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face. He held on, fucking her hard. His strokes grew shorter and more urgent.
‘Yes . . . it feels so good . . . I’m going to come . . .’ Sarah spoke in short strangled gasps.
Dan’s balls banged against Sarah on every thrust. He could feel her fingers between their bodies as she worked her clit. She rocked her hips, grinding her crotch against him. Her tits bounced.
Sarah’s moans began to rise in pitch and urgency. The sound seemed to fill the small room. Her body was rigid, her back arched. She let out a long single cry of alarm and relief. Dan felt her muscles gripping him as she came.
He held onto her slippery thighs and pounded her hard. His hips pumped. He looked down at Sarah as she came. Her mouth was open, her neck stretched back. She was beautiful and she was coming. He was making her come.
He gave one final deep thrust and exploded inside her. A hot wave of pleasure shot through him. He grunted through clenched teeth. He could feel his cock pumping out sperm inside her.
Sarah was thrashing and trembling as she continued to come. Her hand was clamped over her crotch. She was covered in sweat. Her chest heaved.
Dan’s body was shaking. His cock tingled. Wave after wave of pleasure and release crashed over him.
When it was over they climbed under the covers and lay in each other’s arms. The sweat had cooled on his body, chilling him. He pulled up the duvet.
‘That was great.’ Sarah’s voice sounded dreamy. ‘But you should have hurt my nipples more.’
Dan stroked her hair. ‘I don’t know. I give you two fantastic orgasms and you still want more. You’re insatiable.’
‘You say that like it’s a bad thing . . .’ She kissed his nipple.
Sarah quickly fell asleep. Her hair was spread out over Dan’s chest, tickling him, but he daren’t move. He bent his head and dipped his nose into the thick perfumed mass. He inhaled. He could feel her big breasts squashed against his side.
It had certainly been an exciting evening. He hadn’t seen so much bare skin in one room since he’d made the film about the nudists. But the two projects couldn’t have been more different. The naturists hadn’t struck him as sexy at all, in spite of the acres of naked flesh on display.
He wasn’t sure why but he’d found the corsets, leather and rubber a thousand times more sexy even though most of the partygoers had been respectably covered. If he was going to get aroused every time the cameras rolled he might have to take up Sarah’s suggestion of a pre-filming wank.
He smiled to himself. He felt fifteen again; plagued by unwanted erections he felt powerless to control and was convinced everyone could see. He hadn’t felt like that for years. But, as he thought about it, he realised that wasn’t true. He’d felt exactly like that sitting outside Jo Lennox’s office. Helplessly horny and certain she knew about it.
She was a fascinating woman. He wondered if it was true, as Jim had implied, that she was kinky. She certainly seemed dominant enough and she was undeniably sexy. But – other than wishful thinking – he had no reason to believe that she was even interested in him, let alone involved in anything perverse.
There was no reason why Jim shouldn’t know her. After all even kinky people sent their children to school. But Jim had said ‘ everyone knows her’ which seemed to hint at something more, something Dan couldn’t help finding intriguing and exciting.
He tried to picture her dressed in a corset, stockings and spike-heeled boots and, instantly, his spent cock began to stir. Dan gave it a lazy stroke. Sarah moved in her sleep, turning over so that her back was towards him. He curled up behind her. Her buttocks nestled into his lap and he closed his eyes.
Five
The taxi driver couldn’t stop looking at her. Every time they stopped at a traffic light Jo saw him watching her in the rear-view mirror. She was going to her best friend’s birthday party. Sam was a fetish
‘Yes . . . it feels so good . . . I’m going to come . . .’ Sarah spoke in short strangled gasps.
Dan’s balls banged against Sarah on every thrust. He could feel her fingers between their bodies as she worked her clit. She rocked her hips, grinding her crotch against him. Her tits bounced.
Sarah’s moans began to rise in pitch and urgency. The sound seemed to fill the small room. Her body was rigid, her back arched. She let out a long single cry of alarm and relief. Dan felt her muscles gripping him as she came.
He held onto her slippery thighs and pounded her hard. His hips pumped. He looked down at Sarah as she came. Her mouth was open, her neck stretched back. She was beautiful and she was coming. He was making her come.
He gave one final deep thrust and exploded inside her. A hot wave of pleasure shot through him. He grunted through clenched teeth. He could feel his cock pumping out sperm inside her.
Sarah was thrashing and trembling as she continued to come. Her hand was clamped over her crotch. She was covered in sweat. Her chest heaved.
Dan’s body was shaking. His cock tingled. Wave after wave of pleasure and release crashed over him.
When it was over they climbed under the covers and lay in each other’s arms. The sweat had cooled on his body, chilling him. He pulled up the duvet.
‘That was great.’ Sarah’s voice sounded dreamy. ‘But you should have hurt my nipples more.’
Dan stroked her hair. ‘I don’t know. I give you two fantastic orgasms and you still want more. You’re insatiable.’
‘You say that like it’s a bad thing . . .’ She kissed his nipple.
Sarah quickly fell asleep. Her hair was spread out over Dan’s chest, tickling him, but he daren’t move. He bent his head and dipped his nose into the thick perfumed mass. He inhaled. He could feel her big breasts squashed against his side.
It had certainly been an exciting evening. He hadn’t seen so much bare skin in one room since he’d made the film about the nudists. But the two projects couldn’t have been more different. The naturists hadn’t struck him as sexy at all, in spite of the acres of naked flesh on display.
He wasn’t sure why but he’d found the corsets, leather and rubber a thousand times more sexy even though most of the partygoers had been respectably covered. If he was going to get aroused every time the cameras rolled he might have to take up Sarah’s suggestion of a pre-filming wank.
He smiled to himself. He felt fifteen again; plagued by unwanted erections he felt powerless to control and was convinced everyone could see. He hadn’t felt like that for years. But, as he thought about it, he realised that wasn’t true. He’d felt exactly like that sitting outside Jo Lennox’s office. Helplessly horny and certain she knew about it.
She was a fascinating woman. He wondered if it was true, as Jim had implied, that she was kinky. She certainly seemed dominant enough and she was undeniably sexy. But – other than wishful thinking – he had no reason to believe that she was even interested in him, let alone involved in anything perverse.
There was no reason why Jim shouldn’t know her. After all even kinky people sent their children to school. But Jim had said ‘ everyone knows her’ which seemed to hint at something more, something Dan couldn’t help finding intriguing and exciting.
He tried to picture her dressed in a corset, stockings and spike-heeled boots and, instantly, his spent cock began to stir. Dan gave it a lazy stroke. Sarah moved in her sleep, turning over so that her back was towards him. He curled up behind her. Her buttocks nestled into his lap and he closed his eyes.
Five
The taxi driver couldn’t stop looking at her. Every time they stopped at a traffic light Jo saw him watching her in the rear-view mirror. She was going to her best friend’s birthday party. Sam was a fetish
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