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Sarah's Visit to London

By: Scotsman69



Author's note: This story was written by special request for a friend. Let's call her Sarah. She has also contributed to the storyline, and helped me with editing. Thanks so much Sarah.

Oh, and there's more to come of this one!

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1.

He stood by the Arrivals gate at Heathrow Terminal 4. The 747 from LA had touched down half-an-hour before, and a trickle of passengers was beginning to emerge from Customs, wearing the dazed expressions which follow any long overnight flight. The journey must have been about twelve or thirteen hours, he thought. He'd flown that far a few times, so he knew how it felt. They'd all be wrecked. He knew he had to be gentle and supportive for the women he was meeting.

He was nervous. Very nervous. He had never before even imagined meeting someone he'd encountered through Lit.com, and now it was about to happen. He'd volunteered to show the women round when they came to London. He'd been chatting to Sarah for months online, after she'd sent him some kind comments on a story he'd published on Lit. Over time the chatting had got quite steamy and personal, but that had been online fantasy. 

Now he was going to meet her for real, and her two friends, Anne and Sue. He had no idea how things might develop. His job was to show them round London for a few days, and he knew this was their first visit to Europe. So he was determined to be as good a tourguide as possible. It wasn't business this time: he'd volunteered because he knew Sarah, sort of. And, yes, he'd lusted after her, as their online chat got hotter. They had even once watched each other masturbate online, but she had refused to do it again for him. But that was all fantasy. This was hard reality. He knew he couldn't really expect her to want sex.

The trickle of passengers through the gate swelled to a crowd and it became harder to distinguish anybody. But he was the only man at Arrivals wearing a kilt, so he was confident they would recognise him. 

He was momentarily distracted by something, and the next second there they were, three woman with luggage-laden carts, standing before him. He assessed them briefly as he moved to hug them each in turn, expressing concern about how their flight had been, words of welcome to the UK. They were all interesting in different ways, but his eyes were focussed on Sarah. She was quite a bit younger than her friends and she was so sexy. He embraced her last, and felt his cock rising as he kissed her. She pressed her plump body into his as they folded together. He knew in that instant that before she left London, he had to have her. 

He guided them through the maze of the busiest international airport in the world, down to where the Heathrow Express was waiting to whisk them into central London. As they moved the three women were chatting, the confused jumble of thoughts and emotions of anyone arriving overtired in a different culture. 

They managed to find an empty table for four on the train, and he noted that Sarah held back a moment, then slid into the seat opposite her friends, so he had to sit beside her. They settled for the twenty-minute train-ride and he moved his thigh under the table so it pressed lightly on hers. He needed her to be aware that he wanted her...He dared to hope that he felt her delicious thigh move against his, just a tiny shy signal?

A brief taxi-ride from Paddington Station saw them to their hotel, and after he helped them in with their luggage, he hovered behind them as they signed in. He lusted after Sarah's full and shapely arse as she bent to sign the register.

Formalities were complete. He smiled at them: Maybe we should sit for a few minutes with coffee or tea, so you can think about what you want to do now? It's eight-thirty here, but I know your body-clocks are still thousands of miles away, and I know you can't have slept properly on the plane. If I were you now I'd want to get some sleep, but let me get you some breakfast so you can collect your minds, then tell me what you want to do?

They nestled into a comfy curved settee in the lobby and a waitress took their orders. Okay lassies, he said: I suspect I have more experience of long-flight jetlag than you do. I've found, for my body, that the best thing to do is get a few hours' sleep after the flight, but not too many, maybe just three or four hours. If I do that I've enough energy to make the most of the rest of the day, then in the evening I go to bed fairly early, and I'm pretty much back to normal by the next morning. If you want to do that, I'll go attend to things at home and come back to help start your London exploration about lunchtime. Or, if you're not too tired and want to start your adventures now, I'm here for you. It's up to you?

Their breakfast arrived and the three women spoke as they sipped and ate. Anne and Sue wanted to rest, but Sarah said she'd had some sleep on the plane and wanted to start her holiday now. He was aroused at the thought, and pressed his thigh firmly against hers under the table.

Sue and Anne slipped to the lift to get some rest. He gazed into Sarah's eyes, bent to kiss her mouth: So, my dear, he said, what would you like to do with this lovely morning? Her lips parted hesitantly as he kissed her. Despite their online relationship she was very nervous now she was on her own with him. His arms moved round her and he pulled her to him. And felt her reluctance.

I'm, mmm, I'm not too sure, she whispered. He kissed her neck and felt his cock rise gently under the kilt. His fingers discreetly feathered her breasts and she sighed.

Well, maybe I could make a couple of suggestions? he breathed softly. First, is there anything you would like to see in the city that maybe wouldn't interest Sue and Anne so much? I don't want them to miss out on anything they really want to see. So, any special interests?

She didn't respond.

Or second, would you like to visit my flat? It's not far away. You could see where I live. But if you would like to do that, I warn you, I couldn't be answerable for my actions. I have to tell you, now that I have you in my arms after all our steamy chats, I want to explore you, then fuck your brains out.

She shrank back from him and moved away so there was space between them: John, I think you are a nice man, and as you know I am attracted to you, but this is all a bit sudden...

If you don't want me that's Okay, he murmured. Online fantasy is one thing, real life is another. I know that. So tell me what you want to do? Or maybe you should just follow Sue and Anne up to rest here, alone?

She shrugged into herself, still a bit distant from him: John, I really don't know what I want to do. Part of her thoughts were with her husband, thousands of miles away. She wasn't promiscuous, didn't play around, but here was this concerned man, right next to her, and he'd made it clear that he wanted her, wanted sex with her. She could feel the dampness in her pussy. Ohh, what should she do?

He answered the question for her. He leaned in to kiss her again and she felt the butterflies surge in her belly. He paid the bill, then dragged her up and kissed her again when they were standing so she could feel his hard cock through the fabric of their clothes. He led her out of the hotel and hailed a waiting black cab. She moved into it in a daze, not totally sure what was happening.

Fifteen minutes later she stumbled from the cab, his arm supporting her. She was beginning to wish she'd stayed to rest in the hotel, but she was here now, and John was in control. She shivered, thinking of what was about to happen. They were outside a long two-storey terrace of brick homes and he was prodding his key into the lock. As the door swung open he turned to kiss her mouth and she felt something melt inside. He pulled her urgently into the house and shut the door.

It was tiny. She was used to the spacious houses of the US south-west, hadn't ever seen a home as small as this. She knew he wasn't poor: how come he lived in such a small space? 

He showed her round, very aware of his cock's insistent throbbing. The living-room was barely twelve feet square, she noticed, the one bedroom even smaller. He told her he wanted to push her down on the bed and rip her clothes off, then fuck her silly. She felt herself moisten again, but he didn't move to do this.

In the wee kitchen he switched on the kettle for tea, then turned to her. She felt his arms enclose her, his fingers stroking the throbbing pulse on her neck. His lips fastened on hers and she felt his insistence. Her mouth responded involuntarily and they squirmed together in a most delicious kiss. One firm hand was holding her tightly and the other moved to her breasts, fondling and squeezing and she shivered, she couldn't help but kiss him deeper. She trembled more as the hand crept lower, over her ass, slipped round to gently stroke the inside of her thighs through the loose slacks she'd worn for the flight.

Ohfuck she was hot, hot and wanting. She felt the fingers move up on the fabric of her clothes. Involuntarily she parted her legs a little. Felt his fingers stroke higher, into the cleft of her groin, still over her clothes. She shuddered.

He kissed her mouth hard. She was aroused now, but somehow limp and indecisive as he pulled her top off, bent to lick her neck, her throat, down to the tops of her generous breasts. She felt his fingers undo the front catch of her lacy bra. The fingers were trembling with his excitement and somewhere through her confusion she was glad he was so aroused. He gasped as her bra fell away and her magnificent breasts were freed: Ohh fuck Sarah, you are so gorgeous...

Her eyes were shut now as she sensed him kneel before her, felt his hot mouth suckling on one nipple, sucking, twisting, and gently biting. His long fingers were on the other breast, squeezing, fondling, till both hands dropped to loosen her slacks, slip her panties down. She was embarrassed now and pushed him away: John, please, no more, I'm so sweaty and dirty from the flight...

He pushed her forcefully against the counter, slipped her shoes off, then her slacks and panties, and she felt his face nuzzle her naked pussy. She was so glad she had thought to trim herself the previous day. He scented her musky arousal through the sweat and his tongue parted her swollen pussylips to taste her.

Oh Sarah -- his lips pursed round her hard clit now -- you are sex incarnate my dear. I love your pussyscent, your pungent taste. And I want to lick all the delicious sweat from you. Everywhere. Most urgently I need to bury myself in your pussy but -- he glanced through the curtainless kitchen window into his small garden -- perhaps not here. Not this time anyway.

He stood, gripped her arm firmly, and drew her through the small flat to his bedroom. Despite her arousal she was nervous, almost scared. He must have sensed it she thought. But she recognised a man driven solely by his own urgent lust. He pushed her roughly onto the bed so she lay splayed on her back before him. He raised one foot, placed it firmly on her soft stomach, keeping her where he wanted her as he unbuttoned his shirt. With his thigh raised she could glimpse the angry urgency of his erection beneath the kilt. Then he unfastened that garment and stood naked before her. His cockhead was dripping, she noticed, and she couldn't help but move a hand between her legs to stroke herself as he looked at her intently.

She could smell the maleness of his arousal now, rubbed her clit as his fingers moved round his cock. Sarah, he breathed, I have never seen anything as utterly wanton as you touching yourself. Now I have to fuck you so hard, you won't know what hit you.

He knelt on the bed between her splayed legs, lowered himself slowly over her on his arms. His body didn't touch her till his mouth suckled her breasts, biting and urgent now. Her head was thrown back on the pillows and he kissed her vulnerable neck. She felt his fingers creep up the soft insides of her naked thighs and she squirmed and moaned as they stroked her labia gently, started probing...

He was panting now: Sarah, have you any idea how much I've wanted you? Christ, I love your body, need to be with you every way a man and woman can be. He crouched back and she trembled as his tongue probed between her thighs, seeking her. Her fluids were beginning to run as his tongue parted the swollen lips under her trimmed bush. She felt the bliss as his mouth pursed round her clit, sucking gently. His fingers probed deep into her wet pussy. She felt her hips rising involuntarily, squirming against him. 

His lips left her groin and his body moved up so she felt his hot hardness press against her thigh as her mouth opened to his. Oh Sarah, he growled, I need to fuck you. Now. His hard cock was dripping against her and her mouth opened wider to his, slack with desire.

Take me now John, please. And her body jolted as his hardness slid between her engorged labia. Her legs jerked wider as she felt his cock enter her womanhood fully and he groaned loudly: Ohhh fuck Sarah, how I need you. He surged between her legs, fucking her deep and hard, and now she sensed his concern for her as their bodies rose together, slithering and twining in their sweat. They kissed deeply and she heard his words: I'm sorry Sarah, I need to cum into you now. I can't wait. The electricity was tingling in him from his balls to his cockhead as he thrust harder into her body. Fuck me lover, she whispered. She was nearly there...

As he exploded into her she spasmed against him: Wow John, that was amazing. He washed her body with kisses as they eventually subsided together...ohh Sarah, and she felt the last spurt surge from his cock into her...

Sorry baby, I had to cum fast this time, I just couldn't help myself, he whispered into her neck. Next time, I'll make it last longer for you. 

She just smiled.

2.

Sarah nestled into his long hard body: John, you got me off and that's all that matters. I feel so relaxed now, maybe I should sleep for an hour or two. He stroked her face gently and kissed her brow: Sure, you rest for a while, Sarah. But I might have to wake you in time for more sex before we go back to Sue and Anne. 

She turned on her side so he was spooned into her back and he stroked her breasts and belly till she drifted off. When her breathing told him she was asleep he slipped from the bed and dressed quietly. He made himself coffee and switched his computer on. He had intended to work for a while but found it hard to focus: his mind kept re-running what had just happened with Sarah. Fuck, she was a total sex-bomb, he thought. He couldn't remember when he had last had such an intense orgasm. 

His cock stirred again and he stroked it through the fabric of his kilt, thinking of the woman next door in his bed. He was sixty now and orgasms didn't come as easily as they used to, but he wanted to return to the bedroom now and fuck her again, whilst she was asleep. His cock was quite erect at the thought, but he knew he couldn't do that, the poor woman really needed to get some rest. He knew he had to have her again this morning before they returned to the hotel.

He forced himself to focus on the screen, eased himself into the chapter he was writing. The novel was nearing completion and he had a publisher's deadline to meet.

When he next glanced at the clock it was nearly eleven. They had told Anne and Sue that they would be back at the hotel by 12.30, and he knew Sarah would want a shower before they left the house. But his cock had business to attend to before that happened. It was hard again. He shut down his computer and slipped into the bedroom. Sarah had turned in her sleep and was on her back, breathing regularly. The bedclothes had fallen to one side and her gorgeous body was half-exposed. Her legs were splayed and one hand lay in her groin. Christ, she was one incredibly sexy woman!

He slipped out of his clothes and moved beside the bed. Her mouth was slack, lips slightly parted...he couldn't resist it, crouched over her on the bed so his cocktip gently brushed her mouth. She stirred a little and her mouth fell open wider. He pushed so he could feel her lips touch him and her jaw fell slacker as he pressed between her teeth. As he started gently fucking her mouth her eyes flickered open and he read the confusion as she slowly emerged from sleep. Suck my cock Sarah, he growled, in a commanding voice.

She was half-awake now and could see the insistence in his eyes. She licked her lips as well as she could and closed them tightly round the cock in her mouth.

The sensation in his cock was incredible and he knew he could cum in her mouth, but he didn't want that just yet. He shuffled back down the bed beside her, kissed her mouth as his fingers fondled her breasts, felt her nipples harden. He loved the fullness of her breasts and bent down to suckle them. Her breath was coming faster: she was fully awake now and becoming aroused. His cock throbbed against her leg and he needed her with an urgency which surprised him, just a couple of hours since his last orgasm. He moved down further to spread her thighs and lap at her pussy. Christ, her scent, taste, texture drove him wild. He had to take her now: he knew she was ready for him, but this time he wanted her from behind.

Baby, turn over for me, onto your stomach, he demanded. She slowly moved to comply and he lifted her hips and pushed three pillows under them. Her ass was high now and he pushed her legs apart. He pulled her asscheeks wide, licked into the crack, flicked his tongue round her puckered backdoor. Considered taking her there, but just considered it. She had told him online some time back that she had never had anal sex, and he knew it was too soon in their real relationship to try it. He licked into her anus briefly, then moved his face down to part her throbbing pussylips with his tongue. She moaned slightly and the sound triggered something primal in him. He had to take her now.

He slapped her ass hard enough so the cheeks quivered: Get onto your hands and knees Sarah, he ordered. I need to play with your breasts whilst I plunder your sex. And I want you to finger your clit as I take you from behind. She shuffled up obediently and his hardness entered her, parting her labia and sliding into her wet welcoming vagina. She felt his fingers on her dangling breasts and instinctively moved back on him a little as her hand moved to her throbbing clit.

He leaned forward to lick her ear: This time I will take longer Sarah, I need to treasure you and pleasure you properly. Which means I want you to tell me what's best for you. 

She moaned softly: Please just continue with what you're doing now -- she squirmed -- long and slow is so good. And long and slow he gave her, sliding deeply into her, withdrawing till only the tip of his cock remained in her, then pressed gradually back inside. She was incredibly tight round him, a hot silky sexglove. She hadn't borne any children, he remembered. His pleasure was intense and he told her so, he wanted this to go on forever. He loved the way her breasts dangled in this position and he pulled and fondled them as his cock thrust gently in her pussy. She moved back on him harder when he played with her breasts, he realised. So he pulled and twisted her nipples harder and she jerked back on him with a moan.

It's Okay baby, he said, you can cum anytime you want. I can go for as long as you need right now, and he tweaked her nipples again so she shuddered back on his cock. Her fingers were dancing on her clit and he felt the exquisite pleasure as her muscles tightened on him momentarily. Cum to me honey he whispered, licking into her ear, I want to feel you cum hard on me. She was groaning now, her hips bucking against him so his balls swung against her busy fingers. They were climbing higher together but he didn't want to cum yet, he needed to feel her orgasm first. He sucked one finger wetly and began running it tenderly round her tight anus, then probed her gently there. Her muscles tightened hard on him and he pressed into her star. Do you want my finger here? he whispered. She moaned incoherently and he pressed in further, excited to be touching her most secret place. Suddenly her fingers began moving faster on her clit and he knew she was getting ready to cum. He moved more urgently on her, and began thrusting his hot cock harder into her. She was crying out now, her muscles clenching him more tightly, then she screamed softly, spasmed hard, and he felt the wetness of her cum as it dripped from her.


Sarah's Visit to London Ch. 02



Author's note: Best to read 'Sarah and John' first. This story is written for my friend 'Sarah' and she has given me a lot of help with it. Thanks again lassie! Hope some of you enjoy it.

1.

Whilst Sarah dashed up to change, John chatted with Sue and Anne. Blonde Anne was a bit reserved, but Sue was more outgoing, close to flirting with him as she tossed her copper hair back from her smiling face. He asked them what they wanted to do with their afternoon. They'd read guidebooks, but confessed there seemed so much to see in London, they really didn't know where to start. 

He thought carefully. It was a lovely day and perhaps they should save museums and galleries, if they wanted to visit them, for another time. He suggested that after lunch they should ride the Underground for ten minutes to Green Park, walk through the park to view Buckingham Palace, then wander along Whitehall to see Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament at Westminster. After that they could catch a cruise boat on the Thames and sail downriver, past the financial hub of the City, to St Katherine's Dock and Canary Wharf in the renovated docklands area. 

The two women seemed happy with this itinerary. He asked them about their preferred eating habits. He'd thought to suggest one of his favourites for dinner, Poon's on the edge of Chinatown, just off Leicester Square. Then he remembered they were Californian, and almost certainly had enjoyed a wider range of Chinese food than even London could offer. So he suggested they might eat Greek, and as he'd expected, they weren't so familiar with that. He explained that lamb was the main meat in Greek cooking, and suspected they might not be much used to it. They seemed interested though. So they had a plan for the day. Subject of course to Sarah's endorsement.

At that moment, Sarah stepped from the lift. He drew breath sharply. She wore a dress now, silky and slinky but very proper, just over her knees, concealing her, almost fully, but hugging her tight. Except he knew what she looked like under it, knew what the sheer fabric was hiding. What he didn't know was that she wasn't wearing panties. He rose to kiss her chastely on the cheek as she joined them, and Sue gushed to explain the plan for the rest of the day. Sarah nodded in agreement as Sue spoke, glanced up briefly into John's eyes. He smiled back into her and she looked at her two friends: Hey folks, that sounds like a great plan. But can we have lunch first?

I thought we might just have a quick lunch here at the hotel, John said, so we can get on our way and not let your first afternoon in London go to waste? Or of course, a long leisurely lunch if you prefer? I'm completely in your hands, it's your first time here. This hotel has a tea-garden out back, and at this time it should have the sun on it.

The women exchanged a few words and Sue turned to him. She seemed to be their self-appointed spokeswoman: A quick lunch here would be just great John; we want to see something of this city today. So long as you make sure we get a good dinner tonight? She smiled, bowed her head, and coyly glanced at him from under her lashes. Christ, he thought, she IS flirting with me! Or maybe that's just how she is? He had learned that American women tended to flirt more than British, maybe it was just part of the culture. 

They moved to the tea-garden, chatted pleasantly over their alfresco lunch. He was warming to Sarah's friends as he got to know them better. The sun washed over them and they fed scraps to the chaffinches, sparrows and doves which boldly fussed nearby. Sarah was opposite him across the table and he couldn't resist pressing his foot between hers so she had to open her legs a little. 

He wanted to touch her more intimately but didn't dare. His cock was engorging again. Christ, Sarah was getting to him. He wanted to find an excuse to drag her up to her room and fuck her hard. But there was no convincing excuse. His erection throbbed, unrequited.

After lunch he guided them the short distance from the Hotel to catch the Underground at Euston. As he bought tickets he explained: This is the only quick way to get around in central London, usually much faster than cabs. There's a station within five minutes walk of everywhere. It's supposed to be the most intensive system in the world. Though the Paris Metro and NY subway run it a close second. But -- he guided them onto the correct escalator for their line -- there is a downside. It gets unbearably crowded, especially at the peaks. I hope it's a bit quieter on a midweek afternoon. When the escalator decanted them deep underground, he led them onto the crowded platform and up to the end where he knew the train would be quieter. 

Within a couple of minutes a train surged into the station and they boarded. There were only two seats at the end of the car, and as it ended up, Sarah and he were strap-hanging. Anne and Sue were a bit hidden from view on their seats and as he closed on Sarah from behind, he pressed his throbbing erection into her silky asscrack through their clothes. He pushed hard against her, licked the back of her neck discreetly till she moaned softly. He glanced round and nobody seemed to be looking their way in the crowded train. His fingers dropped and raised her dress to trace the nylon on her thigh. She squirmed her ass back against his erection and his fingers moved further up under her dress so he could touch the soft naked flesh above her stockings. His hand slid hungrily upwards and he discovered she wore no panties. You naughty girl, he muttered: I'd love to fuck you now sweetie. His fingers stroked her wetness but the announcement came over the intercom: NEXT STOP GREEN PARK. His fingers dropped from her pussy and he lifted them to his mouth to taste her sex. 

Minutes later they were leaving Green Park Station and walking through the park. Squirrels darted and blackbirds trilled, and he felt two arms slip through his; Sarah and Sue. He made a point though of including Anne in the conversation, and when they reached the Mall he pointed them west. Framed by the avenue of trees, there was the awesome façade of Buckingham Palace, home of the reigning UK monarch.

Cameras came out and pictures were taken, and then they walked closer to the Palace to watch the traditionally-uniformed Guards. More photos. The women were excited and he tried to be even-handed as they chatted together. But he found it hard to take his eyes from Sarah and his cock stirred only for her.

When they were done with the Palace he shepherded them down the pleasant tree-lined avenue of the Mall, under the imposing arch into Trafalgar Square. He pointed out the National Gallery and the other public buildings round the Square, and then they turned right onto Whitehall. As they walked he explained what went on in all the imposing Government offices, till he stopped them before a short unprepossessing cul-de-sac leading off the main street. 

He pointed to the sign: Downing Street. Just up there in Number Ten is the official residence of the Prime Minister, he explained. But, nodding to the police-staffed barrier, I'm afraid we can't get any closer than this now. You need to have an official appointment and I just couldn't manage to convince Gordon Brown to meet you.

The women laughed and he explained: I really did try, you know. A long time ago, well before he became PM, I knew Gordon a bit. But apparently not well enough for us to intrude on his busy diary now. Sorry!

Cameras were out, and Sue insisted on a picture of John with his arm around Sarah. As Sue fussed to get it absolutely right, John whispered in Sarah's ear: I think she might suspect something, my wee sexslut. You know I need to have my dirty way with you again tonight?

We might just manage, she whispered back. Sue and Pam are sharing a room and I have one to myself. 

Sue appeared finally to be happy with her shot, and they continued down Whitehall. As they neared the end, John pointed to Big Ben soaring above the other buildings. They gazed at the most famous clock in the world and more pics were taken. When they emerged onto Parliament Square, the Houses of Parliament lay before them. 

Patriotic English people call it 'the Mother of Parliaments', and believe this to be the most ancient democracy in the world, he explained. But I understand Iceland got there many centuries before we did. Followed much later by France and the USA. The UK's not even in the running, in my opinion. But I'm not here to give you a lecture on my view of political history, he laughed. I just hope you agree it is a very imposing complex of buildings? 

They wandered round finding good angles for photographs. He told them it might be possible to go into the building and watch a debate in the House of Commons from the Visitors' Gallery. Depending on the queues. 

But the three visitors didn't seem too interested in that idea, so he didn't pursue it.

So what would you like to do now lassies? My suggestion is -- he glanced at his watch -- that we have a look at Westminster Abbey, over there, since we're here, and then we could catch a riverboat so you can have a rest. Maybe have a coffee or tea on the boat, and watch London unfold past you. I suspect you may have walked far enough for now?

The three friends discussed his suggestions for a moment. He knew that Sarah was beginning to flag, as she had had less rest than the others in the morning, and she seemed less enthusiastic about the Abbey than Anne and Sue. But she bowed gallantly to their enthusiasm and they walked the few yards to the big old church.

It was cool and sombre as they entered, a welcome relief from the heat outside. John briefly explained a bit of the history and architecture of the ancient building, but he knew the women were tired and he didn't want to bore them with too much detail. Pam and Sue decided to join a half-hour guided tour, but poor wilting Sarah just wanted to rest, so he guided her into a secluded pew behind a huge pillar. She collapsed onto the seat and he slid in beside her.

My poor lassie, he whispered, as he drew her to him, stroking her face. You know I loved our hot sex this morning, but maybe I was too selfish. You're worn out. And I don't want you too tired later. I want you to be aware as I explore you, discover every nook and cranny of your hot body. 

Feel how much I want you now. And his hand guided hers to the naked throbbing hardness under his kilt. She was reluctant: it just wasn't appropriate to touch his cock in a church, but his hand insisted. She acquiesced and began stroking the hardness which had penetrated her that morning.

His head bent to nuzzle her breasts through the silky fabric. I need you to grasp my cock firmly Sarah. His voice was harsh with need now. As his mouth firmed wetly on her breasts over the dress, his hand slid to her knee and worked its way up her thigh under the thin fabric. Her knees parted without bidding and her fingers wrapped hard round his cock. She felt him probe up the insides of her open thighs more urgently now, and sensed her own wetness as he neared her pussy. 

But she came to her senses, remembered where they were. This just wasn't right. No John, she said quietly, we can't do this here, in a church. She pushed him away and pressed her knees tightly together. He forced her back in the pew and moved his knee between hers so her legs moved wide again. Yes we can, he insisted. Now fucking put your hand on my cock, bitch, I need you. And his hand thrust carelessly between her legs, seeking her cunt. 

She knew she was wet despite herself, felt her swollen labia part with her unbidden excitement. His fingers probed her forcefully now and he grabbed her hand and thrust it up under his kilt. He needed release and she was going to give it to him, whatever she felt. He gasped as her fingers finally tightened hard round his cock. Wank me sexslut, he demanded, and his fingers were playing with her engorged clit now. Her hand reluctantly moved on his cock, masturbating him tightly, and she felt a deep breath shudder through him. 

You uhhhh, you have to make me cum now Sarah, he gasped. She felt his hand tease her sex towards orgasm and her fingers closed harder on him, moving faster now. They were like two teenagers making out, totally illicitly, she thought. It was so dirtily exciting and she was dripping now. She knew she was building to a huge orgasm as she felt his pre-ejaculate on her hot hand.

Then there were loud footsteps on the stone flags approaching them, and they flew apart, panting as they hastened to adjust their clothes. They just managed to appear normal when Anne and Sue appeared from behind the stone column.

Hey, we wondered where you two were hiding, Sue boomed. Have you had a good rest honey? She looked straight into Sarah's somewhat dilated eyes.

2.

The riverboat was comfortable, with huge windows so they could watch the city glide past. He brought the friends much-needed tea and coffee, and as they relaxed he spoke to them of the sights they were passing. They were on two bench seats, one behind the other, and this time he was beside Anne. She had been quiet and reserved till now and, in between his tourguide commentary, he chatted mainly to her. He didn't dare think about delicious Sarah in front of him. Christ, they had got so close to making each other cum in the Abbey!

So he ignored his throbbing need. He knew Sarah would satisfy that later. Instead he focussed on Anne, trying to get to know her a bit. He enquired about her family, her work, her other interests. He told her a bit about himself when she asked. She was smiling shyly at him as she allowed herself to open up, and told him she was really interested in fabrics and interior decoration. 

His thoughts went to the William Morris Gallery, and to Liberty's department store. Morris was a Victorian designer, he explained, a polymath who had revolutionised home design with his insistence on natural dyes and fabrics. He had more-or-less created the Arts and Crafts Movement, and Liberty's store had helped continue that tradition. She was clearly interested, and so absorbed were they in their discussion that he neglected his tourguiding for the three. They were sailing under London Bridge before he realised it, and he returned to the other two.

Uh, so sorry ladies, he said. Anne and I just got carried away, I've been neglecting my duties to you. Sue and Sarah laughed. Hey, we've been enjoying the view whilst you two were getting so absorbed in each other, Sue beamed. He noticed Anne blush shyly at the inference.

Okay, well I'm back on duty now, he smiled. He pointed out the Tate Modern and HMS Belfast on the South Bank, and the classic majesty of St Paul's Cathedral peeking between the towering modern City buildings to the north. Then the ancient Tower of London to their left before the boat passed under the neo-Gothic wonder of Tower Bridge, and drew into St Katherine's Dock. 

He caught Sarah turn to look at him over her shoulder, a strange mix of desire and -- was that fear too? -- in her eyes. Fuck, she entranced him. He was going to do things to and with her, that no man had ever done to her before. 

Sue and Anne were deep in conversation so he leaned forward and whispered: Tonight I need to fuck your delicious ass Sarah. And if you don't let me enter you willingly, I will tie you up and force myself on you.

He saw her body quiver as she absorbed his words and his cock hardened again. Then he turned to chat to the other two, all smiles and pleasantries.

It was nearly seven before they finally made it to Charlotte Street, home of the best Greek restaurants in the city. They finally chose one, and settled at the table. He helped guide the women through the unfamiliar menu and ordered a couple of bottles of retsina. It's a Greek speciality, he explained, white wine with just a flavour of pine resin in it.

They sipped the wine, strange-tasting to the women, and he looked deep in Sarah's eyes as she sat opposite him. He saw the mixture of fear and excitement there as he mentally undressed her. Fuck he wanted to taste her again. But what he really wanted was her tight arse around his cock. He watched her shiver as she read his eyes.

He was glad that the three seemed to enjoy their dinner, and they stretched it out with Greek speciality sweets, and strong coffee. He asked if they wanted liqueurs but Anne stilled him, hand on his arm. John, I think we're all bushed. I thought you told us we had to get to bed early tonight, so we can be fresh in the morning?

He looked at his watch: just after nine. Yes, you're right, sorry. I'll get you back to the hotel. I just got carried away, I was enjoying your company so much. 

He requested the bill and asked them: The hotel's about a fifteen minute walk from here. Are you up for a walk, or shall I request the waiter to order a cab for us? The women looked at each other. Sarah stifled a yawn. 

I take it that's a cab then, he said smiling, and turned to catch the waiter.

Five minutes later they were at the hotel.

3.

As he ushered them into the lobby, his arm round Sarah's waist, he enquired: Anyone for a nightcap before you go to bed? He turned to look hard into Sarah's eyes.

Sue and Anne declined, but Sarah thought she might like a cup of tea to finish the night. He sighed inwardly in relief. They both kissed her friends goodnight before they moved to the lift, then he turned to Sarah. 

You don't have enough time for a nightcap, slut. My need is too urgent. We're going to your room and I am going to use you for my pleasure. She hadn't expected this harshness from him, but read the need in his eyes. She bowed her head.

When the lift returned he pushed her into it roughly and as the doors glided shut he turned and knelt before her. Pull your dress up Sarah, so I can smell your naked cunt, he demanded. She shivered into a corner, hands pressed on her knees. She was frightened and was sorry she'd gotten herself into this. John had been deliciously dominant earlier in the day, and that had turned her on, but he was a different man now. He thrust his arm between her legs, wedged them apart as the lift rose. Pushed her dress up and leaned his head into her pussy. She felt his tongue on her, probing into her, but she was bone-dry now. She felt no arousal, just fear.

John, please, I don't want you now. She shuddered as she remembered his earlier promise to take her anally. I need to get some sleep. Please let me just go to my room alone. But his tongue was teasing her clit and to her shame she felt her pussy begin to moisten. 

Your cunt is betraying you Sarah, he growled, standing now. You are going to let me into your room and you will give me the pleasure my cock needs from you. His fingers pulled her nipples through her slinky dress. Then the lift pinged and he thrust her through the door. Her head was bowed as she led him to her room and she turned when she reached the door. She tried again to reason with him: John, PLEASE? Just let me go to bed.

He grabbed the swipekey from her fingers and opened the door, pushing her in. He surveyed the room for a moment as she stood trembling. Then he lifted his kilt and pulled her hands to his erection. Hold me slut, hold my cock. Feel how much I need you. You can't deny me now.

As her trembling fingers closed on him he unfastened her dress and pulled it off her. He gasped as she stood in her scented bra, clasping his erection. She was trembling and genuinely frightened, and his cock throbbed harder at the thought as her small fingers tightened around him. 

He needed her aroused and his mouth moved to hers as she panted in alarm. Their mouths locked and he forced her lips apart with his insistent tongue. Her fingers tightened on his angry cock. His fingers were pulling at her tits as his tongue tried to probe between her firmly-clenched teeth, and as her nipples hardened under his ministrations her teeth finally parted. Her mouth slackened against his lips and his tongue finally had its way, probing her. As his fingers unclasped her bra, her fingers fell from his cock and he knelt before her, mouth and fingers on her delicious full breasts. 




Sarah's Visit to London Ch. 02



Ohfuck Sarah, he mumbled against her. Tonight I am going to use you baby. She shivered. She knew her arousal now but she was scared of what this man could do to her. Her ass clenched tight as she remembered his earlier threat to take her there. But she was trembling with need as well , and as he played with her sensitive breasts, she felt her pussy dampen for him.

Sarah, you have told me how you pleasure yourself with your purple vibrator. In fact you once let me watch you do it online. I do hope you have brought it with you, as I instructed you?

His hand was inside her pussy now and her legs had parted of their own accord. His fingers stroked her wetness and she nodded, not able to look him in the eye. Yes John, I obeyed you. The vibrator is in the nightstand.

Good. And I trust you also brought lube, you naughty girl?

She nodded again: It's in the nightstand beside the bed John.

Good slut. He knelt before her, released her stockings, carefully rolled them down, and helped her to step out of them. She shuffled her legs wide and he bent to nuzzle into her and lick her now-soaking pussy. Oh fuck Sarah, you have no idea how your cuntscent turns me on, he whispered. He rose to strip himself of his clothes, then grabbed her by her long dark hair and dragged her beside the bed. He fastened a mask round her eyes and pushed her down unceremoniously, face-first.

Then he turned to the curtains. The drapes had loose loops to hold them open, and he tore them off and returned to the bed. Her plump sexy body was shivering and he slapped her ass hard: Be still my sweet slut. I have work to do. He grabbed an ankle and tied a loop round it, then secured it to a post of the iron bed-frame. Then secured the other, but not too tight. He didn't want her to escape, but he needed her to be able to move.

As he moved to repeat the process with her wrists he heard her snuffle. He bent to lick her back, then her neck. He moved so his tongue was feathering her ear. Don't be afraid my sweet slut, he murmured. This is for your pleasure as much as for mine. You know you want this as much as I do? She nodded meekly in acquiescence.

And he turned her blindfolded face to kiss her fully, on her gorgeous lips. She responded softly to his kiss and he knew she wanted this. He pushed his cock between her lips to confirm his ownership of her, and sighed as her mouth closed round him. She was his tonight, completely. In her many emails to him, she had told John how she fantasised about being taken by a dominant lover. Now it was becoming reality...

He moved silently to secure her wrists, then stood back to look at her, tied and ready for him. He lifted her hips to pile pillows under her belly. He parted her legs wide so she was totally exposed to him, and stroked his throbbing hardness. Fuck, this was a dream come true. He had never before been with such a submissive sex-goddess. He found his camera and moved to capture her from every angle. 

Remembered her vibrator and his cock jerked harder. He retrieved toy and lube from the nightstand and slimed the toy with lube. Slid it into her exposed vulva. She jerked as it entered her and he tried to imagine what was going through her mind at that moment, but he knew he couldn't reach her properly. 

She sighed as he manipulated the toy in her and he watched her hips writhe. He left it sticking obscenely into her cunt and took some more pictures. But he knew he had to stop this self-indulgence. He needed to pleasure her, bring her to her orgasm, before she would be loose and relaxed enough for him to have his way with her. 

He moved her up the bed so there was room for him to comfortably squirm on his back and push his head up under her hips. The toy was still buzzing in her cunt and as he adjusted its angle so his mouth could seek her clit, he was overcome by her sexaroma. His mouth tasted her honey and his lips fastened around her. He had to move to stay attached as she bucked over him and her arousal dripped in his mouth. She tasted so delicious and he licked faster to encourage the flow. He moved the vibrator inside her, trying to find her g-spot with it, and focussed it in one place as her hips writhed hard on him and the flow of her musky dew increased. She was grunting like an animal now as she pressed herself on his face and he turned the vibrator on full. Her hips slowly rose, tensed, then spasmed as the orgasm washed over her. Her hips crashed down on him and for a moment he was suffocated as his face was engulfed by her writhing pussy. He licked and sucked at her till the spasms gradually ceased, then slid his wet face out from under her. 

He moved to kiss her mouth as she lay gasping: Well baby, was that a good one? She nodded into his kiss and he stroked her back. That was your turn Sarah, he muttered hoarsely. Now I'm going to take mine. 

He moved back onto his knees between her thighs and rearranged the pillows so they were under her hips now. Her full arse rose before him and he commanded: Reach back and pull your asscheeks wide for me Sarah. She slowly complied and he bent to lick the length of her crack wetly. He was so excited by the dirtiness of it, the total taboo, and he relished the sour taste and scent as his tongue licked round her anus. Please, she pleaded, go slowly honey. I've never had a cock in my ass before. Relax Sarah, he said. I want this to be something we will both remember for a very long time.

He moved back so his fingers could probe her gently there and the tight muscle-ring loosened to admit him. She was panting again and he shifted so his hot cockhead pressed her anus. I think you're ready for me now Sarah: you're going to lose your anal cherry. She moaned as he slabbered lube into her, then all over his cock. He could barely contain his excitement as his cock pushed against her tightness. He slid the toy into her wet cunt again and she loosened enough for his cock to inch into her. As he moved in her she tightened on him again.

Oh fuck darling, I am so glad you have saved your sweet arse for me, he murmured, softly now, love and care in his voice. Her sphincter loosened so his cockhead moved through it as she moaned and whimpered. He was afire now and pressed harder, and her moaning turned to a long cry as he pressed himself further into her. The grip of her muscles on his cock was fierce and he'd had enough of foreplay. He just needed to cum hard into this virgin arse and he began pumping in her now, heedless of her cries. His hands gripped her hips tight and pulled her back on his cock.

Fuckbaby, what a dirty girl you are, taking me in your arse. Get up on your hands and knees so I can get in deeper. And let me pull your nipples.

He felt her rise under him and his fingers went to pull her dangling tits as his cock surged faster into her tightness.

Tell me you love it Sarah. Tell me how much you love me fucking your dirty arse. He pulled and twisted her nipples hard and she squirmed beneath him.

Oh John, she gasped, it hurts but it's good. My ass is yours, do whatever you want to me, I'm yours. Her words pushed him over.

I'm going to fill your bowels, your first time Sarah. I need to cum into you now, my sweet slut. And the jets seared from his urgent cock, filling her back passage. He jerked hard into her and she felt the strange wonder of someone else's fluid invade her there for the first time. He fell on her eventually, crushing her hips into the pillows beneath her, his cock still throbbing in her tight anus. She twisted her head sideways and he removed her mask and kissed lips gently.

Oh Sarah darling, he breathed. Thank you for letting me take your virgin ass. I can't begin to tell you how good that was for me. She smiled contentedly in his eyes: I think I felt that John, how good it was for you. And you must know how much I needed to give myself to you. I could get to like having you treat me as a sextoy. I want you to do anything to me that you want while I'm here, sweetie. His cock gave a final twinge in her before it slipped out of her ass. But, she smiled, I don't want anything more now. We need to rest.

But John, will you stay here with me for tonight, please? And maybe take the restraints off now so I can get comfortable?

As they slipped off to sleep he kissed her ear and whispered: Sarah, you are wonderful. Thank you so much, my sweet.



Sarah's Visit to London Ch. 03



Author's note: As always, you might enjoy this more if you read the first two Chapters first. I'm in great debt to my Editor, she knows who she is!

1.

John woke around six-thirty. He was nuzzled into Sarah and his cock was hard in her arsecrack. He licked her shoulder and moved his fingers on her soft nipples. She was sound asleep and he knew she needed her rest. He slipped from the bed and dressed as quietly as he could. Wrote a wee note and left the hotel. It was raining hard this morning: low-pressure weather, warm and close and thundery. 

When he got home he showered vigorously, then sipped Darjeeling as he dressed. He knew that he and Sarah had had something pretty special online, but he had been traumatised to the base of his soul by the reality of being with her. His cock was red and tender from their unions, but it was hard again now as he thought of her. He really couldn't begin to try to imagine how their sex had been for her. But he knew she had been enormously pleasured by her experiences with him. He was glad he had been able to give her a grand adventure. His cock twitched at the thought of the day ahead.

He finished dressing and walked back to the tube station. He had no idea what the three women might want to do today: they hadn't discussed it. He suspected that, after yesterday, Sarah wouldn't be so interested in sex. But he needed her, a deep feral need. And she would give him what his body demanded.

But he knew too, as he surfaced from the Victoria Line that he had to give them all the best day he could.

It was eight am and the women were at breakfast when he entered the hotel dining-room.

Morning lassies, I hope you're all well? He ordered his breakfast and they chatted lightly. The forecast's a bit grim, he said. London gets wet thundery days in summer, and this looks like one of them I'm afraid. Probably an inside rather than an outside day?

Sarah was gazing directly into his eyes and he returned her look. She smiled broadly, and he smiled back, looking pointedly at her breasts. Then he glanced at Sue and Anne. 

Umm, I guess I'm the expert here: You want me to make some suggestions?

The three women nodded. 

Okay, its Galleries, Museums, and Ancient Monuments Day then, he smiled. And the insides thereof. And maybe some shopping, if you're up for that?

They nodded enthusiastically and he continued: I know Anne is particularly interested in interior design and I'd love to show her the William Morris Gallery. And the Liberty store. But how about you two, Sue and Sarah?

Umm, said Sue. Maybe we'd prefer something else? She looked at Sarah.

Why don't you just direct us to something interesting and go show Anne what she wants, Sarah said. She wasn't entirely happy about the idea of being away from him, but understood Anne's special interests and respected her old friend. 

He gave Sarah and Sue precise directions to the Victoria & Albert Museum in South Kensington and then on to Harrod's. They agreed to meet up in Harrod's basement tearoom around one pm. Then the four headed for the tube and went their different ways.

Anne and he settled into the train for the long run out to Walthamstow. After a couple of stops they managed to find seats together and spoke companionably as he explained more about William Morris. Part of what drove his interest in honest natural design, John said, was that he was an early Socialist. A Marxist, in fact, when to hold such beliefs was deeply unfashionable in nineteenth-century London.

He recognised that Anne was a bit uncomfortable with this information about someone who had been a design icon for her, but it was the truth. John's mind wandered a little and he jerked back to the present as the train was entering Finsbury Park. Sorry Anne, I was just remembering something from a long time ago. Forgive me please?

She smiled at him: That's okay John. I was just trying to get my head round the fact, that someone I have always really admired was a Marxist! 

Hey Anne, it's just a bit of history. And you've had a few famous Marxists in California. Angela Davis? Herbert Marcuse? Not to mention the film industry victims of McCarthyism?

Her brow furrowed: Yeah, I remember these names from when I was in college. I went on marches then. Vietnam, that stuff. She smiled at him. But I'm a pretty settled middle-class woman now John. Way past all that.

Eventually the train arrived at Walthamstow. It was quite a long walk to the Gallery, along a not-so-prepossessing suburban shopping street. Then they turned left onto a main road and there was the Gallery, a fine Georgian building set in parkland. 

Anne gasped: John, what a beautiful building.

Wait till we get inside Anne. It was Morris's family home when he was growing up. This was on the edge of Epping Forest then, somewhere deeply rural, far from London. 

They explored the rooms on two floors and he tried to explain what they were seeing. The progression of Morris's design work, in textiles, wallpaper, furniture, and book production. And the art of those who worked with and followed him: from Pre-Raphaelites to the Arts and Crafts Movement.

At the desk as they left, John bought Anne a copy of Morris's utopian novel, 'News from Nowhere'. I've read an awful lot of utopian novels, he laughed. But William Morris and Marge Piercy were the only ones to imagine worlds in which I might like to live. 

Anne sighed deeply: Thank you so much for showing me this John. It helps me put so much in place. He obviously played a much larger part in the history of design than I had imagined. And, kissing him briefly on the cheek, thanks for the book. Now, shouldn't we be getting back to my friends? And -- she glanced querulously at him -- your lover?

He smiled into her eyes. Yes, Sarah is my lover, Anne. 

It was pouring rain now and they caught a passing cab back to the tube station, then boarded a quiet train. She allowed her body to settle comfortably and press him a little as they rode: You know John; I'm getting to really like you? Please be good to Sarah. She deserves it.

2.

After a change of trains, they emerged and made it to Harrod's basement tearoom. And found the other women. Hi lassies, he shouted across the room: Hope you had a great morning?

The V&A was incredible, Sue said. And, added Sarah, so is Harrod's. Not that we've had time to see much. This store is just gigantic! So what does our afternoon hold for us John?

Mmm, depends entirely on what you want, he said. I thought maybe we should start at the beginning of the City, The Tower of London? 

Sarah said: You showed it to us from the cruise boat, John? 

He nodded and the three women agreed to the plan. Go take us man, Sue urged.

He settled their lunch-bill and they headed for the tube. Thirty minutes later they stood before the ancient grim fortress and looked at the long queue. Fortunately the rain had stopped. Sarah was before him and he pinched her bum playfully. Anne was watching him now. They moved into place in the queue and he fondled Sarah's ass before him. He felt her squirm and pressed hard into her. 

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, I want you now.

She slithered back on him: I need you in me honey, I'm so hot.

Sue and Anne were watching them closely now and he spoke to them: Hi girls, hope you're having a great time?

We just want everyone to be fine, Sue said, a slightly acid tone to her voice. Especially Sarah.

He recognised the concern of Sarah's friends: You two DO NOT need to worry about her welfare, he told them. It is at the forefront of my mind. Every aspect of it!

Sue burst out laughing: Huh, I think we've heard that one before, haven't we girls? Anne blushed intriguingly and John sensed there might be a story there but he filed the thought away. 

Sarah was a bit indignant at her friends: Hey you two, lay off him, will ya. It just so happens that he pushes a lot of the right buttons for me. And -- glaring at Sue -- you keep your hands off him, right? He's mine!

They laughed together as the queue inched forward. When the other two women were preoccupied momentarily, he thrust his hard cock into Sarah's bumcrack again. You know I need to fuck you now Sarah? He growled. 

She quivered against him: All morning I've been thinking about our sex yesterday. I had to go to the bathroom in the V&A; I was so fucking hot for you. But the girls came in and I didn't want them to hear me cum, so I am one seriously frustrated woman now. 

Mmm, that's what I wanted to hear Sarah. How would it be if we could find a quiet corner in here, in the Tower of London?

Damn honey, I'm so wet I'm dripping down my leg at the thought, feel me. He glanced round and then slid his fingers up her thigh beneath the short skirt. She was soaking. He sucked his fingers, then turned her to face him, drew her hand to the bulge in his kilt. She slipped her hand under the fabric unbidden and grasped his pulsing cock hard.

I need you to stick that into my pussy, she whispered. 

Very soon baby. I have to have you too, he growled back. So, we'll just need to find somewhere I can obey my lover's request. But I suspect the prospects for sex in the Tower are even more difficult than gaining membership of the mile-high-club. He smiled in Sarah's eyes. They were glazed with lust.

The queue shuffled forward a couple of yards and they reached the pay-booth. He got a guidebook with their tickets and the three women looked at it as they waited to join the guided tour. He whispered to Sarah as the tour began: Just you stay close to me my sexgoddess. If we see an opportunity we need to grab it quick. 

The tour began with the medieval outer battlements: the youngest part of the building. John had memories from earlier visits that the best opportunities might lie within the Norman White Tower, the millennium-old heart of the building. But then, on previous visits, he hadn't been looking for a quiet corner to fuck Sarah's brains out. Fortunately, the guide absorbed the attention of Anne and Sue. John was throbbing with excitement and kept fingering up under Sarah's skirt to feel and taste the cunthoney dripping down her thighs. 

Finally he saw an opportunity. They were at the tail-end of the guided tour, Anne and Sue at the front with the guide. He saw a door labelled 'Staff Only: No Admittance'. He tried the door and it opened. It was a long narrow wash-room with a toilet at the end under a small window. He grabbed Sarah and pushed her roughly inside, shutting the door and bolting it.

She turned to look at him and he read her sexual need and just a hint of fear. John, we can't really, she whispered. It was just a fantasy...

He ignored her uncertainty and pulled her to him. Sarah, you and I are going to fuck in the Tower of London, he stated. The only question is, where am I going to fuck you honey?

He pulled her face to his and felt her mouth slack with desire against his lips. She moaned as she felt his fingers part her pussy-lips, and he sensed her doubts fleeing. Oh John, I need you in my pussy now honey. 

You know what that means, my naughty lassie? It means I want your tight bum clenched round me.

No John, you can't, not here. We don't have any lube... you'll hurt me. 

But he was fingering her wet cunt and knew she would do as he wanted. Besides, he did have lube; he'd brought some from his flat. It was in his sporran. He had a very dirty thought, and clenching her hair in his fist, dragged her so she was bent forward over the toilet. 

I need to fuck your arse whilst you are peeing, Sarah, he grunted. Pull your arsecheeks apart for me, he demanded. I have lube, it won't hurt. He tugged at her hair as she leaned forward, slid his hot cock into her pussy and fingered her wet slit, teased her throbbing clit with a finger. I told you to pull your arsecheeks apart, slut.

He squirted lube as her hands pulled herself wide for him and she felt his finger probe her anus. She jerked as it entered her.

He eased his cock at her tight anus and thrust. She was tight and unprepared, but he didn't care, thrust harder and his cocktip squeezed through her sphincter. He gasped: And now I need to feel you pissing as I fuck your arse, he growled.

Ohhh John, you are a totally filthy bastard. She contracted her muscles so her sphincter tightened on him, sensed the trickle of pee from her urethra. One hand moved to tease her clit as the other was on the wall now, holding herself up against his increasingly hard thrusts. She could feel his cock growing as he fucked her ass, and felt the spasm rise deep from within herself. 

And you Sarah are the naughtiest woman I have ever been inside. His balls tightened and he groaned: And you are about to make me explode into your tight arse. Are you nearly there my sweet slut? 

Her ass pulsed around him and she spasmed hard as her fingers moved frantically on herself: Fuck me hard now John. Ohh how I need you to fill me.

His cock pounded into her till she sensed the surge through him: You are my dirty lover John. And they pulsed deep and close, till he had expended himself. He twisted her up and round. She could feel the pee dribbling down her legs. He kissed her mouth then, lovingly, as the last of his spunk dripped on her soft belly from his cock, and she knew this was more than just the best sex she could remember.

Then there was a rattle on the door, and she jumped off him, noticed his flaccid cock sag as she did so.

Who the hell is in there? An authoritative voice sounded.

Sorry, Sarah cried, it's just us. My friend was taken ill suddenly, he's just vomited. We'll be out in a minute.

She had no idea where her inventiveness had come from, but she was momentarily quite proud of herself. She slapped John's face and watched his amazed expression with amusement. Come on John, she urged, didn't you hear? We need to get outa here now!

He was still recovering from his intense orgasm as she drew him to his feet and helped him adjust his clothing. She wiped her thighs and flushed the toilet, pulled him to her for a kiss. John, she whispered, that was the best assfuck ever. Thank you honey. But now, we really have to go. He was still looking slightly dazed and something deep in her was proud that she could do that to him. She adjusted her clothing and unbolted the door.

A male attendant stood there, not looking happy. I'm so sorry, she smiled, he just seemed to be taken with something. I know it says 'Staff Only', but believe me, it really was an emergency. John was acting the part, and she hurried him on to rejoin their tour. Well, she hadn't really told the attendant any lies, had she?

The tour group was in the room holding the English Royal regalia when they caught up. Fortunately Anne and Sue seemed so absorbed in what the guide was saying. Sarah doubted they'd noticed her absence, or John's.

But as they were moving out of the venerable building towards the exit, Anne leaned into her and whispered: You naughty girl. D'ya think I don't know what you've been up to? When she noticed Sarah's expression she smiled. Don't worry honey, I'm just jealous. Maybe ya could sorta lend him to me sometime? 'S okay, only kidding! Sue and John were deep in conversation and didn't notice the exchange.

It was after four when they assembled on the grass outside, watching the famous ravens pecking scraps of food from the grass. 

John seemed quite recovered by now, Sarah noticed.

So ladies, the afternoon is still young. And -- he raised his eyes to the horizon -- the weather seems to be improving. We're on the edge of The City now, maybe a quick wander round? Have a look at St Paul's Cathedral, the Bank of England, and the Monument to the Great Fire of London? But maybe a break for tea or coffee first?

The last suggestion brought eager nods and they found a Starbucks. Not exactly traditionally English, he said. But it's here. Will this do?

The ladies smiled and said together: We live for Starbucks. 

They settled on a table near the door. Whilst the rain had gone, it was still overpoweringly close, muggy, as only London in summer can be.

John enquired: Once we're done here, are you up for a wee walk round the City? Sue nodded, assuming command again, he noticed. Hey man, we're tourists, whaddya think we'd want to see?

I'll take that as a 'yes' then? He looked at Anne and Sarah, but Sue seemed to have spoken for them. And this evening, he asked, any thoughts or preferences?

You're the boss here honey, Anne said, patting his hand fleetingly.

I had thought, said John, of a traditional London pub meal, in a very old pub in Covent Garden. I can vouch that the food's excellent. But if anyone has any other ideas?

The three women nodded: That sounds just great, said Sarah. She patted his knee, asserting her possession. 

But I had also wondered, he said...Well, wondered whether you might enjoy a bit more company than just me with your dinner? I have a couple of good friends and I checked to see if they're busy tonight. They're not. I promise you they are decent upstanding men, he smiled, and they are great company. If you'd like them to join us I can give them a ring? 

He watched the women's' faces. Sarah clearly liked the idea. Anne's face was impenetrable, but Sue's lit up at the suggestion.

That sure sounds like a great plan to me, she enthused. How about it gals?

Anne concurred and John pulled his mobile from the sporran. Maybe around seven-thirty? He questioned the women. And the arrangement was confirmed.

3.

When they left Starbucks, he let his arm move round Sarah's waist. She pulled closer, so he knew it was okay with her friends. They wandered for a bit over an hour and he told them of the Great Fire which had all but destroyed medieval London, and Christopher Wrenn's commission to build St Paul's in its aftermath. The three women thought it looked a bit like the White House and he explained the universality of neo-classical architecture, from Rome to Paris, London, St Petersburg, Edinburgh, and the United States. Anne, as he expected, was particularly interested. 

When they inspected the more restrained facade of the Bank of England, John's Scots patriotism made him explain that this, the world's first Central Bank, had in fact been created by a Scotsman, some years before Scotland and England became one united state.

Sarah giggled at him: John, to hear you talk, you would think Scots had invented the world!

He restrained himself. He believed the evidence showed that Scots had contributed far more than their share to the world, given that the country's population had barely ever moved above the five million mark. But he knew that patriotic crowing wasn't a good idea so he bit his tongue.

The three women were clearly flagging by now. It was around five-thirty. He asked if they wanted to go back to the hotel to freshen up before dinner. They all did. It was past the worst of rush-hour so he hailed a taxi and bundled them all in. They were back at their hotel in fifteen minutes.

He kissed Sarah and moved to get back to his flat. I need an hour or so to myself, he said. So I can be good for you tonight.

Why go back honey? She said as her arms tightened round his waist. Why don't you just come back up to my room? We can both grab a shower and a bit of rest and be fresh to meet your friends at the pub?

No, my sweet slut, I really need a change of clothes. I'll see you soon.

4.

David and Ian were already there waiting for them in the downstairs bar of the narrow old pub. We've reserved a table upstairs for eight pm; Ian smiled, as John introduced them all. Now ladies, what can I get you to drink? Ian asked. If you haven't tried proper English ale before, may I suggest you sample it? Or, of course, anything else if you prefer?

The three women chatted for a minute, a bit bedazzled by the enormous array of drinks available at the bar. It was sure different from anything they'd seen before, even in so-called 'English' theme-pubs back home.




Sarah's Visit to London Ch. 03



Sue announced she wanted a whisky, and David suggested she tried Grouse. With just water, same again. The Scots way? She nodded. Anne was for dry sherry, and Sarah asked for a glass of real English ale. Ian put up the orders, three pints for the guys, and they squeezed into a corner table. Ian handed them menus, and as they sipped their drinks, they debated the traditional English dinners on offer.

Eventually they settled on their orders. The Americans went for roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, and the men followed their lead. Good choice, said John, it's the pub speciality. He sat back beside Sarah, lightly stroking her thigh as the others got to know each other a bit. Sarah, he said, that was just so incredible, in the Tower. You have no idea what you do to me.

I kinda noticed, she smiled. And that was the dirtiest thing I've ever done. Now, maybe we should join in the conversation?

Their four friends seemed to be getting on fine: they were blethering away thirteen-to-the-dozen. David turned to John: Hey, I'm so glad you thought to phone us mate. Tell us, just how did you discover this bevy of American beauties?

John felt a slight blush creep over his face: Umm, Sarah and I met online. You know I contribute stories to a couple of sites online? David nodded: Aye, I remember you telling us, ages ago. So?

So, Sarah sent me an appreciative email about one of my stories, maybe a year ago. We've been chatting on IM ever since. When she told me that the three of them were coming to London, of course I volunteered my services to show them round.

And, Anne added, he fucked Sarah's brains out the first day we got here. and again last night. I could tell from how she was at breakfast. She looked directly into John's eyes as her friend Sarah squirmed uncomfortably at the public revelation.

There was a slightly embarrassed silence and Anne cursed herself internally. She was usually so reserved; the sherry must have loosened her tongue. She hadn't meant it to come out quite like that. 

They were rescued from their embarrassment when a waiter bowed and announced that their meal was about to be served upstairs. Sue, taking command again, ordered a bottle of French Merlot for the women and the men asked for refills of bitter.

They moved up the narrow creaking wooden staircase. They had a table at the window which just caught the last rays of the wan sun through an angry sky.

As they settled at the table Ian laughed: Well, John and Sarah, congratulations! Though if I had been in your shoes, I would have had difficulty deciding which of these gorgeous sexy women to go for!

Yeah, said Sue, playing the flirt. I have no idea why he didn't choose me! But she was looking directly into Ian's eyes as she wiggled her rather exposed bosom. She sensed Ian's growing interest and glowed internally.

The brief encounter seemed to settle the company into a soft friendly mode as they delved into the warming dinners and drinks. David had understood what was happening and focussed his attention on Anne, though he recognised her modest withdrawal, since her embarrassing, perhaps inappropriate, revelation. His conversation with her was gently probing and, as she began telling him about her excitement at her visit to the William Morris Gallery, he sensed his opening.

He was a designer and had met John when he had done a book-jacket for him. Their conversation flowed more freely as Anne opened up to him.

The six drew together again in conversation as they finished their main courses and ordered sweets. And more wine and beer. John glanced at his friends, to see how they were getting on with Sue and Anne. All seemed well.

The ladies talked about the places John had taken them and the places they still wanted to see. 

The guys put forth a few suggestions that the ladies liked, but John reminded them that he couldn't be in three places at once. 

So Ian and David volunteered to shepherd Sue and Anne to the places they wanted to see. John looked to Sarah, What do you think? Should we let them explore on their own? 

Sarah smiled at her friends. They're old enough to decide for themselves, she replied.

So it was arranged that Ian and Sue would go to the designer shops and David and Anne would check out some art stores and design stores the next day. That left John and Sarah with an open day.

It was getting late and, to John's surprise, the women decided they wanted to walk the twenty minutes or so back to the hotel in the humid evening. As they set out through Covent Garden, he noticed that Ian's arm was around Sue's waist, and David and Anne were fairly close together, holding hands in a friendly way.

He deliberately lingered to allow them to walk ahead, then pulled Sarah hard against him and kissed her insistently. I think it was maybe a good idea that I invited my friends for dinner with us? he asked.

She giggled, and her fingers dropped to stroke his cock through the wool of his kilt. A very good idea, she murmured. It gives us a whole day alone together tomorrow.

At one point, outside the British Museum in Bloomsbury, Sue separated from Ian and spoke quietly to Anne for a minute. As they walked on Anne lingered to talk to Sarah, and John studied some elaborate Georgian railings as they spoke. 

When Anne moved on, John pulled Sarah to him for another deep kiss, his tongue licking round her ear as his fingers fondled her breasts through her thin top. She felt his erection against her soft belly and bit his earlobe gently. Sue wants to have the room to herself tonight, she whispered. She and Ian want to fuck. So can I come back to your place, and let Ann have my bed? His fingers slid between her legs, stroked her hot need.

Mmm, he muttered, very aroused. Why can't we just let Ann have the spare bed in your room? She could watch us fuck, maybe join in? I know she has the hots for me...

I don't think so, Sarah said to John indignantly. Anne and I are not into sharing and we aren't into voyeurism either, so that's not an option, Got it?

Sorry, John said. Maybe she needs to open her legs for David. I know he's not been getting much lately. They could have your room and you can come to my place.

I like the idea of going to your place said Sarah. I warn you, I can't guarantee what I might want to do to you, after that outburst, John said. He stood and stretched his hand into her groin, pulled her to him with two fingers hooked into her cunt, so let's go slut, I'm sure your friends can handle the rest of their evening. He hailed a cab as it cruised round Russel Square and dragged her into it. He buried her protests, his hand over her mouth, as the other sought her nipples, pulling and tweaking them through the fabric.

She was nervous again now as the cab pulled away and he unlocked the door of his flat. He pushed her through the house to the bedroom. Now you dirty wee bitch, he snarled, pushing her over his dressing-table and pulling her short skirt off. You are the first woman who has ever dared to put me in my place, and you're going to get punished for it.

She screamed as his hand swiped her buttock viciously. Tonight -- another merciless crash on the other buttock -- you are my sextoy, slut. Several more sharp smacks and her plump bum was beginning to glow to his satisfaction. He parted her legs and his finger roughly probed her cunt. You filthy wee slut, you're soaking.

Kneel now, and suck my cock. He knew she didn't like sucking cock, she had told him so. But his need soared way beyond what she wanted. Suck me like the dirty whore you are. And he gasped as he felt her reluctant lips settle around him, the sweet warmth as her throat enclosed him. He grabbed her dark hair and began to fuck her face, pulling her tight onto him. 

She could barely breathe as his cock forced hard into her, unthinking and relentless. Then he slowed and withdrew. 

Right bitch, I'm going to be good for you too, now. And I'm going to be really kind: I'm going to give you some control. He pulled her to the bed and, clothes scattering, lay on his back naked. Now, get the rest of your clothes off and get on me Sarah, mouth on my cock and your cunt spread on my face.

He relished this position. It meant he couldn't control her mouth on his cock. But it also meant her sexual delights were spread helplessly for his mouth to savour. And he loved the taste and scent of her hot cunt above anything. His mouth fastened on her, delighting in her heady pussyscent, lapping at her sexhoney. His hands moved to feel her tits, the sweet engorgement of her nipples, and he felt her mouth fasten hard, eager now, on his erection. He pulled the nipples squashed against him and she squirmed. He felt more wetness on his mouth, and pulling her nipples harder now, his teeth crushed her clit as his finger sought her arsehole. 

She squirmed more as his digit entered her and he gasped as he felt her teeth close on his hardness...Ohhh fuck, Sarah...

They were both panting now, writhing and bucking together in their mutual desperation for release. Her honey was flooding his mouth and his finger plunged hard in her anus. Ohh now baby, please, she gasped, releasing his cock for a second. I'm so close darling...uhh...bite my clit...

She took him way deep in her throat and as she felt his teeth softly gnaw her clit, she sank hers into his tender hardness. She rose above him and screamed loudly as she spasmed, just when his cock exploded into her mouth. She squirted cum all over his face, jet after jet. He was too exhausted to try to drink it all, just luxuriated as the last of it washed on his face.

Eventually they squirmed round so they were facing each other. Oh honey, she sighed, as his arms closed softly round her: That was the best ever cum. And, my dirty lover, d'ya know what? She smiled fully into his sex-drowsed eyes.

What darling? He smiled. 

That's the first time in my life I ever squirted on a man. Fuck, you are gorgeous. It happened once before, when I was playing with two toys, one inside and one on my clit. But never before with a man. 

I'm so proud Sarah, he whispered. I could feel you were way over the top. So glad I helped you to that.

And they sank into sleep as they softly fondled each other...



Sarah's Visit to London Ch. 04



Author's note: As ever, if you haven't yet read the previous three chapters, it might help you to follow this if you did.

And as ever also, my deep thanks to my sweet American editor. Without her interest and care, this story would never have happened.

1.

Sarah emerged from sleep. Watched the pattern of light through the bedroom curtains, listened as the thrushes and blackbirds began their mellifluous chorus in John's small back garden. Glanced at the clock: six am.

John was folded into her back, his cock semi-tumescent against her. She wriggled her ass deliberately and felt him harden against her buttocks. She knew it was their last day together: he'd told them he had to go to Edinburgh on an afternoon train for a meeting with his publisher. She was due to move on to Paris the next day. Sue's plan, of course. Sarah would have been very happy to visit Scotland with John, but the girls' itinerary had been booked, so that wasn't going to happen.

Maybe it was just as well. She had become attached to John during their few days together. Suspected that there would be emotional pain on parting, if they were together much longer. No, she knew there would be anyway. And she loved her husband deeply. This was just a holiday, an escape from her reality. 

The reality of her husband's multiple sclerosis, her daily care routine. Bed-washing him; lifting him onto the wheelchair to get him to the toilet; lifting him onto the pan for his morning evacuation; cleaning his ass for him; brushing his teeth for him; and getting him to the kitchen. Then getting her young daughter out of bed and ready for school and making breakfast for all of them. 

Taking her beloved daughter to school, then back to do household chores, get some shopping done, and care for her husband till it was time to get back to school to collect her daughter. Homework supervision, dinner, showering her husband in the wheelchair-accessible shower, lifting his hundred-and-sixty pounds into bed. Reading to her daughter before she eventually sank to a dead asleep.

Sometimes Sarah was so exhausted by the routine that she didn't even have the energy to open her computer once her responsibilities were done, to chat to her friends. Before she met John a couple of days ago, she hadn't had sex since her husband's potency finally succumbed to the MS eight years previously.

But she had found time to get to know John online, and was she so glad she had.

She wriggled round and kissed his face softly: Hey John, this is our last day together honey. Gonna wake up for me?

He slowly emerged from sleep, eyes flickering open.

Oh Sarah, he breathed. I am just so glad that we've found each other. Stirring himself fully awake: What would you like to do with this wonderful day, lover?

I...mmm...I just don't know John. She snuggled onto him, spreading her thighs over his. She felt his erection press into her belly and sighed: I think I might be more interested in you than in seeing more of London, though. 

He gently pushed her from him. Well my dear, he whispered, maybe you need some breakfast before we decide?

He slipped from the warm bed, grabbed his gown, and made his way to the wee kitchen. She listened drowsily as he moved about, heard the kettle click and other noises. He returned presently with a tray: Darjeeling, eggs and bacon with potato scones, toast and marmalade. She pulled herself up beside him, sipped her tea, and munched appreciatively on the meal. Her full breasts stood proud on her as she turned to kiss him.

Thank you sweetie, she whispered. 

Sarah, you know it's all my pleasure, as his lips fastened on her nipples. She squirmed hard into him again: Suck my clit, she breathed. His head moved south obediently and she parted her legs to allow him access to her aroused cunt: Ohh baby, please suck me. 

His mouth fastened on her and she writhed to the feel of his lips and tongue: You know I want you Sarah. And his tongue probed her, drinking and scenting her delicious sex, teasing and pursing his tight lips around her throbbing clit.

Sarah was writhing and wriggling hard now just needing to be blown out of her head.

I have to fuck your cunt now darling he whispered to her as he moved up so his hardness was probing between her gaping labia. He thrust in hard and she shuddered, kissing his mouth.

Oh darling, she whimpered as they fucked themselves to total implosion, grunting and eventually collapsing together.

2.

Hey baby? He moved his hands over her sexiness, his cock again poking her ass. I think we should see a bit more of this city, don't you?

She turned to kiss him again, relishing the soft movement of his lips on hers: Mmm, I'm not at all sure about that? Why don't we just stay here honey?

Because, my sweet, I'm your tour guide, and it's my job to ensure you see a bit more of this amazing city, so get your sweet ass out of bed now. I'm taking you to Camden Market. He rubbed his cock hard into her bum, then climbed out of bed.

A little later, they caught a bus on the main road near his flat, and she watched from the top deck as inner-suburban London slid past them. He pointed out features, architecture, and the various ethnic shops. She gawped, intrigued by the complete strangeness of it all, a different side of the tourist London she'd seen so far. John's fingers were well up her skirt and she gasped as he stroked her pussy-lips lovingly, wondering if anyone could see. The fingers prodded deep into her pussy, then he withdrew them. Next stop Sarah, he murmured, and he was pulling her up off the seat and down the stairs.

Camden Market was beside an old canal, and he drew her into its bustle as if she belonged to him. Which, she realised, right now, she did.

She searched the market stalls and found a few bits of clothes and antique jewellery she had to buy. John hovered beside her, guiding her encouragingly. 

She stopped beside a stall selling some quite risqué underwear. 

Sarah, he breathed, holding up a pair of red silk crotchless panties. I'd love to buy these for you. Would you like them, my sweet?

She looked at the underwear, glanced at him as he smiled at her. I would love them honey, she purred. But. Only on one condition.

He glanced her a question: What's the condition Sarah?

Yours will be the only prick that ever slips between those lacy lips honey? Will that do?

He shivered: I think that's a deal, love. 

He passed notes to the salesgirl and the wrapped treasure slipped into Sarah's purse. Remind me, when's your train honey? She asked.

It's five pm from Kings Cross, it'll get me into Edinburgh just after nine. 

Over four hours? Isn't that quite a long way? 

Its four hundred miles. If we were in France, it would be around two hours, not four. Some people invest in their railways, but not in the good old UK!

Never mind that, she said, stroking his cock through the thick wool of his kilt. I think it's time we got us some lunch. And then I think you need a rest before that long train journey?

They got lunch from a Turkish kebab place and hungrily ate the hot spicy food, standing by the stall.

Sarah, he said, you know you have me worked into a sexual frenzy, like I've never been before? His cock was still throbbing under his kilt from her stroking. I need to fuck you again before we part. No, maybe that's not right. I need to make love to you darling.

They moved east to the end of the market and were soon at the bus-stop. He pulled her to him, lifting her short skirt blatantly so he felt the slithering wetness of her naked cunt as he pulled her hard on his thigh. I'm going to fuck you to the end of the world when we get home, he whispered as they boarded the bus. She shivered at the idea as they sat together downstairs, clinging to each other.

3.

It was two pm when they arrived at his flat. They kissed at the door. I want to show you every way a man can love a woman Sarah. Taking account of your strange tastes of course. He opened the door and dragged her in by her hair. He slammed the door shut behind them, turned his back to it. Now my sweet slut -- he pushed her down onto her knees -- suck my cock Sarah. The polished old wood floor was hard against her knees and she shifted so they weren't catching in the painful gaps between the floorboards. She moved her head up under his kilt and tentatively licked the back of his trembling hard cock. Scented his heady sweat and his arousal, and shifted so her head rose and she took his cockhead into her mouth. Her hands moved up to unstrap the kilt as she savoured his smell, texture: the dirty sex of him. 

The kilt fell as she unfastened the last buckle and she was able to focus now, unhindered, on pleasuring his prick. Then he pushed her away. 

Get into the bedroom, slut. His tone brooked no disobedience. Undress, take off everything, including your wedding ring. Put on the new whore underwear I bought you, and wait for me on the bed. I need to sort my emails before I leave for Edinburgh.

Please master, may I go pee first? He nodded abruptly before moving into the living room to switch on his computer. 

He spent twenty minutes on it, printing off the stuff he needed for his meetings in Edinburgh and slipping them into his already-packed overnight bag. He was smiling as he shut down the pc and began undressing as he walked the short distance to the bedroom. Sarah was lying naked on the bed, her knees up and wide apart so he could see the pink hunger of her cunt peeking through the lacy hole in her sexpanties. She was touching herself and he could see the gleam of wetness between her parted labia.

Who said you could lie on my bed and wantonly masturbate, bitch? He snarled, grabbing her hands from her wet slit. He sucked her sex-stained fingers, then reached into his bedside chest-of-drawers and withdrew four metal handcuffs. Drew her hands above her bowed head and locked them onto the wooden poles of the Victorian headboard. Secured more cuffs round her ankles and clipped them to the tall footboard. 

She was trembling now, hardly dared to look at him. She knew he wasn't going to hurt her -- or she thought she did. But there was an edge of uncertainty there: she really hardly knew him. And, she remembered with a rush that made her shiver hard, Sue and Anne didn't know his address. What if he had totally deceived her, and intended to leave her secured to his bed when he left for Edinburgh? She began to panic, despite the rational thought at the back of her mind that he couldn't possibly do that...

Do you know, he snarled pitilessly: I might be a seriously disturbed maniac?

How had he read her fears? Maybe he was a maniac? 

John sweetie, she said: Please let me go. You know I will allow you to do whatever you want with me, but please unfasten me. I'm really scared now, please John. Don't do this to me?

He said nothing. Knelt on the bed above her and moved his dripping hot cock over her face. Prodded her eyes softly, rubbed it down her cheeks, and around her lips. She opened them automatically but he didn't pause there. He rubbed it behind her ears and she squirmed hard, her hips lifting inadvertently from the bed, then as she trembled with her growing need, he shuffled down the bed and rubbed his cockhead against her erect nipples trailing precum. 

She shuddered. The feel of his need on her nipples made them achy and even harder. She tried to raise her upper body to kiss him but the restraints on her wrists made it impossible and she sank back.

He rose from the bed a little and explored his drawers again till he found what he was seeking: a long thick candle. He smeared it with lube and knelt above her: Raise your hips darling, this needs to go in your backdoor. She was totally in his power now and raised her hips automatically. Felt him draw the obscene sexpanties down. 

Legs wide now Sarah, I need your help to get this deep into you; and as she complied, she felt the thrust of the hard wax between her asscheeks. Then it slipped into her anus. She clenched involuntarily at first, then felt herself relaxing as the coldness penetrated her innermost self. He slid her panties back up so they contained the candle protruding from her bum.

I need you so much Sarah, he breathed softly, kissing her gently on her lips. He guided his pulsing erection to her wet pussy. She was his now, completely, and she stretched her legs wider as she drew his throbbing cock to her cunt. 

Ohhfuck she gasped, as his penis penetrated her. This is how I want to be, forever. Love me John, please?

You know I love you, don't you, Sarah? And his thrust right into her cervix had her shuddering.

Ohh yes honey, I know that...

He felt he'd known this sweet woman all his life as they moved together, soft and loving. His mouth moved to suckle her delicious nipples and he felt her squirm hard under him. He had never really met a sub woman before, maybe just one who had played at it. But he knew that with Sarah there was a lustful edge to their sex that turned him on as nothing before ever had. They were making love right now, but his mind had turned a dirty corner and now he just needed to fuck her senseless. And instinctively, he knew she needed just that.

She could feel the candle move in her asshole as they twined and moved together. She had never had anal sex before she met John and it was all so excitingly new, and dirty for her because it was so forbidden. She felt the muscles in her cunt and ass clutch him as he began to drive into her harder, and she knew she was climbing the wonderful mountain...

John was panting harder as his thrusts became more urgent with his lustful need for release. They twisted and grunted together desperately, mouths slackly moving against each other between mutterings of love...

...and finally they exploded together. This time she felt herself squirting on him, felt the warm wetness soaking her special Johnpanties as he filled her with his hot cum.

Hi darling, he said, as he subsided onto her. You know what I've been trying to tell you here? His mouth sank to her still-throbbing nipples.

Uhhh, she whispered. And you know that somewhere deep inside me, I love you too, John?

I know, he said.

4.

When he came to it was after four. He shook her: Hey Sarah, we need to move, darling. 

She opened her eyes to his mouth slithering on her pussy. Ohh John. Then she startled properly awake: Oh John, you just transported me away. But you have a train to catch!

They dressed hurriedly, he in a business suit now. She smirked: I like you much better in your kilt, lover.

Sorry lassie, I need this for my meetings tomorrow. Next time I'll be in my kilt, I promise!

But as he said it, he knew that there wouldn't likely be a next time. Colorado was a very long way away, and much as he'd love to see Sarah again - and try the challenges of climbing there - he couldn't see it happening soon. And besides, she had her husband and daughter to take care of, and he certainly didn't want to disrupt their lives. Not for all the selfish love and sex in the world.

Baby, she said, her breasts heaving: You and I both know there won't be a next time?

He turned to her as he finished tying his tie, tears in his eyes: Yes, I know that love. 

He was going to say: Unless the world changed a lot? But knew he couldn't say that. 

He kissed her with all the love in his being. But at least we've had a few days together? So we know, however impossible it may all seem, it is actually possible?

Four-fifty saw them at the departure gate at King's Cross Station. Tears were running down both their faces. Finally, as the minutes on the huge Victorian clock ticked by, she said: Go, get on your train John. I love you and I always will. You have a part of my heart now.

He whispered his love to her as he reminded her how to get back to her hotel. He kissed her sweet mouth for the last time and walked up Platform 6.



Sarah's Visit to London



Oh sweetie, she moaned, that was amazing. Now plunder me, I'm yours, I need to feel you pump me full. And plunder her he did, with raw feral strokes, pumping into her hard and fast now, all gentleness abandoned in his lust. This woman is pure sex, he thought...gasped as he felt her muscles tighten hard on him again. His finger returned to her asshole and it loosened, letting him enter. The secret scent of her there was enough to flip his senses. His balls tightened and he warned her: I'm going to fill you with my cum, baby. Oh you are SO hot, and his fingers moved to her nipples again, pulling and twisting them hard as he felt himself grow in her delicious tightness. He exploded into her and felt her close hard on him as her second orgasm crashed through her and he was pumping her full of his sperm. 

Ohhh fuck baby, he moaned as she collapsed under him, you are so good. He stroked her sweaty back as his hardness still throbbed in her, he licked around her neck, and into her ear. Then he glanced at the clock. It was quarter to twelve. He pulled out from her suddenly: Lassie, it's late and we need to get back to your friends. Would you mind sharing a shower to save time?

She was startled by his sudden withdrawl, and felt emptiness. He turned her onto her back and crouched between her thighs, lapping their mingled cum from her pussy: Oh Sarah, how I love the taste of your sex. 

I, I guess we could share a shower, she stuttered. I mean, we're lovers now? He couldn't resist taking a nipple into his mouth and softly sucked on it, all urgency gone. They were both relaxed for now.

We surely are Sarah, lovers indeed, he said eventually. He rose: Here's my spare robe, now let's go shower. We can't meet your friends smelling of our sex. He smiled into her eyes and drew her gently up from the bed, helping her into the robe. 

In the shower he washed her with care. The lavender soap smoothed the sweat from her, and he was especially gentle washing her pussy. Then he soaped himself thoroughly as she watched his every move. 

Okay lass, time to get moving, and drawing her from the shower-cabinet, he wrapped her in a rich soft bath towel. He fondled her a little as he rubbed her gently dry, then knelt before her to suck her breasts again. She felt his hand move to her pussy and he looked up into her eyes. You naughty girl, he said, smiling. Your pussy's wet again. Haven't you had enough? She blushed scarlet. This hasn't happened in a long time, she whispered.

Her arousal was growing but he slapped her ass playfully: Sorry, we just don't have the time right now. And - he pointed to his flaccid cock - I'm afraid he needs a wee rest too before he's ready for any more of you. So let's go get dressed, so we're fit to see your friends again.

In the taxi he suggested an innocent story to cover their morning's adventure. She had made it clear that she would be uncomfortable about her friends knowing that she had had sex with him. When they reached the hotel Sue and Anne were waiting in the lobby for them.