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‘I have to admit,’ said Vicktoria, ‘I do love a knee trembler.’ The kitchen is a large room equipped, as you’d expect in a country home, with a range cooker as well as a conventional type. The centre of the room is dominated by a long oak table and my bum was against as Vicky was fucking me, her hands on m shoulders. My kirt was up and my knickers still in place. She’d come into the kitchen as I was preparing our supper. Her strappy had poked out lewdly from her brown leather trousers. ‘Come on, sweets, get your arse against the table, Vicky wants puss.’ ‘Rosamund,’ I said, ‘is in the sitting room.’ ‘Very bloody funny.’ I leant back against the table and lifted my skirt, knowing there was to be only enough foreplay to get me wet. Her hand went to my pussy up the loose leg of my knickers and she stroked while she also kissed me firmly. ‘I may be a bit kinky, darling, but even I draw the line at our furry friends. Mmm, it seems little Suzy’s ready already. I do love a willing fuck.’ She pushed her strapon into me slowly, her arms outstretched so she could watch my eyes. Then she closed in on me and began to fuck me, lifting me a little with each plunge. In a low voice she said, ‘It’s a new one. I bought it online the other day. No straps on this little darling and it sits better than the other one. Simply had to give it a test run. Likee?’ Oh God, did I likee. I grunted assent and she sort of growled. I put my arms around her neck and kissed her fervently, wanting her to know that I was loving her and her new friend. ‘I love it when you just fuck elvankent escort bayan me. I love feeling you inside me. I love when your eyes do that hungry thing and I know you’re as horny as hell.’ ‘Does my little tart what her bum fucked too.’ ‘No, Miss, I want it just as it is.’ ‘You’re not supposed to say no to me, darling. You’re supposed to tell me I can have whatever I want.’ ‘Well, you know you can. You asked me what I wanted? She smiled. ‘Get clever with me and I’ll do something else to that arse.’ She paused, the dildo deep inside me. ‘I might anyway. It looks so lovely with stripes.’ But she didn’t, she simply continued to fuck me until I could tell she was on the brink. To my amazement, she pulled out of me and, breathlessly, stepped back. She closed here eyes and I wondered for a moment if she was OK but then they opened and were bright and lustful. ‘Enough, for now. I wanted to test myself. Next time we have a tongue race with Debs, I’m going to bloody well win. That means, of course, that you’re going to have to do a lot of practice.’ She turned so her bum was against the table. ‘No time like the present, sweety. Down you go.’ She undid her trousers and pushed them down, deftly removing the strapless dildo as she did so. I dropped to my knees and felt her fingers in my hair. Pulling me to her, her trousers and panties at her knees she spread her legs as far as she could and I had to arch my neck to get at her. I set to, with a will fuelled by my arousal, which was in turn fuelled by Escort emek hers. ‘Oh Christ, that’s good. Magic, that little tongue of yours is. How the fuck Debs held back I simply don’t know. I loved watching you doing her. I think that’s why I came so quickly. You all reluctant but going at her for me. Your little tongue, oh god, your little tongue in her. Fuck it was good. And you did it for me. Fuuuuuuuuuck.’ And that was that. She smeared me, writhing across my face and spreading her wet across me, her fingers never releasing my hair. She often takes a while to come down and it is during that lovely period that I enjoy licking her clean. She pushed me gently away. ‘What time is supper, darling? Vick’s as hungry as hell now.’ I pulled up her trousers and panties and made sure she was comfortable, patting her pussy affectionately. Supper was ready and I pulled a seat out for her. I had to straighten the cutlery. Our vigorous lovemaking had disturbed it and one thing she insisted upon was a well laid table. ‘Everything should be well laid,’ she had said. ‘Tables and women.’ I served supper which she enjoyed. As I removed her plate she slid her hand up my skirt. ‘You’re a bloody gem, darling, that’s what you are. I might just keep you.’ ‘Unhand me, Mistress. I have work to do.’ She slapped my arse playfully. ‘Get to it, then darling. Vicks is going to have a scotch. Come and join me when you’re done.’ I filled the dishwasher and washed everything that wasn’t to go in there. Her voice came from the sitting room. eryaman escort ‘Get your clothes off before you come through. I want to look at you.’ Placing my discarded dress and knickers over the back of a chair I walked through to the sitting room. ‘I poured one for you.’ That was highly unusual. She had put it on a small table beside a chair facing her which indicated that I had to sit there. ‘Keep them open, darling.’ And so, legs apart and relaxing into the soft chair, I faced her. She was still dressed of course. She loved to be dressed when I was naked. Vicky loathes the television and rarely switches it on. Soft music was playing in the background. I sat and sipped my whisky. It’s not my favourite drink but if she wanted me to drink it, well, I drank it. ‘I’m thinking of having a costume night.’ That came from out of the blue. ‘Haven’t had one for years.’ We’d never had one in the time I had been with her. ‘How does that work?’ ‘Well, it’s not like a fancy dress do. Can’t stand them. A load of adults in crap costumes and puking in the garden gets right up one’s aristocratic nose. What I like is a period theme, Victorian for example. There’s a shop in town that rents out stuff. Think I might get a few of the chums together for a meal and float the idea. What do you think?’ ‘Sounds like fun. Bearing in mind where we live, Georgian might be good?’ The city we lived near was Georgian predominantly with a bit of ancient Rome thrown amidst the bricks and converted gas lamps. Jane Austen lived there but didn’t seem to have spoiled it (I am not a lover of her work!). ‘Georgian would be perfect. Now, you will do supper for a few of the girls and we’ll see how they feel about it.’ ‘Debra?’ ‘Definitely.’ ‘Another tongue race?’ I asked dreading the answer. ‘See, that’s one of the things I love about you; always thinking of things before I have.

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