Episode 39: Doggers - Sex Stories

Episode 39: Doggers

... teeth into that niece of yours, and I'm sure Paul can discuss business over a glass of wine. You can stay for the weekend if you like" "Sorry luv, it will have to be tomorrow, Steff is up in London doing a personal fitting for someone famous. She's showing her latest designs at a very private club, she's certain to get an invite to stay the night. She never needs book a hotel room, just packs a toothbrush and a change of deodorant – she doesn't bother with underwear – it never stays on long enough".Later the following Morning "Will someone answer that fuckin' phone!" Laura opened one eye: "Where am I?" She looked down at her naked body, her breasts gleaming in the noonday sun streaming through the chalet window. Both hands automatically moved to cover her nakedness from the young man and young woman lying beside her: "Who are you two? Where am I? Where are my clothes?" "Calm down, luv, nobody has rap*d you. I'm Paul and this is my, uh, wife Paula. You remember. You came over yesterday to sell us broadband, and we had a bit to drink, so you stayed the night". Laura: "Oh my head; what on earth were we drinking? Oh wait a minute, I remember" she said, brushing Paula's hand away from her left breast. "I loved that Mead Fizz, and then we ran out of lemonade, so we had to drink it neat, because he was too p*ssed to get another bottle. I think Mead tastes like pure sex; not surprising it's called the Honeymoon Drink, especially when you dribbled it over your cunt and f0rced me ...

... to lick it up". The phone rang again. "Oh fuck, where is it?" Paul dragged Laura's phone from the pile of discarded clothing and answered the incoming video call: "Hi babe, you're through to the best orgy in town. How can I help?" He waived the phone over his now-rampant cock, his s1ster's cunt and then up to Laura's face and breasts. "Laura" cried Steff over the phone "what are you doing? Who are those people? And why are you butt-naked"? Laura took the phone from Paul and tried to calm her niece down: "It's OK babe, they're potential new broadband clients, just getting to know them better in the chalet. They adore your cuntal butterfly design. I think Paula's still wearing mine, bitch. Anyway how's your day, or should I say night, been? Tell all. We want all the juicy facts". Steff: "Can't talk for long; the trains about to pull out, and the nice lady opposite keeps giving me the evil-eye. Anyway the club was fabulous – it's called Esc0rts – spelt 'E', 's', 'c', 'zero', 'r', 't', 's', so that it doesn't get messed up in xhamster. It was 'Ladies Night' – stuffed full of gorgeous women, deeply tanned, nearly naked, and gyrating around the dance floor or propped up against the bar. There was a bunch of male strippers – really hot – the women turned into real sluts. The owner – a huge black man called Kurt – showed me around – a perfect gentleman – got down on his knees to eat me out – wow what a tongue! He ordered red butterflies for all the pole-dancers, and blue for the ...