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Monday, 31 October 2016

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.”

Wednesday, 30 December 2015

Happy New Year

I just want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who's popped along to this blog over the past few months (and years) and say 'Happy New Year'!

I look forward to posting more adventures in 2016!

Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Happy New Year!

I just want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who's visited the blog (especially those who've emailed and sent pics) over the past year and say 'Happy New Year'!

I wish you and yours the very best wishes and look forward to posting more adventures in 2015!

Thursday, 20 February 2014

Christina pleasures me (with a wank)

I parked up near to the bank and we walked along the High street, heading for a pub to catch a crafty pint before our table was due.  As we passed a little service alley that ran between the Royal Hotel and a jewellers, Christina grabbed me and pushed me in.  Three steps into the alley and we were sufficiently in the shadows enough that anyone walking by the street - and there weren’t many people about - wouldn’t be able to see us clearly.  The end of the alley was in darkness.
“What’s going on?” I said.
Christina pushed me against the wall, pressing her body against me and kissed me hard, moving from my lips to my ear and then to my neck.  Her hands moved across me, caressing my chest through my shirt and running lower, across my belly.  She unbuttoned my shirt, letting her cool, soft fingers stray onto my skin at every opportunity.  As she got higher, she leaned down and flicked my nipples with her tongue.
“Take it off,” he said and I did as she asked, glorying in the sudden exposure.
She bit her lip and then slipped her hands into the waistband of my chinos, pushing down until she connected with the tip of my cock.  Smiling, she slowly undid my belt, then the button and zip and pulled my trousers down to my knees.  My cock was already standing to attention, tenting my boxers.  She reached through the slit and the connection, of her hand and my cock, was like being jolted with electricity.  She pulled my boxers down. “Beautiful,” she said, kneeling down in front of me and licking her lips, “I love the look of your balls.”
I watched her staring at my cock, there didn’t seem to be anything to say.  I shifted back slightly, so that I could see straight down the front of her blouse.  Her tits were hidden by a bra but I could see the nipples standing proud through the material.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she said and wrapped her fingers around my cock.  “I was in a meeting this afternoon and all I could think of was this.”  With her left index finger she traced the thick vein from my balls up to my glans.  I groaned.
“Like it?”
“Oh yes.  It was a killer, licking you out last night and then going home and I was desperate to have a wank.”
“But you didn’t, did you?”  She rubbed the palm of her hand over my glans.
“No, because you’d promised for tonight.”
“And I always keep my promises.”  She smiled and tugged back my foreskin as she began to stroke my cock.  “This is looking very nice and hard.”
“It has been every time I’ve thought about you today.”
“You must have stayed sitting for quite a while then.”
I smiled and she varied the speed of her hand.  I made a sound that was midway between a sigh and a moan.
 “Oh you like that, do you?”
She carried on massaging my cock, smiling as she kept eye contact.  As her right hand stroked me, her left played with my balls and she fondled them between her fingers, tickling and tugging gently.  After a few minutes, she leaned towards me but rather than go for my cock went for my balls.
She gently licked them, exploring my testicles from top to bottom and side to side. She teased them with her teeth and in between playful ball nips nuzzled my balls with soft loving kisses, wanking me all the time.  After a few moments she leaned back, her lips shiny with saliva and gave her full attention to my cock.  She squeezed it in the middle and watched as a clear drop of cum slid out of the top.  Sticking out her tongue, she flicked the tip at my cockhead and licked the dribble up.  The tantalising sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through my cock and up my spine. She stuck out her tongue again and began to flick the tip of my cock quickly, almost in a frenzy.
Christina parted her ruby red lips and sucked my cock into her mouth.  Securely gripping it between her lips, she sucked the head of my cock like it was the last one she would ever blow. The sensation was exquisite and the suction was so great, it felt as if drops of cum were being sucked right out of me. 
I put my hands to my sides, palms against the cool wall, trying to brace myself.  When she released the suction and slowly worked her way up the length of my cock till all of it was in her mouth, I wanted to sit down, the pleasure was so intense.  As she swallowed as much as she could, I felt her breath on my lower belly.  I don’t think anyone had ever given me such a deep blowjob and although I was worried about her breathing, I didn’t want her to stop, the sensations were too much! 
Finally, she slowly pulled back and started to bob up and down on my cock, but never let it go fully, her lips were always clamped to the tip. 
The constant movement - and watching her - was too much and I leaned down, rubbing her tits through her top.  Without missing a beat, she undid the first three buttons on her blouse, pulled it open and slipped her tits out of her bra.
“Fuck,” I hissed and she looked up at me, her eyes wide and bright.  “Fuck me,” I said and leaned forward, my fingers finding the soft flesh of her tits and the harder tautness of her nipples.  She kept moving her head and I quickly realised I was holding back the urge to begin thrusting into her mouth, when I heard Christina mutter something.
“Fuck my mouth,” she mumbled.
“What?” I asked, not sure I’d heard it right.
She let my cock slip out of her mouth and glanced at me.  “Fuck my mouth,” she said, “just don’t be too rough.”
Christina gripped the base of my shaft and slowly swallowed it up again.  When she was comfortable, she let it go and put her hands on my belly as I held the sides of her head and leaned back slightly.  I pulled out slowly and then leaned forward with my pelvis, watching my cock slide into her mouth.  It was an incredibly horny sight and knowing that I had full power made it even better.  I slowly drove my cock in and out as Christina stared up at me coquettishly.
Her eyes were wide, as if she was as enraptured by the exchange of control as I was.  She watched me, her eyes twinkling, as I gasped and moved faster and faster.  Soon, I was shoving almost the entire length of my cock into her mouth and it was slick with drool.  My hips rocked back and forth quickly as I fucked her mouth.
I leaned forward, reaching for her breasts and I played with them, her tongue playing with the tip whenever it got a chance to.
After a while, she pulled back, working her lips on the glans.
“Shit, was I too rough?”
Holding my cock hard in her hand, she wiped her lips and looked at me.  “No, not at all, it was good but I’m starting to ache a bit now.”
Before I could say anything she slipped my cock back into her mouth and ran her lips across the eye.  The stimulation - warm breath, wet tongue, soft lips - was fantastic and she made a noise like a satisfied “mmm” as I tweaked her nipples.  I watched her work on my cock, her cheeks drawn in from the vacuum and she took me in at an angle till I was visibly poking out of her cheeks.
Her pursed lips slid up and down my shaft faster and faster, her head bobbing  as  she stole glances from me. There was fun in her eyes and delight too.  The wet noises, my cock moving in her mouth and her saliva, were clearly audible and I groaned.  She was so good, this whole thing had been so good, I knew I couldn’t hold off for much longer.  My sounds and the squirming of my cock must have alerted Christina and she responded by keeping pace and sucking as fast as she could.
“I’m going to cum,” I gasped.
She nodded but didn’t move her mouth.  She’d already told me she didn’t like to swallow but I couldn’t do anything about that now, it was hard enough trying to stay on my feet.
As I got ever closer to coming, she let my cock slide out of her mouth and her hands instantly replaced her lips.  She wanked me, fast and hard, my cock pointing at her face and chest.  She slid her left arm under her tits and smiled at me, licking her lips.
“Oh, I’m going to…”
She moved herself to the side slightly but didn’t change her speed.  The first jet of cum caught her by surprise and she smiled, still pumping her hand.  I came in great spurts, which hit the wall and floor and her bare leg. 
I had to beg her to stop in the end.
“Wow,” I said, “I loved that.”

“My pleasure,” she said and kissed my drooping cock loudly on the head.  She quickly rubbed my cum into her leg and stood up, slipping her tits back into her bra as if we were standing in her bedroom.

Sunday, 3 November 2013

Mick's Halloween Party

The Halloween party that my friend Mick threw 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 - I haven’t watched the Anne Hathaway version) 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.”

Monday, 31 December 2012

Happy New Year!

I just want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who's popped along to this blog over the past few months and say 'Happy New Year'! I look forward to posting more adventures in 2013!