The Loft, Part One - Sex Stories

The Loft, Part One

... Twelve months since she had felt lips on hers, a tongue in her mouth, or a hard dick inside her. There had hardly been a week gone by when she did not think about sex. She still had feelings for her husband, but she missed the physical side so much. She didn't want a relationship, just a one-night stand.

"You look ravishing."

"Thank you."

"What a lovely room," Peter said, flashing her his captivating smile. "You seem a little nervous, Anjali.""Yes I am a bit, I have never done this before.""Just relax, We're very experienced."

"How do you want to do this?""What do you mean?""Well, different ladies have different preferences.""I don't understand.""Well some like to be seduced, others like to take the lead, some want to be treated with a certain roughness and like to be dominated.""Gosh, I don't know."

For the first time, Anjali realised that this was going to happen and that she was conversing with two strangers who were about to shag her at the same time.

"We'll treat her like the lady she is."

Paul did not wait on ceremony and kissed her hard on the mouth. As he rubbed himself against her she could feel his erect cock straining against his trousers. There was an urgency about him and she felt the same. Peter moved in close and his engorged cock pressed up against the left leg of her pants. They were obviously on Viagra despite her choosing such a racy saree. All three huddled up and kissed and caressed in their rising passion. Anjali sighed breathlessly ...

... at the heavenly feel of two rugged young men hugging her quivering body.

"This is nice."

Paul's hands wandered all over the front of her scarlet blouse. He cupped her bare left breast under the soft silk and felt the fullness of her hefty tit. Behind her, Peter unbuttoned her top and slipped it from her heaving shoulders. Her head snapped back as Paul licked her boobs as he held them in his hands. Sandwiched between the pair of rented lovers, Anjali purred as their hard erections bumped her hot body. She let out a moan as Peter pressed the palm of his hand against her loins. She humped his hand and her pussy moistened in her pants. Paul next removed her bottoms, leaving the lusty Indian woman in her panties and high-heeled sandals. Peter caressed her plump backside as Paul reached inside her knickers in order to stroke her puffy labia."You're nice and wet," said Paul as his deft fingers made long upward strokes of her gash."Oh, yes. I'm so ready for it.""You have an awesome body."

"You're too kind."

Paul surprised her when he brought his middle digit up to her mouth so she could taste her own wetness. She licked his fingers eagerly and sucked on his finger with audible noises. Now Peter frigged her snatch as he nibbled on her left earlobe. Both men frog-marched the dizzy woman to the bedroom. Beverley had splashed out on an outstanding king-size bed made of walnut burl wood combined with white lacquer, sycamore marquetry inlays hand-carved wood columns, and casted ...