Chapter 44
Preparing a trip to London.
The weeks following the photo session with Hellen were hectic for both Jada and me, doing something we had never done before, creating and printing a magazine. I sorted the photos fairly quickly and grouped them per theme we wanted in the glossy. The final choice would be Hellen’s of course, but together with Jada, who’d become quite adept at judging the quality of photos, we managed to make a preselection that would hopefully inspire Hellen to create and write the required fake articles. Once we got the texts we could start putting the whole thing together. Everything had to be done by the date that Grace and I would leave for London, which was Friday the 11th of December, giving us about 20 days to put this masterpiece together and print an exclusive 10 copies.
I had ordered twice the required number of A3 sheets to print everything allowing me to make proof prints and misprints as well. A few days after Hellen had received her memory cards with the photos I called her to find out if she had made her selection; she had, and for the next ten minutes it sounded like we were talking in code as she gave me the unique number of each of the photos she wanted. To be extra sure I asked her to confirm the numbers by e-mail, but we already started sorting the chosen ones out. In large part, the choices she made were perfectly in line with what both Jada and I had gone for. That was a great relief, as choosing photos could result in endless discussions.
In between all the activities with the fake men's magazine “The Gentlemen”, I had to arrange a trip to London, but this time I decided to use a professional. Not so long ago I had received a flyer in my mailbox announcing the opening of a new travel agency in the village, so I decided on my day off to try them out for this London trip. Opening the door to the nice shop I was pleasantly surprised.
“Is that you Maggy?”
“Hello Lew, welcome, I was hoping that you would walk into my little travel shop one of these days, and here you are.”
Behind the counter I found Maggy, she used to run the travel shop/department where I had worked for many years until she was replaced by one of those international agencies that were shoved down the local organizations’ throats by the international purchasing department who wanted the same agency all over the world so they could claim some ‘saving’ or other. It was a sad day for me as I could always rely on Maggy to handle my business trips and also the few private trips I took on vacation, in a masterful way.
“I had no idea you opened this travel agency here, what happened?”
“You know that we were literally thrown out of the plant, even though we put in the lowest bid, but we were only local and the American Purchasing department couldn’t care less, they wanted one and the same agency all over the world, and as a consequence, I was made redundant from the agency I worked for, for so many years.”
“Yeah but that was ages ago, what happened to you between stopping at the plant and opening up something here in the village?”
“It took me a while to decide what to do with the rest of my life, I was too young to retire and I couldn’t afford it either and then during a chat with my friend Grace…”
“You know Grace? Is that the Grace I know as well? the one that runs the realtor agency?”
“Yes, the very one.”
“How did you come to know Grace?”
“Oh Grace and I go way back, we went to school together and we’ve been friends ever since, we’re the same age and now we’re both single. I tried to help her get over the fact that she became 50, but I heard that you helped her far better with that than I ever could.”
“Uh yes, I guess I did in a way.”
“Oh, I know all about that, and also about your cruise together…”
“I hope Grace didn’t go into too many details concerning that trip?”
“No rest assured she didn’t, but I can guess how that trip went, especially after that special photo session her daughter Nancy gave her for her birthday.” She said with a wink.
“Oh my God, you know about that as well?”
“Well, Grace and I have no secrets from each other. Our lives are quite similar: Grace has a daughter of 26, and I have a daughter of 26, in fact, their birthdays are on the same date and we were together in the same maternity clinic giving birth. I’m Nancy’s Godmother and Grace is my daughter's Godmother. Grace had to do it all by herself, I at least had my husband who, unfortunately, I lost about 2 years ago, so now I’m a widow. Unfortunately, unlike Grace I don’t have a grandchild, my daughter is lesbian and neither she nor her partner is interested in getting pregnant or raising children. And believe it or not, I think I sort of know why you’re here.”
“You do?”
“Yes, you want to go on a trip to London with Grace to thank her for the cruise she invited you on.”
“I knew it, and of course, you also know all the sordid details of our trip to the States don’t you?”
“Mmmmhmm, not all, but enough.”
“Now I’m really embarrassed.”
“Why? there is nothing that I wouldn't have liked to experience myself and from what I heard you are a true gentleman and an excellent lover.”
“Stop it, you are making me blush all over.”
“There is nothing to be ashamed of Lew. I'm happy you gave Gracy back her desire for living - I could do with someone like you right now.”
“You want me to take pictures of you also…”I said with a chuckle.
“Be careful I might just take you up on that, but no I wouldn’t want to take my best friend’s boyfriend away from her.”
“Allow me to put the record straight here, I am not Grace’s boyfriend, we are friends, friends with benefits if you wish, we enjoy each other’s company, and traveling together is great now that she can’t go on cruises with Nancy for a while, but once baby Emelia is big enough they will go cruising together again like before, so we remain strictly independent from each other.”
“That’s good to know!” she said with a wink, “but this trip to London, I guess you’ll want to take the Eurostar?”
“Yes, we’d like to leave on Friday the 11th of December and come back Monday the 14th so 3 nights; gives us 3 possibilities to go to the theatre or a show.”
“OK, what about accommodation?”
“Well I’ve still got a bunch of Hilton HHonors points from my business traveling days and I wouldn’t know what to do with them, so I’ll book the Hilton Metropole hotel direct, it’s only a thirty-minute walk from the West End or Oxford street, or we can take the tube.”
“Excellent idea, so I can only sell you the train tickets, which you could have booked by yourself via the internet…”
“Yes, but I wanted to see who opened this travel shop I had heard so many good things about. We did have a very good relationship when you were handling my business and private trips and I missed that. I never found anybody else who understood my travel needs so well as you, so I just ventured here hoping to find maybe someone who was as good, and then to my surprise I found you.”
“Yeah, small world isn’t it?”
“You tell me, well now that I’ve found you again how about dinner one evening so you can tell me in greater detail everything that has happened to you since you were kicked out and what led you to our little village.”
“Yes, that sounds nice, my treat.”
“No, absolutely not, you are a young startup with a new shop, you should save as much money as you can, believe me, I know how it is in the beginning. I had only two customers during my first month and then they weren’t breaking down my door the second or third month either, so how about Friday?”
“OK, you’re right I don’t see many customers either just yet.”
“Great, any preferences concerning restaurants?”
“I heard this Italian, Mario or something is very nice and affordable.”
“Yes it is, I was there with Grace and Nancy and two friends from Italy visiting with Grace just recently.”
“I heard.”
“God, is there absolutely nothing you don’t know about me?”
“When Grace or Nancy are involved not much no.”
“Next time I’ll swear Grace to secrecy.”
“Won’t do you any good, she tells me everything and more.”
“I’ll have to stop seeing her.”
“Don’t you dare, she’s very fond of you and she would blame me if you did, so, I’ll shut up and won’t even tell her about our dinner date.”
“I’m just joking, I would never stop seeing Grace as I wouldn’t stop seeing Beth, nor Astrid, nor Tanja, nor…”
“Stop! I know you’re not a one-woman man, I even heard you’re the savior of a lot of the single women in this village and they all just adore you, maybe I’ll become one of them?” wink, wink
Looking at her I raised my eyebrows questioningly.
“What? I’m a widow and I have my needs too, and no one to fulfill them, so I spend a fortune on batteries."
“So by seducing me you hope to save on batteries, maybe you should buy yourself a magic wand which you can simply plug in, I heard they are great, Tanja sells them in her sex shop.”
“Tanja, who is Tanja, that’s the second time you mentioned her name, am I supposed to know her?”
All of a sudden I realized I’d really put my foot in it, “how am I going to get out of this pickle? Maybe just tell the truth that proved to be the best way in the past.”
“Tanja? Oh, she rents some space from me.”
“Space? What space? You have more properties around here?”
“OK if you must know, she rents my cellar.”
“And does she have a sex shop there?”
“Yes, and if you must absolutely know, the local BDSM club.”
“What! Is there a BDSM club in the village I know nothing about?”
“Yes.”
“Groovy, my late husband and I used to be avid practitioners of the lifestyle, and if there is one in the village and in your cellar of all places…When can I visit it?”
“Every first Saturday of the month they have an open-door evening for non-members.”
“Will you take me…pleeeeeaaase?”
“I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”
She gave me a sultry pleading look while she argued her case, “I’m a free agent now, and if you take me, you can play with me. I love a good spanking occasionally, and I love it when my tits are bound and nipple clamps are applied,” she continued while opening the top buttons of her blouse revealing the top of her ample bosom almost spilling out of a very sexy, lacy white bra. I had been ogling her chest since I came in trying to guess their size, and I must admit it wasn’t the first time I fantasized about her tits. When I had sat across from her at the plant, making my business travel bookings, I was imagining what it would feel like to have those gorgeous voluptuous boobs wrapped around my cock.
“OK I’ll take you, but only on condition you don’t tell Grace I did.”
“Come on Lew that’s not fair, I share everything with Grace, and she with me. I know about your bondage and BDSM games onboard the cruise ship together with some American couple, and about your games in the red room in the States, so I’m surprised she never told me about this club in your cellar.”
“She’s never been there, I may have mentioned it to her but I’m not sure. Does she know about your BDSM adventures with your late husband?”
“No she doesn’t that was kept strictly for ourselves. Hey maybe you can take both of us together; that would be great fun and it’s not as if you never had any BDSM games with her before.”
“That’s true, but I’m not sure she would like that.”
“You want me to convince her? or better yet I could invite her for an evening out and we could take her as a surprise?”
“I’m not sure if that would be a good idea to take her unprepared.”
“Did you prepare her for the games onboard?”
“No not really.”
“You see problem solved, we’ll take her, and then I won’t have to tell her afterward as she will be experiencing the whole adventure herself together with me.”
“I can see I won’t be able to change your mind so OK, set it up for Saturday, December 5. I’ll let Tanja know I will be coming as well accompanied by two gorgeous women of which one of them very eager to taste the delicacies of the house.”
“Gorgeous women hey, thanks for the compliment!”
“You’re welcome. I’ll pick you up Friday at sevenish for dinner then?”
“OK, oh do you want these train tickets, or are you going to book them yourself?”
“Yes please, I don’t have the time to do it myself, I’m too busy on a very special project.”
“I’m happy you found the time to come to visit my little travel shop and maybe, you can tell me all about this special project of yours during dinner.”
“’ll think about it. See you, Friday then Maggy.”
Who would have thought I’d run into Maggy again when I was retired? I always had a bit of a crush on her. She flirted with me when she was running the travel shop in the plant, but she was strictly off-limits, being married and all, but now that she was a free agent, I might reconsider. She had a luscious figure after all and she already knew all about my games with Grace, maybe I should try to convince her to pose for me in the nude to extend my private collection of nude delectable women. Maybe I would be able to make her shed her clothes on Friday after dinner. And when I take her to the club on the 5th I will definitely see her in the raw anyway, so a little appetizer next Friday would be nice.
The rest of the week flew by with all the work we needed to do for the glossy magazine we were creating, so before I realized it, it was 6 o’clock Friday evening, high time to start getting ready for my date with Maggy. As usual, I showered shaved, and dressed in a sort of business casual way. I picked her up at the shop. She’d told me she had an apartment above it so that was easy. As Autumn had set in, she wore a simple trench coat. I could see sheer black stockings and killer heels, though the rest of her was completely hidden.
When we got to the restaurant and she took off her coat, she blew my socks off with her simple black, figure-hugging dress with a plunging neckline showing off so much cleavage it made me dizzy. Her arms were bare with just a watch and what looked like an expensive gold bracelet on her wrist, matching the necklace she wore around her neck. My treacherous organ immediately reacted to this stunning view - it was a good thing I had decided to dress business casual in a jacket and not just casual with only a sweater.
As expected, dinner was excellent and surprising, Mario knew me by now and had given us a nice table in a quiet corner with a bench on one side along the wall. I slid in first so that she didn’t have to slide all the way in. I preferred this way of sitting, next to each other instead of on opposite sides of the table and very soon I found out that Maggy preferred it as well.
While we were having our apéritif I felt her hand slide over my thigh, in search of my dick? I could only guess, but hey two can play at this game so I put my hand on her knee and began to slide upward over her thigh as well. She clearly enjoyed my adventurous explorations. When I slid further up, I suddenly reached the border of her stocking and felt the beginning of naked flesh. Oh my God, I thought she’s wearing real stockings and a garter belt. I couldn’t resist tickling her thigh, but I was stopped by the hem of her dress. Then I felt her lift her bum lightly, allowing me to slide the dress a bit up granting me further access to her upper thigh. I immediately took advantage, sliding further up in search of…
but I didn’t find the expected panties instead I was touching her already moist, bare pussy. She had come commando and was clearly hoping for some under-the-table pussy play. Who was I to disappoint her, in no time at all I had a few fingers embedded between her lips stimulating her wetness and even drawing some muffled moans from her upper lips. When I concentrated my efforts on her clit with my thumb she put her hand over her mouth to stifle more and louder moans. When it became too much for her she let go of my thigh and pulled my hand back, kissing me on the mouth in one movement. The moaning stopped but resumed as soon as I pulled my hand from under the table and put my finger, covered with her juices, in my mouth and sucked on it, after which I kissed her again sharing her own taste with her. Her eyes closed as she almost swooned.
“Oh Lew, if this is one of the things you let her experience I understand why Grace couldn’t stop raving about your trip to the States.”
For the remainder of the dinner, which was as outstanding as expected, we both behaved and she told me what happened to her when she was made redundant and lived through the final years with her husband who died of the big C. When she was widowed and had to fend for herself, she had desperately tried to find a new job in the same sector. She was rejected time after time because she was categorized as too old, after which she concluded that the best way forward, to put her acquired expertise in travel to good use, was to open her own travel shop, which she funded with the money from her husband’s life insurance.
When at the end of dinner I suggested coffee at my place she immediately agreed, telling me she was curious to see this studio of mine Grace had been raving about. Immediately I realized there could be a possibility to get her naked, much sooner than I had imagined possible, in front of my lens, maybe even both lenses.
Just in case you’re wondering which two lenses, I am not referring to an old Minolta camera with a dual-lens system, but to the lens of my digital camera and the one between my legs.
After walking into the studio I got the usual ooohs and aaahs I always get when people visit my facility for the first time.
“And beneath this floor, there is a fully-fledged BDSM club?”
“Yes, there is.”
“But I don’t hear a thing.”
“What did you expect to hear? moaning, screams, or cries of pain?”
“No, but music maybe?”
“The insulation is fabulous, and I have an agreement with Tanja about the decibels she’s allowed to produce, after all, it’s not a discotheque she’s operating. Let me put some light music on to take your mind off things.”
“Oh yes that would be nice, maybe I can give you a striptease?”
“I must warn you if you do, I will take out my camera…”
“I don’t mind, I know from Grace you are extremely discreet when it comes to the nude photos you take, so go right ahead.”
She started to move to the music with her arms in the air swaying about, giving me sultry looks. After a few minutes, she turned her back to me and very slowly pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress. I was curious what bra she was wearing, but as the zipper descended and descended, all I could see was her naked back, even when the zipper had reached her ass crack. I already knew that she wasn’t wearing panties but no bra either? with those big boobs?
I got confirmation very quickly when she turned around and slowly slid the dress off of her shoulders, holding it for a bit covering her tits, and then letting it drop to the floor. It puddled at her feet, revealing her completely naked body, well not entirely as she was wearing stockings and a garter belt. Well, that caught the attention of my cock immediately as it sprung to life tenting in my pants, which was what she expected and hoped for I guess, as she had her eyes glued to my pubic area.
“You like what you see?” she asked holding out both arms towards me.
“Absolutely!” I said, so enthralled by the stunning view I even forgot to take photos.
And stunning she was, she had lush, big tits, at least a double D I guessed, with big brownish areolae and nipples hard as nails pointing straight at me. I didn’t dare to ask if they were real or fake. I think she saw that question in my eyes and lifted her arms, giving me a glimpse at the underside, no scars whatsoever, so they must be real, they did have a slight sag but that was to be expected with the size and her age. I was ecstatic, I rarely had the opportunity to admire big natural boobs like that Hopefully I would get to play with them later and maybe turn my fantasy of so many years ago into reality and feel these stunning fun bags wrapped around my cock?
I wasn’t the only one at the plant to rave about Maggy’s boobs. When the weather was nice and warm and she was wearing one or another more revealing outfit, her office was filled with male potential customers, so-called passing by to pick up a travel brochure. My ass, the only reason they were there was to ogle Maggy’s rack, and today right here I had them all to myself, fully on display and readily available to be touched, kissed, and sucked on.
She didn’t make me wait very long as she danced closer and closer towards me and finally pressed the objects of my fantasy against my chest. She was looking up, being a bit shorter than I was, and licking her lips invitingly with her mouth slightly open. I held my camera up over my head, bent down a bit, and kissed her. She grabbed my head with both hands and sucked my tongue deep into her mouth pressing her hips against mine when all of a sudden it flashed through my mind I had done it again, an almost completely naked female pressed against my fully clothed body. I needed to remedy that very quickly, so I pulled away from her mouth.
“Let me put the camera away dear,” which I quickly did, then picked her up in my arms, and carried her to one of the dressing rooms. She had no idea where I was taking her, as she thought I was going to take her to my apartment, but carrying a female up the stairs was beyond my capabilities.
When we came into the dressing room she looked around and immediately understood why we were there when I laid her down on the bed. I ripped my shirt from my body and quickly dropped my pants, and boxers, then took off my shoes and socks as there is nothing as stupid looking like a naked male with his socks on. She held out her arms and opened her legs to welcome me between her limbs. My cock pointed directly at her pussy as if it was a magnet.
She grabbed it and tried to guide it to its target, but I had other plans, dropping to my knees and sliding upwards between her legs while pushing them wide open. Zooming in on her pussy, my tongue already sticking out, I left her in no doubt of my intentions were she to let me have it my way. She already started moaning at the mere thought that I was going to eat her.
“Oh yes, it’s been ages since I last felt a man’s mouth and tongue on my cunt.”
I couldn’t help myself thinking, “has a woman gone down on you more recently then?”
As if she could read my mind, she replied, “If you must know, yes.”
“Was it Grace?”
No reply.
I waited, hovering over her pussy, blowing some hot air on it to make her even hotter than she already was.
“Come on, I know that Grace likes women as well, she had a great session with a woman on the cruise ship and before that, she played with Jada during a small orgy we had.”
“She did? She never told me about that and who’s Jada and where was this orgy?”
“On the cruise ship we ran into this American couple I met because of some pictures I took of Nancy that were sold. And Grace had an afternoon with the woman where she was instructed in anal play. The orgy I referred to was at the end of a big photo shoot with me and six women, so some of the women started to play with each other. So I know that Grace is not averse to some lesbian games and you two being close friends, I put two and two together.”
“Yes, if you absolutely want to know, it was Grace, she helped me and I helped her, during our dry season.”
“I would have loved to have witnessed that.”
“Why, are you a peeping Tom?”
“Isn’t every man to some extent?”
“Yes, you may be right about that.”
“I just love to look at the naked female body and when I get to see two at the same time that’s even better, but I better shut up and start my second dessert.”
“Oh yes please!”
I went to town on her pussy, starting by licking along her upper thighs, from where the stockings stopped all the way to where the leg meets the body, then over her groin, bypassing her clit to the other side, and back down to where the other stocking started. She began to moan while giving little mousy squeaks when I passed by her clit and didn’t touch it. I made up for it, opening up her butterfly with my fingers and licking all along her snatch with the flat of my tongue, this time all the way up to her clit which I gave a nice kiss over its hood.
Then back down again making my tongue as rigid as I could and sticking it deep into her vagina. She held my head precisely at that spot, but I had other things in mind, so I pushed up again sucking the outer lips deep into my mouth while licking them along the way. When I again came to her pleasure bean it had come out from under its hood and was clearly ready for some more and harder play. I took it between my teeth and carefully gave it a playful bite, followed by sucking it into my hot mouth. Her moaning increased fivefold as she arched her back, pushing her body against my face. When I then carefully pushed a finger into her love canal, she went berserk, crying out in ecstasy, with her juices flowing profusely now giving me her full taste. I had only sampled it in the restaurant licking my finger after its trip into her lover's lane.
I felt her going all rigid as she orgasmed, her pussy clamping down hard on my tongue as she squirted all over my face. When her orgasm finally subsided and her breathing had more or less resumed its normal rhythm she whispered, “I love what you’re doing but I want to suck your cock, can we do a 69 please?”
“Yes we can, on condition, you give me a tit fuck as well.”
“I knew it, men always want to fuck my tits, my husband loved it too, so yes I’ll give you a tit fuck if that’s the price I have to pay for being allowed to suck your cock.”
“You prefer sucking cocks over getting your tits fucked?”
“Oh yes absolutely and I love it when they cum in my mouth, you can call me a cum addict if you wish.”
“Wow Maggy you keep surprising me more and more, why don’t we combine the best of two worlds, I tit fuck you, and every time it comes out on the top you can suck on it.”
“Naah, I prefer a full cock in my mouth not just the tip, with the whole thing deep down to my throat. Why are you afraid you will cum too quickly when I blow you and you won’t get your tit fuck after all?”
“No, I’m sure I can resist cumming when you blow me, my cleaning lady tried it once as a wager and lost.”
“What were the terms of the wager?”
“I had to hold off cumming for 20 minutes while she blew me, and believe me she’s a champion, if they would organize Olympic cock blowing games, she’d come home with a gold medal, she knows every trick in the book and more.”
“And yet, you won?”
“Of course.”
“What did she have to do or pay when she lost?”
“She had to completely submit to me for 2 hours in the BDSM club.”
“I could go for that, I’d love to submit to you for 2 hours or even more in that club of yours.”
“You don’t need to lose any wager for that, we can do that when we go together with Grace to the club if you are sure you will be able to convince her to join us?”
“YES, I WILL! Now turn around I want that lovely cock of yours in my mouth.”
What could I do after such a command? I willingly submitted to her demands, straddling her, with my cock hanging over her inviting mouth and my mouth stuck to her hot juicy pussy. She gobbled up my cock as if she hadn’t had a nice dinner barely an hour before and started working it over with her tongue stimulating all the right spots. It felt as if she was determined to prove her skills and make me cum in a shorter time than 20 minutes, I was determined to prove her wrong and get my promised titty fuck.
I had checked the time when she started and at the 20-minute mark, I took over and started face fucking her to prove my point, giving her pussy a bit of a rest, after a few minutes of hard face fucking she began to protest, well that’s what I think she was doing, producing strange noises, her mouth completely stuffed with my dick.
“Caaaaaa…oeoeoeoeoe … pppllleeeee…ooooop”
“You want me to stop dear?” I asked with a chuckle.
I got my answer in the form of a slap on my butt so I did and pulled out.
“Oh my God, that was extreme, I can’t understand how you do that. If it was my husband he would have cum 5 times already - if that were possible of course and all I got from you is some pre-cum. Maybe you should go to the Olympics as well if they ever invent such a discipline.”
“Training Maggy, training, maybe one day I’ll tell you all about it.”
“I would love to hear that story.”
“OK, but I would like to claim my prize now if you please,” I said while I got off the bed, “but maybe we need to move to more comfortable settings, why don’t we go upstairs to my apartment?”
“Oh yes please, I absolutely want to see that, especially after everything Grace told me about it, she said it is fabulous.”
“Fabulous is a big word, it’s nice and I like it, let’s not forget to pick up our clothes.”
“Do we need to get dressed?”
“No, we can take the inside route; I do it all the time, but we better take them with us as maybe you will want to put them on when you leave?”
“Yes of course, and I bet you do use this route when you take all those women you photograph in the buff upstairs or downstairs.”
When we came upstairs she was pleasantly surprised, to say the least, especially when I switched on the lights in the roof garden.
“This place is fabulous, Grace has not exaggerated one bit, and that garden, it’s amazing even in the Fall with most of the bushes and trees without leaves, it must be a real paradise in the Spring with all the flowers in bloom.
“Yes it is, care for a drink?”
“You promised me coffee remember?”
“Yes you’re right, unfortunately, we got a bit sidetracked visiting the studio.”
“Yes, that’s a way of putting it.”
“Take a seat, coffee’s coming up.”
After we had our coffee, with a cognac, of course, I got up. Maggy, still naked and seated on the sofa looked up at me, “oh yes, the tit fuck I promised you, bring that lovely cock of yours here,” she said while she dropped to the floor on her knees.
“Let me make you hard again.”
She grabbed my cock and gobbled it up again, applying her fabulous cock sucking skills, and making it rock hard in no time at all. She then spat on it to make it slippery and pressed her boobs around it, starting a fuck movement. My long-time fantasy was finally happening.
It was hard to keep from cumming, but I managed it at least for two minutes, and when I then finally came, I came hard. It had been a very long time since my sperm shot out of my cock with such force. The first squirt ended between her eyebrows, for the second she was prepared and had opened her mouth wide, catching it full on her tongue as she did with the remaining squirts that followed. After that, it just flowed out ending with a few dribbles coating her boobs. She proceeded to massage whatever cum had landed on her tits into her skin as if it was body lotion.
“I love doing this, it keeps my boobs soft and firm, I think…” she said, a little smile on her face as if she felt guilty.”
“Whatever tickles your fancy darling,” I replied with a chuckle.
“Oh boy this really takes it out of me, I’m dog tired, it’s been a long time since I had this kind of mind-blowing sex, any chance of me staying the night?”
“No problem, but everything has its price as you know.”
“OK, and what is the price for a night in bed with Lew?”
“You prepare breakfast tomorrow morning, and I mean not just toast and tea but a full English.”
“If you’ve got the ingredients in the house I’ll gladly make you a full English breakfast if you wish.”
“Deal, let’s hit the shower and then the sack.”
No need to mention that in the shower we paid extra special attention to each other’s sensitive parts; she even managed to make me hard again so I could fuck her slippery pussy from behind as she leaned her hands against the tiles. After the shower, we were both knackered, fell into bed, spooned, and she fell immediately asleep. That was a good thing as I knew I snored and if I fell asleep before her, she wouldn’t be able to because of me sawing all those trees. When I woke the next morning she was looking at me.
“Do you plan to murder me or something?” I asked with a smile.
“No, I was just thinking if I should wake you for my breakfast or just go ahead and dive in.”
“Uh dive in? Where do you want to dive in?”
She didn’t respond but dove under the sheet, and, grabbing my morning woody, gave it a tentative lick before gobbling it up completely and sucking on it as if her life depended on it
“Hey, why so eager?”
She pulled the sheet away from her head and said, looking at me, “if you want a full English breakfast sir, I need to have some breakfast myself first to build up my strength to prepare it for you.”
“I see and you hope to find that sucking my dick?”
“Mmmmhhhhmmm yes I hope for a nice load of your white sauce, that will get me going, remember I’m a sperm addict.”
“Oh yeah I remember now, you mentioned something about that…well don’t let me stop you.”
She continued licking and sucking, working her flexible tongue around my cock from around the glans down towards my balls, taking them one by one in her mouth and coaxing the sperm to rise to the top as quickly as possible. I on the other hand wanted this to go on for a while, enjoying her cock sucking skills to the full. I hoped to see if I could repeat my performance with Petra and make her go for at least 20 minutes before she got her reward.
While she was sucking me I tried to distract her by first playing with her boobs, making her nipples pucker up, which got me some moans from her side. I needed to get my hands on her pussy so I threw the sheet off of us completely so I could see how she was positioned. By bending sideways I could grab her leg and pull her more or less into a T position and get a hold of her ass. From there it was easy to reach her pussy from behind and slip a finger inside her. When she felt what I was trying to achieve she helped by moving into a full 69 position offering her alluring cunt as an appetizer for my breakfast.
No need to say I dove in immediately, attacking her clit with my lips and teeth, making it triple in size in no time at all. I quickly realized that was a wrong move from my side as she now began to moan very hard transferring the vibrations of her voice directly to my cock making it double hard to refrain from cumming. When she reached orgasm mode, I let myself go as well and filled her eager mouth with a royal load of nourishing sperm which she immediately swallowed. When she came up again, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as if she just had the most delicious meal in the world and jumped out of bed. She disappeared in the direction of the kitchen and shouted, “I’ll call you when it’s ready, go have a shower.”
“Yes, mom!” I shouted after her.
When I walked into the living room annex kitchen she had prepared a real feast and I’m not only talking food-wise but also view-wise, she’d put her stockings including garter belt and heels back on, but nothing else, giving me the most difficult decision to make. The food smelled so good and I was very hungry, but she also looked so alluring good. What to do? Fuck her first and then eat, but then the food might be cold by the time I got to it.
I decided to first eat, hoping she would stay warm a bit longer than the food. We ended up with her feeding me, which allowed me, with my hands completely free and idle, to play with most men’s preferred toys, tits! In the end, she proved to be as big a fan of an English breakfast as I was. Looking at the clock I saw it was getting close to 8 o’clock and it was Saturday morning, a working day for us shopkeepers.
“As it’s Saturday don’t you have to get ready to open your shop?”
“What time is it?”
“Eight.”
“Excellent that gives me another hour and a half, allowing us plenty of time to get back to the more serious business of sex.”
“You’re insatiable!”
“No, but I had to go without for a long time and I have no idea when I will get the next opportunity to have glorious sex with a good-looking and foremost considerate man, so how about another round of bed games?”
“I think I can go another round, it will probably be a lengthy one as I already fed you once this morning, and my balls will need a bit of time to cook up some more before it can be served.”
“I don’t mind, I’ll even help by keeping them warm between my boobs.
“Sounds tempting but keeping them warm is not going to help to produce your favorite food.”
“Oh yes, I forgot they need to be kept cool, shall I get some ice cubes then instead?”
“No thank you, I don’t want you to freeze them off either, you’ll just have to wait, or come back another time.”
“Can I come back another time then?”
“Yes on December 5 together with your best friend Grace.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot we have another get-together already planned don’t we?”
“Yes, we do.”
“OK, then I better make tracks so you can get some rest.”
“I have a business to run too you know and I’m currently working on a special project that takes up all of my and Jada’s time.”
“I’d better let you get to it then,” she said while she gathered her clothes, there wasn’t much to gather, as aside from the stockings, garter belt, and shoes the only thing she had worn was her dress, and coat.
As I didn’t want her to walk to her apartment by herself in her rather sexy dress, more suited for a night on the town, and most probably observed by lots of people who’d jump to the wrong conclusions, I took her in the car.
When I returned Jada was already hard at work on our project. This girl was a real treasure, I was so lucky to have met her sister which led to me taking her under my wing. I had a wonderful evening and night with Maggy, but unfortunately, I still needed to do all the work for our trip to London. On the other hand, before that trip, I had a very nice evening in the club to look forward to with two gorgeous women, one of whom knew and liked the ropes and the other a novice. Well novice, not entirely, Grace already had some training on our trip across the Atlantic and in Florida together with Jeff in the famous red room. I’d better tell Tanja quickly that I will join the open house evening together with two lovely ladies on the 5th of December.