Once Bitten…

As the sex soaked words filtered down the phone line I knew I was in for a good night. It was Halloween and an entirely appropriate spookily sexy role play was planned between my research partner and I. The plot of this role play? The plot, I confess, was a loosely based rip off of the cult classic film ‘Once bitten’. For those of you who don’t know the film the narrative involves a young male virgin desperate to have sex for the first time with his girlfriend but continually thwarted by her refusals. The lack of sex in his life he believes changes when he meets an older  woman in a bar who piles him with booze and shamelessly seduces him. This older woman turns out to be a vamp countess who needs the blood of young male virgins in order to stay forever young and beautiful. This was all the plot my research partner and I needed to start our play and I must admit I was looking forward all day of the 31st of October to how my research partner, the players player, would play at being innocent and sexually inexperienced. Indeed I suspected it would be a real test of his role play abilities to act so against his nature and his vast sexual experience.

 

 

So there I was on the evening of the 31st of October alone in my bedroom dressed in my vampire garb waiting for the phone call from my, for one night only, innocent virgin of a research partner. When the phone rang a suitably shy and unsure voice answered me when I said hello. We pretended we were at a bar and I offered to buy my research partner a drink of something booze soaked and fruity, a rum cocktail. He stammered yyyyy eeeee ssssss, he would like that very much as I asked him to  imagine his eyes running down the full length of my tight black dress. As I told him down the phone it was one of those slinky black dresses that hugged my curves but with out much effort at all could, with the right male hands, be easily lifted to reveal my sexy pink and black lacy underwear underneath complete with black silky stockings. Like much talk of my underwear my research partner said he liked the sound of that and as he took a gulp of coffee he imagined it was the cocktail I had ordered for him. Soon this innocent boy virgin was ready for another. His virgin character definitely needed that next cocktail as I continued in full vamp seduction mode, I wanted him good and drunk so I could take him back to my countess lair and take a bite of his flesh so I could feel his fresh innocent blood trickle down my throat, the taste of this bloody elixir that would keep this countess young and beautiful forever.

 

 

On and on I continued to ply my research partner with imaginary booze and on and on I flirted with him shamelessly. As the fictitious booze flowed in the heat and sweat of the imagined bar my seduction became more confident. I asked my research partner pretend that the countess was touching his arm and chest in the course of their flirtation, her fingertips stroking his flesh over the thin layer of cotton that was his skirt.

This premise made him take a deep breath of air and indeed I was getting turned on to as my took my rabbit vibrator and let its vibrations tickle my clit deliciously over my knickers. I felt myself get wet and my research partner mentioned shyly that I sounded excited. It was time to ditch the bar and I invited the young innocent boy my research partner was playing back to my place. I told him I had more booze there and when I suggested we would be more comfortable in a more private setting.

 

 

So off we headed for four play during the long taxi drive back to the Countess’s place. As they sat in the back of the cab the hostess took the boy’s hand and held it hers. As she stroked his fingertips she leaned her body against his and as his breath quickened she placed a finger on his lips and smiled as she asked him to take a deep breath and enjoy the taste of her sweet kiss. Her lips pressed against his  and as they touched the boy felt a jolt of electricity coursing through his body. This older woman was nothing like his girlfriend, her kisses did not leave his body pulsating nor his cock so stiff and hard. Her touch was so self assured, she knew what she wanted and how to get it. The character my research partner was playing felt wonderfully helpless,deliciously dominated and gorgeously controlled. He was more than willingly to follow were she lead, to let her be his first and best sexual guide.

 

 

As the taxi pulled up to its destination the young boy’s heart pounded in anticipation of

the sex he was sure would follow. As the taxi stopped the Countess took his sweat soaked hand and lead him to her lair. It was a large house with a huge black door that the countess slammed behind her as she took the boy inside her place. She sat him down on her plush red velvet chaise longue and pored him a large drink of rum. As she took the drink to him he took a huge sip before she began to undress him. She kissed his neck deeply and with her hands she began to undo the buttons on his top. As each button came free she kissed the newly exposed flesh until he lay with his chest completely bare. She took his hands and placed them on her firm tits and squeezed his hand inside hers so he could feel the pert softness of her body. As he felt her tits his heart raced, a sensation made more acute when her long black hair tickled against his neck and then his chest. He wanted to undress this beautiful woman, to slip off her tight black dress and to feel her skin against his, the taste of her body on his tongue.

 

 

The inexperienced boy wasn’t brave enough to act on his desires, to initiate undressing the countess but that was just fine, the countess was self assured, more then able to take the lead, to run her hand along his bare chest and then move lower so her fingertips touched and stroked his hard cock through his jeans making the young boys head swim with lust and desire. As her hand stroked his throbbing cock she wrapped her other arm around his body and squeezed tightly making both of their pulses soar. Soon uncontrollable lust for both of them took hold and the countess was unzipping the boy, exposing his hard cock to the warmth of the room and to the sweet heat of her breath as she lowered her head to take him inside of her mouth. The countess, completely in controlled licked the boy’s cock lightly with the tip of tongue, enjoying the salt of his pre cum on her lips. As she licked his pre cum from her lips she began to suck his cock hard and with purpose. This is Halloween after all, and all boys especially this boy deserve a treat. So with that in mind she continue to suck hard, to feel his rock hard cock twitch in her mouth and she looked deeply into his bliss filled eyes. The inexperienced boy came quickly in the Countess’s mouth and as she swallowed she suggested the boy finish the drink she had made for him. He swallowed the drink quickly in the same quick fashion that the countess had swallowed his cum. As he drank the Countess began to slip off her clothes, to strip down to her pink and black lacy underwear and stockings, standing in front of the boy who she was far from finished with.

 

 

As the boy sat on the chaise longue the countess straddled him, wrapping her long legs around his waist, she kissed him softly on the neck and then took his hand and placed it against the warmth of her hot wet cunt, his hands touched over her knickers. With the Countess’s encouragement soon his fingers were inside her pussy, moving back and forth making her moan and the boys fingers became soaked with the sweet juice of her tight pussy. As the boy slammed his fingers hard and rhythmically into her cunt her moans of pleasure became louder and as the boy squeezed her tits with his other hand she began to squirt her luscious juice down the length of his fingertips. Now in the original film ‘Once bitten’ the countess lets the boy pass out and only pretends the next day that she has had sex with him. That was not the kind of vamp countess I was playing during this role play with my research partner. I had every intention of fucking him hard during the course of play as I took my rabbit toy and slammed it hard inside my self. So as the Countess became sexually heated by being fingered I was getting heated myself as I moved my toy in and out of my cunt hard. I continued to do this as my research partner wanked to my description of the Countess pulling her knickers to one side as she straddled the boy and plunging his cock deep inside her as she fucked him good and proper, riding him hard as she stayed on top to the soundtrack of both of their pleasure filled moans. And this is how this particular role play ended, with the character my research partner was playing enjoying every moment of losing his sexually innocence to the beautiful vamp Countess I was playing. On and on we fucked all Halloween evening and continued in to the early hours. This was the kind of Halloween treat I want every year, what about you?

 

 

 

At it like bunny rabbits part two: A review of the Jessica rabbit vibrator

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At it like bunny rabbits

To begin with I would like to apologize to everyone who struggled recently to post comments on my blog. I did not remove them, it was the powers that be. I presume they did this because the context of those lost comments pertained to something I said about the Sex at Oxbridge blog. For what it is worth, I think as many others do that her blog is comical not least because of its lack of sexual content. My blog is graphic because I am actually having phone sex, it is graphic because I do indulge in the role play I write about and finally it is graphic because I enjoy everything sexually that I get up. I hope my readers do as well.

 

 

I also find the Sex at Oxbridge blog laughable because I don’t think anyone could seriously believe that she really is at Oxbridge. I had a run in with the writer of that blog many months ago. Sufficed to say I am left in no doubt that I am more than able to take her on and that the writer of that blog does not attend either one of the institutions she has affiliated herself with. This is because if she did, as she claims, attend Oxbridge she would have shown some ability to put together a better more coherent blog than she does.

 

 

Moving away from the Oxbridge blog I thought I would share with you how I got on with my degree. I got a 2.1 BSc. I really struggled at the end of the course to stay motivated and positive. This is because I knew I wasn’t going to get a first but by the same token I knew I wouldn’t get less than a 2.1. Being in that situation didn’t give me much to fight for, there was no pressure to really excel. I knew my 2.1 was guaranteed. So a 2.1 it is and I have been told that it is better to get a 2.1 than a first anyway. I have been informed by someone who hires and fires in their day job that getting a first can make you unemployable. This is because when you are interviewed with a first you are unlikely to get the job simply because the interviewer may think you are likely to take their job further down the line. I would be interested to know if anyone else reading this has heard the same or has anything to add to the subject.

 

 

Anyway in part celebration of my degree result and in part celebration of my research partner’s return to the UK (he’s been away working) I arranged a reunion bash. This bash was not just reuniting he and I for sexual high jinx but also he, I and the lovely girls who took part in a previous post, 21st Century Vera Lynn. The phone sex that took place that night was highly sexually charged and I was eager to get the girls involved again. I wanted the girls to help me welcome my research partner home and help me pamper and satisfy him. The other girls, as gracious and as fun as I remembered them to be, were happy to help.

 

 

My plan for the evening was to get all four of us together and to treat my research partner as a king, imagining that he had his very own play boy mansion surrounded by beautiful sexy bunny girls who were devoted, for that evening at least, to satisfying him completely. The sound of my plan was very much music to the ears of my research partner. So we began one evening last week, him with two girls in one room on his camp and me at the end of a phone line dressed up in my very own bunny girl outfit, fish net hold ups, high heels, sequined bunny ears complete with a cotton bunny tail pinned to my see through knickers. As I placed my toy vibrated directly against my clit I got ready to dish out instructions to the other girls as to how the pampering and seduction of my research partner should commence.

 

 

The girls, as instructed, stripped my research partner bare. As he laid stretched out on the bed naked each of the two girls took a foot each. They began massaged his feet with, what I told was, sweet smelling oil. As the girls massaged his feet we all relaxed and chatted, I enjoy the girls company so it was good to catch up. Indeed I can see the appeal of swinging as a consequence of these get togethers. This is because you get to chat and have fun and frolics with lots of interesting and sexy people.If you had asked me a year ago about swinging I would have been sure it wasn’t for me but the good experiences I have had with the girls have changed my outlook, I am certainly warming to the idea. As the pampering continued and the girl’s hands moved higher, to my research partner’s ankles and calves and to his knees. I asked each girl to massage the back of his knees firmly, to really tease and turn him on until huge cock became hard and twitched with anticipation. I encouraged the girls to move on to his thighs, to press their fingers into his flesh and sooth his tired aching muscles. When I decided the girls had teased my research partner enough I suggested the girls take their hands and with gentle feather light touches stroke his cock and his balls not forgetting to pay attention to my research partner’s favourite area, his arse.

 

 

My research partner let out a satisfied moan as his favourite girls teased and touched his cock, balls and arse. There were so many fingers and so many sensations that soon his cock released a squirt of pre cum which, not to be wasted, fell onto one of the girls finger tips who without instruction rubbed it into the nipples of her full large tits. This display made it clear it was time, as the girls put it, for my research partner to be “sucked dry.” One girl used her tongue to lick his balls slowly while her finger stroked his arse back and forth while the other girl, her body straggled across his proceeded to take his cock inside her tight warm wet mouth and suck him hard up and down. Mean while I remained at the end of a phone line, happily orchestrating the play. I enjoyed hearing my research partner moan and the girls giggle as I cheerfully got myself off with my toy vibrating hard against my clit. I was a happy girl as I felt my pussy get wetter and wetter and felt my small clit swell. My clit, eager for attention, was rubbed side to side with my toy, I heard myself moan, crying out with delight. This was just the reunion we all needed.

 

 

The mood was perfect as both my research partner and I laid back, him enjoying the sight of two gorgeous girls tending to his every sexual need and me getting off to the sexy sounds of their threesome and the feel of my toy vibrating against my clit. Yes, the mood was perfect especially as my research partner came for the first time in appreciation of the wonderful blow job had received. It was suppose to be the first of many orgasms for all four of us. The plan was to carry on, to have a full on, no holds barred, sex session and this would have happened had it not been for one thing. Just as I announced it  was ‘ the girl’s turn’ alarms on my research partner’s camp began blazing, signally a power cut and within seconds the phone line we were all sharing was dead. It was a communication black out that meant the end of play time and that was that. I was left alone on my bed, hot and horny, all dressed up with no one to satisfy and no one to satisfy me. By the time the problem was fixed hours had passed and when my research partner called again I was all but asleep, my outfit lingering somewhere on my bedroom floor. As frustrated as my research partner was at least he had come once, it was the girls who were left hanging.

 

 

This is not to say my research partner didn’t make it up to me the following night. When he rang that night, naked, we watched babestation together and admired the girls on the screen. He rubbed his cock as I instructed him to, firmly, with loads of cream, steadily and with purpose getting faster and faster, pushing him towards orgasm. All the while he listened to my cries and moans as I fucked myself hard with my toy. Yes he made it up to me that night and if you ask me, fuck saying it with flowers, say it will many many orgasms. If you ask me if boys want to show a girl they care they should make it their mission to make her squirt. For me this involves having my clit stroked until it is swollen and rock hard, stroked fast from side to side until my cunt is dripping and soaked through. All the while I like filthy suggestions growled gruffly into my ears. My research partner knows exactly what I like and I know exactly what he likes, he likes everything sexual and hasn’t done anything that he didn’t like. The reason why we have such good sexual chemistry is because we are both willing and eager to experiment.We enjoy hearing the other person cum. I love listening to him groan and the energy he has to go all night long. I just hope he made it up to the other girls in the same way he made the interruption up to me. I will let you know if he did. Hopefully there will be another session with the girls soon. Uninterrupted this time.

 

 

Getting ready to play

 

Getting more comfortable

 

Wanna be my playmate?

 

Pretty please be my playmate !!

Let’s Get Physical !!

I feel a little bit lost at the moment. I expected when I finished my degree I would be jubilant, happy to be finished, pleased I had stuck it out and not done a bad job at it. But no, happy is not how I feel, I just feel strange, like I now lack a purpose. I am sure this is because I don’t know what to do next. I don’t know if I should think about getting masters or perhaps do a law conversion course, turn my BSC into an LLB. What makes me hesitate about doing these things are worries about further debt, is it really such a good idea to be shackled with yet more loan repayments when the economy is so badly fucked? It’s a catch 22 all students without well off parents face. I could always try and get a full time job rather than just survive on part time hours. However it is not like the streets are paved with gold were I am from and there are hardly good opportunities a plenty. All I would like is the same as every other graduate, a job with prospects, chances to progress. I am not sure such a job will materialise but I’ll let you all know if it does. And it‘s not all bad, at least I have you guys still to chat to and share my naughty phone sex stories with while you still want me to share them.

 

 

Anyway because I feel directionless at the moment I have focused all my energies into diet and fitness. Spending my time working out (A Fame inspired fitness DVD) and avoiding carbs at all costs. This brings me to the most recent role play my research partner and I played out. He did this role play with me because he said he supports my fitness kick even if that kick does not, in any way, involve the quitting of my smoking. So we began a role play involving fitness, him playing the hot, muscular, altogether well put together personal trainer and me, his client, who had hired him to put her through her paces down at the gym and, as it turned out give her body a right good seeing to.

 

 

So as I waited for the phone to ring I slipped into my gym wear, black leggings, a long up T-shirt tied high up under my tits, trainers and leg warmers (well I have been doing a fame inspired workout DVD day in and day out for the last week so the leg warmers did demand to be worn.) When the phone rang my research partner and I both slipped into character and pretended we were at gym, made believe he was there to give me one- on- one personal training. He brought with him a CD player and pressed play. The sound of loud dance music thumped around the imaginary empty gym room. The beats pounded hard in my ears as he asked me to begin to warm up, moving my legs from side to side and tapping the floor with my feet in time to the music. ‘Time to get your heart pumping’ my research partner said with a smile in his voice. My heart was already pumping, not because of the exercise, I’d barely started but because it had been an age since I had phone sex with my research partner. Due to his job in the army he’s around and then he is not around, he comes and he goes and that is simply the nature of his work and the nature of our friendship. I enjoy his company when he is available and I’ve learnt not to miss him when he’s gone. Still it is good when he is around because the phone sex is heaps of fun. That fun was what I looked forward to when this role play began with my legs side-stepping to the beat. I looked forward to the sexual gratification that would follow because for whatever reason we always seem to have a good time together.

 

 

Anyway I stood in my bedroom side-stepping to the beat of the dance music playing. I started to warm up and on we continued with my research partner as the fitness instructor ordering me to contort my body into all kinds of weird and wonderful positions. He warmed me up and tested out the flexibility of my body. He had me touch my toes and then see-saw upwards so my hands reached for the ceiling over and over again, arms moving from floor to ceiling in time to the beat until the stretching and reaching made me dizzy and pant. The sound of my panting was a sound he very much enjoyed hearing, he said it reminded him of our ‘ extremely horny’ (his words) antics on Christmas day when all I could do was pant as I fucked my arse with my toy, stifling my moans because my brother was passed out on my sofa. I scolded my research partner for breaking out of character to which he quickly got back into character and made me give him 10 press ups followed in swift succession by 10 sit ups and 10 lunges. As I completed the lunges he asked if I was hot yet. Was I sweating? Was my pussy wet? I feigned shock at the last question, pleaded that as my fitness instructor that was an entirely inappropriate question and really none of his business. Quick off the mark my research partner asked that the state of my ‘downstairs’ could be his business if I wanted it to be and did I know that a sex session burns as many calories as a forty five minute run? He stated that he called it ‘shagercise’ and that was the type of workout that really did it for him. Since I had paid for his time ‘why not?’ he suggested ‘really get my money worth and try him out for a fuck?’

 

 

I played hard to get, declined my instructor’s first offer of sex and continue to work out, getting fit the hard way by running on the spot and them skipping with a rope. What I didn’t decline was his offer to take me to the sauna after the cardio work out, where we could relax and get hot together covered only in white towel, his towel wrapped around his waist barely concealing his huge and, as it would seem, hardening cock. We sat in the sauna together and, at first, we were not alone. We sat and got hot with sweat glistening off both our bodies until eventually we were there by ourselves. When we were alone we each stretched out on the wooden benches and this time I accepted my fitness instructor’s offer to get to know each other better. When he asked me to run my hands all over my silky sweaty hot body I did as he asked. I ran my hand along my neck and slowly with the moisture of my body guiding my hand’s path it found its way towards my pert firm tits. As I stroked and cupped my tits, feeling the hot sweat all over my fingertips I noticed now that my fitness instructor’s cock was hard and his hands were on it, gripping it firmly, rubbing it up and down. This sight fuelled my horniness and I watched him slowly wank. His eyes didn’t leave my body as my hand moved lower, finding its way through the slippery heat of my flesh to my aching burning pussy. I let the towel fall to the floor and spread my legs wide in the deserted sauna. I touched my swollen clit and let out a moan of pleasure and my fingers felt my pussy become wetter. Silky pussy juice ran along my fingers and I enjoyed the sensation of the sweet juice engulfing my cunt. As I played and he played our eyes locked together, I asked if he liked the view and the response was a resounding yes, did I like the view too? My answer was of course yes, it is incredibly horny not only listening to a man wank but also to watch, to learn how he liked to be touched. If he likes to be played with gently or if he is like me, if he likes to be fucked hard and roughly and talked dirty to.

 

 

As we intently watched each other play we decided the best thing we could do is move from the sauna and make our way to the Jacuzzi. We both parted, giggled, went to our respective changing rooms. He put on shorts and I put on my bikini, the Jacuzzi was deserted but there were still people swimming in the pool. We knew we would have to play together quietly or risk being caught. Climbing in together, I sat on his lap and I felt his huge cock against my tight wet pussy. His hands were around my waist but soon moved under the water to touch my cunt over my bikini bottoms. I felt the bubbles tingle against my pussy, fizzing against my clit. My hands found their way inside his shorts and I felt the full length of his beautiful gorgeous hard cock. Soon he swung my body around until I was facing his, legs wrapped around his waist, pussy pressed tightly against his shaft length, rubbing back and forth until my hands were pulling at the fabric of my bikini bottoms and at the material of his shorts guiding his hard luscious cock inside. Soon I was pounding my make believe fitness instructor hard in the warm water as I wrapped my legs around his muscular body in the midst of the fizz and pop of the frothy Jacuzzi bubbles. I banged him hard in this fantasy, really rode him wildly with a desperate need to come. Meanwhile back in reality I was at home in my bed, listening to my research partner’s deep eager groans down the end of a phone line. I was using my toy to fuck my pussy roughly, urging my pretend fitness instructor to really give me a good work out. My clit was on fire, sensitive to touch as my fingertips circled around the hard small swollen bean and wetness filled my pussy and its lips. I continued to slam my cunt fast and deeply until I was squirting sweet hot juice down the length of my toy, feeling my fingers warm with the stickiness of my juices. I was screaming as I came matched by the groans of my research partner. We came together and later laughed at the good timing. All in all it was the kind of work out that would encourage all boys and girls to work out down the gym more often.

 

 

p.s

Pictures will follow shortly

 

Eric Prydz–Call On Me

Strike A Pose

 

She arrived at the address of the studio, hands and arms trembling as she closed the taxi door. She turned to stare at the different buzzers on the front entrance of the building she had been instructed to arrive at... She took a deep breath and pressed number 4 as she had been told to. She hoped her nerves wouldn’t show when the photographer came and answered the door. She said a silent prayer that he would simply let her in with a smile and would pretend not see just how unsure she was. She had only been scouted days before, approached by a model agency. She took the card she was offered and the very next day she was in the offices of the agency, in a whirl of discussions, and stylists and staff taking test shot polaroid’s. Before she was able to catch her breath she was here, where she stood now, at the studio of a photographer, about to do her first modelling gig. Her nerves were mixed with excitement, her optimism churned relentlessly with trepidation. All these emotions, rational and irrational, whirled around in her stomach. They made her dizzy and feel cold sweat on her body as each second spun by headily and without her feeling fully in control. Questions filled her mind. Could she cut it as a model? Was this a whole new world she was stood in front of? Would it change her life?

 

 

The scared anxious young model need not have worried. My research partner played the role of the confident assured photographer perfectly. When he answered the door to the model, he beams a huge smile that served to wrap around her immediately, to keep her snug and warm in a thick all-encompassing blanket of reassurance. He put her at this complete ease with his twinkling kind eyes. Eyes that were accustomed to photographing beauty every day. He told her that he knew it was her first time, that they had all day to produce beautiful shots of a beautiful girl. That he would do nothing to rush her or do anything that she was uncomfortable with. His voice was soft and sweet like thick dark melting chocolate. She felt hypnotised, that she would believe anything he said to her, do anything he asked. She wanted the photographer to take charge of her, the more she heard his voice the harder and deeper she fell under what seemed like a spell. It wasn’t anything she wanted to fight. The more he talked the more she wanted to listen, to do as he instructed. To let him be her first guide in this new glamorous world.

 

 

He instructed her to change into the outfit he had picked for her. Tiny grey shorts that clung to her peachy arse and a transparent white flowing top barely covered her bare supple pert tits. The fabric lightly touched her pink hard nipples as she moved to pose for the camera. The boots he asked her to wear were long, grown up, boots that belonged on the legs of a much older, much more sexually confident, woman. When she put them on they were almost to her thighs with heels so high that as she stood in them she felt like a young leggy deer. They were grown up boots for a girl that was about to grow up. They were sexy and they made the young model feel sexy, like she was a different girl, older and more confident, use to being looked at and observed as a sexual creature.

 

 

She sat on the chair the photographer put in front of her and here she began to pose. She spread her legs and arched her back as the photographer took endless shots. She liked how she looked in those sexy boots. When the photographer smiled and asked her to lean across the chair, to lie back and slip her top off, to expose her small pert tits and pink hard nipples, to hold her transparent white top in hands as she lay back for the camera the model happily did as he requested. They smiled back at each other as the camera clicked, as she smiled down the lens. She continued to do as he asked, she undressed more and more. At his request she undid the buttons on her shorts, let her hands linger around her cunt as she toyed with the buttons.

 

 

By the time the model was slipping her shorts off to pose for the camera in only her black knickers and nearly thigh high boots both my research partner and I were eager to play. His hand, he told me, was wrapped around his cock, rubbing it slowly up and down as his balls filled and became heavy and tight. Heavier still as he listened to me play with my toy, pressing it hard against my swollen throbbing clit. I moaned loudly as my pussy became drenched with sweet sticky pussy juice, moaning louder still as my fingers, under his instructions, found his way inside my pussy. The young model wanted to please the photographer, do as she was told as she placed one finger inside her cunt and had another stroking her arse. This all made me hornier and wetter. It made me scream with desire, for my pussy to plead for attention. I was overwhelmed with the need to be fucked hard. To slam my toy deep inside my cunt. To be filled and satisfied. To fuck myself hard and to cum and then to cum and cum again. To hear my research partner reach orgasm over and over again, to hear him try and stay in character, to describe how he was no longer taking pictures of the model but instead approaching her.

 

 

Approaching her and then running his hands along her body, stroking her firm tight tits as she played with her pussy for both their sexual gratification. How he moved close to the young model and without a word placed his lips on her knickers and with his hand pulled them to one side so that he could use his tongue to taste her saccharine juice. He wanted to run his tongue over her hard clit and feel the wetness she squirted out upon his face as he slid a finger gently inside her tight begging cunt. As he licked, tasted and smiled she leaned forward and with her hands ran her finger around his belt and stroked his huge hard cock through his trousers. She made it twitch with her light gentle touch. She used her hands to slip open his belt and to undo his buttons until she could pull his cock free from his clothing confines. He had tasted her, had the silky wet feel of her cunt on his lips, she wanted to taste him, his pre cum, to know what his massive cock felt like on her lips and in her mouth. She took him deep inside her mouth, a long slow suck that made his desire greater. She didn’t want to rush; she wanted to savour the feel of his cock, to run her tongue up and down his massive length. Slowly at first, and then becoming faster and harder, sucking with the intensity he had taken so many photographs of her with until he came in her mouth, hard, balls emptying that had become so tight and full with sexual need. As he came in her mouth she came from his fingers skilfully playing with her clit and fingering her pussy roughly. The rougher he was the more she liked it and he knew from her screams just how much she liked it. That she was not such an innocent first time model now.

 

 

The more we acted out this role play the more intensely we were both flooded with sexual desire. We were both overwhelmed with the need to fuck over and over again. And that is how the night of this role play ended, two friends separated ,connected only by a phone line ,getting each other off, until they collapsed breathless into a sleepy calming satisfied sea of sexual bliss.

For Amy, this role play was a good suggestion. Lots of fun to act out and to write about. Thank you Amy and for all my other readers do keep the suggestions coming, this is all too much fun.

 

 

Do you like the boots?

 

Striking a pose !!

 

On my knees saying please !!

 

Come and get me !!