The Amorous Agatha Christie 04 - Sex Stories

The Amorous Agatha Christie 04

... yelled out and his prick spurted onto her heaving mammaries. His stream made a white line of cum on her chest that ran down her sternum in tiny droplets. He made four quick spurts before his hose began to shrink. He reeled back as he stopped coming and Agatha seemed deep in thought as she contemplated her spattered body. Nowhere close to ten ccs.

"Oh well. There's the rub. Thanks, Excellency. Miles. Would you be a dear and fetch my nightgown for me?"

"Is that it? Such a cold exit?"

"Do you desire to love? To exchange sweet nothings? Good night and thank you."

As she covered her nudity with her ruined night attire, Agatha vanished from his life.

x

Meanwhile, Lady Derwent was outside compartment eleven where Masterman and his girl were berthed. She was just trying to figure out how to approach the matter of her when the door opened and a female hand pulled her inside.

"Are you mad!" cried the black-haired Mary Debenham. "Standing in the corridor in your pajamas. There are amorous foreigners onboard who would not hesitate in ravishing an English lady."

"Oh. I'm a little lost and I don't seem to remember the number of my berth. I'm Lady Derwent, but call me Frankie."

Slightly taken aback, Frankie stood before Mary who wore just a chemise that was decent by about an inch. She looked the epitome of Louise Brooks with her straight fringe hanging just above her half-lidded eyes. She had razor cheekbones and her mouth had a challenging lilt. She glanced at ...

... the disaffected Edward Masterman who was smoking a cigarette and unashamedly leering at the slim beauty that was Her Ladyship.

"I do apologise. I'll be on my way."

With no intention of doing the obvious, Frankie put her weight on her left foot and parted her slender legs in a sensual confession.

"Stay awhile. No need to feel embarrassed," said Mary as she tugged her chemise off over her head. "After all. We're all English."

Unable to speak, Frankie watched the sultry vixen tug Edwards's pajama bottoms off as he lifted up off the bed. His delicious cock sprang out and up for all to see. His erection was uncircumcised and resembled a white column of marble. Mary jerked him slowly in her and then stuck out her tongue, expertly peeling back his foreskin and then inhaling his knob into her mouth.

"Oh, that's wonderful, doll."

Despite her claim to be a free and easy Flapper, Frankie had never actually seen fellatio up close and personal before. And to watch the wanton young man's stiff dick twitch between her crimson lips was a pleasure to behold. Shivers rippled down her spine and desire flooded her body. Mary sucked in air through her flared nostrils as she let her spit form bubbles on his bell end.

"Oh. Please forgive us. Care to partake?"

Frankie found her back against the door as Mary took cock from her mouth the motioned for her to join in.

"I?"

"We're very serious about Bohemianism. Even in the beginning, Mary and I admitted to each other that we ...