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Last night in Dublin I had a reunion with two friends who moved to Canada and are over here for a short visit. They are staying a top hotel in town. It ended up being a very late night.
Ten years ago, Paul and Heather had moved back to Ireland briefly, that time from Australia. They weren't sure about staying. Jobs were easy to find but property prices were crazy. They didn't want to commit a fortune at the top of the market. But short term leases were tough to find too. So, being a long time friend of Paul's, I offered to let them stay at my place until they figured things out. I told them stay for a year if they wanted. I was happy to have them around as I had just split up with my long term partner and the house felt empty.
They took up the offer. It ended up going better that I ever dreamed.
Paul was a doctor, and we had been friends in university through playing rugby. Heather was new to me - though I had heard a lot about her in calls from Paul over the previous year.
Paul and Heather had got together when he did a lucrative locum job in Dubai. She was already working in the hospital as an OR nurse, and had been there almost a year. She was Irish too.
In those days, in these gulf state hospitals, most of the medical and nursing staff tend to be westerners - many Americans, Irish, English, Swedish and Australians attracted by the high tax-free salaries and paid holiday travel. But there was always a oF of expat cabin fever. Local girls are not available for sex generally, so these expat hospital communities are high octane. People who went out there for 2-3 week locum jobs were referred to by the long-termers as "fresh meat". If they were in any way interested, and most were, the three week stint could involve a lot of fucking as well as work.
Paul met Heather at the start of his third week. By then he had fucked about a dozen nurses, sometimes more than one a night at the block parties that rolled throughout the campus all through the week. Paul was a good-lucking guy, dark haired, sallow-skinned but with spectacular blue eyes that women fell for. He couldn't believe his luck, getting paid a lucrative tax free daily rate and having the chance to do more fucking than if he were in the red light district in Amsterdam.
Heather must have impressed him in bed, because once he met her, rather than adding any more notches to his belt, he only fucked her for the rest of the trip. Heather must have enjoyed the sex too - soon after he went back to his regular surgical training post in Sydney she got a work visa for Australia and followed him there.
Now they were in my house, I could see that Heather was a very hot looking, petite blonde, with a superb body. It occurred to me as I checked her out discreetly while they moved in, that she was the kind of pretty white girl you would cast in an interrracial scene with LT or Pince Yahshua just for the contrast, as well as for the visual impact of the big black dick pounding the the lil' white gal.
Soon after they settled in to a routine I could see that indeed they fucked a lot, and Heather often instigated the sex. She would drag Paul off for sex in the shower, or take him upstairs in the early evening, and soon I would hear the sounds of their sex. They fucked energetically. Heather liked to give instructions and commentary aloud, and as she approached orgasm she screamed filthy expletives at Paul to fuck the shit out of her, murder her pussy, and so on..... npthing was left to the imagination.
They usually left their bedroom door ajar which meant the sound carried. It was arousing. Before long I got into a routine of going to my room while they were fucking, and masturbating to the sounds of them having sex.
One evening they were having a long fucking session, and I decided to pleasure myself to the sound of their sex. My room was next door to theirs, and this had become my habit at night, as I lay in bed alone while they fucked. This evening it was earlier and I had just got naked and lay on the bed, edging my cock to their lovemaking sounds.
After they had stopped fucking, I was lying on the bed on my back, continuing to edge, when Heather's head popped round the door. I was totally busted but she was embarrassed too.
"Sorry!" she said, "I didn't know you were here, I was just going to use your ensuite to pee. I'll go down the hall to the bathroom."
Red-faced, I covered myself with my duvet and said "Nah, go ahead, use the ensuite"
I was surprised when she said "OK" and came in the door, crossng the room by my bed to get to the ensuite bathroom. She was naked but quite unabashed. I guess she had seen me just as exposed!
In the moment, as she passed by, I could smell her perfume but also the unmistakeable smell of sex, that unique odour when a man and a woman's cum mixes to form a new delicious fluid. I noticed that she had cum glistening on her trimmed bush and on her belly. Paul must have pulled out and ejaculated on her at the end, I thought....
In a flash she had disappeared into the bathroom. I heard her peeing and then washing. The smell had turned me on and my erection had returned. I resumed masturbating, this time under the cover of the duvet. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure of the moment, stroking my cock quickly.
Suddenly, I felt cool air on my belly and cock. I opened my eyes. Heather was standing by the bed with a stranfe grin on her face. She had lifted the duvet up to see me again.
"Gotcha again!!"she laughed.
Before I could say or do anything, she sat on the bed, looking at my erection.
"Nice" she said. "Would you like me to finish you?"
It was a rhetorical question. Asked and answered. From her position on the edge of the bed, she took my cock in her hand, as I lay back and let her do as she pleased. She stroked me expertly, lightly and with great skill. Her touch reminded me of the very best Thai masseuses I had met in my years in Amsterdam.
Heather leaned over and started licking the tip of my now rampant cock, while continuing the shaft massage with one hand, and cupping my balls in the other. From my balls, which she squeezed pleasantly, her fingers wandered south. Soon she had inserted a digit into my buttole while continuing her massage of my throbbing cock with her other hand. She used her mouth too, intermittently kissing and licking my glans as I oozed precum for her delectation.
"Give it up to me!!" she whispered urgently.
I relaxed and let myself ejaculate, jets of hot sperm shooting from my grateful penis into her mouth, which was now enveloping my head as she continued strong massage and pushed a second finger up my arse. I came so hard I almost fainted. It was marvellous.
She swallowed it all, and then got up and went back to the bathroom.
She re-emerged with a little dollop of toothpaste on her finger and used it to rub her teeth. I thought it was to get the taste of my sperm out of her mouth but then she said "Have you ever had this?" and proceeded to suck the head of my cock again.
As she sucked me, I felt a rising hotness, an inflammation in my glans. The peppermint and the coarseness of the toothpaste was the cause. It was almost unpleasant but it got me hard as a rock, and she gobbled my cock with abandon, working me really fast, her head bobbing up and down. Then she took her mouth away and used both her hands to stroke me tightly and hard and faster and faster until she was ripping my cock and i felt as strong as a gladiator and then I burst again, going into spasm and cumming more liquid clear sperm than the first time, but the feeling was totally different, very strong in a more deep in your belly muscular way, than in a head orgasm way.
"Jesus Heather!" I gasped. "That was fucking marvellous"
"I have to go back to Paul" she said.
"Don't worry, I'll tell him about this and he'll be cool with it. When we met in Dubai we did some mad things at parties. He knows I have been with lots of men. In fact, I'm going to see if he would be up for a threesome, if you would."
And before I could say anything she said "See ya!" and was gone back to Paul's bed.
I lay there, heart pounding. I wondered how would Paul react but mostly I was just literally drained by Heather's fantastic ministrations. No wonder Paul was with her above all others.
I could hear them speaking in low voices, then it went quiet, but not for long. They had started fucking again.
"What a gal!" I thought, as I drifted off to Neverland and dreams of a threesome yet to come.
Ten years ago, Paul and Heather had moved back to Ireland briefly, that time from Australia. They weren't sure about staying. Jobs were easy to find but property prices were crazy. They didn't want to commit a fortune at the top of the market. But short term leases were tough to find too. So, being a long time friend of Paul's, I offered to let them stay at my place until they figured things out. I told them stay for a year if they wanted. I was happy to have them around as I had just split up with my long term partner and the house felt empty.
They took up the offer. It ended up going better that I ever dreamed.
Paul was a doctor, and we had been friends in university through playing rugby. Heather was new to me - though I had heard a lot about her in calls from Paul over the previous year.
Paul and Heather had got together when he did a lucrative locum job in Dubai. She was already working in the hospital as an OR nurse, and had been there almost a year. She was Irish too.
In those days, in these gulf state hospitals, most of the medical and nursing staff tend to be westerners - many Americans, Irish, English, Swedish and Australians attracted by the high tax-free salaries and paid holiday travel. But there was always a oF of expat cabin fever. Local girls are not available for sex generally, so these expat hospital communities are high octane. People who went out there for 2-3 week locum jobs were referred to by the long-termers as "fresh meat". If they were in any way interested, and most were, the three week stint could involve a lot of fucking as well as work.
Paul met Heather at the start of his third week. By then he had fucked about a dozen nurses, sometimes more than one a night at the block parties that rolled throughout the campus all through the week. Paul was a good-lucking guy, dark haired, sallow-skinned but with spectacular blue eyes that women fell for. He couldn't believe his luck, getting paid a lucrative tax free daily rate and having the chance to do more fucking than if he were in the red light district in Amsterdam.
Heather must have impressed him in bed, because once he met her, rather than adding any more notches to his belt, he only fucked her for the rest of the trip. Heather must have enjoyed the sex too - soon after he went back to his regular surgical training post in Sydney she got a work visa for Australia and followed him there.
Now they were in my house, I could see that Heather was a very hot looking, petite blonde, with a superb body. It occurred to me as I checked her out discreetly while they moved in, that she was the kind of pretty white girl you would cast in an interrracial scene with LT or Pince Yahshua just for the contrast, as well as for the visual impact of the big black dick pounding the the lil' white gal.
Soon after they settled in to a routine I could see that indeed they fucked a lot, and Heather often instigated the sex. She would drag Paul off for sex in the shower, or take him upstairs in the early evening, and soon I would hear the sounds of their sex. They fucked energetically. Heather liked to give instructions and commentary aloud, and as she approached orgasm she screamed filthy expletives at Paul to fuck the shit out of her, murder her pussy, and so on..... npthing was left to the imagination.
They usually left their bedroom door ajar which meant the sound carried. It was arousing. Before long I got into a routine of going to my room while they were fucking, and masturbating to the sounds of them having sex.
One evening they were having a long fucking session, and I decided to pleasure myself to the sound of their sex. My room was next door to theirs, and this had become my habit at night, as I lay in bed alone while they fucked. This evening it was earlier and I had just got naked and lay on the bed, edging my cock to their lovemaking sounds.
After they had stopped fucking, I was lying on the bed on my back, continuing to edge, when Heather's head popped round the door. I was totally busted but she was embarrassed too.
"Sorry!" she said, "I didn't know you were here, I was just going to use your ensuite to pee. I'll go down the hall to the bathroom."
Red-faced, I covered myself with my duvet and said "Nah, go ahead, use the ensuite"
I was surprised when she said "OK" and came in the door, crossng the room by my bed to get to the ensuite bathroom. She was naked but quite unabashed. I guess she had seen me just as exposed!
In the moment, as she passed by, I could smell her perfume but also the unmistakeable smell of sex, that unique odour when a man and a woman's cum mixes to form a new delicious fluid. I noticed that she had cum glistening on her trimmed bush and on her belly. Paul must have pulled out and ejaculated on her at the end, I thought....
In a flash she had disappeared into the bathroom. I heard her peeing and then washing. The smell had turned me on and my erection had returned. I resumed masturbating, this time under the cover of the duvet. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure of the moment, stroking my cock quickly.
Suddenly, I felt cool air on my belly and cock. I opened my eyes. Heather was standing by the bed with a stranfe grin on her face. She had lifted the duvet up to see me again.
"Gotcha again!!"she laughed.
Before I could say or do anything, she sat on the bed, looking at my erection.
"Nice" she said. "Would you like me to finish you?"
It was a rhetorical question. Asked and answered. From her position on the edge of the bed, she took my cock in her hand, as I lay back and let her do as she pleased. She stroked me expertly, lightly and with great skill. Her touch reminded me of the very best Thai masseuses I had met in my years in Amsterdam.
Heather leaned over and started licking the tip of my now rampant cock, while continuing the shaft massage with one hand, and cupping my balls in the other. From my balls, which she squeezed pleasantly, her fingers wandered south. Soon she had inserted a digit into my buttole while continuing her massage of my throbbing cock with her other hand. She used her mouth too, intermittently kissing and licking my glans as I oozed precum for her delectation.
"Give it up to me!!" she whispered urgently.
I relaxed and let myself ejaculate, jets of hot sperm shooting from my grateful penis into her mouth, which was now enveloping my head as she continued strong massage and pushed a second finger up my arse. I came so hard I almost fainted. It was marvellous.
She swallowed it all, and then got up and went back to the bathroom.
She re-emerged with a little dollop of toothpaste on her finger and used it to rub her teeth. I thought it was to get the taste of my sperm out of her mouth but then she said "Have you ever had this?" and proceeded to suck the head of my cock again.
As she sucked me, I felt a rising hotness, an inflammation in my glans. The peppermint and the coarseness of the toothpaste was the cause. It was almost unpleasant but it got me hard as a rock, and she gobbled my cock with abandon, working me really fast, her head bobbing up and down. Then she took her mouth away and used both her hands to stroke me tightly and hard and faster and faster until she was ripping my cock and i felt as strong as a gladiator and then I burst again, going into spasm and cumming more liquid clear sperm than the first time, but the feeling was totally different, very strong in a more deep in your belly muscular way, than in a head orgasm way.
"Jesus Heather!" I gasped. "That was fucking marvellous"
"I have to go back to Paul" she said.
"Don't worry, I'll tell him about this and he'll be cool with it. When we met in Dubai we did some mad things at parties. He knows I have been with lots of men. In fact, I'm going to see if he would be up for a threesome, if you would."
And before I could say anything she said "See ya!" and was gone back to Paul's bed.
I lay there, heart pounding. I wondered how would Paul react but mostly I was just literally drained by Heather's fantastic ministrations. No wonder Paul was with her above all others.
I could hear them speaking in low voices, then it went quiet, but not for long. They had started fucking again.
"What a gal!" I thought, as I drifted off to Neverland and dreams of a threesome yet to come.
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