Horseplay 4 - Sex Stories

Horseplay 4

... fuelled by hers. ‘Oh Christ, that’s good. Magic, that little tongue of yours is. How the fuck Debs held back I simply don’t know. I loved watching you doing her. I think that’s why I came so quickly. You all reluctant but going at her for me. Your little tongue, oh god, your little tongue in her. Fuck it was good. And you did it for me. Fuuuuuuuuuck.’ And that was that. She smeared me, writhing across my face and spreading her wet across me, her fingers never releasing my hair. She often takes a while to come down and it is during that lovely period that I enjoy licking her clean. She pushed me gently away. ‘What time is supper, darling? Vick’s as hungry as hell now.’ I pulled up her trousers and panties and made sure she was comfortable, patting her pussy affectionately. Supper was ready and I pulled a seat out for her. I had to straighten the cutlery. Our vigorous lovemaking had disturbed it and one thing she insisted upon was a well laid table. ‘Everything should be well laid,’ she had said. ‘Tables and women.’ I served supper which she enjoyed. As I removed her plate she slid her hand up my skirt. ‘You’re a bloody gem, darling, that’s what you are. I might just keep you.’ ‘Unhand me, Mistress. I have work to do.’ She slapped my arse playfully. ‘Get to it, then darling. Vicks is going to have a scotch. Come and join me when you’re done.’ I filled the dishwasher and washed everything that wasn’t to go in there. Her voice came from the sitting room. ‘Get your clothes ...

... off before you come through. I want to look at you.’ Placing my discarded dress and knickers over the back of a chair I walked through to the sitting room. ‘I poured one for you.’ That was highly unusual. She had put it on a small table beside a chair facing her which indicated that I had to sit there. ‘Keep them open, darling.’ And so, legs apart and relaxing into the soft chair, I faced her. She was still dressed of course. She loved to be dressed when I was naked. Vicky loathes the television and rarely switches it on. Soft music was playing in the background. I sat and sipped my whisky. It’s not my favourite drink but if she wanted me to drink it, well, I drank it. ‘I’m thinking of having a costume night.’ That came from out of the blue. ‘Haven’t had one for years.’ We’d never had one in the time I had been with her. ‘How does that work?’ ‘Well, it’s not like a fancy dress do. Can’t stand them. A load of adults in crap costumes and puking in the garden gets right up one’s aristocratic nose. What I like is a period theme, Victorian for example. There’s a shop in town that rents out stuff. Think I might get a few of the chums together for a meal and float the idea. What do you think?’ ‘Sounds like fun. Bearing in mind where we live, Georgian might be good?’ The city we lived near was Georgian predominantly with a bit of ancient Rome thrown amidst the bricks and converted gas lamps. Jane Austen lived there but didn’t seem to have spoiled it (I am not a lover of her work!). ...