The Loft, Part Two - Sex Stories

The Loft, Part Two

... up again. Her toes curled down into the sheet and her head swam as her orgasm built with that insatiable urge to erupt, like an electrical charge rushing to her loins."Almost there."On and on she pumped her pussy and she revelled in the divine bumps and ridges along the thick shaft rubbing on her inner walls. As she became slicker and slicker, the dildo was deliciously stuffed inside her and she kept fucking herself as she exploded in an intense climax. She slowly removed the dildo, squeezing it with her pussy muscles as she reluctantly let it slip out, and then she closed her thighs to savour the final waves of her orgasm. She had never cheated on Miguel. Never pondered any option other than remaining faithful. But Beverley had surely tested her loyalty. She fell asleep dreaming of her turn to live out her fantasy in the loft.

x

It was a typical muggy evening in London and the interminable strikes by the Railway Union meant there was no train service again. Eliza took a black taxi ride to Soho and quickly made her way to the loft. Standing at the entrance to the building, it was impossible not to feel a thrill as she imagined what might occur during the next few hours. She had tried on a dozen dresses during the week and had decided on a strapless sheath with a V-neck and a high hem. The sexy Latina looked stunning and the dress hugged her perky tits and juicy little bottom.

The hot Mexican babe had that Latina blood in her, keeping her spicy and ready to fight if ...

... she didn’t get her way. Having heard of Anjali's night of infidelity with two virile studs, it was only natural that Eliza would go the whole hog and ask Beverley for FOUR stunt cocks for her entertainment. Sipping at her second glass of Pinot Grigio in under half an hour and chain-smoking her Rothmans, Eliza paced around the loft as she awaited her paid guests.

"We're here."

The foursome entered through the front door that had been left on the latch. Eliza sat up as they swanned in. All four fit the agency's description and the e-mailed photos perfectly.

"Hi, guys. Help yourself to wine."

"Cheers."

As they poured drinks, the lust-filled babe looked them up and down. Alan was around six four, muscular but lean, and with a taut bum. He was smartly dressed in a black suit and an open-necked white shirt. Alex looked not only to be precisely what she had ordered but also to be almost perfect. Ruggedly handsome with clear blue eyes, a square jaw, chin, and the most lustrous slicked-back hair."Nice loft. Not bad at all."

Chris was another tall buck who stood at six feet two. At six feet, Dave had a heavier build. Looking already like her favourite, he was ripped to perfection, with a friendly face, blonde hair, and playful blue eyes. He filled out his jacket and trousers as if tailor-made to show off his masculinity.

"Welcome, boys."

They occupied the well-upholstered seats and made small talk as they got merry.

"How long have you all been doing this?" she ...