The Amorous Agatha Christie 04 - Sex Stories

The Amorous Agatha Christie 04

... explain, Madam!"

"I very much doubt that," quipped Agatha Christie as he stood quaking in his boots with his pants at his ankles and his massive erection poking up and draped with silk undies.

He blustered and stammered as he looked at both semi-nude women. On closer scrutiny, the troubled Frenchman had thick black hair and black brows that fanned inward. Clean-shaven he looked to be in his early twenties as he stared at his boots in shame.

"Well now. I am Agatha Christie, and this is Lady Frances Derwent. What have you to say for yourself."

He pulled his pants up and his shoulders bowed.

"I am Pierre Michel, Madam. And am deeply ashamed. I 'ave no girlfriend nor do the ladies come knocking on my door. Since puberty, I 'ave masturbated every night. I 'ave an insatiable need to ejaculate. My balls 'ang heavy in my frustration. I would dearly love to have sex but I am too shy to flirt. Now I 'ave this job I can at least rifle through the ladies' garments for cheap thrills. I am unable to stop. Please 'elp me, I beg you."

"Poor lamb. All he needs is a good fuck."

Agatha looked at Frankie and both knew what to do next. As Pierre lifted his head he saw both females strip down to nothing. "Like what you see?"

He glanced from one to the other awestruck. Lady Derwent was certainly a looker with a svelte body, long legs, and a trim waist. Her perfect breasts were pretty handfuls of ripe flesh. Agatha stood proud, her figure being all boyish hips and firm ...

... buttocks.

"And now you."

Still dazed at being caught, Pierre removed his shirt, looking at each in turn, a little unsure of the proceedings. His chest was smooth and his body was lean. Both Agatha and Frankie gasped as he let his pants drop around his ankles. His dick was fully erect and the bulbous head nearly touched his navel!

"What a cock! These Frenchwomen are missing out big time. Pierre, you have naught to worry about. You are adorable."

"Merci, Madam."

The famed crime writer did not waste any time as she got onto her haunches and licked up his full length, now an impressive nine inches all told. Pierre moaned softly as he looked down on the red-headed Englishwoman who gave his dick a long, slow lick from base to top.

"I say, Frankie. what a splendid cock, you simply must try it."

Frankie parted her wetted lips and let her darting tongue tease the swollen tip with Agatha's hands cupping his heavy balls, which she surmised were quite full. Her Ladyship ran her pointed tongue just under the crown and then drew a line vertically on the underside of his rigid pole before returning the same way back up, leaving a trail of saliva. Pierre panted as she sucked in the cock head sharply and her head tilted as she drew him into her mouth.

"Isn't she a darling?" Agatha said proudly as she watched her friend move back and forth on his shiny prick.

Agatha took her turn again and hummed on his hard shaft, feeling every ripple of his skin as he slipped in and out ...