The Reporter - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Reporter - Part 1

... difference. She leant over and kissed him on the cheek, a fresh glow of hope on her young face. "Thanks, Flik." She got up, and made a play of giving him an unobstructed view of her pert behind, as she shimmied out of the booth. "By the way, if you're looking for a story, I'll send Hope over. She's new and sexy as hell. Maybe you could mix business with pleasure?" She winked at him. "Yeah, send her across, princess. And ask Angie to send me a couple of Vodka's, will ya?" *** He took a sip of the vodka and sat back deeply into the comfortable old leather and waited. Jess would have briefed her on how things worked. The blonde-haired beauty swung her shapely hips, as she approached him. He smiled inwardly; he liked something to get hold of. "Nice to meet you, Francis. I'm Hope." "Call me Flik." "I'll call you whatever you want this afternoon, darlin," she said as she sat down opposite him. As they sat and drank their drinks, Hope talked him through a scent of a story and he cheered up at that feeling that he always got when he was onto something good. They sat there drinking and talking through her tip off for the next couple of hours, until he felt nicely warm and relaxed about life. When at the end she leant across the table and took him by the hand, he left it there and let himself be guided up the stairs. He had the beginnings of a smile forming on his face. As they walked into the room, she flicked at her shoulder straps and let her light, skimpy dress flutter to her ...

... feet. She stood there wearing a matching, dark blue set of underwear, which contrasted her light complexion. "You do give a man hope." Humour never had been his strong point but she giggled easily and took a step towards him. She ran her hand playfully over his chest. "I do like getting fucked by a strong man." Flik felt his dick respond to the invitation. His eyes scanned her slim body and small tits hungrily. He wondered if she had gone for a landing strip or not; he preferred when they did. She bent over and touched her toes, her tight ass cheeks perfectly flexed for him. They were split by the thinnest sliver of material. She leant back to rub against his crotch and he felt himself stand to full attention. He pulled the gusset to one side impatiently and started to rub his fingers in a circular motion over her clit; she moaned out enthusiastically to his touch and reached up to clasp the bed rails. With his free hand he released his belt and let his jeans drop. Freeing his cock from the confines of his shorts, he started stroking it as he took in the view. "I'm going to fuck that skinny little arse of yours," he mumbled, as much to himself as to her. He slapped his, now slippery length, down across her behind, leaving a trail of his precum on impact. "Get yourself ready." She brought her hand up to her mound and started running her fingers over it in well practised movements, varying from rubbing her clit to finger fucking her twat. Flik stepped out of his clothes and, in one ...