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Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Julia6 Posted on: 10 Apr 2007 1 comments
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This is the continuing story of my use by my friend Barbara after she had been good enough to be a voyeur for us. During our times together she had suggested that she give me to her husband for a weekend and I had not demurred.It was about two months after our stay at the hotel that arrangements were made for me to spend the night with them. Falling nicely into her bossy role she wrote me a long letter detailing how I should be dressed on my arrival, what clothes I should bring and some other accessories that I should have with me. This intimate correspondence was nicely erotic and there followed some quite intense sex both with hubby and on my own.We managed a shopping trip to London. It is always a sensual experience trying on new expensive lingerie. I managed to show my breasts and pussy to the sales assistant who obviously enjoyed it. She became quite firm with me as I tried on a selection, some of them very revealing. One of them was just a transparent net but we decided that it just did not go with my rather big bush.We also visited one of the more female oriented sex boutiques. It is very erotic purchasing a strap on dildo in person, talking about dimensions with all knowing exactly where it will be used. We were on quite a high by the time we sat down to dinner in a restaurant. We drank rather a lot of wine and, with cover provided by a large white napkin, I was able to completely extract his erect penis from his trousers.I was also suitably invaded; his fingers gaining access via the leg of my new French knickers. In the taxi to the station I just curled up with my head on his shoulder, content with giving the driver an 'accidental' show of a lot of leg. We sat in first class on the train on the way back which was surprisingly empty. We quietly talked about our day and I managed to drift off to sleep.He woke me with a kiss as we were getting close to our destination and we spent a few moments snogging like school kids. He did slide his hand up my dress again and I was really getting to enjoy it as we pulled into our station. We gathered our belongings and got off, holding back a little. When the train had cleared he pulled me into a quiet corner, kissing me again and sliding two fingers into me and his thumb on my clit. It didn't take long for me to dance on his hand as my orgasm hit, my hands clasped tightly round his neck.Another taxi completed our ride home from the station before we walked into our front garden. I knew I was in for some more fun as he dragged my knickers part way down my leg as I was opening the front door. He pulled me into the kitchen and giggling I was pushed over the worktop. My underwear completed its descent and I felt cold oil drizzling between my cheeks -- extra virgin I am sure.I was unceremoniously buggered and loved it, a wonderful end to the day.My trip to Barbara was by train and car, John having arranged a limousine to meet me at the station. I enjoy a journey when it is as comfortable as this was. First class on the train was fairly empty and I enjoyed a couple of large G&Ts. The stewardess was quite attentive and I was just a little flirtatious showing a fair bit of thigh. I wonder what whore's think about when travelling to a 'trick'. I was certainly aware of my breasts and genitalia, something I am almost sure would not happen to a real professional.The limousine was white but of normal length. I think the stretched kind is vulgar. I just lay back and closed my eyes trying to follow the journey in my head by just the turning of the car.Their house is large, detached, in one of the more gentile suburbs. The house had just a short drive, an entrance at each end to give an in and out for a car. They both appeared quite quickly, expecting me I suppose. I allowed myself a smile. My friends were just a little too eager. One point to me!I have talked with hubby, and other male friends, about the balance of power between a prostitute and a client. Both hold the upper hand at different moments during the liaison. Here I use the slightly unfair convention that the guy is the 'John' and the working girl is just that, a woman. Of course all sorts of other permutations are just as valid. The power lies with him as she is trying to get the business. She postures, parades herself to persuade him to buy. The deal having been made she has control. Where will they go, what will she do? Then, at the end, his oats sowed, the power returns to him. She has been used and can be discarded. Then perhaps not! Will she be available again? Did she enjoy it? How does he compare with her other customers?In this case the trade has been made. Whilst I have not been paid there is an agreement.It is almost impossible to get out of such a vehicle without elegantly without lots of practice. I have that skill but choose to completely ignore it. For a good exit it is vital to be sitting at the correct side ready to alight so your feet can be place firmly on the ground to stand. On this occasion as the driver opened the door and I slide across the seat from the wrong side. My skirt rides right up giving him an eyeful of my new red French knickers. He gallantly helps me out and I stand, desperately wriggling my skirt into place.Alan, Barbara's husband, gallantly takes my bag from the driver. Before we go in I confirm with the driver the time of my collection. The situation seems unreal. I am to make my body available to these friends to do with almost as they like. I do not however feel in a submissive mood. I can be a real bitch sometimes and they were perhaps a little too sure of me."Barbara I like to get the financial side of things settled before we start. Its ?500 plus ?300 travelling expenses"That confused her as, of course, money had not been discussed. Was I a real prossy? "I'll take a cheque." She was very red faced as she found her cheque book and wrote it out. I'll bet she has never paid for sex before. Alan probably has in some form or other, most guys do. Of course I didn't cash it, but I did have it framed!We were standing in their lovely lounge looking out through a small conservatory onto their lawn. The sun was shining and I was in a playful mood. I slipped off my rather severe jacket and skirt leaving me in a red and black bodice, french knickers, suspenders and stockings, seemed of course. I had deliberately worn the knickers outside the belt so they soon fell to my feet and I stepped out of them."You like?" I did a twirl. Now to say that my pubic hair is prolific is probably an understatement and the black hair was in sharp contrast to the white flesh of my thighs. "A proper cunt" John calls it and I quite like it. I was still working desperately to keep the initiative so I quickly knelt in front of Alan and dropped his trousers and undies to his knees.In that position guys are virtually helpless. I made some nice comments about his cock and started to work my mouth around the helmet. It was cut, don't see many of those. After I got him hard and wet from my mouth I masturbated him, the glans just between my lips. "Barbara get your things off. You know you are next". I don't think she had admitted her sexual liaison with me to Alan but I was pleased to hear a rustle of clothing as I returned to my manipulation..He was enjoying himself now. As my nail scratched under his balls and back to his anal opening he managed to push my bodice down far enough to uncover my nipples. With one hard manipulating a breast quite firmly his other hand went to the back of my head, holding me as his movements became more urgent. I might have expected this; a whore did not really have much option but to accept the seed wherever the client wanted it. I was able to relax a little, letting him do the work fucking my mouth. I gave him the edge of my teeth to increase the sensation and then, at the appropriate moment I thrust my finger up into him quite deeply.I was rewarded with a curse and a warm jet into my mouth. He shuddered through his orgasm and I contained most of it in my mouth, just a little running down onto my chin. Looking up and locking my eyes with his I opened my mouth to show him the copious evidence and then closed it and swallowed. What a slut.Rising quickly I turned to Barbara. She was naked on a sofa. She quickly moved her hand away as she saw me looking but it was obvious that she had been playing. Her nipples were hard and red so they had been getting attention too. Moving quickly I pulled her to me in a long wet kiss, knowing that I would still taste of Alan. She was hesitant at first but soon responded, our tongues enthusiastically exploring each others mouth.Feeling her wet on my probing finger I rolled up her legs over her head and open. It is a wonderful position, all exposed, no hiding place. I followed up with that obscene kiss that I love so much, my full lips on her little puckered rosebud. Just an intake of breath as my tongue penetrated what I was to discover was her final virginity.After tasting her arse for a few moments I moved my attention to her full nether lips. I used my mouth to encourage a flow of feminine elixir before sliding two fingers into her. With my mouth on her clit and my fingers moving in and out quite rapidly it was never going to take long. As her orgasm began she raised her hips in the air in involuntary jerks. A third finger added to her pleasure and I felt her cunt grip and relax on my fingers. Watching someone cum is always a sensuous moment, never to be derided or made fun of, as I had once found to my cost.As she calmed down Alan kissed her, which was sweet. He had removed his trousers and underpants, looking slightly incongruous in just a shirt, sweater and socks. I fondled his dick gently as they kissed and then smiled, rather embarrassed I thought, at each other. "Bed I think" I said and pulled Barbara to her feet and on towards the stairs. As we left the room I said to Alan. "Come on, it's your party, just loose the clothes."We got to their rather fine bedroom and I pulled her to me. We kissed before I turned her to face the door with me behind her. One hand on her breast and another between her thighs she turned her head to connect once more with my eager lips and that was how he found us. His erection recovered he moved to us and we all kissed. "Will you fuck me now?" I said.I arranged myself on my hands and knees on the bed. I felt his mouth against my pussy and was delighted when his tongue found my clit. After a few moments Barbara sat on the bed, her legs open and fingers busy. We smiled at each other, all was well. I asked Alan to stop playing about and get it in me, as much for her as for him. Soon I was rewarded with a firm thrust to the hilt. I gurgled with pleasure as he began his assault. His earlier orgasm meant that he could take his time, to our mutual pleasure.He went on for some time. I did not cum but was very excited. I held back to maximise his time inside me. When the time came he considerately asked where I wanted it but Barbara interrupted my answer saying "Let the slut have it in her womb". Almost immediately his hands held my hips tightly, drawing me back, as he discharged his seed. Both of us savouring the continued connection following his orgasm as his erection subsided, finally sliding out of me. I felt his hand on my back holding me down. Looking, back over my shoulder I saw Barbara, magnificent, wearing the strap on cock she had instructed me to buy.I remembered the sales lady smiling as she packed it. Her guess as to where it would go probably being correct but wrong in the prediction of the wearer.It was only slightly bigger than a normal erect penis but enough to make me gasp as it slid home. Showing no mercy she pounded me until I cursed in helpless rapture. She was not satisfied however, slowing only for a moment before resuming with extra vigour. My second orgasm was quicker and more intense, my bottom bouncing up and down as the spasm took me once more. On once more with no gap and this peak seemed a continuation of the last encouraged by some very hard slaps to my proffered rump. The wave seemed to go on and on and on. I was utterly and completely spent as she withdrew leaving a sudden emptiness. I managed to roll over to see them standing over me smiling, Alan once more erect.