was likewise bathed in foundation and mascara, although she had chosen to cover her eyelids blue to go with sky blue eyes. She was wearing a red, short shift dress. And skipping out to hug her with a smile was her cousin Lucy. Lucy looked like Victoria in a quite a way. They both shared the same gamine, boyish bodies with slim, sculptured bodies. Lucy was wearing a very tight pair of PVC jeans, which although flaring out slightly at the heel, to show off her stiletto platforms, were almost, skin tight at the waist and the hips. “Where did you get those jeans? They’re really sexy! Doesn’t she look good girls?” said Victoria “She looks really slutty,” said Caz smiling. “As if you don’t, I saw you sucking him off your boyfriend in the front room while you kept me waiting outside” said Lucy. “He needed to cum, in any case he didn’t shoot much” “If you wanna borrow my boyfriend, I’m sure he could help you out ” Purred Lucy. “You’d lend out Dan? I don’t believe it, you two are that close!” “It’s getting boring. All he wants me to do is suck him off. I need some fuck action. I need to be fucked.” “Girls, forget the wishes lets go,” said Victoria as they all get into in her car. “Where are we going?” said Sara. “The Odeon” said Lucy. It is Saturday night and it is a scene that will be repeated a thousand different times all over the world. There is loud, pumping music, girls and boys dance and slide on the beer-drenched floor, while the loud music means everybody shouts to be heard. Groups of young men, clean-shaven, wearing Ralph Lauren shirts, stand edgily by the bar or hover like drones on the side of the dance floor. They are watching, waiting for the right girl and then for the alcoholic courage to talk to her. Waiting, hoping for the next fuck, waiting for the next stolen moment of passion. Or they are looking for a fight, but that comes afterwards when the girls have ignored them. And the girls are there, out in their force, dressed to impress, dressed to show less. They too flit in groups, perched on their heels and warbling like sparrows. They too are looking for somebody. Perhaps, that certain somebody, a man who will treat them right, with respect and chase their fears and insecurities away. A man who will make them laugh, make them smile, make them feel alive. A man who will make them feel special and not so feel so insignificant in the world. * * * “If you buy me and my mates drinks I’ll give you a handjob,” said Victoria. “You’re joking, ” said Dean. “It was crazy. I was just with my friend, and this good looking girl approaches me and starts talking.” He thought. “I never joke” a dirty smile crossed her lips. “ I can do a handjob myself. What about a fuck and a suck?” “I’m not going to fuck you” “What about a suck then” “You want me to suck you off?” “Why? One of your mates fancy me?” “Yeah, as it happens, Lucy does. See the girl with the plastic jeans?” “She’s nice,” and he felt a small swelling start to grow “Lucy! Hey girl! Come here” shouted Victoria. Lucy came tottering on her heels, her teeth flashing in the light Victoria drew her aside and started to whisper in her ear like a teenager girl “See that stud there? The six-foot lad, with the black suit on? He’ll buy us all drinks all night if he gets a handjob or a suck. I know you fancy him; I’ve been seeing you look at him. He’s fancies you, he’s got quite a packet down there. What do you reckon?” Lucy had another quick glance at Dean, up and down. “Yeah, why not?” Lucy said licking her lips. “Vickie’s been telling me that you’re going to buy the drinks tonight” “If you suck me off” “Horny little devil ain’t you…c’mon then what you got there?” and Lucy grabbed his crotch. “Mmm, nice and big, just the way I like. Fancy taking a trip to the toilet baby?” and taking his hand she lead him into the toilets. “You coming girl?” Lucy said to Vickie. “Why not?” And they all crammed into one toilet Lucy began kissing him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, sucking his tongue like it was hard wet cock. At the same time she massaged his cock through his jeans, rubbing him through the fabric, masturbating his cock. She gripped the root and tried to wank it through the jeans. “How big is it?” she coyly asked. “Big enough for your mouth” he grinned. “Who says I’m going to suck it? Maybe I’ll just wank you off into my face,” she said carelessly. “Why don’t you wank my cock off into her face?” he said motioning to Victoria. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” said Victoria “I’ll suck him off,” said Lucy and she got on her knees and started unbuckling his jeans. His cock was large, long and some precum was dribbling from the tip. “Getting horny already? Want me to talk some more?” inquired Lucy as she starting rubbing his cock. Her right hand was now sliding up and down the cock, and she watched fascinated as it grew in size under her administrations. “ You want to cum don’t you?” said Victoria. “You want this slut to suck you, to put your cock in her mouth. You don’t know her and your never going to know her. But tonight, just for tonight she’s going to suck your cock for you. Look at her; she’s right little tart. Like those plastic trousers of hers? Wanna cum on them?” All these while Lucy had started sucking dean’s cock. She licked the head, running her tongue over the head and then decided to make him cum quickly. So began moving the cock back and forth, back and forth into her mouth, letting the head gently push against the softness of her cheeks. Victoria was getting quite wet seeing her friend suck off this stranger. She reached out and held the cock at the base and started jerking it into Lucy’s mouth Lucy looked up eyes full of appreciation and lust. A string of hot wet saliva started to drip from the hard cock in her mouth. Dean was moaning earnestly, and he closed his eyes and opened them again. One slut was sucking his cock, dressed in some very sexy black trousers, while the other in black knee high boots and a satin slut dress was jerking his cock into her the other’s girl’s mouth. She was good, arrrghhh so very good. Better than the all the girls who had the sucked his cock before. And that was a lot of competition. “Harder…faster…suck it.faster.faster…fastttttterrr!” the rest was a groan as he started to cum. Lucy was enjoying herself. She liked sucking cock, nice big cocks that shot out lots of nice cum. It made her feel alive, it made her feel sexy. And it was a welcome relief from the boring job she had in a newsagent, helping to sell newspapers and sweets. The cock bobbed in her mouth as Victoria masturbated it for her. And then, she began to see the tell tale signs, the quickening of breath, the desperate pleading and she knew he was going to cum. Her own hand started jerking the cock off, together with Victoria’s. The first stream of cum snaked out and hit her black hair, leaving a snail like trail of cum. The second spurt went straight into her mouth, while the third went all over lips. Lucy alternatively sucked the head of the cock and allowed to spew his hot cum all over her face. There was a musty smell in the air, a smell of raw sex and lust. Soon the cock was spent and she gave it lovingly a few extra licks. Dean had slumped down, exhausted, his energy spent. Victoria bent down and with her tongue licked up a line of cum on Lucy’s cheek. “Your dirty bitch” giggled Lucy. Victoria smiled. Lucy began cleaning herself up, removing the cum with a tissue. “If you were my man, I’d let my twin sister lick it off me and you could watch” Lucy said to the exhausted dean. His cock rose perceptibly. “But you’re not yet, so buy us the drinks you've promised.” The Secret Dreams of Posh Spice Ch. 02 “What are you having?” said Dean. A big smile broke his face. “Vodka Ice” said Lucy. “G and T” said Caz. “And you?” “ I’ve got some of his cum on my dress,” squealed Victoria. “Want me to lick it off?” laughed Lucy. “I’ll get my little sister to do it for me,” “Is that Jo over there, in the pink short skirt?” said Caz screwing her eyes up. “Where?” “There!” “Where?” “There! Talking to that guy in the white shirt.” “Yes. Yes it is and there’s Tracy as well. See? In the silky slinky number. Dirty cow!” “Very dirty,” thought Victoria. She had meet Tracy whilst temping in an office. The first thought that crossed her mind when she saw Tracy was dirty cow. There are some women who despite talking in lush soft pleasant voices and dressing and acting conservatively still have the faces of sluts. Hard faces. Faces with mental cracks crisscrossing them like train tracks. A certain look in the eyes, the way they look at you, they way they move their bodies, a certain cheapness, a certain hardness of face which marks them as stand out as clear as a neon sign flashing in the dark. Tracy was one of those girls. No matter how dull her clothing, no matter if she wore a sack she would still look beautifully cheap and sluttish. Of course it didn’t help that Tracy was cheap and acted like a whore. They only difference was that she didn’t charge for her favours. And there were many of those. Many, many. Like the time when Victoria had caught Tracy sucking off the boss in his office. The door wasn’t locked and she had worked in to see Tracy on her knees, her short beige skirt rucked up to her hips, her black lacy stockings pulled high on her thighs, her lacy black knickers pulled to one side. She was shamelessly molesting her clit with one hand and with the other masturbating a thick cock. “Oops sorry,” said Victoria as she turned to leave. “Wait,” said her boss. He was a youngish man in his early thirties, quite good looking. His name was Gary and he had a bit of a reputation as a ladies man. He dressed the part as well. “Can’t you see she’s sucking me off? You should have knocked. Why didn’t you?” All this while Tracy was slurping up and down on his cock, making wet hot sounds. She was jerking his cock quickly now, taking it out of her mouth and running her tongue across the head, lapping up the copious amounts of precum that were seeping from its engorged shiny head. “I’m sorry, I forgot,” stammered Victoria. Her own pussy was getting damp. “Masturbate for me,” he demanded. “What?” “You heard. Masturbate. Make yourself cum. I wanna see you cum. Use your fingers.” Victoria lifted her skirt; she was wearing lacy white tight kickers. “Nice, very nice. Touch yourself.” Victoria pulled them to one side and began touching herself, rubbing her clit tentatively at first, and then more strongly. As she rubbed her aching clit, she looked at her boss. His eyes were wide open watching her masturbate for him. His mouth was slightly agape, his lips moist. She stuck one finger into her pussy and imagined it was his cock. She sucked on her wet pussy cream covered finger. It tasted sweet. She imagined it was his cock, which was now sliding in and out, in and out of Tracy’s mouth. There were smears of bright red lickstick on his shaft where she had kissed it, before feeding it into her hungry mouth. Her long red fake nails, pumped the fat cock in her mouth. Victoria imagined his cock in her mouth, imagined sucking it inch by inch, licking the head, and stroking his balls. Her fingers were now flashing in and out of her pussy, while she rubbed her clit harder and harder in vicious circles. “Where’s he going to cum? In her mouth? In her face? On her lips? Or is she going to wank it all over my face? Thought Victoria. “Arrrggh…shit…. its going to cum,” Gary cried. Victoria ran towards him and squatted next to Tracy as she sucked the fat cock Her hand crept to the cock, and then taking it in her hand she started to suck it violently. It felt huge although it was not the biggest she had ever had. But it was the hottest. She could taste Tracy’s salvia on it, hot and wet. And as she opened her eyes, she saw Tracy looking at her, her eyes huge pools of lust and want. She took the cock out of her mouth with an audible plop and offered it by the base to Tracy who promptly began sucking it again. “Yes, yes. In your face…please,” begged Gary as he stood up and gently pulled his cock from Tracy’s mouth. He rapidly began pulling on his cock, his mouth open. She smiled at him. She winked. And waited. The first spurt splattered her cheek. The second hit her lip and dripped down over her chin. Then a succession of smaller spurts landed on her stocking clad knees. Her tongue came out and licked the cum off her chin. Gary had a far off look, his eyes were rolled up half into his head, his mouth was open, and his tongue was out. But he was smiling. Really a man who had shot his load. Tracy turned to kiss Victoria with her cum laden tongue and they started kissing passionately, their tongues jabbing at each other. Tracy’s finger began rubbing Victoria’s clit. “Yes…yes…” Victoria came. It was like a bursting of a wave upon the shore. Gary was lying in his chair, exhausted. “Now girls. Stop it. I’m too tired now. Maybe later.” **** The girls were laughing and drinking at the edge of the dance floor. Lucy had her black PVC encased leg up against a pillar, looking like a prostitute waiting for her mark. Caz, Tracy and Victoria were all clustered around her laughing and joking. “See that lad there, he’s dancing like an orang-utan,” said Caz and she started making ape sounds and scratching her armpits. “He’s got enough hair coming out of that shirt to be one. And that medallion.” said Victoria “Love his suit. Fucking wanker” said Caz “Where does it find the courage to wear that? He must be a really brave.” “Oh shit. He's seen us. He's coming over.” A tall man, dressed in a turquoise Versace suit, with a black silk shirt ambled up to them. The large gold medallion that he wore offset his copious amounts of chest hair, which were more than peeking out of his shirt. Several large sold gold sovereign rings adorned his fingers. His hair was dark and his suntanned face suggested long hours spent under an ultra violet lamp. “Want to take a ride in my red Ferrari girl?” “You know what they say, flashy car, small dick,” said Victoria without a beat. The man laughed. “Mine’s big. You’ll have to use two hands to hold it.” “What your medallion? Or are you talking about something else?” “What do you think I’m talking about?” he smiled. “Well, it can’t be your cock. I’ve heard you do need two hands when looking at it. One to hold the tweezers, the other to hold the microscope!” the girls collapsed in a fit of laughter. “Love the suit, what is it, pure polyester?” chipped in Caz. “Is there a sale down at Mr Byrite?” “Its Versace” said the man, putting a hand through his hair. “ Is that the Versace of Moss side in Liverpool or the Versace of the fish market in Sunderland?” “What can I get you girls?” he said “Chilli kebab, with garlic sauce, cheesy chips and a mineral water. What you are you having caz?” “Cheeseburger and fries please.” Medallion man shambled off, cursing under his breath. “You girls okay?” said a deep voice that seemed to come up from the ground. “All right Tony how’s tricks? How’s Maria?” “She’s good. At home tonight looking after the kid. You having any trouble girls? He give you any grief? Want me to put him out of the frame?” and his voice dropped in pitch and became cold. “Just taking the piss, but sure if you wanna hover around it could be fun.” “Okay. I’ll be back. Just got to take a look around” and Tony walked through the crowd which seemed to open before him. He was a big man, a good six feet plus and large. But not the large that hangs off bellies, lays down on the sofa and watches television while consuming lots of junk food, not the fat that makes a man wheeze and puff if he walks up a flight of stairs. He could move horribly fast in a fight, using his size and bulk to great effect, smothering a man and pounding him with his ham like fists. He was good at it. It came from lots of practice. He worked as one of the bouncers at the club, and his wife knew Victoria’s family from way back. They were related. A drunk man, dressed in a Stone Island shirt, hanging out, spotted with flecks of beer, and white jeans of the same make walked over. “There’s a word for you pet. Its in the dictionary, it begins with G. Its gorgeous!” he looked pleased with himself like he had won the lottery. “You know how to flatter a woman. There’s a word for you pet, its in the dictionary, its an eight letter word, it begins with D and ends with head. See if you can guess what it is. I’ll give you three guesses.” The man’s face reddened. “You bitch!” he shouted, spitting beer. “Behave,” said a deep voice and a hand slapped the back of the man’s head. “What the fuck? What the fuck you doing?” “What? What you fucking saying? Cunt. Problem? Fucking problem. What’s your fucking problem? You keep looking at me and I’ll put you in the fucking ground.” The man’s eyes lowered and he quickly walked away. “Thanks Tony, owe you one” and she gave him a quick kiss on cheek. The girls started talking again. But Victoria was thinking again, thinking back to another time with Tracy. “That was hot,” thought Victoria. It was the time she had been at a party. She had met a nice guy who was only too happy to give her what she wanted. A hard cock in the pussy. They had found a dark room and she got on the bed and allowed him to slip it into her doggy style. She lifted up her little black dress, moved her black thong to one side and he had slipped it in. It was then she became aware that they weren’t the only couple in the room. In the dim light, beside the bed, on the floor were a couple. It was Tracy. She was wearing a Nike tight pale blue crop top showing off her flat and athletic stomach. Her black short skirt was rucked up to her waist showing her tight white knickers, whiles a man’s finger was gently rubbing her clit. She was wearing her favourite white six-inch shoes strappy platforms. Her mouth was fixed to the man’s cock. But as she became aware of Victoria being fucked doggy style on the bed she stopped and watched. She motioned to her man and got him to stand up and move closer to the bed. His cock was only inches from Victoria’s mouth. Victoria was looking now, as this hard, thick cock was temptingly only inches away from her mouth. She wanted something badly in her mouth. A cock. Tracy’s tongue. Tracy’s cunt. She stuck out her tongue and tried to reach the cock in front of her. It was just of reach. “Please. Please I want it,” she moaned. Tracy smiled a wicked smile. It was a lust filled evil smile. “Please,” Victoria’s words came in jagged gasps. The cock in her cunt was making her moan. The guy fucking her knew to fuck. He must have fucked lots of girls. The thought made her buck harder on his cock. “Please give it to me,” she moaned. Tracy smiled again. She began wanking the hard cock towards Victoria’s face. Her hand barely encircled the hard cock, its red head engorged with blood, as she wanked it back and forth looking like an evil leering Cheshire cat at Victoria. Victoria stuck out her tongue and occasionally made contact with the head of the cock “Arrh fuck.yes…fuck…fuck me you cunt. Fuck me with your hard cock…stick it in my mouth…argg” she begged. But Tracy was in a perverse world of her own as she jerked the cock in her hand steadily towards Victoria’s face. The cock in her cunt sped up and ruthlessly began a new rhythm of fucking before it came inside her. At the same time the cock in Tracy’s hand erupted and spat out it’s cum all over Victoria’s face. A long spurt went straight in her mouth coating her tongue and teeth. She let it drip out of her mouth, and onto on her chin to hang by a thread. Another spurt of white hot cum, shooting like a fiery white hot comet, left its sticky white trail scattered all over her rich brown hair. The rest dribbled across her left cheek. Then she felt a soft wet tongue across her lips and in her mouth. It was Tracy and she jabbed her tongue into Victoria’s mouth and they both responded with a mixture of passion and pure sexual lust. *** “Hello girl. Fancy a drink,” said a voice. She turned and was face to face with a gorgeous man. For the first time that night Victoria’s pulse quickened, the blood raced through her heart and her black lacy knickers began to feel damp. He was tall, obviously looked after his body, and drop dead gorgeous. He was clean cut and well dressed but not overly so. He wasn’t one of those men who love themselves more than anything else. His eyes were bright blue, and his hair was short. There was something charming about him but also there was something dangerous as well. Some hidden quality. “Hello Ben, how’s it going?” said Tony shaking the man’s hand. “Tony! Good to see you. It’s been a while.” “I see you’ve met my mate Ben, Victoria.” “How do you know each other? And has he got any hidden secrets I should know about?” “I’ve known Ben for years right? We met through some mates of his who are in the baby squad.” “baby squad?” “Just some football talk. Listen Ben, I’ve got to go but ring me, here my number and we’ll get together and have a drink. All right?” He whispered in Victoria’s ear. “You’ll love him, he’s a good lad and he’s got a big cock” Victoria giggled. Victoria and Ben talked. He made her laugh a lot. “Its fucking funny, he’s fucking horny, he’s got a fucking big cock, what more could I want?” thought Victoria. But she decided to play it coolly, after all she could reel in any man if she wanted but she wanted to make it hard for Ben. “What you doing tomorrow?” he said. “Sucking my boyfriend off” Victoria smiled sweetly. She was single but she wanted to see how he would react. “And the day after?” “Letting my husband fuck my arse” “And then?” “You don’t give up do you?” “No I don’t. Not when the girl’s as good-looking as you” “Nice words, but can you fuck?” “I'm sorry” “You heard. How big is your cock?” “How big are you looking for?” “How much cum do you shoot? A lot? Does it go far?” “You’ve got a really filthy mouth. I like it. I’d like some more.” “Why is it turning you on? When I speak like this. If I say. I’d like to suck you off and let you cum in my face. How does that sound? Would you like to fuck my cute little ass? What about for me and a lezzer friend to lick each other’s cunts for you and then you get to join in. that turning you on? Do you want me to get down on my knees and suck you off? You fancy me? You want my cunt? Am I turning you on?” She groped his trousers and felt an impressive lump. “Good boy!” she said jerking his cock through the fabric. “I’ve got something for you in my pocket” Victoria smiled “What’s that?” he said weakly. “My cunt” “Lets go for a walk,” he said