A Visit To The Club Chapter 2 & 3 free porn video
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Anna
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Chapter Two
Steve looked at his phone again and read the text from Trish.
At the club, where are you lover? When you get here come find me. Trish xxx.
He switched his eyes back to the road and through the rain pounding against the windscreen he saw a sign that pointed the way ‘To The Grange 1 mile’, off to the right.
He indicated and took the turning, the headlights only barely cut through the torrential downpour just illuminating the sides of what appeared to be a single track road threading its way through acres of short grass. He sensed rather than saw a white shape appear in his high beams and braked hard to avoid the sheep that had jumped onto the road in front of him. “bloody sheep, don’t they read the Highway code”, he cursed.
Slowing down further he made out the dim lights ahead of him and followed a sign indicating, ‘The Grange Guests Car Park’.
Pulling into a space quite close to the Gothic arched entrance he sat in the car for a minute hoping for a break in the rain. Seeing that it appeared to be continuing with some force he reached into the rear of the car and picked up a folding umbrella form the back seat. He climbed out and pressed the button on the umbrella it opened than turned itself inside out, one random spike drooping lifelessly from the material. Grunting in exasperation he threw it back into the car and lifting his jacket over his head ran for the entrance.
The warmth of the club’s vestibule was in stark contrast to the weather outside and Steve spoke to the doorman. “I’m meeting my partner here, slim dark haired girl, black dress”.
“Yes sir, the lady arrived an hour ago, please go on through.” He opened the door and ushered Steve into the bar.
After the bright lights of the vestibule, Steve’s eyes took a few moments to adjust to the dim lighting inside. He scanned around the bar and could see no sign of Trish either at the bar or the tables and booths. He wiped at the rain drops that were still streaming down his forehead from his soaked black hair with the arm of his jacket and looked once more. No, no sign of her here, I wonder where she’s got to? He walked deeper into the bar and approached the bar. The barman seeing Steve’s approach walked up to him and said, “Yes Sir, what can I get you?”
Steve looked over the bar to the glass fronted beer fridges, identified his favourite and said, “I’ll have a bottle of Becks please.” He seated himself on one of the bar stools and turned to survey the bar once again.
“Certainly Sir, coming right up.”
I wonder where she’s got to? he asked himself again. Ah maybe she’s in the loo. Yes, I’ll just wait here till she comes back.
Five minutes later and halfway down his bottle of Becks he began to grow impatient and called the barman over.
“I’m supposed to be meeting my partner here, have you seen her? She’s a brunette, about this tall.” He indicated with his hand. “Wearing a short black dress.”
“Ah yes Sir, she said you’d be along presently. She said she you should join her in The Red Room when you arrived.”
“Oh, OK, where is this Red Room?”
“Through the archway and up the stairs it’s the first door on the right.”
Steve slugged the rest of his beer. “OK, what do I owe you?”
“That will be £15 please Sir.”
“Fifteen quid for a bottle of Becks you are joking?”
“My apologies Sir, that’s including the lady’s glass of Champagne.”
Steve handed over a twenty pound note. “Keep the change.”
He headed across the bar through the stone archway and up the stairs. The lighting grew dimmer the further he walked from the bar until at the top of the stairs he could barely make out his surroundings that were lit by candles on small sconces on the walls of the hallway.
He spied a red leather covered door on his right and tried to push it open. Locked! He saw a stream of light coming from the large old fashioned keyhole and thought; let’s see what’s going on in there.
He knelt on the carpeted floor and put his eye to the large keyhole.
Fucking hell, that’s Trish. Through the keyhole he spied his girlfriend sat on the edge of a red brocade covered four poster bed. Her legs were spread wide and he could see a mop of brunette hair between her thighs. The head was moving rhythmically up and down and judging by the look of ecstacy on Trish’s face she was rapidly approaching the point of orgasm.
Steve felt himself harden immediately, his cock engorging with blood down the left leg of his boxers.
Fucking hell, this is horny; he thought to himself, as he rearranged his turgid member until it was pointing upwards against his belly. He re-applied his eye to the keyhole; Trish was now reaching around behind her head, unsnapping the fastening of her halter neck dress. He watched as it fell to her waist and Trish started to massage her breasts through the silvery, black spotted material of the cups. He knew how much she loved to feel her own hands massaging them as her other erogenous areas received attention. The woman between Trish’s legs knelt upright and released the fastening of her black lacy dress, also at the nape of her neck and slid it down her trim body to the floor. She then reached behind her and unsnapped her red and black lace bra and shrugged it off over her shoulders. Leaning forward she took her right breast in her hand and applied it to the area between Trish’s thighs rubbing her distended nipple across Trish’s wetness. Steve could clearly see as her other hand reached back between the cheeks of her bottom and began to stroke back and forth, pushing her matching thong to one side as she did so, and permitting better access to her groping fingers.
Trish lay back on the bed as the other woman once again applied her tongue and lips to her pussy. Trish pulled the cups of her bra down exposing her pale breasts, tipped with their dark pink nipples to view. She squeezed them gently at first then increased the intensity as the head between her thighs increased the speed of her oral stimulation. Steve reached down to the waist band of his trousers and undid the button, allowing the head of his tumescent cock to spring free of its confinement. He pushed the elastic waistband of his boxers out and grasped the shaft in his right hand and made a few short sharp strokes; squeezing some drops of pre-cum from the eye and coating its bulbous head under his foreskin with his thumb. God this is so horny, watching another girl lick Trish’s pussy. He thought to himself as he stroked gently.
He re-applied his eye to the keyhole and saw that Trish was now alone on the bed, her legs spread to their full extent. Her right hand was between her legs with her middle finger stimulating her clit and her fingers either side gently caressing her prominent, cleanly shaven mons. Every now and then he caught a glimpse of the shooting star tattoo on her right lower belly as her hand made its circular stimulation of her most intimate parts. She paused, dipped her middle finger deep inside her folds and applied a copious quantity of her juices over her clit, then re-commenced her masturbation. He noticed that she had now propped herself up on her left elbow and appeared to be looking at something in the left corner of the room out of his line of sight. Whatever it was, it was certainly spurring her on to greater pleasure as evidenced by the increase in tempo of her fingers on her slick clit. He saw a small object land on the bed beside her thrusting hips and realised it was a small blue bullet shaped vibrator about 3 to 4 inches long. She lifted the vibe with her right hand and put it first to her nose, inhaling the scent on it then she slid it into her mouth and began to suck on it. When she had covered its surface in a thick coating of her saliva she once more began the stimulation of her clit, this time with the audibly buzzing vibe, repeatedly buzzing it around her clit before plunging it rapidly in an out of her wet folds.
Steve knelt back on his heels and started to wank in time with Trish’s faster tempo. Entirely engrossed in his masturbation, he was completely unaware of his surroundings until he felt a hand grip his shoulder from behind.
“Didn’t you know it’s rude to peep through keyholes you naughty boy?”
Steve’s hard on was gone in an instant realising he’d been caught by a stranger.
“I can explain.” Stuttered the flustered and embarrassed Steve, his right hand still gripped tightly around the shaft of his now flaccid penis.
He looked over his shoulder at the source of the voice and saw a petite blonde lady in her forties dressed in nothing more than a pair of stockings and suspender belt and a quarter cup black bra. She turned his body toward her and indicating his right hand still gripped around his cock said, “And how are you going to explain that! Did it just slip out of your trousers?”
Steve blushed, at a total loss for words that could exonerate himself.
“I was looking for Trish; I’m supposed to meet her here.”
“Ah I see you were meeting her here to look through keyholes while you have a quick wank, is that it?”
Err, No, Err I mean yes, it’s not how it looks.”
She moved closer to Steve her neatly trimmed blonde haired pussy just inches from his face.
“Why don’t you just look at this and see if it can inspire you to a better excuse?”
She pushed her pudenda into his face and Steve’s senses were assailed with the strong scent of woman sex that emanated from between her prominent pussy lips. Transferring both hands to around the back of Steve’s head she pulled his face against her and opened her legs, mashing his face against her wet lips.
Steve hardened as quickly as he’d softened at her initial touch, almost in the throes of a powerful intoxicant, he lashed out in abandon with his tongue sliding it between her open lips into her pink moist inner folds. Feeling his invading tongue she ground herself hard against his face pushing his tongue deep inside. “That’s it my dirty little pervert, fuck me with your tongue, stick it in me, and make me cum.”
Steve’s senses were overcome with the smell and taste of her; she was fucking his face with a curious, but obviously effective forward and upward motion of her hips. This continued for what felt like ages to Steve but was only about a minute, before with a shuddering jerk that nearly broke his jaw she unleashed a prodigious squirt of woman cum all over his chin and the front of his shirt. She released his head and stood up straight before him, “Thank you, whoever you are. That was lovely, enjoy your peeping.” With that she turned on her porn star heels and walked along the corridor and entered another doorway.
Steve stood up, his erect cock jutting before him like the obscene bowsprit of a yacht.
Whoa, what the fuck was that all about. He thought to himself.
He knelt once more at the keyhole and looked through. Nothing, complete darkness. How weird!
Chapter Three
Inside the Red Room, Carl Anna and Trish were in the en-suite bathroom. The three of them were sated for the time being, all having cum during their session of love making. Trish had particularly enjoyed watching Carl fucking Anna from behind over the arm of the chaise longue while she had orgasmed using her small vibe as she watched them from her position on the bed.
As Trish re-applied her smeared make-up in the mirror Anna was just washing herself clean on the adjacent bidet, feeling the strings of Carl’s cum leak from between her engorged pussy lips.
“So where do you think Steve is? It’s nearly 11.” Said Carl idly from his position sat on the loo seat.
“I have no idea; I’ll try calling him on the mobile.” She pressed the speed dial button. “No, no signal.”
“Maybe he’s downstairs waiting for you.”Anna responded.
“Seems like your plan of him walking in on us fucking was less than successful Anna.” Said Trish as she put the finishing touches to her lipstick.
“Yeah, problem was as usual I got quite carried away and couldn’t wait any longer to cum, I was so horny watching you play with yourself with that vibrator.”
“Yes, you threw it to me at just the right moment, seeing Carl’s cock pumping in and out of you pushed me over the edge too.”
“If you girls have finished with your make-up repairs, maybe we could go and look for him; maybe he is in the bar.” Suggested Carl.
They left the bathroom and switching on the light walked towards the hall door of the Red Room Trish leading the way. She opened the door and was greeted by the sight of a bewildered looking Steve knelt on the carpeted hall before her.
“What on earth?” She uttered. “Steve, what are you doing there? You look soaked. And put yourself away, what do you think you’re doing?”
Trish’s glance took in the sight of her partner knelt before her, his cock in his hand and his face, hair and the front of his shirt soaking wet. Steve blushed and stuffing his still erect cock into his trousers, he zipped his fly and stood up.
“I don’t really know where to start Trish; can we go and get a drink?”
Anna walked through the doorway, just as Steve zipped his fly. She said, “Ah the elusive Steve, Hi, I’m Anna and this is Carl.” Gesturing to Carl as he too emerged from the room.
“Hi Steve, pleased to meet you, we’ve heard a lot about you.” He extended his right hand to shake.
Steve automatically extended his in return, then drew it back before making contact as he realised it was still smeared with his pre-cum.
“Looks like you got caught in a downpour, no wonder Wales is so green Eh?” added a slightly confused Carl.
“Well we can’t stand in the corridor all night, let’s go get a drink and we can all have a chat.” Said Anna.
“Yes let’s.” agreed an equally confused Trish.
“Hold on.” Carl said, “I’ve got a better idea, let’s get another bottle of Champagne sent up here.”
“You OK with that Trish, or do you want to be alone with Steve.” Asked Anna.
“Sounds perfect.” Replied Trish as they turned and walked back into the room.
“I need the bathroom.” Said a somewhat reticent Steve.
“I’ll come with you.” Said Trish.
The two of them went into the bathroom and closed the door. Carl walked over to the phone on the nightstand and ordered another bottle of Veuve Cliquot and four glasses.
“What did you make of that then?” asked Anna when Carl had hung up.
“No idea, but I’m sure we’ll find out in due course. Never mind that come here, I’m feeling horny again.”
Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door, it opened immediately after the last knock and the barman walked in. The Champagne had arrived. By this time Carl and Anna were both naked on the wide four poster, Anna was fellating Carl as he simultaneously sucked on her left nipple and fingered between her wide spread legs with his right hand. Carl gestured towards the chest of drawers and the barman deposited the tray, smiled and left the room.
“I guess nothing surprises him.” Anna said as she removed her mouth form Carl’s erection.
“Yes, he must have seen a few things, bet he’s got some great stories to tell.”
As Carl finished talking Trish and a much tidier Steve emerged from the bathroom.
“He’s not the only one, you should hear what happened to Steve.” Said Trish as she drank in the sight of her naked playmates. “Sorry do you want us to leave, you’re obviously busy.”
Anna laughed at the young couple’s discomfiture, “Don’t be silly, we were just keeping ourselves on the boil while we waited for the drinks to arrive.” She beckoned to the couple and patted the bed beside herself on the side opposite to Carl. “Anyway you’ve seen us before Trish, don’t be embarrassed, we’re not.”
Trish laughed in agreement, sat on the bed and pulled Steve down beside her. “You should hear what happened to Steve, it’s like something form a trashy porn novel.” Steve blushed as Trish told the tale of what had transpired earlier.
“So then she just said. “Thank you, whoever you are. That was lovely, enjoy your peeping.”
The foursome dissolved into gales of laughter, Steve now far more at ease added, “And I was left on my knees, covered in her cum, cock in hand staring into a dark keyhole.”
“I must say, I would love to meet up with the blonde lady later.” Said Anna ruefully. “She sounds like my kind of girl.” As she said this she put down her glass on the nightstand and reached down to her puffy pussy lips and slid a finger between them. “Mmmm that feels so good, still nice and wet too. Come on Steve, get out of those wet clothes and make yourself comfortable next to me. And Trish, you look a little warm in that dress, why not slip it off. Let’s have some fun! We’re here to party after all and the night is yet young, it’s not even midnight yet.”
Steve needed no second bidding; he shed his clothes with alacrity and was naked before Trish’s dress pooled on the floor around her ankles. He joined Anna at the side of the bed, where she had moved across to the free side. Trish crawled onto the bed on the outside of Carl and turned her face towards his. They began to kiss, hesitant at first then with more passion, their tongues playing the dance of love as they both became more aroused, Carl’s arousal was plain to see as his cock grew erect once more. Anna reached for Steve’s stiffening cock and drew it to her mouth. Steve was uncertain what was causing the tumescence, Anna’s tongue or the sight of his girlfriend slowly kissing and masturbating Carl’s engorged cock. Whatever the cause he was loving both visual sensations. He knelt on the bed beside Anna’s darkly tanned body and observed she showed no tan lines, her body a glistening study in trim female perfection, small beads of sweat between her large round breasts, evidence of her heat. He bent forward at the waist and took her distended nipple into his mouth, noting the brown colouration of her nipple and surrounding areola, so different to Trish’s dark pink nubs that he could see Carl gently manipulating with his fingers across the bed. She reached for his hand and directed it between her legs and joining fingers with his, gently massaged her clit in a circular motion, exactly the same motion that Trish loved so much. When she was satisfied that Steve was doing the required movement she let go and cupped Steve’s balls in her hand.
On the other side of the bed Trish was fondling Carl’s neatly shaven sac with one hand as she massaged up and down his now fully erect cock with the other, like Steve he was uncircumcised. She leant forward and took the angry looking purple cockhead into her mouth and was immediately conscious of the slickness and taste of his pre-cum, slightly salty but pleasant nevertheless. Her tongue swirled around his glans then up and down his shaft her hand twisting on both the up and down stroke, just how Steve liked her to do it. As she was fellating Carl she felt his hand insinuate itself under her silver, black spotted thong and ease its way down between the fat outer lips of her pussy, she heard the slurping sounds his fingers made as he inserted first one, then two fingers deep into her. Curving his fingers into a claw shape he positioned two fingers inside her with his palm against her clit and a finger either side of her outer labia. With his other hand he eased the thong down her hips until it was around her knees allowing better access to his other hand. He reached deep inside her and she felt as his fingers found their target. The feeling of his fingers on that rough patch of membrane that was her G Spot, was delicious, she humped her hips hard against his hand, bucking in time to his thrusting fingers. She could feel the strange sensation of extreme arousal and that of wanting to pee as he increased the tempo of his thrusting. She looked across the bed at Anna and saw that Steve had at least three if not four fingers deep inside Anna; she too was bucking hard against his hand as she moved her mouth rapidly up and down Steve’s shaft, stretching his ball sac tightly down in her hand. Trish felt Carl’s free hand reach around her back and deftly unclip the fastening on her bra, the bra fell down across her tummy exposing her engorged nipples completely.
The chain reaction began as Trish started to cum uncontrollably, her pelvis thrusting hard against Carl’s hand she felt like her entire pelvic area was exploding in an indescribable warmth and felt a sudden gush of liquid squirt from her cunt, she screamed briefly in ecstacy, which precipitated Steve’s orgasm, he shot rope after rope of thick viscous cum deep into Anna’s mouth. Feeling him ejaculate, she then followed his example and fucked hard against his hand, which now had four fingers inside her. She felt an incredible fullness as he pushed his fingers into her dripping depths.
As Carl felt the juices gush over his hand he too was carried along by the emotions elsewhere on the bed and began to cum as Trish’s hand kept pumping up and down his shaft. She leant forward and once more took his cock in her mouth, milking his cum into her throat gulping it down greedily.
Anna
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Chapter Two
Steve looked at his phone again and read the text from Trish.
At the club, where are you lover? When you get here come find me. Trish xxx.
He switched his eyes back to the road and through the rain pounding against the windscreen he saw a sign that pointed the way ‘To The Grange 1 mile’, off to the right.
He indicated and took the turning, the headlights only barely cut through the torrential downpour just illuminating the sides of what appeared to be a single track road threading its way through acres of short grass. He sensed rather than saw a white shape appear in his high beams and braked hard to avoid the sheep that had jumped onto the road in front of him. “bloody sheep, don’t they read the Highway code”, he cursed.
Slowing down further he made out the dim lights ahead of him and followed a sign indicating, ‘The Grange Guests Car Park’.
Pulling into a space quite close to the Gothic arched entrance he sat in the car for a minute hoping for a break in the rain. Seeing that it appeared to be continuing with some force he reached into the rear of the car and picked up a folding umbrella form the back seat. He climbed out and pressed the button on the umbrella it opened than turned itself inside out, one random spike drooping lifelessly from the material. Grunting in exasperation he threw it back into the car and lifting his jacket over his head ran for the entrance.
The warmth of the club’s vestibule was in stark contrast to the weather outside and Steve spoke to the doorman. “I’m meeting my partner here, slim dark haired girl, black dress”.
“Yes sir, the lady arrived an hour ago, please go on through.” He opened the door and ushered Steve into the bar.
After the bright lights of the vestibule, Steve’s eyes took a few moments to adjust to the dim lighting inside. He scanned around the bar and could see no sign of Trish either at the bar or the tables and booths. He wiped at the rain drops that were still streaming down his forehead from his soaked black hair with the arm of his jacket and looked once more. No, no sign of her here, I wonder where she’s got to? He walked deeper into the bar and approached the bar. The barman seeing Steve’s approach walked up to him and said, “Yes Sir, what can I get you?”
Steve looked over the bar to the glass fronted beer fridges, identified his favourite and said, “I’ll have a bottle of Becks please.” He seated himself on one of the bar stools and turned to survey the bar once again.
“Certainly Sir, coming right up.”
I wonder where she’s got to? he asked himself again. Ah maybe she’s in the loo. Yes, I’ll just wait here till she comes back.
Five minutes later and halfway down his bottle of Becks he began to grow impatient and called the barman over.
“I’m supposed to be meeting my partner here, have you seen her? She’s a brunette, about this tall.” He indicated with his hand. “Wearing a short black dress.”
“Ah yes Sir, she said you’d be along presently. She said she you should join her in The Red Room when you arrived.”
“Oh, OK, where is this Red Room?”
“Through the archway and up the stairs it’s the first door on the right.”
Steve slugged the rest of his beer. “OK, what do I owe you?”
“That will be £15 please Sir.”
“Fifteen quid for a bottle of Becks you are joking?”
“My apologies Sir, that’s including the lady’s glass of Champagne.”
Steve handed over a twenty pound note. “Keep the change.”
He headed across the bar through the stone archway and up the stairs. The lighting grew dimmer the further he walked from the bar until at the top of the stairs he could barely make out his surroundings that were lit by candles on small sconces on the walls of the hallway.
He spied a red leather covered door on his right and tried to push it open. Locked! He saw a stream of light coming from the large old fashioned keyhole and thought; let’s see what’s going on in there.
He knelt on the carpeted floor and put his eye to the large keyhole.
Fucking hell, that’s Trish. Through the keyhole he spied his girlfriend sat on the edge of a red brocade covered four poster bed. Her legs were spread wide and he could see a mop of brunette hair between her thighs. The head was moving rhythmically up and down and judging by the look of ecstacy on Trish’s face she was rapidly approaching the point of orgasm.
Steve felt himself harden immediately, his cock engorging with blood down the left leg of his boxers.
Fucking hell, this is horny; he thought to himself, as he rearranged his turgid member until it was pointing upwards against his belly. He re-applied his eye to the keyhole; Trish was now reaching around behind her head, unsnapping the fastening of her halter neck dress. He watched as it fell to her waist and Trish started to massage her breasts through the silvery, black spotted material of the cups. He knew how much she loved to feel her own hands massaging them as her other erogenous areas received attention. The woman between Trish’s legs knelt upright and released the fastening of her black lacy dress, also at the nape of her neck and slid it down her trim body to the floor. She then reached behind her and unsnapped her red and black lace bra and shrugged it off over her shoulders. Leaning forward she took her right breast in her hand and applied it to the area between Trish’s thighs rubbing her distended nipple across Trish’s wetness. Steve could clearly see as her other hand reached back between the cheeks of her bottom and began to stroke back and forth, pushing her matching thong to one side as she did so, and permitting better access to her groping fingers.
Trish lay back on the bed as the other woman once again applied her tongue and lips to her pussy. Trish pulled the cups of her bra down exposing her pale breasts, tipped with their dark pink nipples to view. She squeezed them gently at first then increased the intensity as the head between her thighs increased the speed of her oral stimulation. Steve reached down to the waist band of his trousers and undid the button, allowing the head of his tumescent cock to spring free of its confinement. He pushed the elastic waistband of his boxers out and grasped the shaft in his right hand and made a few short sharp strokes; squeezing some drops of pre-cum from the eye and coating its bulbous head under his foreskin with his thumb. God this is so horny, watching another girl lick Trish’s pussy. He thought to himself as he stroked gently.
He re-applied his eye to the keyhole and saw that Trish was now alone on the bed, her legs spread to their full extent. Her right hand was between her legs with her middle finger stimulating her clit and her fingers either side gently caressing her prominent, cleanly shaven mons. Every now and then he caught a glimpse of the shooting star tattoo on her right lower belly as her hand made its circular stimulation of her most intimate parts. She paused, dipped her middle finger deep inside her folds and applied a copious quantity of her juices over her clit, then re-commenced her masturbation. He noticed that she had now propped herself up on her left elbow and appeared to be looking at something in the left corner of the room out of his line of sight. Whatever it was, it was certainly spurring her on to greater pleasure as evidenced by the increase in tempo of her fingers on her slick clit. He saw a small object land on the bed beside her thrusting hips and realised it was a small blue bullet shaped vibrator about 3 to 4 inches long. She lifted the vibe with her right hand and put it first to her nose, inhaling the scent on it then she slid it into her mouth and began to suck on it. When she had covered its surface in a thick coating of her saliva she once more began the stimulation of her clit, this time with the audibly buzzing vibe, repeatedly buzzing it around her clit before plunging it rapidly in an out of her wet folds.
Steve knelt back on his heels and started to wank in time with Trish’s faster tempo. Entirely engrossed in his masturbation, he was completely unaware of his surroundings until he felt a hand grip his shoulder from behind.
“Didn’t you know it’s rude to peep through keyholes you naughty boy?”
Steve’s hard on was gone in an instant realising he’d been caught by a stranger.
“I can explain.” Stuttered the flustered and embarrassed Steve, his right hand still gripped tightly around the shaft of his now flaccid penis.
He looked over his shoulder at the source of the voice and saw a petite blonde lady in her forties dressed in nothing more than a pair of stockings and suspender belt and a quarter cup black bra. She turned his body toward her and indicating his right hand still gripped around his cock said, “And how are you going to explain that! Did it just slip out of your trousers?”
Steve blushed, at a total loss for words that could exonerate himself.
“I was looking for Trish; I’m supposed to meet her here.”
“Ah I see you were meeting her here to look through keyholes while you have a quick wank, is that it?”
Err, No, Err I mean yes, it’s not how it looks.”
She moved closer to Steve her neatly trimmed blonde haired pussy just inches from his face.
“Why don’t you just look at this and see if it can inspire you to a better excuse?”
She pushed her pudenda into his face and Steve’s senses were assailed with the strong scent of woman sex that emanated from between her prominent pussy lips. Transferring both hands to around the back of Steve’s head she pulled his face against her and opened her legs, mashing his face against her wet lips.
Steve hardened as quickly as he’d softened at her initial touch, almost in the throes of a powerful intoxicant, he lashed out in abandon with his tongue sliding it between her open lips into her pink moist inner folds. Feeling his invading tongue she ground herself hard against his face pushing his tongue deep inside. “That’s it my dirty little pervert, fuck me with your tongue, stick it in me, and make me cum.”
Steve’s senses were overcome with the smell and taste of her; she was fucking his face with a curious, but obviously effective forward and upward motion of her hips. This continued for what felt like ages to Steve but was only about a minute, before with a shuddering jerk that nearly broke his jaw she unleashed a prodigious squirt of woman cum all over his chin and the front of his shirt. She released his head and stood up straight before him, “Thank you, whoever you are. That was lovely, enjoy your peeping.” With that she turned on her porn star heels and walked along the corridor and entered another doorway.
Steve stood up, his erect cock jutting before him like the obscene bowsprit of a yacht.
Whoa, what the fuck was that all about. He thought to himself.
He knelt once more at the keyhole and looked through. Nothing, complete darkness. How weird!
Chapter Three
Inside the Red Room, Carl Anna and Trish were in the en-suite bathroom. The three of them were sated for the time being, all having cum during their session of love making. Trish had particularly enjoyed watching Carl fucking Anna from behind over the arm of the chaise longue while she had orgasmed using her small vibe as she watched them from her position on the bed.
As Trish re-applied her smeared make-up in the mirror Anna was just washing herself clean on the adjacent bidet, feeling the strings of Carl’s cum leak from between her engorged pussy lips.
“So where do you think Steve is? It’s nearly 11.” Said Carl idly from his position sat on the loo seat.
“I have no idea; I’ll try calling him on the mobile.” She pressed the speed dial button. “No, no signal.”
“Maybe he’s downstairs waiting for you.”Anna responded.
“Seems like your plan of him walking in on us fucking was less than successful Anna.” Said Trish as she put the finishing touches to her lipstick.
“Yeah, problem was as usual I got quite carried away and couldn’t wait any longer to cum, I was so horny watching you play with yourself with that vibrator.”
“Yes, you threw it to me at just the right moment, seeing Carl’s cock pumping in and out of you pushed me over the edge too.”
“If you girls have finished with your make-up repairs, maybe we could go and look for him; maybe he is in the bar.” Suggested Carl.
They left the bathroom and switching on the light walked towards the hall door of the Red Room Trish leading the way. She opened the door and was greeted by the sight of a bewildered looking Steve knelt on the carpeted hall before her.
“What on earth?” She uttered. “Steve, what are you doing there? You look soaked. And put yourself away, what do you think you’re doing?”
Trish’s glance took in the sight of her partner knelt before her, his cock in his hand and his face, hair and the front of his shirt soaking wet. Steve blushed and stuffing his still erect cock into his trousers, he zipped his fly and stood up.
“I don’t really know where to start Trish; can we go and get a drink?”
Anna walked through the doorway, just as Steve zipped his fly. She said, “Ah the elusive Steve, Hi, I’m Anna and this is Carl.” Gesturing to Carl as he too emerged from the room.
“Hi Steve, pleased to meet you, we’ve heard a lot about you.” He extended his right hand to shake.
Steve automatically extended his in return, then drew it back before making contact as he realised it was still smeared with his pre-cum.
“Looks like you got caught in a downpour, no wonder Wales is so green Eh?” added a slightly confused Carl.
“Well we can’t stand in the corridor all night, let’s go get a drink and we can all have a chat.” Said Anna.
“Yes let’s.” agreed an equally confused Trish.
“Hold on.” Carl said, “I’ve got a better idea, let’s get another bottle of Champagne sent up here.”
“You OK with that Trish, or do you want to be alone with Steve.” Asked Anna.
“Sounds perfect.” Replied Trish as they turned and walked back into the room.
“I need the bathroom.” Said a somewhat reticent Steve.
“I’ll come with you.” Said Trish.
The two of them went into the bathroom and closed the door. Carl walked over to the phone on the nightstand and ordered another bottle of Veuve Cliquot and four glasses.
“What did you make of that then?” asked Anna when Carl had hung up.
“No idea, but I’m sure we’ll find out in due course. Never mind that come here, I’m feeling horny again.”
Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door, it opened immediately after the last knock and the barman walked in. The Champagne had arrived. By this time Carl and Anna were both naked on the wide four poster, Anna was fellating Carl as he simultaneously sucked on her left nipple and fingered between her wide spread legs with his right hand. Carl gestured towards the chest of drawers and the barman deposited the tray, smiled and left the room.
“I guess nothing surprises him.” Anna said as she removed her mouth form Carl’s erection.
“Yes, he must have seen a few things, bet he’s got some great stories to tell.”
As Carl finished talking Trish and a much tidier Steve emerged from the bathroom.
“He’s not the only one, you should hear what happened to Steve.” Said Trish as she drank in the sight of her naked playmates. “Sorry do you want us to leave, you’re obviously busy.”
Anna laughed at the young couple’s discomfiture, “Don’t be silly, we were just keeping ourselves on the boil while we waited for the drinks to arrive.” She beckoned to the couple and patted the bed beside herself on the side opposite to Carl. “Anyway you’ve seen us before Trish, don’t be embarrassed, we’re not.”
Trish laughed in agreement, sat on the bed and pulled Steve down beside her. “You should hear what happened to Steve, it’s like something form a trashy porn novel.” Steve blushed as Trish told the tale of what had transpired earlier.
“So then she just said. “Thank you, whoever you are. That was lovely, enjoy your peeping.”
The foursome dissolved into gales of laughter, Steve now far more at ease added, “And I was left on my knees, covered in her cum, cock in hand staring into a dark keyhole.”
“I must say, I would love to meet up with the blonde lady later.” Said Anna ruefully. “She sounds like my kind of girl.” As she said this she put down her glass on the nightstand and reached down to her puffy pussy lips and slid a finger between them. “Mmmm that feels so good, still nice and wet too. Come on Steve, get out of those wet clothes and make yourself comfortable next to me. And Trish, you look a little warm in that dress, why not slip it off. Let’s have some fun! We’re here to party after all and the night is yet young, it’s not even midnight yet.”
Steve needed no second bidding; he shed his clothes with alacrity and was naked before Trish’s dress pooled on the floor around her ankles. He joined Anna at the side of the bed, where she had moved across to the free side. Trish crawled onto the bed on the outside of Carl and turned her face towards his. They began to kiss, hesitant at first then with more passion, their tongues playing the dance of love as they both became more aroused, Carl’s arousal was plain to see as his cock grew erect once more. Anna reached for Steve’s stiffening cock and drew it to her mouth. Steve was uncertain what was causing the tumescence, Anna’s tongue or the sight of his girlfriend slowly kissing and masturbating Carl’s engorged cock. Whatever the cause he was loving both visual sensations. He knelt on the bed beside Anna’s darkly tanned body and observed she showed no tan lines, her body a glistening study in trim female perfection, small beads of sweat between her large round breasts, evidence of her heat. He bent forward at the waist and took her distended nipple into his mouth, noting the brown colouration of her nipple and surrounding areola, so different to Trish’s dark pink nubs that he could see Carl gently manipulating with his fingers across the bed. She reached for his hand and directed it between her legs and joining fingers with his, gently massaged her clit in a circular motion, exactly the same motion that Trish loved so much. When she was satisfied that Steve was doing the required movement she let go and cupped Steve’s balls in her hand.
On the other side of the bed Trish was fondling Carl’s neatly shaven sac with one hand as she massaged up and down his now fully erect cock with the other, like Steve he was uncircumcised. She leant forward and took the angry looking purple cockhead into her mouth and was immediately conscious of the slickness and taste of his pre-cum, slightly salty but pleasant nevertheless. Her tongue swirled around his glans then up and down his shaft her hand twisting on both the up and down stroke, just how Steve liked her to do it. As she was fellating Carl she felt his hand insinuate itself under her silver, black spotted thong and ease its way down between the fat outer lips of her pussy, she heard the slurping sounds his fingers made as he inserted first one, then two fingers deep into her. Curving his fingers into a claw shape he positioned two fingers inside her with his palm against her clit and a finger either side of her outer labia. With his other hand he eased the thong down her hips until it was around her knees allowing better access to his other hand. He reached deep inside her and she felt as his fingers found their target. The feeling of his fingers on that rough patch of membrane that was her G Spot, was delicious, she humped her hips hard against his hand, bucking in time to his thrusting fingers. She could feel the strange sensation of extreme arousal and that of wanting to pee as he increased the tempo of his thrusting. She looked across the bed at Anna and saw that Steve had at least three if not four fingers deep inside Anna; she too was bucking hard against his hand as she moved her mouth rapidly up and down Steve’s shaft, stretching his ball sac tightly down in her hand. Trish felt Carl’s free hand reach around her back and deftly unclip the fastening on her bra, the bra fell down across her tummy exposing her engorged nipples completely.
The chain reaction began as Trish started to cum uncontrollably, her pelvis thrusting hard against Carl’s hand she felt like her entire pelvic area was exploding in an indescribable warmth and felt a sudden gush of liquid squirt from her cunt, she screamed briefly in ecstacy, which precipitated Steve’s orgasm, he shot rope after rope of thick viscous cum deep into Anna’s mouth. Feeling him ejaculate, she then followed his example and fucked hard against his hand, which now had four fingers inside her. She felt an incredible fullness as he pushed his fingers into her dripping depths.
As Carl felt the juices gush over his hand he too was carried along by the emotions elsewhere on the bed and began to cum as Trish’s hand kept pumping up and down his shaft. She leant forward and once more took his cock in her mouth, milking his cum into her throat gulping it down greedily.
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