Saturdays Fuck Fest

Those who followed my tweets on Saturday afternoon will know I sent texts out to my fuck buddies to see if I could get some quick antidote to my sexual needs poison. Only one positive reply, John, 40ish broker from Surrey. We've known each other a while since my early days working in the City. He's married and was in town with wifey doing some shopping. He got my text and made an excuse as my flat was only ten minutes away from where he was. Both him and his wife are unfaithful but they don't get caught in the act, a divorce would be very costly for the guilty party.


He could only escape for an hour so I knew I couldn't wait for small talk. I undressed completely and put on some stockings and a suspender belt. Black and lacy. Tied my hair back and put on a choker. I couldn't have looked more like a prostitute if I'd had tenners stuck down my ass cheeks.


A knock duly came and I checked it was John, thankfully it was. I burst open the door and dragged him in.


"Wow" was all he managed to say as I grabbed his head and planted a kiss firmly on his lips. He confirmed how long he'd got and enquired as to my desperation as I undid his trousers and dropped his pants to the floor. I retold my story of a masturbation filled morning which added a couple of extra centimetres to his already stiff cock.


I sank to my knees and took his length full in my mouth. He's not overly endowed down there but has enough for a girl to enjoy. I grabbed his hand and put it to the back of my head and began to bob back and forth. I held his hand there until he began thrusting me onto his cock. My slut meter went off the scale and, knowing he was too small to choke me, really enjoyed being face fucked. He lost control somewhat as he gushed his cum into my mouth a few seconds later. I thought he was going to fall over but managed to control himself long enough to allow his orgasm to complete.


"Wow" he repeated as I led him to the kitchen. I spat his cum down the sink and swilled my mouth with water. Come on boys and girls, I don't know him that well!


"Were does she think you are?"


"In the pub watching the footy results"


I turned my small TV on in the kitchen and reached for a beer from the fridge.


"Best not spoil the illusion then huh?" I said as I removed the top. "Can you remember some of the scores?"


He took a few swiggs of the beer as I climbed onto the kitchen worktop. I lifted and spread my legs and John took no hesitation in sliding the end of the bottle into my juicy pussy and licking it. "Like the taste?" "Oh yeah" "Better get down there and get it while it's wet then!"

He stepped back and lowered his head towards my open, wet inviting pussy. Licking slowly and gently at first and pushing his tongue as far inside me as he could, I grabbed his head and pushed it hard onto my soaking lips. I rubbed his face in my juice and moved his tongue over my clit as he held it still and firm. This was going to be my fifth orgasm of the day and it was taking a while. So much so I felt a bit for poor Johns back and pulled him from me.

"Drink up your beer and fuck me with that bottle". He obliged and we kissed as he slid the neck up and down my pussy, my fingers working furiously on my throbbing clit. I grabbed him round the neck as my slowly built up orgasm shuddered through me and nearly forced me off the worktop!

With twenty minutes of John's time left we moved back into the lounge area. My legs were wet and sticky and John was getting hard again. As we sat chatting on the sofa I stroked it back into life. "I want you to fuck me as hard as you can now John, I really need it".

I slid down on the sofa, spreading one leg over the back and the other on the floor. John climbed aboard and slid himself inside. As he began to pump away I reached round and grabbed his ass cheeks, helping him to keep his rhythm. I tilted my head back and shouted out encouraging obsenitites as the enjoyment of my cock filled pussy took over me. It felt so good. Not orgasmic but equally as fulfilling. He pulled out just as he was about to cum and shot it all over my bare midrif.

He dismounted and cleaned himself up in the kitchen. He took in as many scores as he could on the TV while getting dressed. He brought over a box of tissues and kissed me before leaving. "That was amazing babe, sorry I've gotta dash, you understand".

And with that, part one of my Saturday fuck fest was over. I haven't decided if I can share with you what happened that night but maybe I will. It was a bit shameful I have to say.

Leave a comment if you want me to tell you about it, I need some encouragement I think.

Sara

xx