The Amorous Agatha Christie 04 - Sex Stories

The Amorous Agatha Christie 04

... came up from the bed as he swiped her sopping slit from anus to clitoris.

"Lick me faster. Don't be a tease. Oh, there you go!"

Frankie came hard when he finished her off with a hard press of his thumb on her clit and her breath escaped her lungs with furious veracity. He must have gazed upon her as she attempted to gather her wits, and when she opened her eyes he climbed on top of her and let his weight settle with his hard cock between her parted thighs. He tested her with a couple of gentle pushes at her entrance before daring to let his tip enter her. The horny aristocrat grabbed his bum and pulled him down, urging him to penetrate her wet cunt.

"Oh!"

He groaned as his cock buried itself inside her and his left hand grasped her right boob and fingered the nipple as he began to subject her to a series of hard, grinding motions that saw him slide in and out of her at speed. Once settled she lifted her legs right up and placed them on his broad shoulders so that the backs of her thighs pressed on his chest.

"Fuck me!" she urged and sighed as his hips butted her rump as he sent his cock back and forth. "Stick it in me all the way."

They stared into each other's eyes as he fucked her with short, fast strokes that saw his balls slap audibly against her bottom with wanton lewdness. He lowered his face and coaxed her mouth open with his tongue which tasted of her sex. His tongue snaked over her lower lip and the heated kiss fired the man even more so that he ...

... fucked her into the mattress with frenzied drives of his pelvis. Sweat trickled down his brow and she wiped it away for him.

"Marvelous!" she purred as her hands traveled over his back. "You're so bad!"

Apart from the insistent chug of the train, the only sound they heard was their heavy breathing.

"Cum for me, Hector. Cum on my tits."

He pounded into her and the heat invaded both of their bodies as he ground his groin against hers. Her heels tapped on his buttocks as she attempted to draw him in even deeper. He hammered her with long and hard thrusts and she knew he was close to the edge as he pulled out and furiously wanked his dripping cock in his fist. He straddled her body so that his bum was on the top of her thighs. His face contorted with effort as he finally exhaled and came on her heaving tits and neck with quite creamy but sporadic spurts. His fist was a blur as he coaxed every last drop from his pulsating knob until he was spent. He was a good fuck but was not their man.

"Good heavens! Is that the time? I must dash."

Her Ladyship made her excuses and pulled on her pajama bottoms and jacket. She left him alone post haste. Maybe dear Agatha was having better luck with the Count.

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The sleepy Count Andrenyi answered his door as he responded to the insistent knocking. He did a double take as he was confronted by the wide-eyed Agatha Christie. Her pajama negligee was open to reveal her floor-length nightgown as she lifted her left foot up so that ...