Three Caught Short - Sex Stories

Three Caught Short

... negligee up to take a squint at her peachy bum. ‘Oi, you! I felt that,’ says our hostess, giggling again. ‘SO impatient!’ We get to the landing and she walks past the pink bathroom where we’d played last night and heads into the master bedroom, with us following behind. As well as a king-size bed, the room also has a small suite of soft furniture, small sofa, two easy chairs and a foot stool, all in pink to match the décor. ‘Do much entertaining in here, do you?’, asks Weasel, looking around and grinning at the sexy MILF. ‘None of your damn business!’ comes the reply. ‘Now gentlemen there are two rules for you to obey. Number one, I’m in charge and number two, I’m in charge! If I say stop, you stop whatever it is you’re doing and if I beg you not to stop whatever you’re doing, don’t stop!’ Weasel is enjoying himself I can tell. ‘How will we know what you’re saying if you’ve got a mouth full of cock?’ he asks, cheekily. The woman walks up to him and grabs his manhood through his jeans and gives it a squeeze. ‘No problem,’ she says, winking at me. ‘My mouth won’t be that full!’ But before she can let go of my mate, he’s grabbed her hand and held it firmly on his cock. ‘There might be a problem,’ he says, ‘when this gets up to full size!’ So saying he pushes her down to her knees and unzips his flies, pulling out his semi-flaccid, rapidly hardening member, nodding to me to do the same. Our hostess sighs as she is confronted by our two impressive erections, using both hands to ...

... grab each one and starting to give head to our shiny purple helmets. She’s bloody good and I’m starting to sweat a bit that I’ll cum before I’ve had my wicked way with her. She seems to sense this in both of us, as Weasel is also starting to show signs of distress. Getting to her feet she pulls the negligee over her head and stands naked in just her heels and a tiny black thong, legs apart and hands on hips. ‘You’ll find what you need in that cupboard,’ she says, pointing at a small piece of ornately carved light oak furniture next to the bed. I pull open the door and reach inside. There’s a blindfold, some lube, a butt plug, vibrator and a pair of handcuffs in there, all of which I toss on the bed before stripping off, Weasel having done so already, he’s so fucking horny. We’re both too fired up for finesse and I’m sorry to say our sexy fuck doll gets rogered up the ass quite roughly by Weasel, who did at least have the decency to smother his John Thomas in lube first before ripping off the thong and ramming it in. I, meanwhile, get stuck in to her hot mouth, which I fuck with equal enthusiasm, making her gag from time to time as my fat knob hits the back of her throat. She is fingering her own wet pussy and in no time at all we’ve each reached the point of no return, Weasel filling her ass with his hot jism just as I pull out of her mouth and splash her tits with my full load. As our big boys start to wilt, the gallons of water we’ve both drunk start to kick in and we follow ...