Chapter 187
She stopped nibbling her lover’s earlobe and answered her, whilst at the same time undoing the side button and zip of my boss’s suit skirt and letting it fall to her ankles.
‘Yes, honey, some of those!’ she laughed, as she unbuttoned Ms Betty’s smart white silk shirt and pulled it down her arms, so that my boss was left wearing only her hold-ups, panties and bra.
‘Natsha turned up about half an hour after you left, with some papers you meant to take but left at the office. There she was on the very doorstep, all bunny-tailed and eager to please ... and she does, she pleases very much, you were so right to seduce her!’
Ms Betty looked startled at the revelation that our office antics were known, and glanced sideways at her partner in concern, but she swiftly reassured her. Uncoupling my boss’s bra at the back and casting the garment aside, she freed Ms Betty’s breasts – not as full as her own, but still a handsome 32C – and then massaged them, cupping them in her hands and pointing the nipples at my pussy like the barrels of a shotgun.
‘It’s OK, babe, you’d have told me, I know, and brought her home soon enough – in fact, I think you were going to say something a while ago ... [my boss nodded at this point] ... and it was my fault you didn’t. Anyhow, the little poppet and I have been getting on just fine, and I’m well on the way to catching up with you in the fuck-Natsha league tables!’
Mmm, I thought behind my gag, now there’s a concept I like the sound of! I made imploring eyes at my smart and slender boss, and waggled my tits invitingly.
‘C’mon, babe, you’re keeping a girl waiting!’ laughed SHE, ‘go get started, and I’ll join the pair of you in a minute – I’m gonna get my biggest strap-on, and you’re both gonna feel every inch of it!’
With that, she completed the undressing of her lover by stripping Ms Betty’s panties – which had acquired a dark damp stain at the base of her pussy – down her legs in one erotic surging movement.
If it was possible, my tits got even harder and my vagina moister, as Ms Betty stepped towards the bed, removed the card from in front of my cunt, and then sensuously bent her back, her gorgeous breasts swinging free beneath her, as she ran her tongue along my groove, tasting my pussy juice as if it was a vintage claret.
As Ms Betty teased her fingers into my hole and raised her head to rasp her tongue across my tits, SHE reappeared in view behind her lover.
She had quickly discarded her own clothes, keeping on only her favourite black leather boots (she had worn them when drilling me with a dildo the previous afternoon, explaining that they were her ‘bedroom pair’ which she didn’t dirty by wearing outside the house), and had buckled on the harness of a huge bulbous purple-coloured plastic phallus.
Ms Betty was now kneeling on the bed between my wide-open thighs, grasping my breasts and sucking and pulling on my achingly-aroused nipples.
SHE gave a grunt of satisfaction at this view, and positioned herself immediately behind my boss’s wiggling ass. Without standing on ceremony, SHE gripped her lover by the hips and thrust the strap-on into her pussy, and then began a rhythm of push and pull which steadily increased in forcefulness and pace.
I could feel my boss begin to tremble as her climax built, but she continued her devotions to my mammaries until the last possible second, only then raising her head, arching her back, and giving a howl of orgasmic release and pleasure.
So began an amazing afternoon of sex – it was actually my first-ever threesome, and with two such experienced and passionate older women, it was a truly mind-blowing experience.
I think it was the best sex that I have ever had ... well, at least until the following weekend, when they both had me for all of both days ... or maybe the weekend after that, which was incredible, we really hit the heights then ... or was it the next one? ...
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Marie was sitting at the bar was all alone, anyone could tell she was not happy. She had lost everything she had, and she just wanted to have a few drinks by herself and wallow in self-pity.
She had been sitting for nearly ten minutes on the comfortable bar stool, nursing her drink, when a person sidled up to the bar and sat down two seats from her to her right and ordered a light beer.
It was a feminine voice, so Marie glanced over and saw that it was a young woman who looked barely old enough to drink. The girl looked at Marie and their eyes met briefly.
Marie looked back down at her drink as the bartender, a handsome man who seemed way too flamboyant to be straight, carried the drink to the young woman and then headed back to the other end of the bar.
“Are you meeting someone?” Marie heard the voice of the young lady to her right asking and she glanced over again before realizing that the woman was speaking to her.
“Ah no, no I’m here by myself.” She replied, not really feeling much like getting into a conversation right now.
“Yeah me too. I’m not usually the type of person who just pops into a bar for a drink in the middle of the day, especially by myself, but I just really wanted a beer. Tough morning.” She grimaced.
