1 comments/ 57489 views/ 12 favorites Sarah's Commando Adventure By: bad_hobbit She had no idea what it was, but as she went to pull her panties back up, she spotted the stain. Oh God! There was obviously something disgusting on the edge of the pan; it looked like vomit and smelled foul. She couldn't possibly put them back on now. With some disgust, she gingerly peeled them over her shoes, wrapped them in toilet paper, flushed the toilet and left the cubicle. She dropped the soiled garment into the bin, and carefully washed her hands. Now what? It was just after 11pm, she was supposed to finish off the night with the girls in the club. She thought about making her excuses and finding the nearest all-night Tesco where she could buy some new panties. But she had a cab booked for 2am, and she'd waited all week for a chance to go out with the girls. Oh sod it! It wasn't obvious that she had no panties on, although her skirt was a bit short, but if some perv decided to look up her skirt, then good luck to him. If she was wearing some of the thongs she'd seen recently, it would be hard to tell the difference anyway. She walked back, a little self-consciously, to where her friends were sitting. They were gossiping away in their normal excitable, slightly raucous way, and didn't notice how Sarah sat down, quite self-consciously, carefully crossing her legs. Zoe was holding forth about some old groper in her office. Sarah knew the man concerned, having worked at the same company a few years earlier, and felt that she exaggerated a bit, but then, that was Zoe. Around ten years her junior, they had met when Zoe was a new graduate assigned to Sarah's department. Sarah liked the girl's attitude -- getting on and getting the work done, but never taking things too seriously. They had become friends, rather than boss and employee, and were still good buddies several years after Sarah had moved on. Although several of the girls were also people she had worked with, most of her current crowd she'd met through Zoe, who had involved her in a lot of social events. At 38, Sarah was the oldest of the group, and the girls sometimes referred to her as 'the Boss'. However, they rarely made her feel the age gap -- she was just one of the girls. They sat and gossiped for a while until the place began to warm up, then most of them went for a prolonged session on the floor. After about 45 minutes, they took a break. Most of them returned to their seats, and a couple of the girls went to the loo. Sarah drank some of her water -- the wine in these places was undrinkable and most of the cocktails were far too sweet -- and looked around. The seating area round the bar was raised up, and she could see the dancers bobbing up and down on the dance floor. There were some guys standing around the edge of the floor, leaning or sitting on the outside of the platform. She saw that one was looking straight at her. He was actually rather attractive, which made a pleasant change; fit, long, thick dark hair, nice dark eyes and high cheekbones. As their eyes met, he grinned and gave her the 'thumbs up' sign. She smiled back, happy to be given appreciation by a man obviously some years younger than herself -- especially as she was surrounded by younger and potentially more attractive girls. Then it dawned on her -- the seats opposite her were unoccupied. From where he stood, he could see under the table and straight up her short skirt. Her look of surprise must have registered, because as she hurriedly crossed her legs, her admirer grinned and winked. She blushed. Then she thought 'sod it', and very deliberately uncrossed and opened her legs again, sliding slightly forward on her stool so that her skirt rode up a little higher. 'Let's see what he makes of that!' she thought, resuming eye contact as she took a sip of a vodka and tonic that Abi had just set down in front of her. She wondered whether she'd gone too far; whether the boy would nudge his friends and draw their attention to her nakedness. Instead he just gave her the 'OK' sign, thumb and index finger joined in a circle, other fingers raised, pursed his lips and leaned on the side of the bar platform, admiring the view. She acted nonchalant, though her heart was pounding. This was so unlike her. She'd had a fraction of the alcohol her friends had consumed, and she was surprised that, instead of hurriedly moving away to the anonymity of the toilets, she was brazenly displaying herself to a complete -- and, she had to admit, a rather hunky -- stranger. And he kept looking, admiring the view she was presenting to him. The situation was making her more than a little excited. "C'mon you tarts -- time for another bop!" Zoe's voice cut through her reverie. The girls were all getting to their feet for another session, possibly the last of the night as it was now after 1am and she had to leave by 2. She carefully stood up and headed towards the dance floor, watching the guy out of the corner of her eye. She lost sight of him as she and her friends squeezed through the crush, so she just started dancing, assuming (slightly dejectedly) that she'd never see him again. Ten minutes later, she turned around in mid-move and bumped into someone -- the guy from the bar area. He smiled and started to dance opposite her. She was impressed -- he certainly could move, in a way that few blokes could. He knew how to move his hips and arms, rather than adopting the rather pathetic 'hopping from one foot to the other' style adopted by most men she'd met. He was also very fit -- lean, quite tall -- and undoubtedly not a day over 25, probably younger. That put him into the 'toyboy' category, and she assumed he was doing the toying -- with her. Conversation being impossible on the dance floor, she just went with the flow and made lots of eye contact, enjoying the attention and the rather envious glances of the girls around her. Then, after about another fifteen minutes of dancing, the DJ put on a tune that she loathed. She pulled a face, and as if sensing his cue, the boy took her hand and led the way through the crowd to a quieter area at the back, known informally as "snoggers' corner". Here, the lights were low, the music a bit quieter -- it was just possible to hold a conversation if you leaned close enough -- and there was seating. Or more correctly, there were long, padded benches covered in dimly visible couples in various states of undress and initial stages of copulation. The boy glanced around, and seeing nowhere to sit, pulled her gently up against the wall and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was a surprise -- soft, sensuous and very welcome. She responded enthusiastically, as his arms moved around her. Her hands slid down his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles through his rather damp t-shirt. Her dress, which had a low back, gave him ample opportunity to touch her skin, something to which she had no objection at all, as his fingers seemed to set up little electric shocks wherever they met her exposed flesh. His thigh moved between hers, and she could feel it press the skirt of her dress firmly against her pussy. A tingling between her legs told her how wet she had become. When he finally broke the kiss, he switched his attention to her throat and the side of her neck, gradually nibbling his way up to her ear. "Seems you've been a forgetful girl tonight", he murmured. (Actually, he probably said it quite loudly, but the music was so loud it was almost as if he was whispering to her). She was a little puzzled and didn't reply for a moment. His hand snaked downwards, cupping her bottom, and deftly inserting a long finger into the back of her slit. The jolt of pleasure made her gasp. She realised what he meant. "Well, I..." She realised that telling him the story of how she had become panty-less would hardly enhance the mood, so she opted for a different tack. "Oh, yes, I have been a careless girl, haven't I?" She moved her hands down to cup his hard buttocks, pulling his thigh into firmer contact with her mound. He slipped his finger a little deeper into her slit, teasing the entrance to her vagina. Ooh -- very nice. He resumed kissing her, one finger stroking and now probing her slit, his other hand sliding round to capture a breast. She could feel the hardness of his body through his clothes. She slid her hand round from his hard bum, around his hip to rest on the outline of his equally hard cock through his tight trousers. This was getting very interesting. Now all she needed was... "Taxis for Baxter, Patterson, Fisher and Galbraith" The music had faded, and the DJ was as usual using the pause to announce the arrival of cabs -- including the one she was to share with Abi. Shit! She quickly glanced at her watch -- it was nearly ten past 2, and the cab had probably been waiting a while. What to do? Ask him home with her? Tricky, as she was staying the night with Abi in her tiny flat. There wasn't room for a guy. She couldn't change her plans and take the longer journey to her own home unless he had transport -- the last train was long gone. Perhaps see if she could go home with the new boy... "That's my cab. Looks like I've got to go -- unless...." "Shit! Yeah, they called mine as well, and I'm sharing with three mates. Can't I go back with you?" "Sorry, not tonight." She almost sobbed with frustration. She was soaking wet and getting desperate to get his face and his cock between her legs, in any sequence. He was the hottest man -- boy -- she'd seen in ages and he was about to slip away. "Wait -- give me your mobile!" He shrugged, reached into a pouch on his belt and retrieved the phone. She punched the number in and waited 'til she heard her own phone in her bag ring. "Right. The last number called is mine. My name's Sarah. Sarah. Got that?" He nodded. "What's yours?" "Sam" "Where do you live, Sam?" "Dartford, but like I said, I'm staying with mates in Battersea at the minute". "Call me tomorrow -- today -- right? I want to see you again. And if you're lucky I might be forgetful!" She kissed him once more, and felt his fingers give her pussy another flick, before withdrawing. "Oooh, you naughty boy!" she grinned as they finally broke the clinch. As the DJ again called out a list of names for cabs, she caught sight of Abi, in her coat, looking around in a worried way. She gave him a final squeeze. "What's my name?" "Sarah." "Good. And what have you got to do?" "Call you later." "And are you going to do it?" "Of course!" He lifted his finger theatrically to his mouth and sucked it. "I think I could get quite a taste for this." "Good". She gave him a final kiss and turned to dash over to Abi. "Bloody hell, Sarah, where have you been? If we're not lucky the cab will have gone by now!" "Sorry, sweetie. I got a bit distracted." Abi glanced up. Sam was right behind them at the cloakroom, getting his jacket. "So I see. Why don't I ever get that kind of distraction?" As they dashed out of the door and into a cab that roared off as soon as the door was shut, she almost said "Well, perhaps you should leave your knickers off every once in a while!" Sarah found it very hard to sleep. When she got home, she gulped down some water, cleaned her teeth and removed her make up, shouted goodnight to Abi and jumped into bed. The spare bedroom was tiny, but at least it was somewhere to crash, rather than try to make the impossible journey back to Woking. All she could think about was Sam -- his big dark eyes, his long dark hair, his high cheekbones, his lean body, his hard buttocks, his hard cock, and yes, his long finger in her pussy. She was so wet. She couldn't remember a time when she'd been as wet as this without a lot of mouth-work. There was nothing for it. She pulled her mini-vibrator from her overnight bag and brought herself to a fierce, jagged climax, biting the pillow so as not to alert Abi, eyes tight shut, picturing Sam naked. Abi wasn't the most accomplished of hostesses. She was a nice girl, but hadn't really become properly domesticated. She still behaved rather like a student. Breakfast was a cup of black instant coffee - which Sarah had to make for herself - as Abi had neglected to buy any fresh milk and what she had was off. There was no fruit or cereal in the house, but Sarah did manage to find a loaf of bread (white, stodgy stuff) and make herself a slice of toast. When Abi still hadn't stirred at 11, Sarah took her a coffee. Abi took a sip, grunted a "thanks" and turned over to go back to sleep. Sarah said "Look Abs, I want to do some shopping. I'll head off, and when you're ready, call me and we'll meet up, OK?" A feeble "OK" emerged from the bedding. Sarah headed back to her room and selected a top and jeans. She showered, applied some slap and began to get dressed. She started pulling on her panties, and then suddenly stopped. Discarding the jeans, she found a short-but-decent skirt in her bag and pulled it on. She then tried out a number of poses in the mirror. After last night's adventure, the thought of going out around Town with no knickers was suddenly very exciting. Having explored a number of poses in which she would -- and wouldn't -- expose her nakedness, she came to an inescapable conclusion. Removing the skirt again, she headed for the bathroom, and for the first time shaved her pussy. She had trimmed her pubes before, of course, preferring to pluck out hairs wherever possible to avoid re-growth, so she wasn't particularly hairy. However, it seemed inescapable that, to complete the effect, she needed to remove all of the hair. It was a tricky exercise, and she didn't escape without nicking herself a couple of times. However, once rinsed and moisturised, she had to admit, looking in the mirror, that it both looked and felt pretty horny. On the Tube into Oxford Circus she suddenly felt self-conscious. Two elderly ladies sat opposite her for part of the journey, and she was terrified she might accidentally flash them. Then a very creepy-looking bloke got on, sat opposite her and stared at her for about three stops. She had decided that it made no sense, and looked ridiculous, to wear a bra but no panties, so she selected a tight and fairly substantial t-shirt that kept her firm and relatively modest tits in check. However, this didn't stop her nipples offering themselves up for inspection, and the man opposite had noticed this. Although the day was quite warm and it was stuffy in the carriage, she put her light jacket back on, taking care not to un-cross her legs, and sat in a rather hunched position until Oxford Circus. The next issue was the escalator. If she timed it wrong, she would end up standing in a position where some nerd could look up his skirt. The station was fairly busy, so she managed to get on a few steps ahead of a couple of decent-looking men. If they were admiring her arse, it wasn't clear, because they seemed to be locked in conversation for the first half of the ride. However, they went quiet a little after the halfway point, and she hoped they had gained something from the trip. At the top, she strode away purposefully and off through the barriers. As she collected her ticket after the machine had scanned it, she turned to see the two men watching her. She smiled and moved on. As she sashayed along Oxford Street, the unfamiliar sensation of cool air on her bare pussy was tantalising and delightful. She stopped at a shoe shop and got the cute male assistant to bring her a pair of very sexy heels. She struggled to get them on, requesting his help. He knelt down at her feet, fastened the difficult ankle straps, and as he raised his head to ask if they were OK now, she could tell by his expression that he had caught a glimpse of what he was meant to see. She made a point of admiring the shoes, sitting with her knees apart, apparently oblivious of the fact that he was simultaneously admiring her pussy. She got up, walked up and down and looked at herself in the mirror. The heels did make her legs look sexy, and added further frisson to the pleasant tingle she was feeling as a result of exposing herself to the assistant. She returned to her seat, carefully sat down opposite the boy and checked from the direction of his gaze that she had gained his full attention. Nonchalantly, she said "D'you know, I'm not sure about these. Could you please keep them for me? What time do you close tonight?" "Six o'clock" he said not taking his eyes off the view she had presented him with. "Good. If I decide I want them, I'll come back before 6. And is that when you - get off?" She emphasised the double-entendre. "Er -- yes." He looked into her face, a little nonplussed. She smiled. He was clearly unsure whether she was giving him a come-on or not, and that's how she wanted to leave it. She removed the shoes and handed them to him with another smile, then put her own shoes back on and stood up. "Hope to see you later, then!" As she strode confidently out of the shop, she could feel delicious tingling sensations inside. She was being a naughty girl for the first time in her life, and loving it. She had a leisurely coffee at Starbucks, positioning herself on a stool at the window counter to give her the opportunity to flash any interesting guys going past. She was really getting into this, and it was getting her seriously turned on. So far she'd exposed herself to two very good looking -- young - men and got the sort of reaction she would never have dreamed of for a woman pushing 40. She checked her phone again; nothing from Abi, and more importantly nothing from Sam. It was nearly 1pm. Surely he must be up and about by now? She resisted the temptation to call or text him yet. Instead, she focused on the men in the café, deciding if any of them were worthy of a flash. On careful inspection, she decided not. To her surprise, however, she noticed a striking-looking black girl looking at her strangely. Intrigued, Sarah turned a little on her stool so that the girl could get a better view. The girl was clearly looking in the right direction. After a few moments, she looked up into Sarah's eyes and very subtly moved her tongue to stroke her upper lip. She then reached across her table and moved her shopping bags off the chair opposite her, then motioned for Sarah to join her. Intrigued, Sarah climbed down off her stool quite gingerly, carried the remains of her coffee across to the table and sat down. "Hi", said the girl, extending a hand "I'm Jenni. I love your outfit -- I just couldn't help noticing you I thought you might like to join me, so perhaps we could get to know each other a little better." Sarah took the proffered hand. "Very pleased to meet you. I'm Sarah." She sat down. Jenni was dressed in a pink V-neck t-shirt that showed off her dark-chocolate skin and full breasts very effectively, with pink glass earrings and a matching pendant that hung tantalisingly on a long, silver chain in her cleavage. She was wearing tight jeans and rather nice strappy sandals -- also pink - and her finger and toenails were painted a matching shade. "So, is your current outfit how you usually dress, or is it for someone special?" Jenni kept her voice quiet against the hubbub of chatter around them, but there was a certain erotic intensity behind it. Sarah had largely focused her sexuality on guys. She had occasionally noticed some really sexy girls, and idly wondered what it might be like to play with them. On one occasion, when she'd had rather a lot to drink, she had once snogged a girl she had met at a party, who she was pretty sure was a closet lesbian. She had enjoyed it, but they had been interrupted by the girl's boyfriend before it had gone too far. Jenni was undoubtedly hot, from her lustrous, black curly hair, her big, brown eyes and hot pink lips to the swell of her tits, the flare of her hips and her long slim legs. Sarah found it a shock to find herself getting turned on from looking at another woman. Sarah's Commando Adventure "I -- I sort of -- that is..." Should she explain that this was all a happy accident, that a mishap last night -- no, this morning - had led to a glorious ongoing sexual glow. No. "I like how it feels to dress this way, and I like the attention it brings." "So did you mean for me to see?" Jenni raised an eyebrow, smiling. "I -- well, I suppose so. Normally I prefer men to see -- to see how I'm dressed. When I realised you'd noticed, I -- well, I was intrigued." Jenni leaned closer. "Do you often go with girls?" Sarah shook her head. "Does the thought of it turn you on?" Sarah nodded. Jenni lowered her voice. "Look, let's cut to the chase. When I saw your pussy a few minutes ago, the way you were sitting, your look, I thought 'mmmm, interesting'. Looking at you has made me wet. If you're interested, there's somewhere we can go to get some rapid relief from the tension I think we're both feeling. But it's a little bit risky -- are you up for it?" Jenni gave her a challenging look. Sarah felt a fluttering sensation in her abdomen. Her throat was dry, but her pussy was definitely wet. She glanced around to ensure that no-one was eavesdropping, then nodded quite emphatically. Jenni smiled. "Come on, then". She got up, collected her shopping and led the way to the door. She headed straight for a large department store, steering Sarah through the ladies fashion departments, and picking up a number of items, seemingly at random. She passed a handful of them -- dresses, shorts, tops -- to Sarah, who looked at them, a shade bemused. "These aren't really my style", she said. "That's not important. They're just an excuse to get into the changing rooms. We need as many as they'll allow us -- five each." At the entrance to the changing rooms, they stood in line awaiting their turn. Jenni turned to Sarah and said "I'll go in first. I'll hang this bikini over the door to show where I am. When it's your turn, make sure no-one's looking and come in with me." The changing rooms were well-appointed and quite large, with wooden doors, and Sarah was unsurprised that Jenni had chosen this place for their tryst. She wondered, as she waited until the next person came out, how many times Jenni had used this place before. When it was Sarah's turn to go in, the girl at the door looked very bored and paid no attention as she slipped into the already-occupied booth and closed the door. Jenni was naked, looking magnificent and a little daunting, her dark skin giving off a sensual sheen in the harsh lighting. The jut of her large firm breasts and the inviting cleft of her smooth pussy were sights that made Sarah's heartbeat quicken still further. Without a word, the black girl took the clothes from Sarah's hand and quickly hung them on a rail at the back of the booth. She then grabbed Sarah and kissed her with a passion she had rarely felt with a man. After a moment's hesitation, Sarah responded in kind. Jenni clawed at Sarah's clothes, dragging the top upwards, forcing a break in the kiss that enabled them both to draw breath. "Nice tits" she breathed, before closing her warm, lipstick-slick lips around one nipple, then the other. Sarah instinctively grabbed Jenni's breasts. "Wow, not as good as yours. They're spectacular!" she whispered urgently. Then she gasped as Jenni's hand went under her skirt and straight onto her pussy, her long, manicured finger lifting high into her slit. "God, you're soaked!" Jenni hissed into her ear, before once again covering her mouth with her own while stroking Sarah's most sensitive parts in what was clearly a well-practiced manner. Sarah let go of one breast and slipped her own fingers into Jenni's slit, and felt as much as heard the black girl's moan in response. They stood for a while like that, feeling, stroking, probing each other's pussies, kissing, almost devouring each other's mouths, until they were both very wet and Sarah could feel her heart pounding. Then suddenly, Jenni broke the clinch, steered Sarah back onto a chair in the corner, and dropped to her knees. She spread Sarah's legs wide and dived in with her tongue and lips, spreading her pussy lips with her thumbs, massaging the entrance to her vagina as she greedily devoured Sarah's clit. Sarah almost screamed with the strength of the sensation, and she was forced to grab her t-shirt and stuff a corner of it into her mouth to muffle her cries. Jenni kept on with her tongue and finger treatment until Sarah had come for almost a minute. Then she stood up, and switched places with Sarah. "Now me!" she hissed. Sarah dropped to her knees and slipped her fingers back between Jenni's legs. She was intrigued by the black girl's anatomy; fully shaven, Jenni's pussy lips were a pale chocolate colour, whilst the inner folds were a luscious pink. Sarah had never gone down on a girl before, and wasn't really sure where to start, but she just thought about what she enjoyed and went with the flow. Tongue along outer lips, then inner, across the perineum and around the puckered anus. Light, then deeper probing, first with tongue, then with fingers in Jenni's vagina. Finally focusing on the pink bud of the clit, with firm, even strokes, and sliding a wet, exploratory finger into her other hole. Jenni clearly enjoyed what she was doing, if her gasps of 'Yes, yes, yes!' were anything to go by. Then Jenni grabbed her hair, pulling Sarah's face tightly against her slit. 'Oh yes! Suck my black pussy, white bitch! Lick me 'til I come, you hot little white whore!' she hissed. Not quite what Sarah had expected, but she assumed this was Jenni's idea of erotic language. She wasn't offended, but it wasn't so much a turn-on for Sarah as it clearly was for Jenni. She pressed her mouth firmly between Jenni's spread pussy lips and treated the black girl's clit to a high-pressure tongue bath, whilst enthusiastically fucking both Jenni's holes. Jenni's squeals reached a high pitch, and like Sarah, the black girl had to stuff her fingers in her own mouth to prevent herself screaming out loud. Sarah suddenly became aware of a stream of liquid which hit her on the chin and dribbled down her body. She held on, despite this unexpected shower, until the spasms she could feel around her fingers subsided. Jenni reached down and stroked Sarah's hair. "That was amazing. You're a natural. Hey, sorry about the squirt. Here, use these tissues to clean up, then we'd better get out of here before someone gets suspicious!" Across the road in the pub, Sarah gulped her wine and took a folk-full of salad. Jenni smiled at her. "So, did you like the taste of pussy?" "What do you think? Though I suspect I'll smell of sex all afternoon." "There are worse things to smell of. So, you've really never had a girl before?" "Oh, a few adolescent fumblings, but nothing serious. It was certainly a surprise to find out how much I enjoyed it, how turned on I was by the whole experience. Are you 100% lesbian?" "Well, I usually prefer girls, but I have been known to take the odd cock if it's attached to a pretty enough guy. Do you think you could become at least bi?" "After today, definitely, though I'm not sure how I'd go about picking up girls." "Well, perhaps we could go out together and we can meet some people? Unfortunately I have to be somewhere later, but look, here's my number. Give me yours, and maybe we can meet up during the week or next weekend?" "Yes, that would be fun. The trouble is that I don't live in London, so I have to beg spare rooms in friends' flats. In fact, I'm crashing in one tonight -- a bit of a hell-hole." "I know a great little hotel, only about 5 minutes' walk from here. It's not fancy, but the rooms are clean, the showers good and they even have bidets in the bathrooms! And it's very cheap for this part of Town. Do you want the number?" Fifteen minutes later, having kissed Jenni goodbye (rather more passionately than perhaps appropriate in public) with promises to meet again soon, she began to put a plan in place. First, having checked her messages and found nothing from Sam, she decided to take the initiative. "So wots up?" she texted. "Whos this" came back. "Sarah" "Sarah who" "Forgetful sarah from last night". "OH YESSSSS!!!! Hey there. Where r u" "In town. Where r u" "At a mates. Wot r u doing 2nite" "Depends on u. Wot do u want 2 do" "Pick up where we left off. C u @ the club?" At that, Sarah hit the dial button. He answered immediately. "Hey babes. Is that really you? I lost your number, so I hoped you'd call." "Hey yourself. I don't really want to go to the club tonight. I thought we might use the time more -- usefully. Why don't you meet me for a drink at around 10? I'll text you the address." "Cool." "And don't lose the number again!" "Don't worry babes, I won't. Are you going to be forgetful again tonight?" "I don't know what you're talking about. By the way -- bring a toothbrush." "Sure thing. See you at 10, mystery lady!" Sarah called the hotel. Yes, they had a room, the rate was reasonable and they could hold it on a credit card number. Next, she phoned Abi. After a long delay, a male voice answered the phone. It was Abi's boyfriend, Josh. "Hi -- is Abi there?" "She's -- she's a bit busy at the moment." Yes, I bet she is. "OK. It's Sarah. I just wanted to know if someone will be there when I get back in about half an hour, only I don't have a key." "Sure. We'll be here. We'll leave the door on the latch for you." Sarah collected her things, finished her wine and headed back out. She stopped at Boots to buy a few 'essentials', then took the Tube back to Abi's place. The door wasn't on the latch, but after she had rung the doorbell 3 times, it finally opened. A rather sheepish Josh, in a fetching pair of blue boxers, stood behind the door. "Sorry to disturb you folks. I'm not staying. I just need to collect some things and head off again. Please tell Abi I won't be at the club tonight -- I'll be meeting someone. Oh, and don't wait up, as I'll probably be staying out." She threw her belongings back into her small roller case, together with her purchases from the day. (She'd had to buy and wear a new t-shirt as the one she'd gone out in was now stained with lipstick and Jenni's pussy juices). Fifteen minutes later, she was off down the hall, smiling to herself at the sound of Abi's passionate moans through the not-quite-closed bedroom door. Another Tube ride and a brisk walk later -- including a few more knowing smiles from men who had spotted her secret -- and she arrived at the hotel. Unprepossessing from the outside, the rooms were indeed comfortable and clean. She unpacked the essential items, stashing condoms, lube and her mini vibrator in the bedside drawer and hanging the clothes she intended to wear in the wardrobe. She showered, applied her makeup and dressed in a suitable outfit -- her new tight top (no bra), a cheeky skirt (no panties, of course) a light jacket and a pair of comfortable but attractive shoes. She completed her make-up, checked her watch, and headed back towards Oxford Street. It was around 5:45 when she arrived back at the shoe shop. The boy who had served her earlier was with another customer, so she browsed around until he was free, then went up to him and asked to try on once more the shoes she had selected earlier. He brought them out, somewhat flustered, and she got him to put them back on her, making sure that he could see up her skirt. He was blushing bright red as she stretched out her legs, ostensibly to admire the shoes but also to ensure he had a grandstand view of her smooth, freshly showered and perfumed pussy. Then she leaned forward. "What's your name?" she asked. "N-Nathan". "Well, Nathan, I think I'll take these. I'd like to keep wearing them, so could you please pack up my old shoes in the box for the new ones. And tell me, do you still get off in -- " she checked her watch, "five minutes?" "Er -- yes". "Good. I know you've been admiring the view from down there. Do you like what you see?" He grinned, sheepishly. "What's not to like?" "Good, Nathan, because not only have you made a sale today, you've also made a very positive impression on this customer, and you deserve some special customer appreciation. In a moment, after I've paid, I'm going to strut, in my new heels that you've so expertly sold me, across to that pub over the road. I'm going to wait there for a little while to see if a particular young man wishes to join me. And then, assuming he has no other pressing business, I'd like to suggest a taxi ride to my hotel and a more -- shall we say, in depth -- exploration of that particular view. Does that interest you?" "Er -- yes. Very much." His face was a picture of surprised -- not to say delighted -- anticipation. "Good. Then I suggest that you ensure that you let anyone who may be expecting you know that you won't be around for a couple of hours, and then let me pay for these shoes." When Nathan stepped rather hesitantly into the pub, Sarah spotted him in the mirror behind the bar. She swivelled around on her stool, and couldn't resist flashing him again. "Hi Nathan. Glad you could make it. I'm Sarah, by the way. Here's your Coke. You seemed a little nervous, so I've taken the liberty of putting a vodka in it." He gulped his drink. She smiled. "Relax. Lets sit down over there, shall we?" Seated at a quiet table by the window, she turned and looked into his rather soulful blue eyes. He raised his glass to his mouth in a self-conscious gesture. "You don't need to act so nervous. It's OK -- I'm not going to eat you. Well, probably only one part of you." She chuckled as he nearly choked on his drink. Carefully she took the glass out of his hand and leaned conspiratorially close. "Tell me, Nathan. How old are you?" "Er, nineteen." "And do you have a girlfriend?" He nodded. "What's her name?" "Janine." "Nice name. And do you -- sleep with Janine?" "N-not yet. We've just -- started going out." "OK. And are you going to see her later tonight?" He nodded again. "Fine. Then what I suggest you do is finish that drink, then we can go to my hotel, and I can teach you a few things you might find useful when Janine" -- she glanced around -- "decides it's time to open her legs for you. Because as you can see, I think you're rather cute, and I'd very much like to open my legs for you very soon. Would you like that, Nathan?" Nathan's big blue eyes were even wider. He grabbed his glass and started swigging his vodka and Coke as if his life depended on it. "Slow down! I'll still be wet in an hour's time, and I don't want you belching all over me!" She took in once more the cute package before her. Long blonde hair, shaggily cut to leave a fringe that accentuated his enormous blue eyes. High cheekbones and a soft, sweet little mouth -- almost feminine. A skinny body with long legs and deliciously tight little bum. Overall quite delectable. She hadn't had a young boy since she was in her teens herself. The experience then had been rather mixed -- usually thety were pretty but inept -- and she hadn't had the experience back then to be able to guide her lovers to make it more enjoyable. Right now, the prospect of tutoring a gorgeous young boy seemed tantalising and delicious. In the cab on the way to the hotel she stroked his thigh softly through his trousers. Then she took his hand and placed it on her own thigh, guiding it up under her skirt. As his fingers made contact with her pussy, she let out a low moan. "Wow, Sarah, you're so wet!" he whispered. "That's thanks to you, Nathan. And I think you'll be very pleased about how wet I am in a few minutes." At the hotel she paid the cabbie and led the way into the lift. Once the doors closed, she put her arms around him and kissed him passionately. His returned kiss was nice; sweet, soft, innocent-feeling. His slim body was tight, firm, all hard corners and no soft flab. In the room she pointed him at the bathroom. "Shower -- and be thorough. Then come out and show me what you can do." Ten minutes later, she opened the bathroom door on a surprised Nathan. Surprised, not just because he was naked, still towelling himself dry, but because she was also naked except for her new killer heels. "Couldn't wait" she explained, matter-of-factly, before dropping to her knees and capturing his semi-hard cock in her mouth. Nathan moaned loudly, his head thrown back, his hands moving to bury themselves in her hair. He rapidly swelled to fill her mouth, and she relished the power she had over this cute young boy. Her mouth slid up and down his hard shaft no more than a dozen times before he moaned "Oh no!" and came, explosively in her mouth. She held on until his spasms -- quite a few -- had subsided and she had swallowed his thick, slightly salty sperm. Then she slowly withdrew, smiling up at him with a few dribbles of cum on her lips. "I -- sorry, I wasn't expecting that", he stuttered. "Don't worry -- I was. When I was your age, most of my boyfriends hadn't learnt to control themselves. The best approach was to get them -- and now you -- to come quickly. Next time -- and that will be soon -- you'll take longer. Now, my pussy is in desperate need of some attention. Take me to bed and demonstrate what you can do." She led him by the cock into the bedroom, grabbing a water glass on the way and swigging to take away some of the taste. The shoes made her walk like a model, with a pronounced wiggle to her hips. She caught sight of herself and Nathan in the mirror, and was impressed by how sexy she looked, naked but for her shoes and jewellery. Her firm, pert breasts and flat stomach testified to many hours in the gym, and her shoulder-length blonde hair, tousled a little by Nathan's hands, framed her face nicely and distracted from the few wrinkles that had appeared in recent years. Nathan looked a little apprehensive, but his cock was already hardening encouragingly. On the bed they kissed again. She really liked the way he kissed -- shy, soft, tentative but very sensual. His touch on her skin was delicate and gentle. His soft, almost feminine skin, his big blue eyes, his floppy blonde hair enhanced his innocence, and she loved the feeling that she was seducing, somehow corrupting him. His hands moved over her skin, and set up delicious tingling sensations wherever they touched. Whether he was particularly skilled, or whether it was just the image in her mind of herself as corrupter of young boys that was making her horny, she didn't know or care; it just felt good. As he cupped and caressed her breasts, she could feel her nipples hardening, the sweet aching between her legs getting stronger by the moment. He changed position so that he could suckle on her nipple, and she took the opportunity to guide one of his hands between her legs. The touch of his fingers in her slit felt good. He seemed to know to stroke, rather than poke, and she let out a low moan as he tantalised her clit and her inner lips. His long middle finger slid inside her, curling up to stroke her g-spot, and she realised he was perhaps not as innocent as he looked. Soon they had settled into a very nice rhythm, two fingers inside her, his other thumb caressing her clit, his mouth alternately kissing her mouth and suckling her nipples. For her part, she gently stroked his cock, keeping him hard but not getting him too excited -- yet. "Your fingers are very clever. Do you know how to eat pussy?" she asked after a few more minutes of his surprisingly-skilled finger work. "Mmm" he murmured around a mouthful of nipple. "Then why don't you taste mine?" He needed no further prompting, and shuffled into position, leaving his fingers inside her and resting on his elbows. At first his touch was too soft, almost tickling, but after a bit of guidance and prompting he got the pressure and speed just right. It didn't take long before she was close to the edge for a second time. She began stroking her own nipples, unconsciously bucking her hips as her climax mounted. He started flicking faster and harder, and she had to grab his hair and speak to him urgently. "No! Don't speed up. Keep it -- keep it the same." Sarah's Commando Adventure He learned quickly, and moments later the spasms started in earnest. She heard herself moaning loudly, and she kept coming as he continued to lick and finger-fuck her. It wasn't the best pussy-eating she'd had -- Jenni's earlier efforts were in a different league - but it was certainly more than adequate to get her to come, quite strongly, for the second time today. As she drifted down, she glanced at his cute face, all big blue eyes, floppy hair, high cheekbones, chiselled jaw, grinning up from between her legs, and her abdomen gave a final spasm at the sheer cuteness of the boy who had just licked her to orgasm. She reached down, pulled him up her body and kissed him passionately, tasting her juices still on his mouth. "Nathan, that was excellent. I bet Janine enjoys that." "Er -- we haven't exactly..." "Shame -- the girl needs to find out soon what she's missing or I'll be coming back -- literally -- for more. Why don't you go to the mini-bar. I've put a bottle of champagne in there. I think we should celebrate an orgasm each. Then perhaps you can fuck me." She smiled as his cock twitched with excitement at her words. "I -- I don't really drink wine. Just coke and sometimes beer." "Share a glass with me now, like a sophisticated young man." He extracted the bottle from the mini-bar and she showed him how to open it. He sipped gingerly at his glass, but clearly was not impressed. She dribbled some on her nipples -- it felt cold and made her nipples hard -- and got him to lick it off. Then she dribbled a little on his cock and sucked it clean. As he struggled not to come a second time, she tore open a condom from the bedside and skilfully applied it with her mouth. She reasoned that, even with the numbing effect of the condom and the fact that this was his second time, he wasn't going to last long. It was therefore unlikely that she would come again without substantial help from fingers tongue -- or a vibrator. She lay on the edge of the bed, with her feet on the floor, her bum on a pillow on the edge of the mattress and in view of a large mirror on the wall. She handed him her small vibrator. "Lay this against my clit -- gently now. When I tell you, I want you to fuck me. Think you can do that?" "Oh yes!" "Good. Take it slowly. I know you're not built like John Holmes, but I want you to last for as long as possible, and I want it to feel good for us both. If I want it harder, I'll tell you. OK?" He nodded, turned the vibrator on and gently laid it along her slit, slowly sliding it over her clit as he had done with his fingers earlier. It felt good, and slowly she became more and more aroused. Then he dipped the head of the vibrator inside her. "No. Not in my cunt. Keep it on my pussy lips and my clit." He was clearly a little surprised, either by her language or her emphatic tone. As the gentle buzzing restored her sensations again, she gazed up at him. He looked so cute, a sweet, skinny, delectable boy with a very erect, throbbing cock. She decided it was time. "Give me the vibrator, then put your cock at the entrance to my cunt. Good. Now push -- gently." His wasn't a particularly big cock. A little slim, really, and even though she prided herself on being tight for her age, he didn't exactly fill her up. Nonetheless, she'd been craving a cock all day -- more so since her encounter with Jenni -- and it was nice to have some man-meat inside her at last. She hooked her legs behind his back and pressed him close with her heels. He was so pretty! A bit like a young Matt Damon and Elijah Wood as Frodo and Johnny Depp as Gilbert Grape and John Taylor of Duran Duran (who she'd privately creamed for when she was 13) all rolled into one. A glance at the mirror confirmed that she did indeed have a very cute boy between her thighs. As he began some slow thrusts, she tilted her hips to gain maximum contact between his cock-head and her g-spot. She knew he wouldn't last long, so she returned the vibrator to her clit and concentrated on admiring his cute face and skinny body, letting her eyes and mind take her upwards. She adored the boyish look of lust tinged with a little confusion on his face, and she found the way his taut young muscles moved under his pale, smooth skin a real turn on. She twisted and bucked her hips, willing the contact she craved to push her on and over. The vibrator was taking her in the right direction, but there was a nagging fear that any moment he would grunt, come and soften before she was ready, and this was an irritating distraction. Finally she could feel the magic tingling that told her she would soon be coming. She looked up at Nathan, and saw that he was covered in perspiration and he had a look of intense concentration on his face. She judged that he'd probably been fucking her for around two minutes, which was pretty good for most boys his age, but she knew he was near his limit. Oh well, what he hell.... She looked him straight in the eye. "That's good Nathan. Just -- just keep fucking -- fucking me -- just like that -- yes..." Nearly there. She loved talking dirty to a new lover -- to any lover for that matter -- acting the tart, getting the reaction. "Keep -- keep giving me -- your nice cock -- yes. Yes. Like that. Yes, right in my cunt -- in my wet, wet..." He suddenly thrust forward hard, throwing his head back and letting out a cry that spoke of both ecstasy and anguish. He was coming -- she could feel his cock twitching inside her. "Yeah, baby. Come in my wet cunt. Come in my OH YES!" The contractions were good. Not the strongest she'd felt, not as powerful as, say, Jenni or even Nathan had given her orally, but definitely good. The waves of sensation lasted around half a minute, as she kept sliding the vibrator over her clit. Yes, she'd had her orgasm with a boy's cock inside her. Not the greatest, and with a fair amount of help from a vibrator, but it would definitely do. Nathan's chest was heaving, his floppy hair now slick with the sweat from his exertions. As his own orgasm subsided, he eased his cock out of her and slid onto the bed beside her. She kissed him again and enjoyed the feel of his soft skin and hard muscles against her. "That was very good, Nathan. You fuck pretty well. You made me come." "Not really. You did most of it yourself with the vibrator." "Some, but you did well to keep rubbing my g-spot with your cock. It felt good. And you do look amazingly cute." "Thanks. And you're amazingly hot for..." "For an old lady?" "No! I meant..." She laughed. "Nathan, I'm not kidding myself. I'm almost old enough to be your mother, and it was a huge turn on to me to be fucking someone your age who's as good looking as you. No, don't interrupt. As I'm sure you know, you're very attractive -- just a bit shy. Older ladies like me find that endearing, but girls your age want someone who's a bit stronger and in control. So just remember; today you fucked an experienced older woman and made her come twice, once with your mouth and once with your cock. And you made me wet just looking at you. That's pretty ego-boosting stuff, don't you think? So, are you going to fuck Janine tonight?" "I don't think she'll let me. So far we've got as far as fingering, but she won't go any farther than that." "Well, I think the next time you're fingering her, change position and use your tongue like you did on me. Keep finger-fucking her like you did with me tonight -- you know, curling your fingers and rubbing the g-spot -- keep the tongue pressure reasonably firm, don't speed up and she'll come for you like I did. Then you have a really good opportunity to move on to a blowjob or a fuck. And as for staying power, I know one boy who put on two condoms, one over the other, to reduce the sensations and improve his girth. Worked for me -- for the first time, I came before he did." "Thanks Sarah. I might try that." "Here." She shuffled up the bed and pulled two condoms from the box from the bedside. "I can spare these. Try them -- you never know! Oh, and if you ever need another lesson or a practice session with an older lady, here's my number." Nathan immediately grabbed his mobile and keyed it in, calling her phone to ensure that Sarah also had his number. "Thanks -- thanks for -- everything, Sarah. You're really hot, and I'd like to -- to see you again." "Good. I'd like that. Now clean up and sod off -- Janine needs a good seeing-to, and you're going to do it tonight!" When Nathan had left (she couldn't resist taking a couple of naked photos of him with her phone), she showered again, reapplied her make-up and changed into a slinky dress. She put the 'fuck-me heels' back on and sashayed across to the little wine bar she'd spotted earlier. A small plate of pasta and a glass of wine made her feel ready for anything. She looked around at the clientele; mostly groups of girls out for the night and a few romantic couples. One or two of her fellow diners glanced at her, sitting on her own at a table near the door, and she guessed that she may well be the object of pity or derision. Well, depending on what happened in the next -- she checked her watch again -- ten or fifteen minutes, they may be right. Or possibly very wrong. To amuse herself, she played her flashing game with a couple of the males in the restaurant. There was a couple about 20 feet away, the woman facing away from her, the man looking in her direction. As she toyed with her food, she slowly twisted around in her chair so that the tight, stretchy material of the dress hitched up her thighs as she opened her legs. She guessed that he had a clear view up her skirt from where he sat, but she waited a few moments to glance up and confirm her suspicions. Sure enough, he was trying to talk nonchalantly to his partner whilst taking sneaky glances in her direction. Then one of the waiters caught a glimpse of what was going on. She could see him looking fairly brazenly in her direction, and after a few moments he came over to her. "Would the señora like anything else? Anything at all?" "Just a coffee for now, thank you. Maybe something else later." She looked him up and down. A little smarmy, perhaps, but definitely passable. Dark complexion, long-ish black hair, nice smile, big dark eyes, fit-looking body. Yes, he'd do if nothing better came along. But just then, it did. To the clear annoyance of the waiter and to the wide-eyed amazement of the women on adjacent tables, Sam breezed in. She was a little surprised; she somehow expected him to be late, but he was actually at least five minutes early. Also, he looked phenomenal. His dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, further accentuating his cheekbones and firm, chiselled jaw. His big, soulful, deep-brown eyes looked enormous, and his mouth looked irresistibly kissable. He was wearing a soft, dark, open-necked shirt and tight black chinos. His first move, after saying "Hi!" was to bend forward and kiss her, gently touching her arm as he did so. The tingle that ran through her bounced from her lips to her nipples to her pussy in less than a second. A quick glance over his shoulder showed that she had earned the undying envy of women around the restaurant. "May I?" he said, offering her his lovely, white, even smile and pulling back a chair opposite. "Be my guest." She glanced at the waiter who was still hovering, then turned back to Sam. "Would you like a drink?" "Sure." Turning to the waiter he asked "Do you have vodka and Red Bull." The waiter's look was one of mild disgust. "If not, I'll have vodka and Coke, please". The waiter scurried off, muttering. "Sorry, it's not very sophisticated I know, and it doesn't go with food, but the vodka relaxes me and the caffeine keeps me buzzing. I find it a useful drink for keeping going late at night -- if you see what I mean." "I do. I'm really glad you could make it. I've been thinking about our little encounter all day." "So have I. Really, and I'm sorry I was a bit confused when you sent your text. On the way home this morning I got 3 calls from friends, and I couldn't work out your number. Today I've been helping a mate move into his new flat, and it's been mayhem. We only stopped around 8 and I just managed to grab a take-away pizza and I test out his shower -- it's rather good, got all these clever jets and stuff -- before getting changed and coming over here. How was your day?" "Oh, you know, shopping. Had a fun time with a new girlfriend, trying on new clothes, bought some shoes and did a little test drive... All in all quite nice." The waiter arrived and put down Sarah's coffee and Sam's drink with more than a little disgust. Sarah asked for the bill, as Sam poured and started to sip his drink. He looked at her in an appraising way, taking in her face, her tits and, leaning around the table, her legs. He appeared to like what he saw. Smiling at her, he said "You look even hotter than you did last night. Have you been forgetful today?" "Forgetful? About what?" She maintained a straight face. He raised an eyebrow. "Oh! You mean... Oh my God, I think I've left my... I mean...." Her expression of feigned shock disintegrated into a broad grin. Leaning closer, she said "I think you'll find that there's nothing solid covering those parts -- only liquid." "Excellent. So how do you see the rest of the evening?" he asked nonchalantly. "Well, as I see it we have three options. We could stay here and have a meal together, but we've both already eaten." He nodded. "We could go back to the club and dance and drink." "Been there, done that." She leaned a little closer and lowered her voice. "So option three is that we go back to my room and fuck each other's brains out." She tried to keep her tone light and matter of fact, half afraid he's say 'no thanks'. "Exactly what I was thinking." At that moment, the waiter arrived with the bill. She glanced at it, handed the waiter £20 -- constituting a very large tip -- and stood up. "Thanks, Sergio", she said to him. "Hope to see you again sometime soon." His hostile expression softened at the promise of delights postponed, not lost. "OK, Sam, finish your drink and let's go." He took another swig, then put the glass down and ushered her out of the restaurant. As they crossed the street, his arm snaked around her back and slid down to her bum. Ordinarily this sort of public proprietorial gesture would have irritated her -- a guy implying that he knew her sexually and was showing it off to the world. Instead, she felt a thrill that her drop-dead-gorgeous companion was sending exactly that message. Most of the women in the restaurant, and those in the busy street around her, would have killed to have Sam's hand on their bottoms, or vice versa. She could feel the slight shiver as the increased wetness brought on by her lustful thoughts met the cooler night air under her short skirt. Her heart was pounding. The night manager at the hotel barely gave her a second glance, but as she headed for the lift, Sam said "what floor?" "Second." "Then let's take the stairs. After you." She whispered "dirty boy!" before heading to the staircase. As she turned onto the second flight he stopped, watching her. As she reached the top, she turned, facing him, legs apart. "Enjoying the view?" "Very much." He climbed the steps until he reached the one below her. This put them face to face, and he slid one hand into her hair and pulled her face to his, kissing her in a thrilling, melting manner. Then his other hand swung round her waist, down over her bottom and into the gap between her legs. His finger slid straight into her liquid slit, probing her vagina and eliciting a deep moan from her throat. She broke the kiss. "If you want more of that, follow me." She pulled away and virtually ran up the remaining stairs, fumbled with the key as he caught up, and then they burst into her room. In a lustful frenzy they clawed at each others' clothes. She found Sam's shirt was too fiddly to unbutton, so she dragged it off over his head. Underneath, his body was everything she's imagined and more. Firm pecs, nicely-sculpted broad shoulders, a fabulous tapering waist and well-defined 6-pack -- absolutely gorgeous. He had meanwhile pulled the top of her dress down to her waist, and hiked her skirt up so that the slinky dress was now little more than a broad waistband. As she unbuttoned his trousers, his hands returned to caress her body, one snaking over her arm and then her breast, the other pressing directly into her slit. She unzipped him, and to her delight found that he too had gone commando, and presenting itself for her attention was a good-sized, smooth, circumcised cock and hairless balls. Just as her hand started to get acquainted with his length and more importantly his rather pleasing girth, he suddenly spun her around, and she found herself facing the large mirror. He pressed his body up tight behind her, clutching a breast in one hand and pressing the other into her slit. His cock pressed up against her bum, nestling into the crack, his slim hips pressed up tight behind her. He started licking and nibbling her neck, then, as she turned her head, resumed kissing her mouth. She was getting incredibly aroused. The feel of his clever hands caressing her most sensitive areas was exquisite, his hot kisses were delicious, and the feel of his cock pressed between her bum-cheeks felt naughty and very nice. More than anything, she needed that cock inside her before she came -- which would be soon. "My, what a big cock you have", she managed to gasp between kisses. "All the better to fuck you with, my dear" he whispered into her ear. "Mmm yes" she moaned. "Do you have a condom?" "Left trouser pocket" She groped behind her and found the waistband of his trousers, followed it with her hand until she found the outline of the pocket, and managed to extract the shiny wrapper. She tore it open, then reached back, sliding both hands between their bodies. She had never applied a condom behind her back before, but it turned out not to be as difficult as she'd feared, and she soon had it unrolled down the length of his shaft. He hands now free, she placed them on the mirror to brace herself. She gazed somewhat awe-struck at the gorgeous face looking over her shoulder and the sexy reflection of his chest and shoulders visible as she twisted and turned her body under his expert fingers. "Stick it in! I need your cock!" she gasped. "OK. Mmm, you've got such a peachy arse, Sarah. How about I stick it in there?" "No! I don't like that. Just fuck me, will you?" "Sure. So where do you want my cock" he teased. "In my pussy!" He moved his hips in a sinuous manner, and his cock slid along her slit from behind, teasing her pussy lips and sending renewed shivers. "Like this?" he asked, sliding his cock back and forth teasingly. "No, you dirty boy! In my cunt!" She bent forward at the waist a little, still teetering on her high heels, bracing herself against the mirror. "Just stick it in my cu..AAAH!" He had done exactly as she asked, and with some enthusiasm. It was as well that she was so wet and that her cunt had had some exercise earlier in the evening, as Sam was significantly bigger than Nathan and his deep, enthusiastic thrust would otherwise probably have hurt. Instead, while the stretch was unexpectedly intense, it was the right side of the pain-pleasure boundary. Her joy at being filled in this wild and dirty manner, the exquisite sensations stirred up by his hands in her pussy and on her breast and the glorious sight in the mirror of herself being fucked by a very fit and attractive young man were all she needed for intense and almost immediate orgasm. And he kept thrusting, ensuring that his angle gave her lots of g-spot contact, and all the while crooning softly into her ear. "God you're so tight, Sarah. You have a - beautiful -- tight -- hot -- wet - cunt". Each word was punctuated by a thrust of his cock. "I can -- barely -- get all of my -- big -- fat -- cock -- inside." He licked and sucked at her neck before continuing. "Do you like my -- big -- fat -- cock -- Sarah?"