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Caught Short Again

... door, allowing anyone inside to check out who was on the front step. I obviously passed that test as I heard a bolt sliding back and then the door opened to reveal my own personal treasure trove. Bingo! I’d hit the jackpot! She was dressed exactly as she had described on the phone thirty minutes earlier, and was grinning from ear-to-ear as she stepped aside to let me in. ‘You took your time, Sherlock,’ she said. ‘I’d almost given up on you. I was about to ring an escort agency to see if they had any spare cock tonight!’ ‘Everything comes to she who waits,’ I said. ‘Now, shall I drink this lot straight from the bottles, or would you prefer me to use a glass?’ She giggled and led the way through to the kitchen – a bright, modern room, with an array of work tops, the usual appliances, and a large central island, with breakfast bar stools at each end. Taking the heavy bags from me she put them to one side before taking a couple of large glass tumblers out of one of the cupboards and pouring water into each of them, handing me one and raising hers in a toast. ‘Cheers!’ she said. ‘Bottoms up!’ ‘I sincerely hope so,’ I leered back at her. ‘So, why are you drinking this stuff too?’ ‘You’ll find out later,’ she replied, winking at me and putting down her glass. ‘Now, why don’t you make yourself more comfortable? I can see from that bulge in your jeans that you’re pleased to see me!’ Moving closer, she rubbed her hand up and down my crotch before unzipping my fly and pulling out my ...

... stiffening cock. Dropping to her knees, she pulled back my foreskin and enclosed the shiny head in her hot mouth, her tongue flicking in and out of the snake’s eye and making my balls tingle. I held her head and began to thrust slowly in and out of her open lips, moaning softly as she squeezed my shaft and cupped my tight scrotum. Pulling back, she untied the black ribbon holding the negligee together and shrugged it off her bare shoulders on to the floor. I reached down and unhooked her bra, freeing her fabulous tits, which she rubbed and squeezed together, her stiff nipples pointing right at me. I quickly kicked off my jeans and boxers, my rock hard cock pointing right back at her. She soon had her lips wrapped around it once more. I continued to fuck her mouth, while she licked around my helmet and stroked my shaft, until I could feel my cum fountain about to erupt. Again she broke free, but this time I couldn’t hold back, hot jets of jism hitting her face and uplifted tits as she used her hands to point them at me, catching every drop of my steaming semen. ‘You’d been saving that one up,’ she said, chuckling as my man juice dripped off her chin to join the large pool gathered in her cleavage. ‘My turn,’ she added, getting to her feet, slipping off the thong, hold-ups, and shoes, before climbing up onto the central island. ‘Clean me up, and then I want your tongue in my pussy. She’s just begging to be whipped into a frenzy!’ I’ve never been fond of the taste of my own cum, ...