The Loft, Part Five - Sex Stories

The Loft, Part Five

Take one look at Beverley Dawson. That summer blonde hair, those wide smoky eyes, those apple blossom cheeks, and that cheeky smile. Then peek at her magnificent all-natural tits and voluptuous figure and one word comes to mind. Awesome! The thirty-year-old is one hot little sex minx who doesn’t have a curve on her body not worthy of a wank. Her rump is like the perfect round mound of some delicate dessert, and her big boobs look wonderful from every angle. Side and under boob, and especially squished against the chest of a virile young buck in her bed. The insatiable vixen wanted nothing more than to get regularly impaled on a stiff dick.

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The buxom blonde had known for years that she had a rather high sex drive. Dear Ronald, her senior by twenty years, had no chance of keeping up with her in affairs in the bedroom. They had married when she was just nineteen and still green in the affairs of the bedroom. He had been married before and since divorced. He was a wonderful tutor in all aspects of sex and she had learned well. After eleven years of wedded bliss, she had indulged in the occasional encounter with other men but had found the sex mundane and boring. Clandestine or surreptitious sex has always been a source of intrigue. It is termed the risk factor as some derive pleasure in knowing they are having extramarital sexual relations.

She really desired something a bit more exciting and daring. Nothing kinky or deviant, she just harboured the notion of being ...

... screwed by a succession of different men at the same time. The more she dreamed of an orgy of men fucking her brains out, the more she shocked herself. But the thought of several lips and mouths licking her naked body was an extreme turn-on. The longer she fantasised about it, the more she wanted to experience it for real. So when her uncle left her the necessary funds, she came up with the idea of the loft. She had found the ideal place in West London and had taken out a five-year lease on the loft. Then, she found the most elite escort agencies in the City.

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The loft, or the Danish Room, had an ever-changing décor, something she had decided way back when she had the idea of using the place for fun and games of an adult nature. On this occasion, and at no expense, she had gone with deep, jewel-toned greens which she thought projected luxury, glamour, and of course, decadence. A softer shade of green in the bedroom had a nice calming and relaxing feel.

When the evening finally came, Beverley wasn't nervous but thrilled. She had chosen six of the blackest male escorts at the agency she had been using for the past few months. She had dressed carefully for the occasion wearing a tight black dress which showed off her large boobs and small waist to good effect. Should she wear any underwear or not? She chose not to and reached under her short dress and dragged her black panties off. She smiled to herself at the way the soft cotton clung to every luscious curve of her body, ...