Three Caught Short - Sex Stories

Three Caught Short

... pee play. It’s very popular and if you’ve done the prep properly it can be as hot as fuck!’ I glance at my watch. Still two hours to go 'til my sexy new friend is expecting us. I have an idea. ‘Fancy showing us how it’s done then, Bev?’ I ask, grinning at Weasel. The barmaid’s face is a picture. She’s obviously torn between attending to her duties in the bar and wanting to join in the fun with me and my mate. She checks her watch. ‘What time you got to be at your party?’ she asks. ‘Nine, but we’re grabbing a cab, so we’ll be leaving here at half eight,’ I inform her. ‘Meet me round the back at half seven,’ she says, grabbing one of the pints of water and drinking it straight down. Half an hour later, me and Weasel venture out of the back door, hardly believing she’ll be there. ‘Pssst!’ A loud whisper comes from behind a stack of empty barrels in the yard. ‘Over here, quick! I haven’t got all night!’ As we round the barricade we see Bev wearing a tight-fitting crop top and hardly-there mini skirt, clutching a large iron key. ‘Come on, you two piss heads. I’m on my break and the boss has given me the key to his flat above the old coach barn. I’ve got to screw him after hours in return, of course,’ she adds, winking lecherously at us. She leads the way across to the barn, which was where the horses that pulled the mail coaches in days gone by used to spend the night. A huge oak door with heavy black cast iron hinges is at one end and the key Bev is clutching fits the lock. ...

... Behind it are some dusty wooden stairs, leading up to the landlord’s flat. He doesn’t actually live in it, but uses it as a knocking shop for any bit of skirt he fancies who is silly enough to walk in to his bar, before returning to his luxury pad on the outskirts of town, where his wife and kids live. At the top of the stairs, a large living space consists of a rose-tinted magnolia painted lounge area, with a big four poster bed beyond it and small kitchen area, from where a door leads through to the big, black-tiled bathroom. Bev wiggles her way across to the bed, with me and Weasel following her, my mate trying to pinch her ass as we catch up with her. Bev swings around, wagging her finger and scolding him: ‘Oi, you! Get off me bum!’ She’s giggling as she says it and quickly launches herself at Weasel, flinging her arms around his neck and giving him a deep slobbery snog. Her skimpy clothing proves no match for two horny blokes and within seconds she’s stark naked and telling us: ‘Get your kit off then. Let’s see what you’re packing in those tight pants!’ As Bev climbs up on the bed she adds: ‘There’s a couple of promising looking bulges there anyhow!’ She’s sitting on the edge of the mattress, her legs open, but her pussy hidden by a thick triangular thatch of wiry black pubes. Not a natural blonde then! As she rubs her 38GG tits and we hastily strip off, I can see her nipples are already nice and hard and there’s a trickle of cunt juice leaking from her swollen lips. That’s ...