An Evening out in London - Sex Stories

An Evening out in London

... thing is better," he was saying as he pulled his zip down and his cock out.

I just bent forward and started stroking and sucking it. His hand went to my jacket, pulling the zip down, and he soon had my tits in his hands.

D was watching as I sucked and played with one of my favourite cocks. He soon had his cock out and I was alternating between them.

D put his hand up my skirt, pulling my thong to one side. His fingers slid in my cunt so easy, quickly followed by some of Barrys.

I spread my legs wide, moving forward to the edge of the chair.

"Fuck me guys, please."

D sat on the desk, as I stood up I took my jacket off, Barry pulled my skirt up and my thong down my legs. As I stepped out of them I just bent over taking D's cock back in my mouth.

Barry grabbed my hips and I had his cock fully inside my cunt.

"Fuck I need it, harder Barry really fuck me."

They did, D's cock tasted so fucking good, his pre-cum nice and sweet. I knew they wouldn't take long so I rubbed my clit as Barry started squeezing my tits.

"That's it, fuck I'm cummming."

So am I, I heard them both say. I felt D's balls as he filled my mouth with his spunk. I was swallowing like mad as Barry grunted and pushed his cock all the up inside me, lifting my feet off the ground as my cunt took his load of cum.

I did my duties and licked both cocks nice and clean.

I sat back, my legs open, cum dribbling out of my cunt. D gave me some tissues and I cleaned myself up.

"Don't ...

... be too long D," he said as he left.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"So sorry hun, but we are against a deadline. We have to finish the presentation for a client. It looks like a long night."

I thought bollocks, I'm all dressed up for some fun.

"What can I do then, I'm dressed like a tart for you?"

"I'll make it up to you, honestly."

He pulled his wallet out and gave me a load of cash, it felt like he was paying a whore, not his wife.

"I've got to go, enjoy yourself."

With that he left. You bastard, I thought as I put my clothes in order. Bugger him I'm still going around London. There was a nice pub we have used before, so I started walking, making sure my skirt covered my stocking tops.

The place was slowly filling up as I entered. At the bar I ordered a drink, a large one, and some food. Finding a table I sat down, noticing lots of eyes looking as I sat down.

Fuck them, I let my skirt ride up and unzipped my jacket enough to reveal whatever cleavage my bra gave me.

Every time I crossed my legs, heads turned. My food arrived and I tucked in. After I had finished and was thinking of leaving a guy suddenly appeared. I guess he was in his mid-thirties, nicely dressed and attractive.

"May I join you?" He smiled.

I know I shouldn't have but found myself saying, "please do."

"Hi, my names Mark."

"Hello Mark, I'm Anna."

We just chatted for a while, he bought me another drink. Then came a question I didn't expect.

"How much do you ...