Christina - tits, pussy, arse & feet!

We went away for the weekend and Christina was in top form, very randy and very demanding!  On our last day, she decided she wanted an impromptu photo-session and this picture - for me - sums up the whole weekend perfectly!

How lush does she look?

Difficult to pick the best bit - toes, soles, legs, pussy, arse, tits - so I licked all of them!

Back from holiday...

We went on holiday.

It was very nice.

The sun and the sea and the sand really do make you horny.  I don't think I've shagged as much this past week or so as I have this year.

I am happy.

This is a selection of photographs I took whilst we were away - hope you enjoy them.

Christina

Other ladies

Is this arty and erotic?

I like it, so I think it's probably art but who cares - it's my cock and Christina's feet, so it's definitely erotic!  Win win!

What do you think?

Love In An Elevator!

It had been about ten days since Christina and I last saw one another.  I’d been in Nottingham, doing some audit work and it was tiresome and boring.  Since the company was paying for the hotel room, she took Friday off and met me up there.

It was great to see her - though we’d texted some pictures to each other and had some phone sex - and didn’t take us long to fall back into synch.  She was wearing a t-shirt and blue jeans and looked absolutely fucking stunning.  We walked around the town centre, went on a tram, she started talking dirty, so I talked dirty back and we did a bit of groping and decided it would be best to get back to the room.

We stood in the foyer and got into the lift with a group of other people. She stood in front of me, and I could smell her hair. I moved my face closer, breathing gently on her bare shoulder and neck and had to bite my tongue, to not bite her beautiful skin. My cock was rock hard, pressing against my jeans.

Our fellow passengers were watching the floor numbers and I thought ‘fuck it’. I licked my index finger and then slid my hand into the waistband of her jeans and down towards her arse cheeks. Christina stiffened against me, with the slightest of gasps. My fingers moved into the groove of her arse and I pressed my finger lightly against the bud of her arsehole. She pushed back against me hard, pinning me to the wall and reached back, pressing her hand hard against my cock.

“Undo your button,” I whispered in her ear and she did, the waist of her jeans suddenly going slack and allowing me better access.  I pushed my hand further, my fingers exploring past her arse and towards her pussy.  The very bottom of the lips felt moist which made me smile.  I kissed her neck, sucking lightly on the skin and I heard her give her lightest of moans.

The lift doors opened. I tensed, wondering if more people would crush in, but thankfully they all left. I moved Christina away from me, pulled my hands out of her jeans and turned her around.  She smiled, bit her lip and I pushed my hand back into her jeans, my thumb sliding easily into her pussy.  At the same time, I pressed the lift button for the top floor.

Before the doors were fully closed we were kissing hard, our tongues slapping each other, our breath coming in short gasps. Christina grabbed my head with both hands, pulling me hard into her, her tongue thrusting so far into my mouth it felt like she was trying to fuck my face.

She broke free. “Can we do it in here, can you fuck me?  It’s been too long, I don’t want to wait.”

I shoved my hands up her t-shirt, pushing her bra up over her tits and grabbing them roughly. I spun her around, to face the mirrored back wall of the lift and glanced at the floor-indicator lights above the door.  We had a few left and the lift was so - would anyone get on at the top floor?

I pulled the zip of her jeans down and I could see her arse, the thin fabric of her knickers separating her cheeks.  I looked up and into the mirror to see her staring intensely at me. She nodded. I spat into my hand and rubbed it between her legs, into her wet pussy, then over the head of my cock.

“Come on,” she said, sounding half-strangled, “fuck me, Pete!”

I pressed the head of my cock against her pussy and she stood on tiptoes, moving up against me so that she could almost push herself back to sit on my cock. I rubbed up and down her pussy lips until she was biting her lips and then slid into her, gently but firmly, moving against her so that if it hurt, I could stop. Finally, I was literally balls deep.

“Fuck that’s good,” she said, breathing a bloom of condensation onto the mirror, “fuck.”  We started to build a rhythm, me thrusting and her moving up and down.  Very  soon I was thrusting so hard that the sound of her arse slapping my belly was almost echoing around the lift.

I watched my cock and her pussy, then into the mirror. Christina was braced against the handrail, biting her lips, her eyes half closed. She was breathing quickly.  I reached up and cupped her right breast and it made her jump. She opened her eyes, smiled lazily at me, then let herself go back to the fucking, pushing against me harder.

Her pussy seemed to suck at my cock, pulling it in further than I thought it could go. With everything else, the sight and the sound and the feeling, I was almost there and then she came, hard.

Her pussy walls rippled against me and I eased off the pressure on her clit, grabbing her other tit to try and give her a bit of support. I felt her legs wobble and she made a strange sound, then shook her head and seemed to come back to me. I flicked her clit, making her squirm and she reached down, pulling my hand away, pulling up and licking my fingers.

That did it. I thrust even harder into her, sucking on her neck hard enough for a love-bite and she licked my fingers. Then I was coming deep inside her and she moaned at that and seemed to come again herself, leaning into the mirror and whimpering, almost incoherently. I kept thrusting until it was too much, then leaned against her, bracing myself with my hands on the mirror.

The bell for the floor dinged and the doors slid open and, thank goodness, there was an empty hallway. We quickly separated, my cock sliding out of her pussy with a wet sound and my cum glistening in the soft hairs around her pussy.  She took a tissue out of her bag and mopped it up, as I tried to sort out her bra and t-shirt for her.

She began to giggle and so did I, overwhelmed by what we’d just done. I pressed the button for our floor and we zipped up, buttoned up, and arranged ourselves as the lift headed down. There were people waiting on our floor and we walked by them, flushed and sweaty and grinning like fools.

“I wonder if they’ll smell us,” I said.

Christina smiled. “Who knows. Come on, I need a shower.”

Christina in stockings

If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you’ll know that I like feet and I particularly love Christina’s feet.  She had to go out the other night on a very posh, work-based do - heels, stockings, LBD.  She looked fucking gorgeous, to be honest and I loved the look of her feet in the stockings.  So much so, I got her to pose for a few pictures.

Still undecided about stockings as a whole, but I like these. 

Dinner with friends, then oral fun!

We’d been out for dinner with friends, a lovely evening with great company for a - quite frankly - terrific meal.  It was almost midnight by the time we made it back to the car, both of us were happy and Christina was just a little bit tipsy.

We got in and she smiled at me.  “Are you feeling amorous?”

“When you’re around, I’m always feeling amorous.”

She leaned over and kissed me.  “You know all the right things to say, don’t you?”

“I try.”

“Would you like to see my tits?”

“I’d love to.”  She pulled her top up, exposing her bra.  “You have fantastic tits, Christina.”

“Thanks,” she said and jiggled them in her bra, “they’re not bad, are they?”

She reached in and popped her left one free of its lacy prison.  I quickly looked around, to make sure no-one was about, but the coast was clear. I reached over and stroked her bare tit, loving the feel of her warm skin, playing with her nipple.

Christina smiled and put her hand on my leg, sliding it up and down, without putting her tit away. “Did you want to drive then?” she asked, innocence personified.

Since I knew that whenever things like this happened between me and Christina - unplanned and a little bit raunchy - they usually ended very well indeed, I started the car and pulled out of the car park.  As soon as we were on the road, Christina reached over and unzipped my chinos. She fished my cock out and stroked it a few times until it was rock hard and smiled.

“He looks happy.”

“So he should,” I said.

She leaned over, her breast pressing in my leg and sucked my cock straight into her mouth.

Now a blowjob whilst driving is one of those things that you really want to experience and it doesn’t happen often enough for my liking but that might be for a reason - it’s very difficult to concentrate when a tongue, lips and fingers are working on your cock!  Christina was really working it, her mouth sliding up and down, her tongue polishing the head and in order to reach her bare tit, I was having to lean at an angle.

It didn’t take her long until she was squirming in her seat.  I shifted slightly, pinching her nipple and she gasped.

I looked at her.  With her free hand, she’d pulled her skirt up and her knickers aside and was rubbing her pussy.

“Pull your knickers down,” I said.  She let go of my cock with a satisfying slurp and smiled. “I want to touch you too.”

Christina lifted her bum up, slid her knickers down and said, “Put your hand on the seat.”

I’d done it before she stopped speaking and she sat on it just as quickly. My middle finger penetrated her already wet pussy and my index finger slid against her clit. She gasped, so I began to move it back and forth, teasing the clit out from its hood.  She moaned loudly, still wanking me, as I worked my finger in her she pushed back against me more and more.

Without another word, she dipped her head into my lap again and began sucking on my cock as if her life depended on it. As good as she was, the inherent thrill and danger compounded her activity and I could already feel my orgasm building.  I flicked my finger as quickly as I could, doving further into her with my middle finger, her pussy making as much of a slurping noise as her mouth was.

After a few moments, my fingers now working furiously, she let go of my cock and partly sat up. I kept doing what I was doing and her hips started bucking and she leaned her head onto my shoulder with her mouth open, breathing hard as her orgasm swept through her.  Her fingers clenched around my cock and she wanked me harder with it.  I kept going until she started to calm down and her breathing slowed.

“Leave your fingers in me,” she said, breathless, then put her head back in my lap again.  She sucked me deep into her mouth, her tongue running all over my shaft and it was too much.

“I’m there,” I said, “I’m there.”

I’d expected her to stop sucking, but she kept going until I came, pumping into her mouth. She kept sucking and licking for a few moments and then sat up, a big smile on her face. Cum glinted on her lips.

“Now that,” she said, “was good.”

“I’ll say so, when do we have to drive at night again?”

Fucking on a train

We were on the train coming back from London, having been to the capital to see a show.  Christina was in a state of high arousal for most of the day and, on the journey with a mostly deserted train, she decided to play with herself - for our mutual benefit.

She moved both hands slowly down her belly.  With her fingertips, she teased at the waist of her shorts as if debating pushing them inside, then drew back up, hooking under the hem of her vest.  If one fluid movement, she pulled the material up to her bra, leaving her belly beautifully exposed.  Her breathing was getting more rapid now and you could see the movement around her belly button.  It looked lovely and I just wanted to kiss it.  I hoisted myself up onto the table on my elbows to get a better view.

Moving her hands slowly back past her belly button, she undid the button on her shorts with great deliberation.  She didn’t unzip, letting it come open on its own as she pushed her hands into her shorts.  She lifted herself off the seat slightly and kept pushing with her hands, sliding her shorts down past her backside.  A little wriggle and they slid down her legs.

Christina ran her index and middle fingers lightly over the front of her knickers, following the contours of her pussy.  As she slid them over her lips, I could see damp traces appear in the material.  She put both hands against her pussy, slowly tickling the area around the clit.  She moved her arms together, pushing her breasts into a deep valley of cleavage.  Both nipples were standing to attention.  She looked at me.  “Good?”

 “It’s so fucking hot…”

She licked her lips provocatively, then bit the lower one.

“Oh my god,”I said.

Her breathing was getting harder and faster.  She moved her hands together, both index fingers rubbing the groove of her pussy, making the knickers wetter with each pass.  I could see the lips clearly now, they were separated slightly.  She pressed her fingers harder against her clit and bit her lip harder.  Her fingers pushed harder onto her clit, then slid off to one side before she pulled back across her pussy hard.  I could see that her palms were sweaty and the gusset of her knickers was a ruin by now.  She rubbed her fingers back and forth, faster and faster against her clit.  With her right hand, she sought out her left nipple and began to tweak it, much more savagely than I ever would have.

With her thumb on her clit, Christina began to slide the heel of her left hand up and down her lips.  I saw the muscles in her thighs clench.  She held her breath, her hand moving harder, the material moving with her.  She tweaked her nipple again, pinching it through the fabric and then she shuddered, somewhere deep in her belly.  Her legs went rigid and she tilted her pelvis forward and up, her backside coming off the seat.  The shudders became spasms and she rode two or three of them, her hand barely slowing.  I watched in awe.

After the last spasm, she stopped moving her hand and exhaled, slow and hard.  It took her another couple of moments before she opened her eyes and smiled sleepily at me.  Strands of her hair clung damply to her forehead.

“Okay,” she said finally, “fuck teasing you, I want you now.”

“Now?  We’re on a train.”  I can be very dense sometimes.

Christina slid out of the seat and stood in front of me, smoothing down the front of her shorts.  She made a V of her fingers, rubbing it over her crotch.

“Follow me,” she said and walked past.

I turned and watched her nice arse and slender legs and knew that I needed to have her right then.  I slid out of my seat, checked that nobody was watching us and then followed her through the automatic doors.  Christina was standing outside one of the toilet doors and leaned on it to push it open.  She pressed her index finger to my lips.

“Try not to make too much noise,” she said then grabbed the neck of my t-shirt and pulled me into the small space, locking the door behind us.  She kissed me hard, her fingers fumbling with my belt. I kissed her back, our tongues pushing against each other.  My belt came undone and she pulled my shorts and boxers down in one fluid movment, breaking the kiss and bending down.  My cock was hard, jutting out like a bayonet.  She smiled up at me and, in a crouch, leaned forward and closed her soft, supple lips around the head of my cock.  Her tongue went to work, licking and slurping and circling the glans.  She moved her head up and down, coating my cock with saliva and I grabbed the sides of the toilet, biting my lip to stop myself from making a noise.  My cock grew harder, harder still and she pushed herself, trying to take more of it.  She reached up and, with her fingernails, stroked my shaft and massaged my balls.

I tapped her shoulder and when she looked up, I shook my head - no, too much!  She raised her eyebrows, let me cock go with a pop and stood up.

“Really?” she whispered.

“Really - it feels great and you’ve wound me up a treat with your wanking, this is all so fucking erotic.”

She pulled her t-shirt up and I reached for her tits, pushing them together and groping her nipples through the fabric of her bra.  Her nipples were really sensitive nipples and moaned lightly.  Hooking her fingers in the waist of her shorts, she slid them down to her knees and, leaving one hand to maul her tits, I reached down and stroked her pussy lips through the damp gusset of her knickers. 

She pushed her knickers down her legs and I slid a finger into her pussy.  She grabbed my shoulders and, fucking her with my index finger, I rubbed her clit with my thumb.  She kissed me again, harder than before and wrapped her fingers around my cock, wanking me with quick, short strokes.

She was clearly still turned on from her public masturbation because it was only a few moments before she began to shudder.  I broke the kiss and attacked her neck and earlobes, tweaking her nipple whilst I did so and she came all of a sudden, moaning and groaning, her legs wobbling slightly.

When she was finished, she leaned against me and lifted her left leg to place her foot on the toilet behind me.  She grabbed my cock and guided it into her wet, juicy pussy.  We both moaned a little when I penetrated her and she rolled on the balls of her feet, getting into the right position for me to go as deep as possible.  She moved up gently, as if gauging how far she could go and then impaled herself again.

I kissed her, both of us full of passion and hunger.  She started to bounce up and down, sliding her slick wet pussy onto my aching cock, and grabbing my arse cheeks.  I grabbed hers as well, helping with her thrusts.  We quickly worked up a rhythm that accelerated, heated up, and all too soon for me, it felt like we were getting close to the edge.  Still holding her arse, I managed to slow her movements down and she looked at me, frowning.

“Too much,” I whispered, my breath coming in short sharp bursts.  She nodded, understanding perfectly and maneuvered herself so that my cock slid out of her.  She rubbed her clit quickly, gave my cock a quick wank and then pushed me backwards so that I was sitting on the toilet lid.

She turned, put her hands on my thighs and settled herself backwards onto my cock.  She eased down, taking me all the way in and gasped when she bottomed out.  She began to bounce on me again and I leaned forward slightly, reaching around her to play with her clit.  The whole thing - the naughty air of all this, the fact that we were in a toilet, the fact that there was a train full of people out there - meant we were both close to the edge again and when she started to shudder, I took over the movement, thrusting hard into her, thumbing her clit hard at the same time.  She came just before I knew that I’d passed the point of no return and I came just after she finished, pumping hard.

We kept moving for a moment or two and then she slowly eased off me, cupping her left hand at her pussy and reaching for some toilet paper.  When she’d wiped herself, she shook my cock lightly and leaned down to kiss me.

“Now that made it all the better, didn’t it?” she said.

Tit-fuck in public, with Christina

The party had been a bore and Christina and I had been entertaining ourselves with stories of what we’d do to one another when we got home.  In fact, some of it was so dirty that I was finding myself getting more and more noticeably turned on.

“Hey, you’re liking this, aren’t you?”

“Of course, I’m a red blooded man and you’re a beautiful woman.”

She smiled and bit her lip and I knew, right then, I was in for a treat.

“Do you think?” she asked, “that if we kept talking like this you’d actually make it home?”

“Maybe not.”

“Hmmm,” she and frowned.  “Now when we get home, I’ll need you to fuck me senseless for a long, long time.  So what shall we do?”

“Show me your tits.”

“And how will that help?”

I smiled.  “It won’t, but it’ll be fun.”

“Naughty boy,” she said but took my hand and led me out into the garden.  Most of the revellers were on the lawn, but she took me around the side of house, towards the garage.  Pushing me back against the wall of the house, she gave me a quick kiss and then stepped away.

She took off her thin cardigan slowly.  Under it she was wearing a striped top and she pushed her arms together, pressing her tits into one another until it looked as though they were going to burst free.  I glanced away briefly, to make sure no-one was coming and then looked at her shamelessly, growing ever more excited by the dirty thoughts were gorgeous tits were giving me.

Christina leaned over, looking me in the eyes and reached down to grip my cock through my trousers.  She squeezed it and stepped towards me, her tits tantalisingly close.  I leaned forward, to breathe on her cleavage and she slowly rubbed my cock, making it grow even harder.

“Would you like to cum on my tits?” she whispered into my ear.

I didn’t answer, instead I dipped my head and kissed her breasts, running from tongue between them.

Christina raised her head and kissed me on the lips.  Our tongues squirmed against each other and she began to rub my cock.  I trailed my fingers down, tracing the shape of her tits through her t-shirt.  I pressed her nipples hard and made her groan.

She undid the button and zip of my trousers and pushed them roughly down my legs.  I kicked them off and my stiff cock tented my boxers.  Christina gripped it hard with her left hand as she threw her right arm around my shoulders, pulling me against her, kissing me passionately. I squeezed her left tit, feeling her nipple harden against my palm and her breast pushed hard against the fabric of her bra as she arched her back.

She moaned into my mouth, her hand stroking my cock and then she broke free of the kiss and pulled violently at the waistband of my boxers.

“I want to see your cock,” she said.  The tip of it sprang out from under the waistband and pinged against my belly.  “You really are excited, aren’t you?”

She wrapped her hands around it and wanked me, her eyes wide.  Her arms pushed her breasts together, and they overflowed from her bra as I moaned quietly.  I reached down, stroking her belly and into the waistband of her skirt.  I touched her pussy, making her gasp.  She was excited, the gusset already wet.  She moaned as I applied more pressure and she moved her hips, grinding against my fingers.

“You’re very excited too,” I said.

“I don’t know how you do it,” she said, “but I’m so fucking glad you do!”

There was a cough from the area of the lawn and we both looked over.  Someone walked towards us but we were obviously deep enough in shadow that they couldn’t see us.  They went into the house, leaving the door open and blocking us from view of the lawn.

“Nice,” she said and, holding my cock tightly, licked the underside of it from my balls to my glans, tickling me with the tip of her tongue.  I let out a deep and contented sigh and grabbed for her boobs as she slipped my cock into her mouth, stroking the shaft of it still.  I pushed my hand further under her skirts waistband, pressing my fingers against her pussy lifts.

She moaned and let my cock slip out of her mouth, lifting it by the tip so that she could lick the whole shaft up and down.  She flicked her tongue over the gin, looking through her eyelashes with a lusty expression, then left my cock go.  She ran it over her cleavage, leaving a trail of her spit.

“Ready?” she said and I thumbed her clit in response.  She shuddered at the touch and smiled.  “Are you ready?”

I leaned forward, pressing my cock into her cleavage and she pushed her arms together, squeezing her tits, the soft fabric of her bra and my cock into the middle.  The pressure was wonderful, her skin so soft against mine.  I began to move up and down, thrusting gently so that I could keep a hand in her knickers, fucking her tits.  She reached down and tickled the back of my balls and I edged forward wanting more.  I slipped my finger under the gusset of her knickers, feeling it sink into the soft warmth of her pussy.

She groaned.  “Oh I love this, I love being with you, I love that we can be really dirty.”

“This is fucking excellent.”

She dropped her head and dribbled spit into her cleavage, using my cock to spread it over her tits.

“I want you to fuck my tits until you cum,” she said, her voice low.

I can do that, I thought.  “You are so fucking horny, Christina.”  I slid another finger into her, enjoying the rapt look of delight on her face.

She pushed her tits together and when my coke poked out, she darted for it with her tongue.  With my left hand I rubbed her nipples as I thrust harder, her tits wobbling and my rhythm picked up.  She reached down and pulled her knickers to one side, allowing me easier access.  I rubbed my thumb across her clit.

“Keep going,” she gasped, “keep going.”

I didn’t know if she meant my tit-fucking or my thumb, so I rubbed her clit as fast as I possibly could.  It was the right response and she groaned, her eyes closed.  I fucked her tits and finger-fucked her pussy and she rubbed my balls and I tweaked her nipples.  It was too much and the view from where I stood, as Christina writhed beneath me and her cleavage became red from the friction, was almost too much.

She came suddenly, a brisk orgasm that made her bit her lip and her body vibrate and that was my cue to thrust harder between her tits.

“Are you going to cum soon?” she asked, pulling my fingers out of her pussy.

“Yes,” I gasped, going to work on her nipples, making her groan all over again.  I pounded my cock faster, her tits slapping at each thrust and soon felt the tingle in my balls.

“I’m coming,” I said and she instantly leaned back, gripping my cock hard and jerking it quickly, aiming it at her tits.

The first splat of spunk hit her cleavage, the second her right nipple.  She jerked me quicker and I had to lean on the wall for support.  Her hand wanked me mercilessly, getting as much of my cum as she could.

“Fuck, that’s a lot of cum.”

She kept pumping my cock, spunk landing on  her tits and bra and belly and she writhed under it, rubbing it into her skin.

“Oh God,” she said, “this is turning me on as well.”

I watched as she hiked her skirt up and slid her hand into her groin, her fingers disappearing into her knickers.  I could see them working, at least two inside her pussy, her thumb rubbing her clit.

“Oh yeah,” I said, “do it.”

“You like watching me finger myself, don’t you?”  She pushed her knickers aside and used her fingers to spread her pussy lips wide.  There was no need for lubrication, she was soaking down there.  She reached back and I watched her right hand appear from under her arse, two fingers from that hand slipping into her pussy whilst her left focussed on her clit.

She came hard, her fingers speeding up and then slowing as shudders racked her body, her tits jiggling as she made wordless sounds with her lips.  As her  orgasm receded, she leaned against my legs, looking up at me with dazed eyes.

“Wow,” I said, “that was fucking excellent.”

“Glad you enjoyed it, now take me home and fuck me somewhere that I’m kneeling on carpet and not concrete!”

I couldn’t get her home quick enough.

A Valentine treat from Christina

I received this email on Valentine's morning from my lovely Christina...

"Hey Pete!

I can't wait for tonight and in order to try and speed up the day - and work you up - here's a picture of my from this morning, warming myself up for you...

See you soon..."

She's such a tease!

A bang to the New Year!

For New Years, we went to a party at Christina’s friend Angela’s house.  You might remember her as the host of the party where I muff-dived Christina outside, which turned back of us on no end!  So it was with some measure of excitement that I went.

The party was great, we had a good time and a little drunk and by the time the cab dropped us off after 3 in the morning, we were randy and tipsy and ready to see 2014 in ‘in style’!

I led Christina into the bedroom and she fell onto the bed, on her back and gave me a seductive, come-hither look.

I was only too happy to oblige. I got on the bed on all fours, over her and grabbed the edge of her top, quickly pulling it over her head. She was wearing plain white lingerie – t-shirt bra and high cut knickers, but I left them until later, kissing her again. Slowly, I moved up to her neck, then along her collarbone and down.  I kissed the warm, soft skin of her tits then pulled her bra up, her nipples immediately hard. I licked and sucked each one, making her groan and she put her hand on the back of my head, keeping it there.

After a few moments, I shifted my mouth from one nipple to the other and as I swirled my tongue on her, she was almost purring. I moved further back, kissing down to her stomach and dipping my tongue into her belly button, which made her squirm. I reached her knickers and slid them over her thighs.  She lifted her legs for me and I brushed my lips against her toes as she put her feet above my head.  I pulled her knickers off and tossed them behind me.

Her pussy was exposed and glistening and I could smell her, which aroused me even more.  We locked eyes and I smiled at her, putting my hands on her knees and pushing her legs apart.  I bent forward and blew softly on her pussy, making her shiver, then put my mouth over it and sucked.  She let out a stuttering moan, arching her back as if trying to push herself deeper into me. I sucked on her clitoris and swirled my tongue over it, grazing it ever so slightly with my teeth before moving back down to her slit. I pushed my tongue in as far as it would go, savouring her taste and swallowing it down and she was almost panting now. I moved my tongue faster, concentrating on her clit, harder and harder until she began to breathe more heavily.

Seeing and hearing her so close to completion only made me increase my activity. I worked her pussy with everything I could think of to make her feel good and when she moved her legs, draping them over my shoulders, I could feel her calves quivering. I kept going, faster and faster until she came with a loud, sharp gasp and her whole body seemed to tighten, the muscles in her legs bunching up and squeezing my head lightly.

She was spent and breathing heavily, so I let her legs slide off my shoulders and laid next to her. I was about to ask if she was okay, when she threw her arms around me and began smothering me with kisses. She kissed me ferociously, passionately, rolling on top of me. She finally broke the kisses with “I want you in me now, Pete..” Her eyes were alight, her voice husky.

”Whatever you say,” I said, between kisses.

Her hands were suddenly undoing my belt and then she pulled my zip down.  I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it away.  Christina pushed my trousers down in one swift movement and I helped her.  She left my boxers on and straddled my knees, reaching for my cock. I was as hard as rock, aching for her touch and I moaned when she stroked me through the fabric. She pulled the waistband of the boxers up gently until my cock popped free, they were were off and I was as naked as she was.

She wrapped her fingers around my cock and began to pump it slowly, running her hands up and down. I groaned, putty in her hands. She kissed the tip of my cock then opened her mouth and licked the underside. Just as she was about to take me in her mouth, I held her arm.

“I’m so fucking horny,” I said, “I don’t want to cum in your mouth. Let me fuck you.”

“But I want to give you a blowjob.”

“I know,” I said and reached down, to massage her clit. She closed her eyes, lost to everything and moved herself until she was straddling my hips. I held my cock up and it brushed against her pussy lips, making us both gasp.

She eased herself down, slowly and gently, until she was resting on my hips, my cock completely swallowed up by her pussy.

"Oh God, that feels so good,” she whispered.

She began to rock her hips up and down, building up speed, until she was literally bouncing on my cock. She was gasping and groaning with every thrust I made, consumed with pleasure. I gripped her hips and we worked out a wonderful, pleasurable, powerful rhythm, with me pounding into her. Her tits jumped as she moved and I grabbed at them, pulling on her nipples as we picked up the pace.

She bent at the waist, still working her hips, to kiss me on the lips. The sound of her groin hitting mine was wonderful and I ran my hands up and down her back, still thrusting hard into her.

She was panting now. "Oh, I’m going to cum.”

“Do it, cum for me.”

She sat up and I kept my left hand on her tit, playing with her nipple and slid the thumb of my right hand between, the add extra friction to her clit.  She threw her head back, crying out with pleasure. A red blush spread across her chest and her pussy walls gripped my cock tightly but I kept thrusting hard. 

A few moments later she reached back to caress my balls and that was it, with a shout I came in her, emptying my balls into her flexing pussy.  She rode me until I was done and then laid on me, kissing my lips and cheek, still breathing heavily.

“Wow,” she said, “that was a fuck.”

“Yeah, happy new year.”

She giggled and rolled off me, my cock sliding out of her pussy with a wet sound.  She laid next to me, an arm draped over my chest, her nipples still hard as they pressed into my side.

“Yes,” she said, “happy new year Pete.”

A sexy Christmas Do!

As per usual, my firm didn't do anything for Christmas this year - not that I particularly wanted to go anywhere with my managers - so I went for a meal with my colleagues and we had a good time.  Christina's place, as they normally do, really pushed the boat out and we had a cracking time.

They took over a ballroom in a hotel near the centre of town, a subsidised bar, great food and a brilliant disco.  We had a great time, dancing harder than we had in Barcelona though there wasn't a chance to get away with anything much more than a fumble.

On the other hand, there was some cracking totty there (other companies had rented out other rooms) and I managed to photograph a few of them, just for you dear reader.

I hope you and yours have a lovely and safe Christmas!

Enjoy!

 I have no idea who these people are but the lady on the left is showing a nice bit of leg!

 Christina's boss and his partner, who had enormous tits.

 These two ladies apparently work in HR.  Friendly place...

 Mmmm, Christmas boobs from Christina!

 She definitely didn't work for the company but I wish I could have seen more of her!

One of the bar staff - very sexy!

It wouldn't be Christmas without a kiss under the mistletoe, would it?

In the kitchen with Christina

I’d spent the weekend at Christina’s place and we’d have a lovely, if somewhat dirty time.  Every opportunity we had to steal a kiss or a grope had been taken and this behaviour was just winding the pair of us up more and more.

On Sunday morning, her friend Karen dropped in unexpectedly for a coffee.  I’d met her two or three times in the past and whilst there wasn’t anything I could put my finger on, we just didn’t seem to hit it off particularly well.  We were polite and friendly but that was about it, though I tried to rise above it all for Christina’s sake.

I’d just had a shower and was coming down the stairs, clad in my boxers and a dressing gown, when Karen arrived.  Christina led her into the lounge, smiled at me as I walked down the stairs and then went into the kitchen.  I poked my head around the lounge door, said a quick hello and made polite small-talk with Karen for a minute or so and then headed into the kitchen.

Christina was standing at the hob with her back to me, reading the paper as she waited for the kettle to boil.  I stood in the doorway, simply looking at - and admiring - her.  She was wearing green shorts and a t-shirt, what she wore in bed and I knew that her nipples - if hard - would be clearly visible through the thin material.  I felt myself begin to get hard and adjusted my robe, idly wondering just how long I had before the kettle stopped and Karen might be able to hear me.

I crept into the room and Christina didn’t realise I was there until I was two or three steps away.  I circled my arms around her belly, leaned in close and kissed her neck.

“Morning,” she said, “do you want some coffee?”

“Morning,” I replied, “and no, I want more of you.”

She turned, pressed herself against me and reached down to touch my cock through the robe.  “So you do, it seems.  And what were you after?”

I laughed.  “Whatever I can get?”

“Not much,” she said, leaning closer and still rubbing my cock.  Her lips brushed mine.  “You saw that Karen’s here.”

“So how about a snog?”

We kissed, pressing against each other and I cupped her tits through her t-shirt.  The whole thing felt fucking fantastic.

“You’re terrible,” she said.

“I try, but you turn me on so much, I don’t know how else to behave.”

She smiled.  “I don’t mind, just don’t embarrass Karen making too much noise.”

“Fine,” I said, “I won’t.  Turn around.”

“What are you going to do?”

“You’ll find out, just turn around.”

She did as I asked and I wrapped my arms around her again.  I slid my right hand between her legs over her shorts and moved my left hand up, over her belly, her chest and her nipples.  They sprang to attention instantly.

I started to rub her clit through her shorts and she leaned her head back on my shoulder, moaning quietly.  I slid my hand under the waistband of her shorts and loved the fact that her pussy was already damp.

“Bend over the worktop,” I said and she did it straight away.  I pulled her short down a little, rubbing my hands over her arsecheeks gently.  I crouched down slightly and slipped my hand between her legs.  She leaned forward, her hands flat against the worktop.

I moved to her side and made a V of my fingers, rubbing her outer lips without penetrating her at all.  “Do you want me rub your pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to finger-fuck your pussy even though you can’t make a sound because of Karen?  Would you like that?”  As I’d hoped, the dirty talk was getting her going.  She nodded her head, gasped out a yes.  “Then don’t move, stay bent over like this and I’ll rub your clit until you cum.  Do you want that?”

“Mm-hmm,” she half-said, half-moaned.

I put my left hand on the small of her back and my right hand in between her legs.  My palm covered her pussy while the tips of my fingers rested on her clit.  I began to rub it gently, in a circular movement and carried on until she started to moan.  Then I pumped my hand hard against her pussy, the palm running back and forth across her lips whilst my fingers played on her clit.

“Oh, yeah, just like that, keep doing that.”  Christina spread her legs a little more, so I started rubbing a bit harder until I was really pumping her, my hand getting slick with her juices.  I grabbed her left tit, playing with her nipple and she moved back, sticking her arse out.  She looked so fucking sexy, I dipped my head to lick at the top of her bum-crack.

I tried to get everything moving in unison, my palm and fingers on her pussy and clit, my fingers on her nipple and my tongue playing at the top of her buttocks.  Her breath quickened, her tits heaving and I rubbed harder, with gusto, as she neared her orgasm, her pussy dripping.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped, “oh, I’m cumming.”

Although I slowed the pace and let go of her nipple, I massaged her pussy as she came until she was squirming at my touch, as wet as fuck.  I was glad the kettle was rattling on, as I was sure that Karen would have been able to hear the squelching.

It took Christina a moment to get her breath back and when she turned slowly to face me, she still had a slightly spaced out look in her eyes.  She kissed me gently and rubbed my cock through the robe, then dropped to her knees.

She opened the dressing gown and my cock sprang to attention through the fly.  She smiled and put her hands on my chest, then hotched forward slightly.  She kissed from the inside of my left knee up to my waist, across my belly - just avoiding the head of my cock - and then down to my right knee.  She moved up slightly, breathing over my cock and making it bob and kissed my belly button.  Her fingers played with my nipples.  I leaned back against the worktop, trying so hard not to make any noise.

“Are you ready?” she asked, looking up at me through her eyelashes.

“Oh yes.”

She licked her lips, bent forward and licked around the head of my cock.  Then, without warning, she slipped my cock deep into her mouth and cupped my balls with her right hand as her head bobbed up and down.

“Show me your tits,” I said and without removing my cock from her mouth, she used one hand to lift up her t-shirt.  From this angle, everything about her looked great but her tits were out of this world.

She let my cock slide out of her mouth and, spreading her tongue, began to lick up and down the shaft, playing with my balls all the time.

“How are we going to do this?” I said.

Christina looked up and me and frowned.

“The kettle’s almost done and we can’t even have a quickie with Karen in the lounge but with this view and the feeling of you working me over, I’m going to be cumming soon.”

She stopped licking my cock long enough to say, “How about you cum on my tits?” before smirking and then taking my cock back into her mouth.

I wanted to moan and groan and make some noise like I normally did, but having to be quiet, having to pretend this wasn’t happening, but making the whole thing more erotic.  I let myself go, not needing to keep going, but willing and able to let the moment hit me.

She stopped sucking my cock but kept it close to her mouth, wrapping the fingers of her left hand around it tight, wanking me hard.  She put out her tongue and ran it over the tip of my cock, her hand getting faster and tighter with each stroke.

I watched her, the blur of her hand, the quick flicks of her tongue, her tits wobbling with the motion and it was too much.

“I’m going to cum,” I hissed and she moved into a squatting position, so that my cock was level with her chest.  Her tits shook with her movement and I watched her nipples, transfixed by the sheer beauty of them.

“Cum on me,” she said, “cum on my tits.”

The moment was coming, getting there quicker and quicker, watching her and feeling her fingers on my cock and rubbing my balls.

“I’m there,” I gasped and started cumming, the first jet of spunk hitting her left breast squarely just about the nipple.  She kept moving her hand, pointing my cock at her other tit, wanting some of the cum on there.  She didn’t stop wanking me and I was trying really hard not to make a sound, but it was tough, watching my spunk paint her chest.

The kettle clicked off and I bit into my fist until I wasn’t cumming any more and she finished wanking me.  Christina leaned forward and she kissed and licked my cock thoroughly until it started to go soft.

She stood up, cupping her tits and admiring the cum smeared over them.  “Now that was dirty,” she whispered.

“It was.”

She pulled a sheet of kitchen roll free and wiped most of my spunk away, then let her t-shirt fall down.  “I think a shower might be in order,” she said.

“What about Karen?”

“Oh you and I will go and sit with Karen for a drink and it’ll be our dirty little secret.”  She grinned and got cups from the cupboard.  “What do you think?”

Christina, my favourite model

She's a beautiful woman in every sense of the word - she's attractive, she's funny, she loves me - and I often rope her in to little model shoots when I get the inclination.  Thankfully for me, she's amenable to my inclinations (wahey!), so here's a celebration of my beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend!

Enjoy!

The Halloween party

We went to my friend Mick's Halloween party last night and it was an absolute stormer.  He declared it was fancy dress and whilst most of the blokes were content to go as various iterations of cut-price superheroes, a lot of the girls really went to town.  It reminded me a lot of the costumes I saw at the Comic-Con event he invited me to at the NEC (to be reminded, here’s the link).  I went as Indiana Jones, which meant I wore chinos, an old shirt, a leather jacket and a hat, though they only one I could find in Toys R Us that fitted was a cowboy hat!

Christina went as Catwoman (I have a real thing about Michelle Pfeiffer in the Tim Burton Batman) and I was really pleased, especially since she unzipped the top and wore a Wonderbra!

Anyway, the party went with a real swing, had a fantastic time and far too much to drink.  We got a taxi back to mine and helped each other in.

“We can’t go to bed yet,” she said, “I’m dirty and I need to shower.” 

She kicked off her boots into the corner and noticed that her feet were bare.  That was a delicious sight but better was to come.  Her costume, which looked like PVC but wasn’t, was in two pieces, the join hidden by her utility belt.  She undid the zip and peeled the top off, folding the thing up before dropping it onto the floor.  I stared at her cleavage in the Wonderbra, feeling as if I was seeing her tits for the first time.

She stumbled on the stairs, so I helped her up and we made it to the bathroom before gravity took hold.  She sat on the edge of the bath but her world must have tilted slightly because she slid back into it.  I still had hold of her arm so managed to slow her down but she ended up in a sitting position by the taps.  She giggled and smiled at me, biting her lip and she looked so fucking amazing that I felt my cock stir - the lip and the cleavage were having an effect, even in my state.

“Water,” she ordered, waving at the showerhead, jiggling with mirth.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her breasts joggled in her bra, soft and bouncy with her stiff nipples clearly visible and she looked at me with half-lidded eyes.

“I think you want a drink,” I said, “I do.  Not a shower.”

Her gaze roved down to my trousers.  “But I’m dirty and sweaty,” she said and smiled knowingly, unclipping her bra and putting it on the floor.  It wasn’t a graceful move.

“Good thinking,” I said, staring at her tits, “you don’t want to get that wet!”

Christina’s drunken gaze settled again on push of my cock in my trousers.  I looked at her tits and the soft swell of her belly and my erection just got harder and harder.

“You’re bad,” she said and reached for me, snagging her fingers in the waistband and pulling them down as best she could.  I undid my belt, pushed them down a little further and my cock sprang to attention.  It was making a tent in my boxers and she pulled them down too, grinning at me.

I held my breath, not entirely sure what was going to happen.  I mean it felt great to be free, with my drunk and stupidly hard cock waving in Christina’s face, but I wasn’t sure we could shag in this state.  In fact, I was now having to concentrate on standing up straight - between the booze and the intoxication of seeing her, I felt like I was going to topple.  I put a hand against the tiled wall in an effort to keep myself steady.

Looking down, my cock seemed huge and my balls were tight to my body.  Christina was staring at my package, smiling and then she moved, pulling herself up.

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere,” she said, “sit on the edge of the bath.”

She climbed out, trying to be steady and knelt in front of me, patting my legs to give her the space to get in between.

“What are you doing?”

“Can’t leave you with this, can I?” she said and wrapped her fingers around the head of my cock, her palm hard against the tip.  She wiggled it lightly, sending pulses of pleasure down my cock and into my balls.  When she saw me shudder with pleasure, she began to stroke it up and down, getting the rhythm just right and wanking me off in such a way that my cock seemed to get even harder.

The feeling was incredible and I drank in the sights too - her movements made her tits jiggle and I reached down to cup them, flicking her nipples with my fingers.  She moved her head forward, her lips brushing the tip of my cock but never quite connecting.  Her hands moved up and down as if they belonged here and knew exactly what to do to give me the most pleasure possible.

“You’re enjoying this,” she said, “it feels really hard.”

“You’re so fucking horny,” I said, biting my lip and pressing my hand against the wall.  The sensations were threatening to make my already unstable legs even more so.

“I want your cock,” she slurred and before I had a chance to say anything, she took the tip of it into her mouth.  Just the head at first, sucking lightly, running her hot tongue around its contours. She looked up at me with her pretty green eyes, as if seeking approval.

“That looks great,” I said.

That seemed to spur her on and she sucked in as much of my shaft as she could comfortably take, her tongue flicking spit around my cock.  Once I was good and wet, she sucked my cock hard, bobbing her head up and down, still wanking me when her lips were around the head.

I squeezed her tits, caressing and playing with the nipples and she groaned, sucking harder.  The combination was almost too much and I knew it wouldn’t be long.  She reached up and began to tickle my balls, running her fingers over them lightly.

“Keep sucking,” I gasped, “I’m going to cum soon.”

“Yes?” she said and let my cock slip out of her mouth. “Am I going to make you cum?”

She sucked my cock back into her mouth, one hand wanking me, the other playing with my balls.

“I’m close,” I said, expecting her to slow down but she didn’t.  She sucked me fast and rhythmically and when I really started to moan and my body tightened up, she slid my cock noisily out of her mouth and worked her hand up and down, aiming it at her mouth.  I grabbed the edge of the bath, to stop myself from falling in but Christina didn’t stop, her wanking hand smeared with pre-cum. 

I grunted and she gave a dirty laugh and squeezed my cock as I shot my first stream of cum onto her lips.  A spurt hit her chin but she didn’t stop, stroking my cock hard to milk it of everything.  I breathed deeply, my knees suddenly feeling weak and jittery.  I was still cumming, my spunk now hitting her cheek and nose and she didn’t break eye contact the whole time.

When she was done, Christina’s face and chest had streaks of my cum all over them but she didn’t seem to care.  Instead, she laughed and licked the cum from her lips.

 “Now I’m dirty,” she said and smiled.

“Now,” I said, “you’re fucking gorgeous.”

Licking Christina

I kissed the inside of her thighs, working my way ever closer to her pussy, which looked damp and eager. I moved slowly, savouring the taste and feel of her skin. As I got to her pussy, I flicked the lips lightly with my tongue. Her body shook and she made a groaning sound, deep in her throat. I flattened my tongue and ran it up and down her slit, pressing hard, my right hand on her belly with the thumb against her clit, my lift hand on her arse, my index finger dangerously close to her arsehole. I wanted to press it into there but didn’t want to freak her out.

I made my tongue hard and slid it past her lips, into the depths of her juicy cunt. I lapped at the juices and my thumb started to work overtime. She put her hands on the back of my head, urging me deeper and I tongue fucked her, flicking her clit like it would save our lives.

I slid a finger inside her tight, wet pussy. Her scent was raw and filled my senses, driving my cock wild. I slid another finger inside her cunt and it went easily, with all of the lubrication. She moaned loudly and I began to massage her swollen clit with my tongue, tasting her musky juice. I slid my tongue up and down her lips, then circled around her clit as my fingers continued to fuck her. Her breathing became ragged as she lifted her legs to part her pussy more and she put her feet on my shoulders. This gave me the ability to slide another finger inside her cunt, her moan this time was one of deep pleasure.

She dug her toes into my shoulder blades and tried to pull me even closer in to her pussy which was now so wet juices actually flowed from her. I slid my fingers out, deciding to finish her off with my tongue. I began massaging her clit with my thumb while I pushed my tongue as deep inside as I could. She moaned constantly now as I fucked her with my tongue, faster and faster until I felt her body began to tremble and she dug her heels into my back and pulled me closer in, mashing my nose up against her clit as she shook violently from the force of her orgasm. Her juices coated my face and dribbled down my chin and her legs rested over my shoulders.

I kept licking and flicking until she asked - begged - me to stop and then I kneeled up between her legs, my cock leaking pre-cum.

What I saw in Barcelona!

Here are some pictures I took in Barcelona that seem to fit right into the ethos of this blog!

On the beach and around abouts...

In a bar, on the Port Olympic

and Christina, my lovely Christina...

 Mmmm, let me nosh on your sausage...