Santa’s Sexy Little Helper

Christmas may come but once a year but I and my research partner came many more times than that when we enacted our festive role play. The scenario was this; he played a frazzled, tired and frustrated Santa Claus, exhausted organising and wrapping presents for all the children, big and small around the world. I, on the other hand, played Miss Santa Claus, his eager, happy and hopefully sexy little helper whose job it was to look after Santa and to put a smile back on his face.

Dressed in my red transparent Miss Santa outfit compete with knee high patent leather boots the phone rang. It was my research partner calling as he always does of late, in the middle of the night. I had waited up for him, aware that it wouldn’t be difficult for him to play a stressed out Santa as his job is hectic and complicated at the moment. His voice sounded tired down the phone line as he got into character and bemoaned the stresses of being Mr Claus, as he said he just had far too much to do, too little time to do it all in and could I please help him to unwind. As Santa’s sexy little helper I began to help him do just that, asking him to slip off his clothes, switch the TV channel to Babe station, light some candles and lie naked on his bed. As he lay bare in his softly lit bedroom, warm from his heater I requested that he take some massage oil and rub it into his thighs, to press his fingers deep into his flesh and begin to ease the tensions in his tight aching muscles. As he rubbed away I encouraged him to focus only on massaging his thighs and the sound of my voice, forgetting everything else, passing the time chatting away, giggling and deciding which Babestation girls we liked best. By this point he was beginning to sound better already.

As the discomfort eased in my research partner’s thighs and his muscles relaxed I instructed ‘Santa’ to carry on massaging his body with sweet smelling oil. I asked him to run his fingertips to his balls, cupping and massaging them and as he did so he informed me playfully that they were full and heavy. He went on to state that he needed a really long phone sex session, ‘ a real session’ as he put it to satisfy his physical needs. Being Santa sexy little helper I said I would do my very best to help, I giggled as I spoke these words, my own aching wet bare pussy testament to my own needs and desire for good long hard phone fuck. As my pussy got wetter and wetter with my own sweet cunt juice I took my own pot of massage oil, a blend of Jasmine and Patchouli and poured some on my fingertips which I then placed on my hot swollen clit. I rubbed it side to side with the oil and ‘Santa’ did the same with his balls, massaging away as his cock grew hard and eager for play, his hard huge cock now showing off his new silver piercing.

As I played with my swollen sensitive clit I instructed ‘Santa’ to move his hands lower to his arse, to massage his oil into his cheeks, to really squeeze and press down at his flesh. As he moaned I encouraged him to take his new toy, a rabbit just like mine that he got because he had heard with his own ears just how much I have enjoyed this toy, and place it against his arse and let the ears of this toy vibrate against his arse. When he did this he groaned, a deep guttural moan that seemed to come from the very pit of his stomach, a sound that turned me on so much when I heard it down the phone line that I squirted instantly and felt sweet sticky cunt juice run down the length of my fingertips. I began to groan myself, hard and deep, when I next took my rabbit and placed its vibrating ears against my clit. The speed and intensity of the ears vibrating against my hard clit tipping me closer still to orgasm.

With both of us highly turned on soon I was asking ‘Santa’ to imagine what it would be like to have Miss Santa Claus’s mouth wrapped around his cock. To pretend that her long hair was tickling his stomach as she first licked and sucked on his balls, then licked his hard cock up and down until eventually took his whole cock deep inside her mouth and sucked long and hard. As he imagined this he wanted me to play a game of pretend too, to think about having ‘Santa’s’ fingers running up and down my body, finger tips on my pert tits and then down to my stomach soon making their way lower still until they tickled my thighs, finding their path to my red knickers and touching my clit through the material, fingertips getting wet with the mix of sweet cunt juice and sweet oil. These fantasies along with the steadfast rhythm of my toy continued to make me moan hard, I was desperate to slam my toy deep inside my pussy, to push it inside and feel my cunt filled and scream as I pushed it back and forth. As much as I wanted to do this ‘Santa’ insisted that I wait for that particular present, to play with my hot burning clit some more so when I did eventually cum it was loud and powerful. Loud being the key word in that sentence because it is how loud I am that really gets my research partner off. The louder I am the more he calls me a ‘filthy bitch’ and he loves me being that way. I, for one, also like how loud he is, he really loves what we get up to and he shows it which adds to how turned on I get.

I was a good girl and did as ‘Santa’ asked, taking my rabbit and placing it against my clit a while longer until I could no longer stand it and pleaded to be allowed to push it inside my cunt. After some time ‘Santa’ relented and let me fuck myself hard with my toy deep inside my tight dripping pussy. It was exquisite, all the better for being made to wait. With one hand I slammed the toy deep inside me and with the other hand I rubbed my hard swollen clit. I was screaming with pleasure, moaning hard and loud as I fucked myself forcefully, intent on cuming hard, encouraged by my research partner’s cries of pleasure that I heard down the phone line. I’ve been a good girl I told ‘Santa’ and ‘Santa’ agreed, asking if I liked my present. I screamed as I came and told my research partner I couldn’t think of a better present. ‘Santa’ said he could, that and even better present would be the pair of us coming many times over. So that’s what we did, fucked until the darkness of the night broke and I could see glimmers of light from my bedroom window. Merry Christmas everyone, I hope you are having a festive period that is as naughty and nice as the one I am having.

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.

 

 

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