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The day was warm when he came back to his lodgings at midday, having worked a long night shift at the factory. Mrs Smith, his landlady, was eating a light lunch. She a handsome well-built woman in her mid forties..
“I am going horse riding this afternoon. I won’t be back till seven, so won’t be cooking a meal tonight. Would you like me to make you some sandwiches and a cup of tea before I go out?”
“Thank you Mrs Smith, could you bring them up to my room? I need to have a shower first, it’s been a hard day on our assembly line.”
He went upstairs to the bathroom and showered then entered his bedroom and lay on the bed, where he fell fast asleep.
When he woke up the room was dark and he found that his hands and feet were bound by tight straps that were attached to each leg post of the bed. Though he struggled, he couldn’t free himself from the bonds. He tried to cry out, but he was gagged with a ball of wool in his mouth held in place by a narrow band of cloth. It allowed him to close his mouth and move his lips, but he couldn’t yell, for his voice was muffled, though he could breath. He wanted to call Mrs Smith, but was afraid of the embarrassment of her seeing him stark naked. He realised that he was powerless, and wondered who put him in that position.
After a while his eyes became accustomed to the dark room and he saw a cup of tea and a plate of sandwiches on the bedside table. Mrs Smith must have come up with it while he was asleep on the bed, so she had already seen him naked. He was becoming alarmed, imagining all sorts of fates that could befall him. Was he about to be k**napped? Was his landlady still in the house? Perhaps she had gone out with her friend after their meal and wouldn’t return until it was too late. He made another attempt to free himself, rocking the bed in his efforts, but the bonds were tight, and pulling on them only made them tighter. Then he heard footsteps on the stairs, getting louder as they walked down the corridor toward his bedroom. He thought that the footsteps were coming from two people and they sounded like women’s feet. The door was opened and the light turned on. He turned his head toward the doorway and Mrs Smith entered with a blonde woman aged 30 or thereabouts. He squirmed with embarrassment and struggled once more to free himself, but to no avail.
“Calm down, dear”, said Mrs Smith, “there’s no point in struggling. I’ve brought my friend Sandra here to admire you.”
Mrs Smith wore an old fashioned Victorian riding gown in black, and the blonde wore a grey woollen jumper and a grey pleated skirt.
“This is the one I was telling you about”, said Mrs Smith to her companion, “not too bright, but he’s got his uses - not too many!” – laughing.
The blonde surveyed the prone figure appreciatively: “Yeah, not too bad.”
“Do you think you might be able to have some fun with him?” said Mrs Smith.
“M’mm yes, I’m sure I’ll manage.”
The ladies strolled to the bottom of the bed, surveying Fred’s prone body. Mrs Smith put the tip of her riding crop under his crotch and teased up his flaccid cock, while the blonde sat down on the bed beside his flank. She delicately ran her fingers over his scrotum and stroked his cock up towards his navel. Then she held it gently and started to pull it with a steady rhythm, watching it grow longer.
Mrs Smith walked back to the head of the bed and leant over him, quietly speaking in his ear:
“We’re going to put you to work today” she said, “We’re going to get some use out of your body – AND your pathetic cock.”
She walked back to the foot of the bed to inspect her friend’s handiwork. By now she had a firm grip of him and was drawing him up and down, with an intent expression on her face.
“Come on, get it hard. Show my friend how good it can be!” said Mrs Smith.
The blond continued with her rhythmical pulls and his cock lengthened inside her grip. Mrs Smith knelt on his other side and leaned over him, saying
“And don’t you DARE let me down.”
After a short while the blonde said “That’s nice.”
She had worked him up to a good length and pronounced herself satisfied. “Now we’re getting some action there.”
“That’s looking better”, agreed Mrs Smith as she stroked the top of her riding crop over his cock. “Don’t you DARE get over-excited” she warned him. The blonde continued pulling him with one hand, with her other she gently brushed her fingertips over his scrotum, grunting appreciatively as his cock responded to her stimulation.
“That looking good for you?” said Mrs Smith.
“Oom! Very impressive actually, now that it’s nice and hard.”
“Good, you don’t have problems with it?”
“Ye-es, - umm!” she replied with relish.
Mrs Smith walked to the side of the bed, inspecting the blonde’s handiwork. Then she whispered in his ear:
“I’m going to give you a wank, and don’t you DARE come.”
She walked back and sat on the end of the bed and took a small sachet.from her stocking top and handed it to the blonde who thanked her and tore it open and removed a contraceptive sheath. Mrs Smith then took hold of the cock, which had partly deflated, and stroked it back into stiffness, then held it at the base between her finger and thumb while the blonde unrolled the sheath over it. Then she handed his cock to Mrs Smith, turning her head towards him with a fond look and a smile. Mrs Smith took hold of his cock again and vigorously wanked it while the blonde massaged his balls.
“Are they hard?” asked Mrs Smith.
“Oom, these balls feel very full” the blonde replied, thinking that he was about to explode.
“He’s been warned, don’t worry” Mrs Smith reassured her, then to him: “Put your head down, concentrate on what we’re doing.”
After some vigorous wanking, she handed his cock back to the blonde, who gently worked her soft lips over his length and swallowed him.
“Keep your head down, you don’t need to see what she’s doing to you. The feeling should be enough.”
The blonde continued her feast and Mrs Smith reminded him: “Concentrate – we don’t want any accidents”
She then stood against the wall, watching the blond at work. With her right hand she lifted up her long skirt and the white petticoat underneath, inserted the fingers of her left hand through the gusset in her silken Directoire knickers and massaged her own pudenda, before applying a vibrator.
The scene was blissful: Mrs Smith standing in her high heels and stockings her back leaning against the wall, facing the bed. She sighed as she pleasured herself while the blonde, holding the base of his sheathed cock, worked her lush lips over it and gave quiet grunts of satisfaction.
He just laid there, his face reddening and his breathing laboured. They continued this delicious exercise, unwilling to break the spell, until Mrs Smith turned off the vibrator and wiped it on his face before putting it on the side table. Then she leant over him and stroked his cheeks, saying
“We’re going to have SO much fun with you”
Then she left him and put some powder and lipstick on her face.
She returned to the bottom of the bed where the blonde was stroking his cock, and joined her in fondling it and his scrotum.
She asked the blonde “Would you like to come?”
“Ooo, of course!” came the reply.
“OK, let me tell him.”
She walked back to the head of the bed and addressed him.
“Sandie wants to come” adding, “What I’ve decided is, she’s going to come and sit on your face. And then I’m going to get my vibrator, and rub it against her clis, until she comes all over your face. You just lay there very still.”
.
Sandie rose from the bed and walked to the head and removed her black lace knickers, placing them on his chest. Then she knelt over his head and lowered her pudenda on top of his mouth, moving her crotch back and forth over his face. Mrs Smith probed her labia with the vibrator while she squirmed with pleasure, sighing and groaning.
“Ahh, Yes! I’m going to come whenever you say, Sue.”
Encouraged by Mrs Smith’s insistent probing and the movements of his gagged mouth, she came with cries of passion. As her orgasm subsided, Mrs Smith chuckled and said: “Is that good enough for you?”
“It’s good as a warm up.”
Both ladies chuckled.
Mrs Smith applied the vibrator to the tip of his cock, and then along its whole length, while the blonde continued to cover his face.
“It’s like he’s enjoying that” said the blonde
“I think he is -”, said Mrs Smith, then addressing him directly “- and don’t you DARE have an accident.”
She switched off the vibrator and put it back on the side table, then returned to the bottom of the bed and gripped him, moving her hand up and down his stem, then giving particular attention to the glans. Under her expert manipulation it became stiffer. She showed it to the blonde, who was still rubbing her pudenda over his face.
“Any good?”
“Huh-ho, hu-hu!” she said, still pressing her delicious arse on top of him and enjoying more orgasms, moaning “oohs” and “aahs”, then “I could stay here all day”, then continued, almost smothering him. Mrs Smith walked to the head of the bed and spoke to him:
“Do you remember when I rode your cock? My friend wants her turn now. She’s going to fuck you – make it good.”
She walked back to the bottom and held his cock, but he couldn’t hold back and ejaculated into his sheath.
The next scene shows both ladies sitting on the bed on each side of him, stimulating his drooping penis.
“Come on, get that up, get it hard. I told Sandie an awful lot about you, and I told YOU not to let me down..”
After some massaging they managed to make it grow again. Sandie continued pulling on him.
“How does it feel?” asked Madame.
“Umm - OK.”
“I did tell you how pathetic he is.”
When they were satisfied that it was big enough, though still not really hard, the blonde rose from the bed and removed her skirt and jumper, placing them on his chest on top of her knickers. Mrs Smith knelt on the bed between his legs and massaged his cock to stiffen it enough for her to slip an elastic band over his cock, then twist and double it around his scrotum to harness his balls. Then she slipped another band over his cock, securing it tight around his stem with a doubled up rubber band.
“That should keep him well held”
She pulled it rhythmically until it was more or less erect.
“Are you ready for your ride?”
“Oh yes, definitely now!”
“I think he’s about ready. Jump up.”
The blonde got on the bed, placing her knees on each side of his waist and straddled him. Mrs Smith held his cock by the stem and guided his cock into her vagina as she lowered her bottom. She started riding him vigorously, pressing her hands down on her folded skirt on top of his chest, bouncing her plump bottom on his loins.
“Is that good for you?” asked Mrs Smith.
“Oh yes! It’s fantastic.”
“You keep it up, Pantyflag!” said Mrs Smith to the prone man.
She stood behind them, looking at the action.
“That looks good.”
Then walking to the head of the bed, she commanded him: “You give her every INCH of your cock. And don’t you DARE have an accident.”
The blonde continued riding him, her enjoyment evident from her gasping “Oohs” and “Ahhs”
“Come on, put your head down and make it GOOD for Sandie”, said Mrs Smith, then contradicting herself, “look at her chest.”.
She moved her hand lightly over the blonde’s jutting nipples as she continued to ride him, groaning “Oh yes!”
Mrs Smith encouraged him, saying
“Push it in deeper, Pantyflag.”
She sauntered round the bed, observing the action of the Blonde, who was reaching her climax. When she subsided, she lifted herself off him and turned round, to mount him again with her back to his face, then slowly inserted his cock again. Then she resumed her ride, leaning back and supporting herself with her hands and feet first on the bed, then on his chest.
“Concentrate hard, Pantyflag, don’t let me down now”, said Mrs Smith, reclining beside him on the bed. The Blonde continued bouncing with renewed energy, moaning and groaning with pleasure. Mrs Smith stood up and stoked his chin with the riding crop.
“Concentrate hard!” she repeated, “give her what she wants.”
She went to the bottom of the bed to observe the penetration more closely.
“So good!” she said admiring the action.
“Oh yes, it’s wonderful” breathed the blonde. Then with a final thrust and terrific squeeze she made him come.
“Oh, I think we may have had an accident” she said.
“Really?” queried Mrs Smith. Then walking back to the bed head she spoke to him. “I DO hope you haven’t let me down.”
The blonde lifted herself off him, carefully holding his flaccid cock, keeping the sheath in place. “And I was having such fun”, she said, disappointed.
Mrs Smith removed the spunk filled sheath from his cock
“What’s this?”
She turned it upside down and squeezed the spunk onto his stomach.
“I told you NOT to come.”
She removed the tight rubber band from the base of his cock.
“I’m amazed that it got through.”
She started pulling his cock and it responded to her stimulation again.
“You do know what this means, don’t you? – You’re going to have to come again, when I want.”
She vigorously pulled his cock, first in one hand, then in both, while the blonde stroked her fingertips over his thigh, up to his crutch and then his scrotum.
“OK” Mrs Smith she whispered, seeing that he was nearing his climax.
“That’s good” said the blonde.
“Very good, in fact”, agreed Mrs Smith, “I’m sorry he let you down, such a shame -”.
pulling, she told him: “- and I want you to come again – VERY soon” - (still pulling energetically) – “Ah yes”, realising that he was on the brink.
She continued pumping him until he was fully erect, then said “OK Pantyflag, I want you to come now.”
With heavy groans he ejaculated while she milked him to his very last drop.
“I’m surprised that there’s any left after that amount” said Mrs Smith to the blonde, then she let go of him and wiped her wet fingers on his thigh, “it even came over the bracelet that my husband bought me.”
After she had wiped her hand dry, she admonished him severely:
“If you want to be ridden in future, you’ll have to control yourself and come when I want you to come.”
Then, addressing the blonde “Are you finished with him?”
“I think so, for now.”
“OK”
And so they left him lying there, exhausted.
©Jim Beattie 2012
See my top stories in Kindle – “Sex in the Sixties” – some may even be free!
This story relates to a video posted on this site: guess which one!
The day was warm when he came back to his lodgings at midday, having worked a long night shift at the factory. Mrs Smith, his landlady, was eating a light lunch. She a handsome well-built woman in her mid forties..
“I am going horse riding this afternoon. I won’t be back till seven, so won’t be cooking a meal tonight. Would you like me to make you some sandwiches and a cup of tea before I go out?”
“Thank you Mrs Smith, could you bring them up to my room? I need to have a shower first, it’s been a hard day on our assembly line.”
He went upstairs to the bathroom and showered then entered his bedroom and lay on the bed, where he fell fast asleep.
When he woke up the room was dark and he found that his hands and feet were bound by tight straps that were attached to each leg post of the bed. Though he struggled, he couldn’t free himself from the bonds. He tried to cry out, but he was gagged with a ball of wool in his mouth held in place by a narrow band of cloth. It allowed him to close his mouth and move his lips, but he couldn’t yell, for his voice was muffled, though he could breath. He wanted to call Mrs Smith, but was afraid of the embarrassment of her seeing him stark naked. He realised that he was powerless, and wondered who put him in that position.
After a while his eyes became accustomed to the dark room and he saw a cup of tea and a plate of sandwiches on the bedside table. Mrs Smith must have come up with it while he was asleep on the bed, so she had already seen him naked. He was becoming alarmed, imagining all sorts of fates that could befall him. Was he about to be k**napped? Was his landlady still in the house? Perhaps she had gone out with her friend after their meal and wouldn’t return until it was too late. He made another attempt to free himself, rocking the bed in his efforts, but the bonds were tight, and pulling on them only made them tighter. Then he heard footsteps on the stairs, getting louder as they walked down the corridor toward his bedroom. He thought that the footsteps were coming from two people and they sounded like women’s feet. The door was opened and the light turned on. He turned his head toward the doorway and Mrs Smith entered with a blonde woman aged 30 or thereabouts. He squirmed with embarrassment and struggled once more to free himself, but to no avail.
“Calm down, dear”, said Mrs Smith, “there’s no point in struggling. I’ve brought my friend Sandra here to admire you.”
Mrs Smith wore an old fashioned Victorian riding gown in black, and the blonde wore a grey woollen jumper and a grey pleated skirt.
“This is the one I was telling you about”, said Mrs Smith to her companion, “not too bright, but he’s got his uses - not too many!” – laughing.
The blonde surveyed the prone figure appreciatively: “Yeah, not too bad.”
“Do you think you might be able to have some fun with him?” said Mrs Smith.
“M’mm yes, I’m sure I’ll manage.”
The ladies strolled to the bottom of the bed, surveying Fred’s prone body. Mrs Smith put the tip of her riding crop under his crotch and teased up his flaccid cock, while the blonde sat down on the bed beside his flank. She delicately ran her fingers over his scrotum and stroked his cock up towards his navel. Then she held it gently and started to pull it with a steady rhythm, watching it grow longer.
Mrs Smith walked back to the head of the bed and leant over him, quietly speaking in his ear:
“We’re going to put you to work today” she said, “We’re going to get some use out of your body – AND your pathetic cock.”
She walked back to the foot of the bed to inspect her friend’s handiwork. By now she had a firm grip of him and was drawing him up and down, with an intent expression on her face.
“Come on, get it hard. Show my friend how good it can be!” said Mrs Smith.
The blond continued with her rhythmical pulls and his cock lengthened inside her grip. Mrs Smith knelt on his other side and leaned over him, saying
“And don’t you DARE let me down.”
After a short while the blonde said “That’s nice.”
She had worked him up to a good length and pronounced herself satisfied. “Now we’re getting some action there.”
“That’s looking better”, agreed Mrs Smith as she stroked the top of her riding crop over his cock. “Don’t you DARE get over-excited” she warned him. The blonde continued pulling him with one hand, with her other she gently brushed her fingertips over his scrotum, grunting appreciatively as his cock responded to her stimulation.
“That looking good for you?” said Mrs Smith.
“Oom! Very impressive actually, now that it’s nice and hard.”
“Good, you don’t have problems with it?”
“Ye-es, - umm!” she replied with relish.
Mrs Smith walked to the side of the bed, inspecting the blonde’s handiwork. Then she whispered in his ear:
“I’m going to give you a wank, and don’t you DARE come.”
She walked back and sat on the end of the bed and took a small sachet.from her stocking top and handed it to the blonde who thanked her and tore it open and removed a contraceptive sheath. Mrs Smith then took hold of the cock, which had partly deflated, and stroked it back into stiffness, then held it at the base between her finger and thumb while the blonde unrolled the sheath over it. Then she handed his cock to Mrs Smith, turning her head towards him with a fond look and a smile. Mrs Smith took hold of his cock again and vigorously wanked it while the blonde massaged his balls.
“Are they hard?” asked Mrs Smith.
“Oom, these balls feel very full” the blonde replied, thinking that he was about to explode.
“He’s been warned, don’t worry” Mrs Smith reassured her, then to him: “Put your head down, concentrate on what we’re doing.”
After some vigorous wanking, she handed his cock back to the blonde, who gently worked her soft lips over his length and swallowed him.
“Keep your head down, you don’t need to see what she’s doing to you. The feeling should be enough.”
The blonde continued her feast and Mrs Smith reminded him: “Concentrate – we don’t want any accidents”
She then stood against the wall, watching the blond at work. With her right hand she lifted up her long skirt and the white petticoat underneath, inserted the fingers of her left hand through the gusset in her silken Directoire knickers and massaged her own pudenda, before applying a vibrator.
The scene was blissful: Mrs Smith standing in her high heels and stockings her back leaning against the wall, facing the bed. She sighed as she pleasured herself while the blonde, holding the base of his sheathed cock, worked her lush lips over it and gave quiet grunts of satisfaction.
He just laid there, his face reddening and his breathing laboured. They continued this delicious exercise, unwilling to break the spell, until Mrs Smith turned off the vibrator and wiped it on his face before putting it on the side table. Then she leant over him and stroked his cheeks, saying
“We’re going to have SO much fun with you”
Then she left him and put some powder and lipstick on her face.
She returned to the bottom of the bed where the blonde was stroking his cock, and joined her in fondling it and his scrotum.
She asked the blonde “Would you like to come?”
“Ooo, of course!” came the reply.
“OK, let me tell him.”
She walked back to the head of the bed and addressed him.
“Sandie wants to come” adding, “What I’ve decided is, she’s going to come and sit on your face. And then I’m going to get my vibrator, and rub it against her clis, until she comes all over your face. You just lay there very still.”
.
Sandie rose from the bed and walked to the head and removed her black lace knickers, placing them on his chest. Then she knelt over his head and lowered her pudenda on top of his mouth, moving her crotch back and forth over his face. Mrs Smith probed her labia with the vibrator while she squirmed with pleasure, sighing and groaning.
“Ahh, Yes! I’m going to come whenever you say, Sue.”
Encouraged by Mrs Smith’s insistent probing and the movements of his gagged mouth, she came with cries of passion. As her orgasm subsided, Mrs Smith chuckled and said: “Is that good enough for you?”
“It’s good as a warm up.”
Both ladies chuckled.
Mrs Smith applied the vibrator to the tip of his cock, and then along its whole length, while the blonde continued to cover his face.
“It’s like he’s enjoying that” said the blonde
“I think he is -”, said Mrs Smith, then addressing him directly “- and don’t you DARE have an accident.”
She switched off the vibrator and put it back on the side table, then returned to the bottom of the bed and gripped him, moving her hand up and down his stem, then giving particular attention to the glans. Under her expert manipulation it became stiffer. She showed it to the blonde, who was still rubbing her pudenda over his face.
“Any good?”
“Huh-ho, hu-hu!” she said, still pressing her delicious arse on top of him and enjoying more orgasms, moaning “oohs” and “aahs”, then “I could stay here all day”, then continued, almost smothering him. Mrs Smith walked to the head of the bed and spoke to him:
“Do you remember when I rode your cock? My friend wants her turn now. She’s going to fuck you – make it good.”
She walked back to the bottom and held his cock, but he couldn’t hold back and ejaculated into his sheath.
The next scene shows both ladies sitting on the bed on each side of him, stimulating his drooping penis.
“Come on, get that up, get it hard. I told Sandie an awful lot about you, and I told YOU not to let me down..”
After some massaging they managed to make it grow again. Sandie continued pulling on him.
“How does it feel?” asked Madame.
“Umm - OK.”
“I did tell you how pathetic he is.”
When they were satisfied that it was big enough, though still not really hard, the blonde rose from the bed and removed her skirt and jumper, placing them on his chest on top of her knickers. Mrs Smith knelt on the bed between his legs and massaged his cock to stiffen it enough for her to slip an elastic band over his cock, then twist and double it around his scrotum to harness his balls. Then she slipped another band over his cock, securing it tight around his stem with a doubled up rubber band.
“That should keep him well held”
She pulled it rhythmically until it was more or less erect.
“Are you ready for your ride?”
“Oh yes, definitely now!”
“I think he’s about ready. Jump up.”
The blonde got on the bed, placing her knees on each side of his waist and straddled him. Mrs Smith held his cock by the stem and guided his cock into her vagina as she lowered her bottom. She started riding him vigorously, pressing her hands down on her folded skirt on top of his chest, bouncing her plump bottom on his loins.
“Is that good for you?” asked Mrs Smith.
“Oh yes! It’s fantastic.”
“You keep it up, Pantyflag!” said Mrs Smith to the prone man.
She stood behind them, looking at the action.
“That looks good.”
Then walking to the head of the bed, she commanded him: “You give her every INCH of your cock. And don’t you DARE have an accident.”
The blonde continued riding him, her enjoyment evident from her gasping “Oohs” and “Ahhs”
“Come on, put your head down and make it GOOD for Sandie”, said Mrs Smith, then contradicting herself, “look at her chest.”.
She moved her hand lightly over the blonde’s jutting nipples as she continued to ride him, groaning “Oh yes!”
Mrs Smith encouraged him, saying
“Push it in deeper, Pantyflag.”
She sauntered round the bed, observing the action of the Blonde, who was reaching her climax. When she subsided, she lifted herself off him and turned round, to mount him again with her back to his face, then slowly inserted his cock again. Then she resumed her ride, leaning back and supporting herself with her hands and feet first on the bed, then on his chest.
“Concentrate hard, Pantyflag, don’t let me down now”, said Mrs Smith, reclining beside him on the bed. The Blonde continued bouncing with renewed energy, moaning and groaning with pleasure. Mrs Smith stood up and stoked his chin with the riding crop.
“Concentrate hard!” she repeated, “give her what she wants.”
She went to the bottom of the bed to observe the penetration more closely.
“So good!” she said admiring the action.
“Oh yes, it’s wonderful” breathed the blonde. Then with a final thrust and terrific squeeze she made him come.
“Oh, I think we may have had an accident” she said.
“Really?” queried Mrs Smith. Then walking back to the bed head she spoke to him. “I DO hope you haven’t let me down.”
The blonde lifted herself off him, carefully holding his flaccid cock, keeping the sheath in place. “And I was having such fun”, she said, disappointed.
Mrs Smith removed the spunk filled sheath from his cock
“What’s this?”
She turned it upside down and squeezed the spunk onto his stomach.
“I told you NOT to come.”
She removed the tight rubber band from the base of his cock.
“I’m amazed that it got through.”
She started pulling his cock and it responded to her stimulation again.
“You do know what this means, don’t you? – You’re going to have to come again, when I want.”
She vigorously pulled his cock, first in one hand, then in both, while the blonde stroked her fingertips over his thigh, up to his crutch and then his scrotum.
“OK” Mrs Smith she whispered, seeing that he was nearing his climax.
“That’s good” said the blonde.
“Very good, in fact”, agreed Mrs Smith, “I’m sorry he let you down, such a shame -”.
pulling, she told him: “- and I want you to come again – VERY soon” - (still pulling energetically) – “Ah yes”, realising that he was on the brink.
She continued pumping him until he was fully erect, then said “OK Pantyflag, I want you to come now.”
With heavy groans he ejaculated while she milked him to his very last drop.
“I’m surprised that there’s any left after that amount” said Mrs Smith to the blonde, then she let go of him and wiped her wet fingers on his thigh, “it even came over the bracelet that my husband bought me.”
After she had wiped her hand dry, she admonished him severely:
“If you want to be ridden in future, you’ll have to control yourself and come when I want you to come.”
Then, addressing the blonde “Are you finished with him?”
“I think so, for now.”
“OK”
And so they left him lying there, exhausted.
©Jim Beattie 2012
See my top stories in Kindle – “Sex in the Sixties” – some may even be free!
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