Wax on, Wax off
Wax on Wax Off
This took place in 1987, so I was 18 or possibly 19 years old. I was working at a huge comms company as a clerical
assistant and PA to engineer managers.
Some of them were real weridos and some were happily married, and the odd one was an effortlessly powerful
executive who exuded authority and looked like they
lived in a gym.
I was passed around the managers, as none of them merited
a PA of their own, full time.
I was assigned to a manager called Ray, who was really high up, known as a level 3, and I was to accompany him
to a meeting up in Liverpool, to take place over two weekdays.
I should mention I had a long term boyfriend, and he wasn't overly happy about me being away, because he would
have to wank himself off regularly. I should also mention
that we both lived at home with our folks, and his didn't
even know I existed, and apart from the very occasional
hotel visit, all the sex I got was in the back of a car.
Ray was the very epitome of the qualities I mentioned above, expensive suit, honed body. Effortlessly cool and composed.
Well...
For my part, I was half his age, if not more, and I was always in a lacy bra, stockings, suspenders, thong/g string and usually a very figure hugging dress, knitted
or similar. I used to give the guys in the office a right hard on as I walked past.
So, I had to meet Ray in Liverpool, I went up by train,
in skintight jeans, boots, leather jacket.
I felt him take in my arse, as he let me into his car, but he advised me
"Business wear later, ok? We have to meet the client
socially , tonight"
I felt a little uneasy about this, but I was there to provide support to him.
When we met in the hotel bar, I was all whispery stocking
tops, under a very clingy dress. Very glam, heavy make up.
He said I looked fabulous and bought me a double gin and
tonic. With not having eaten since breakfast, it went straight to my head.
He was drinking red wine.
After half an hour of small talk, we'd got onto whether I had a boyfriend, and there was hinting that I wasn't totally content, the implication was sexually.
All nuance and hint, but he seemed to pick up on it.
I certainly wasn't asking him to take up the slack, whatever he may have thought.
About an hour into our meet he had a call from the client.
They would not be getting into John LEnnon (the airport)
until the wee small hours, so we were there for nothing.
I told him, three drinks in, that I needed to eat as I was
getting tiddly.
He quickly booked us into the restaurant and we ate and drank quite quickly.
It was a little after 9 pm when he suggested we get an early night (each) so we took the lift up to the floor
where our rooms were, opposite one another.
When he opened his door with his card key, he motioned with his head, inviting me in.
I looked down at the ground, grinned and crossed his threshold.
If you are a student of my stories you will possibly remember another manager undressing me in front of a mirror, without ever being asked ! This is not a re write,
this happened here as well. There must be a page on it in
the management manual. How to strip a subordinate.
I was checking myself in the mirror, not in a vain way, OK in a vain way, although checking my hair looked okay, there wasn't spinach between my teeth, etc etc.
Ray appeared behind me.
"Would you like to .....slip out of this?" he whispered
My mouth opened slightly in shock.
"Er.. I'm okay" I said
He didn't really take any notice.
He took the full length zip and undid my dress down to my arse, and dropped it off my shoulders to pool at my feet.
I gasped, and he gasped.
From the ground up, my very high heeled black shoes,
black silk stockings, a suspender belt, black with red roses, a blue silky thong which barely concealed my little
bush, clearly bulging. My matching blue bra pushed my little tits up and together, making a cleavage I struggle
to have, but my 34Bs were very pert in those days, and bigger than they are now.
He went on to deftly unclip my bra!
No asking, no permission, just ping!
It was undone.
"Hey!" I protested and I grabbed both the bra, and my tits, to prevent it happening.
Well, to try to.
He grabbed the straps and pulled it away from me, leaving me covering my little
boobs with my hands.
"Put your hands on your hips" he ordered, he whispered, but he ordered and
my trembling hands complied.
I placed my hands on my hips and we both looked at my tits with their painfully
erect nipples. I do have rather small, dark aureole, but my nipples are VERY very
perky.
He reached round from the back and caressed them, cupping squeezing, going "Mmmmm"
in my ear.
"Lovely little tits" he complimented
I looked further down my body, and the already dark blue crotch of my g string
was darkening, as I leaked into it.
My pussy was that wet it was visible.
Ray proceeded to have a good feel of my arse.
"Gorgeous" he breathed in my ear
The g string (obviously) gave no cover or support to my nubile buttocks, as
he kneaded and squeezed them.
I traded an "Mmmmm" of my own
"Take them off" he told me
"WHAT?" I said, giggling almost
"Go on, Or I will"
I shrugged.
He took the strings and pulled them out a little, and the garment down and
over my stocking tops and legs, dropping them to the floor.
I was obviously PLAYING HARD TO GET as I stepped out of them.
I covered my pussy with a hand.
"Hands ON YOUR HIPS!" he repeated sharply
My hand returned to my hip giving him a grandstand view of my
little bush. I always made sure my pubes were trimmed shorter either side
of my vulva, so as not to put off visiting tongues, but other than that,
a complete bush.
"Lyn you're soaking!" he casually observed.
He could see the droplets clinging to the hairs.
I blushed
"What's your THING?" he asked
"THING?"
"Yes thing, you know, public places.. more than one guy. um.. your THING??"
"Oh um, you're pretty much ON it" I mumbled, vaguely
"Go and lie on the bed" he ordered "keep the stockings on, legs well apart"
"Oh my god" I muttered
But I went and lay
As he landed on his knees my the bed he hoisted my hips towards the edge of the
bed, towards him, and raised my legs so my knees were up by my shoulders.
I expected him to passionately dive right in with his tongue but he spent some time
opening me up with his fingers, just having a REALLY good look at my insides.
I felt so exposed, but it was nothing to what was to follow......
"You've got the most exquisite pussy, young lady" he commented
"It's a pity there is so much hair down here"
I half sat up
"What? Did you want me to SHAVE it? Now?" I was amazed
"Hang on", he said
He grabbed his mobile and went into the hallway to make a call.
What the fuck?
It turns out he'd spotted there was a beauty salon right opposite which did
waxing. Not so common in those days. What's more, they were open till ten pm.
He told me to get my dress on and come with him.
I went to retrieve my knickers, he told me not to bother.
Moments later we were over the road in the beauty place, he had a LOT of cash in
his wallet, and he was peeling notes off. It seemed like an awful lot for a few
minutes work, but he kept peeling. It soon unfolded that there was a degree of
bribery involved, not only to fit me in there and then, but also to let him
come and watch!!!
The two girls who attended me were visibly a bit surprised when I took the dress off
and I was nude underneath, bar the stockings and suspenders.
I was asked to indicate how much of the hair I wanted removed, which area specifically,
but Ray soon interjected telling them that "She wants it ALL off, bum as well"
I gasped.
The girls told Ray he'd got to stay up the end by the head end if he was to be in the room.
He peeled off a few more banknotes and the rule was relaxed.
He was down the business end with a clear view of where they were hoisting my legs apart
and applying the wax then the muslin strips ripping my pubes out, OOch!
Ray was standing watching VERY closely and he'd not worn his suit jacket, so his
well tailored light grey trousers did nothing to hide the impressive hard on he
was sporting.
I could see the girls nudging each other - they'd noticed alright.
To be fair I don't see how he could have been expected NOT to have a hard on,
looking right up my cunt as he was.
I don't know how long it took but by the time I was on all fours holding my
buttocks apart for them to do there, it was all over. Bar the stinging.
They gave me some advise on aftercare, including not having sex for 24 hours.
HA! As if!
Ray tipped them with yet more banknotes and I dressed (didn't take long!)
and we quickly went back to his room.
In seconds I was naked and he was passionately kissing me up against the full length
mirror.
Moments later I was back on his bed with my legs spread. This time I was to his liking,
to his licking.
He had a little taste, then ordered me to masturbate for him.
I grabbed a breast and rubbed at my little clitoris, I shivered at my own touch,
my whole pubic area had become supercharged.
He let me pleasure myself for a few minutes, then he could wait no longer and dived back
in with his tongue, sucking on my denuded pussy lips, then slipping his tongue right
inside me, and drinking my juices.
I pinched my nipples and squirmed under him.
Soon I could wait no longer:
"Fuck me " I whispered
He chuckled, and stood to take his shirt off, I ran my stockinged foot down his
newly exposed chest, and what a magnificent chest it was, for his age, or any age.
Not bulky but immensely toned and beautifully muscled. This was before the days
of male waxing, so he had a nice hairy chest.
He chucked his expensive shirt away, and began undoing his belt. His designer
underpants were at full stretch, trying to contain the erection within them.
He took his shoes and socks off then he dropped his trousers onto the pile.
Last of all, after a dramatic pause, he pulled out the waistband of his pants,
and extracted a frankly HUGE cock. For a white guy it was fucking massive.
Probably nine inches, and in the real world, you don't meet many of them.
I'd seen some big ones, mind. Even then.
Ray approached me, grasping it by the base.
I moved towards the edge of the bed, but he had other ideas.
He moved me onto my side, facing the three - wide floor - to ceiling mirrors.
I couldn't believe how naked I looked, the little slot between my legs looked
so vulnerable without the hair. Ray came onto the bed and lay full length behind me.
He lifted my stockinged leg, I could now see all my labia, glistening with juices,
bubbling and frothing.
The vaginal entrance - the hole - whatever you want to call it, seemed to be more
open than usual - it would need to be - as the incoming cock was, quite frankly, huge.
I saw the head of his cock appear between my (peachy) buttocks, it looked very wide!
"Condom!" I hissed,
I saw him shake his head
"I've had the snip" he told me "No need, I'm going to COME in you, spunk inside you"
He started to push the head of his cock into me.
My bottom was getting a lot of stimulation through this, also. My pussy was stretching
to accommodate his big head. He gently pushed the first 4 or so inches into me,
I groaned :
"Big!"
He began to move, pushing deeper into me, his cock was glistening with juices, as viewed in the
mirrors.
"LOOK!" he breathed, then he said " I want you to wank yourself"
"I'm okay!" I said "I'm getting fucked"
"I want to watch you" he said "Wank!"
I wanked
I rubbed my little clitty for him, it looked SO rude, my fingers wanking
my shaved little pussy with his big cock slipping in and out of my well
lubricated little cunt, I was watching his balls gradually retract towards
his body.
I don't believe that I knew, in those days, that this meant he was about to blow his load,
but he was !
Less than five minutes into the fuck, I was coming, so I told him:
"I'm COMING" I said
This set him off too, and his rhythm faltered as he shot his load.
I was vocal in my protests, though, even though he was supposedly safe and I
was on the pill (when I remembered to take it).
"OOOOF" he ejaculated
and he ejaculated.
Most of it, he did right up inside me, I could feel the squirts, but then
he slipped out and wanked himself off over my groin and belly. There was loads
of sperm. I mean LOADS!
"Suck me" he said suddenly
"NO!!" I said, "You're a right mess!"
Ray stood
Ray took his cock and brought it to my face
"Suck it" he said again
I still hesitated
He (fairly gently) grasped my hair and told me to open my mouth
I knew I was going to have to do as I was told, and tell me he did.
He told me to lick all the combined come, his and mine, off the cock, he peeled his
foresking right back and directed my tongue to get all the tasty bits. I wasn't that keen,
but I was SOOOooo turned on, it was okay, especially as I could see myself from various
angles, a glamorous teen in expensive lingerie, sucking on a MAN's big cock.
So he was spent for the time being. He got me to take a shower, which he watched me take,
casually wanking his half hard cock. I cleaned myself thoroughly, and then he had me put back
on the stockings, and suspenders, and the 4 inch high heels.
We had a conversation, like that, at the table, drinking wine, both effectively naked. The
conversation was about my sexual history, of which I supplied edited highlights. Edited
by me.
He desparately wanted to know if I'd ever been with a woman. I hadn't. Not then.
We got into my nights out by Stratford Upon Avon, all dressed up and nowhere to go,
with my then boyfriend "T.S.M" getting fucked in the back of his Lotus, my dress round
my waist, my g string to one side, with his cock up me. We called it the Lotus position.
I'd never let him come in me, always sucked him off to finish.
This seemed to inspire Ray, whose cock rose again, and he led me back to the bed,
where he arranged me on all fours, really spreading my buttocks, prising them quite
a long way apart. I did wonder what he was scheming. I expect you can guess, readers.
He'd brought some liquid soap or similar, from the bathroom, to act as a lubricant,
but first he got his tongue up my bum! RUDE! He had to get hold of me by my suspenders
to hold me still as he licked my arse.
Finally he came up for air:
"Have you ever been fucked up your bum before?" he enquired
"NO!" I said , emphatically. This was true at the time.
"I can't, you're too big, my bum's too tight, you can't" I protested
He was having none of it.
"I KNOW what I'm doing" he assured me "I am both expert and enthusiast. PARTICULARLY
virgin bottoms, beautiful virgin bottoms like yours!"
"Oh" was all I could say
I said it a lot louder when he appeared behind me with his big soapy cock in his hand,
and started pressing the end against my tensed ringpiece. He encouraged me, shall we say,
to relax, as he pressed harder.
Then, suddenly, it gave, and the head of his cock was in my arse.
"OH!" I said , a lot louder than the "Oh" above.
"Come here!" he muttered and pulled me back onto him.
Oh Christ, it stang!
He instructed me to rub my clit, as he fucked me, he fucked my arse, his big balls gently
bumped my buttocks.
I continued to masturbate, my clit was as hard as a little diamond. It hurt, but it was
incredibly erotic and yes, he was a master at the anal. I still recognise that now!
Which was not to say he could maintain control indefinitely, I could hear and feel him groan
gently, then he kind of bumped me, then he was coming his load, deep in my arsehole,
coming and coming and coming.
Finally with a pop, he withdrew his cock, and wanked the remains of his load onto my bum.
He turned me over and spread my legs and licked me to a huge spasming orgasm.
He came up for kisses, but didn't, thankfully, want me to suck his cock this time.
We had sex twice more before dawn, me riding him, and the both of us watching ourselves
fuck in all the mirrors.
I am happy to say that despite our fatigue the next day, we brought that deal in, the
first of many we authored. We would generally celebrate each time with lots of sex.
It never came to anything, as of course, he was a happily married man.
Lyn xx
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This took place in 1987, so I was 18 or possibly 19 years old. I was working at a huge comms company as a clerical
assistant and PA to engineer managers.
Some of them were real weridos and some were happily married, and the odd one was an effortlessly powerful
executive who exuded authority and looked like they
lived in a gym.
I was passed around the managers, as none of them merited
a PA of their own, full time.
I was assigned to a manager called Ray, who was really high up, known as a level 3, and I was to accompany him
to a meeting up in Liverpool, to take place over two weekdays.
I should mention I had a long term boyfriend, and he wasn't overly happy about me being away, because he would
have to wank himself off regularly. I should also mention
that we both lived at home with our folks, and his didn't
even know I existed, and apart from the very occasional
hotel visit, all the sex I got was in the back of a car.
Ray was the very epitome of the qualities I mentioned above, expensive suit, honed body. Effortlessly cool and composed.
Well...
For my part, I was half his age, if not more, and I was always in a lacy bra, stockings, suspenders, thong/g string and usually a very figure hugging dress, knitted
or similar. I used to give the guys in the office a right hard on as I walked past.
So, I had to meet Ray in Liverpool, I went up by train,
in skintight jeans, boots, leather jacket.
I felt him take in my arse, as he let me into his car, but he advised me
"Business wear later, ok? We have to meet the client
socially , tonight"
I felt a little uneasy about this, but I was there to provide support to him.
When we met in the hotel bar, I was all whispery stocking
tops, under a very clingy dress. Very glam, heavy make up.
He said I looked fabulous and bought me a double gin and
tonic. With not having eaten since breakfast, it went straight to my head.
He was drinking red wine.
After half an hour of small talk, we'd got onto whether I had a boyfriend, and there was hinting that I wasn't totally content, the implication was sexually.
All nuance and hint, but he seemed to pick up on it.
I certainly wasn't asking him to take up the slack, whatever he may have thought.
About an hour into our meet he had a call from the client.
They would not be getting into John LEnnon (the airport)
until the wee small hours, so we were there for nothing.
I told him, three drinks in, that I needed to eat as I was
getting tiddly.
He quickly booked us into the restaurant and we ate and drank quite quickly.
It was a little after 9 pm when he suggested we get an early night (each) so we took the lift up to the floor
where our rooms were, opposite one another.
When he opened his door with his card key, he motioned with his head, inviting me in.
I looked down at the ground, grinned and crossed his threshold.
If you are a student of my stories you will possibly remember another manager undressing me in front of a mirror, without ever being asked ! This is not a re write,
this happened here as well. There must be a page on it in
the management manual. How to strip a subordinate.
I was checking myself in the mirror, not in a vain way, OK in a vain way, although checking my hair looked okay, there wasn't spinach between my teeth, etc etc.
Ray appeared behind me.
"Would you like to .....slip out of this?" he whispered
My mouth opened slightly in shock.
"Er.. I'm okay" I said
He didn't really take any notice.
He took the full length zip and undid my dress down to my arse, and dropped it off my shoulders to pool at my feet.
I gasped, and he gasped.
From the ground up, my very high heeled black shoes,
black silk stockings, a suspender belt, black with red roses, a blue silky thong which barely concealed my little
bush, clearly bulging. My matching blue bra pushed my little tits up and together, making a cleavage I struggle
to have, but my 34Bs were very pert in those days, and bigger than they are now.
He went on to deftly unclip my bra!
No asking, no permission, just ping!
It was undone.
"Hey!" I protested and I grabbed both the bra, and my tits, to prevent it happening.
Well, to try to.
He grabbed the straps and pulled it away from me, leaving me covering my little
boobs with my hands.
"Put your hands on your hips" he ordered, he whispered, but he ordered and
my trembling hands complied.
I placed my hands on my hips and we both looked at my tits with their painfully
erect nipples. I do have rather small, dark aureole, but my nipples are VERY very
perky.
He reached round from the back and caressed them, cupping squeezing, going "Mmmmm"
in my ear.
"Lovely little tits" he complimented
I looked further down my body, and the already dark blue crotch of my g string
was darkening, as I leaked into it.
My pussy was that wet it was visible.
Ray proceeded to have a good feel of my arse.
"Gorgeous" he breathed in my ear
The g string (obviously) gave no cover or support to my nubile buttocks, as
he kneaded and squeezed them.
I traded an "Mmmmm" of my own
"Take them off" he told me
"WHAT?" I said, giggling almost
"Go on, Or I will"
I shrugged.
He took the strings and pulled them out a little, and the garment down and
over my stocking tops and legs, dropping them to the floor.
I was obviously PLAYING HARD TO GET as I stepped out of them.
I covered my pussy with a hand.
"Hands ON YOUR HIPS!" he repeated sharply
My hand returned to my hip giving him a grandstand view of my
little bush. I always made sure my pubes were trimmed shorter either side
of my vulva, so as not to put off visiting tongues, but other than that,
a complete bush.
"Lyn you're soaking!" he casually observed.
He could see the droplets clinging to the hairs.
I blushed
"What's your THING?" he asked
"THING?"
"Yes thing, you know, public places.. more than one guy. um.. your THING??"
"Oh um, you're pretty much ON it" I mumbled, vaguely
"Go and lie on the bed" he ordered "keep the stockings on, legs well apart"
"Oh my god" I muttered
But I went and lay
As he landed on his knees my the bed he hoisted my hips towards the edge of the
bed, towards him, and raised my legs so my knees were up by my shoulders.
I expected him to passionately dive right in with his tongue but he spent some time
opening me up with his fingers, just having a REALLY good look at my insides.
I felt so exposed, but it was nothing to what was to follow......
"You've got the most exquisite pussy, young lady" he commented
"It's a pity there is so much hair down here"
I half sat up
"What? Did you want me to SHAVE it? Now?" I was amazed
"Hang on", he said
He grabbed his mobile and went into the hallway to make a call.
What the fuck?
It turns out he'd spotted there was a beauty salon right opposite which did
waxing. Not so common in those days. What's more, they were open till ten pm.
He told me to get my dress on and come with him.
I went to retrieve my knickers, he told me not to bother.
Moments later we were over the road in the beauty place, he had a LOT of cash in
his wallet, and he was peeling notes off. It seemed like an awful lot for a few
minutes work, but he kept peeling. It soon unfolded that there was a degree of
bribery involved, not only to fit me in there and then, but also to let him
come and watch!!!
The two girls who attended me were visibly a bit surprised when I took the dress off
and I was nude underneath, bar the stockings and suspenders.
I was asked to indicate how much of the hair I wanted removed, which area specifically,
but Ray soon interjected telling them that "She wants it ALL off, bum as well"
I gasped.
The girls told Ray he'd got to stay up the end by the head end if he was to be in the room.
He peeled off a few more banknotes and the rule was relaxed.
He was down the business end with a clear view of where they were hoisting my legs apart
and applying the wax then the muslin strips ripping my pubes out, OOch!
Ray was standing watching VERY closely and he'd not worn his suit jacket, so his
well tailored light grey trousers did nothing to hide the impressive hard on he
was sporting.
I could see the girls nudging each other - they'd noticed alright.
To be fair I don't see how he could have been expected NOT to have a hard on,
looking right up my cunt as he was.
I don't know how long it took but by the time I was on all fours holding my
buttocks apart for them to do there, it was all over. Bar the stinging.
They gave me some advise on aftercare, including not having sex for 24 hours.
HA! As if!
Ray tipped them with yet more banknotes and I dressed (didn't take long!)
and we quickly went back to his room.
In seconds I was naked and he was passionately kissing me up against the full length
mirror.
Moments later I was back on his bed with my legs spread. This time I was to his liking,
to his licking.
He had a little taste, then ordered me to masturbate for him.
I grabbed a breast and rubbed at my little clitoris, I shivered at my own touch,
my whole pubic area had become supercharged.
He let me pleasure myself for a few minutes, then he could wait no longer and dived back
in with his tongue, sucking on my denuded pussy lips, then slipping his tongue right
inside me, and drinking my juices.
I pinched my nipples and squirmed under him.
Soon I could wait no longer:
"Fuck me " I whispered
He chuckled, and stood to take his shirt off, I ran my stockinged foot down his
newly exposed chest, and what a magnificent chest it was, for his age, or any age.
Not bulky but immensely toned and beautifully muscled. This was before the days
of male waxing, so he had a nice hairy chest.
He chucked his expensive shirt away, and began undoing his belt. His designer
underpants were at full stretch, trying to contain the erection within them.
He took his shoes and socks off then he dropped his trousers onto the pile.
Last of all, after a dramatic pause, he pulled out the waistband of his pants,
and extracted a frankly HUGE cock. For a white guy it was fucking massive.
Probably nine inches, and in the real world, you don't meet many of them.
I'd seen some big ones, mind. Even then.
Ray approached me, grasping it by the base.
I moved towards the edge of the bed, but he had other ideas.
He moved me onto my side, facing the three - wide floor - to ceiling mirrors.
I couldn't believe how naked I looked, the little slot between my legs looked
so vulnerable without the hair. Ray came onto the bed and lay full length behind me.
He lifted my stockinged leg, I could now see all my labia, glistening with juices,
bubbling and frothing.
The vaginal entrance - the hole - whatever you want to call it, seemed to be more
open than usual - it would need to be - as the incoming cock was, quite frankly, huge.
I saw the head of his cock appear between my (peachy) buttocks, it looked very wide!
"Condom!" I hissed,
I saw him shake his head
"I've had the snip" he told me "No need, I'm going to COME in you, spunk inside you"
He started to push the head of his cock into me.
My bottom was getting a lot of stimulation through this, also. My pussy was stretching
to accommodate his big head. He gently pushed the first 4 or so inches into me,
I groaned :
"Big!"
He began to move, pushing deeper into me, his cock was glistening with juices, as viewed in the
mirrors.
"LOOK!" he breathed, then he said " I want you to wank yourself"
"I'm okay!" I said "I'm getting fucked"
"I want to watch you" he said "Wank!"
I wanked
I rubbed my little clitty for him, it looked SO rude, my fingers wanking
my shaved little pussy with his big cock slipping in and out of my well
lubricated little cunt, I was watching his balls gradually retract towards
his body.
I don't believe that I knew, in those days, that this meant he was about to blow his load,
but he was !
Less than five minutes into the fuck, I was coming, so I told him:
"I'm COMING" I said
This set him off too, and his rhythm faltered as he shot his load.
I was vocal in my protests, though, even though he was supposedly safe and I
was on the pill (when I remembered to take it).
"OOOOF" he ejaculated
and he ejaculated.
Most of it, he did right up inside me, I could feel the squirts, but then
he slipped out and wanked himself off over my groin and belly. There was loads
of sperm. I mean LOADS!
"Suck me" he said suddenly
"NO!!" I said, "You're a right mess!"
Ray stood
Ray took his cock and brought it to my face
"Suck it" he said again
I still hesitated
He (fairly gently) grasped my hair and told me to open my mouth
I knew I was going to have to do as I was told, and tell me he did.
He told me to lick all the combined come, his and mine, off the cock, he peeled his
foresking right back and directed my tongue to get all the tasty bits. I wasn't that keen,
but I was SOOOooo turned on, it was okay, especially as I could see myself from various
angles, a glamorous teen in expensive lingerie, sucking on a MAN's big cock.
So he was spent for the time being. He got me to take a shower, which he watched me take,
casually wanking his half hard cock. I cleaned myself thoroughly, and then he had me put back
on the stockings, and suspenders, and the 4 inch high heels.
We had a conversation, like that, at the table, drinking wine, both effectively naked. The
conversation was about my sexual history, of which I supplied edited highlights. Edited
by me.
He desparately wanted to know if I'd ever been with a woman. I hadn't. Not then.
We got into my nights out by Stratford Upon Avon, all dressed up and nowhere to go,
with my then boyfriend "T.S.M" getting fucked in the back of his Lotus, my dress round
my waist, my g string to one side, with his cock up me. We called it the Lotus position.
I'd never let him come in me, always sucked him off to finish.
This seemed to inspire Ray, whose cock rose again, and he led me back to the bed,
where he arranged me on all fours, really spreading my buttocks, prising them quite
a long way apart. I did wonder what he was scheming. I expect you can guess, readers.
He'd brought some liquid soap or similar, from the bathroom, to act as a lubricant,
but first he got his tongue up my bum! RUDE! He had to get hold of me by my suspenders
to hold me still as he licked my arse.
Finally he came up for air:
"Have you ever been fucked up your bum before?" he enquired
"NO!" I said , emphatically. This was true at the time.
"I can't, you're too big, my bum's too tight, you can't" I protested
He was having none of it.
"I KNOW what I'm doing" he assured me "I am both expert and enthusiast. PARTICULARLY
virgin bottoms, beautiful virgin bottoms like yours!"
"Oh" was all I could say
I said it a lot louder when he appeared behind me with his big soapy cock in his hand,
and started pressing the end against my tensed ringpiece. He encouraged me, shall we say,
to relax, as he pressed harder.
Then, suddenly, it gave, and the head of his cock was in my arse.
"OH!" I said , a lot louder than the "Oh" above.
"Come here!" he muttered and pulled me back onto him.
Oh Christ, it stang!
He instructed me to rub my clit, as he fucked me, he fucked my arse, his big balls gently
bumped my buttocks.
I continued to masturbate, my clit was as hard as a little diamond. It hurt, but it was
incredibly erotic and yes, he was a master at the anal. I still recognise that now!
Which was not to say he could maintain control indefinitely, I could hear and feel him groan
gently, then he kind of bumped me, then he was coming his load, deep in my arsehole,
coming and coming and coming.
Finally with a pop, he withdrew his cock, and wanked the remains of his load onto my bum.
He turned me over and spread my legs and licked me to a huge spasming orgasm.
He came up for kisses, but didn't, thankfully, want me to suck his cock this time.
We had sex twice more before dawn, me riding him, and the both of us watching ourselves
fuck in all the mirrors.
I am happy to say that despite our fatigue the next day, we brought that deal in, the
first of many we authored. We would generally celebrate each time with lots of sex.
It never came to anything, as of course, he was a happily married man.
Lyn xx
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