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It had been a long, hard day in the office today for Jim. Actually, come to think of it, it had been a long, hard slog since returning from Summer break and there wasn't a lot to get excited about either. Jim was a nostalgic man who longed for an easy Friday when he could escape slightly early, miss the traffic and arrive home to meet his wife.
Instead, as he sat in the crushing traffic after yet another late finish, with all the other souls dashing home for their weekends, his reminiscent mind darted about events in his life which inevitably ended up thinking about sex. Now he was 20 years back in time thinking about how he would meet up with his mates, go to the pub, have a few drinks and have a great night in general. Occasionally, Jim would catch the eye of a young lady when out and on more than one occasion he'd spent the night either in someone else's bed or accompanied in his own, energetically screwing well into the night, much to the delight of many a girl along the way.
The honk of a horn brought him back to his senses and he suddenly realised the car in front was a good 50 metres down the road and he hadn't moved an inch. Jim put the car into first, released the handbrake and trundled down the road to rejoin this endless game of car cat and mouse. |
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I'm integrated to where we are going. |
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By *ames WhyteMan
over a year ago
Near Manchester Airport |
Well I'm intrigued actually. Probably smack into the rear of the car in front by the sound of it
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At the next stop in traffic Jim decided to grab his phone out of his pocket and discretely began texting his wife. They went back and forth about their days and the current traffic situation until she reminded Jim that she was heading out with friends tonight and staying over at one of their houses. Jim quickly recollected the conversation some 3 weeks prior and could now picture the entry on the calendar in the kitchen too.
He replied saying that he remembered and told her to have a good time, then fired off a second message in quick succession saying that he might go to the pub on the way home for a quick one to start his weekend a little early. His wife said it sounded like a good idea and told him to have a good time. Jim's mind was made up. Definitely time for a couple of drinks, see who's around, he could always leave the car in town, get a taxi home and then get a lift back in tomorrow to collect it. Jim finally escaped the rat race and put his foot down when the traffic broke free. He took his normal route home before diverting to his favourite watering hole, parked up and headed straight for the bar. |
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By *murphMan
over a year ago
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"It had been a long, hard day in the office today for Jim. Actually, come to think of it, it had been a long, hard slog since returning from Summer break and there wasn't a lot to get excited about either. Jim was a nostalgic man who longed for an easy Friday when he could escape slightly early, miss the traffic and arrive home to meet his wife.
Sounds familiar i a lorry driver that is all in a day
Instead, as he sat in the crushing traffic after yet another late finish, with all the other souls dashing home for their weekends, his reminiscent mind darted about events in his life which inevitably ended up thinking about sex. Now he was 20 years back in time thinking about how he would meet up with his mates, go to the pub, have a few drinks and have a great night in general. Occasionally, Jim would catch the eye of a young lady when out and on more than one occasion he'd spent the night either in someone else's bed or accompanied in his own, energetically screwing well into the night, much to the delight of many a girl along the way.
The honk of a horn brought him back to his senses and he suddenly realised the car in front was a good 50 metres down the road and he hadn't moved an inch. Jim put the car into first, released the handbrake and trundled down the road to rejoin this endless game of car cat and mouse."
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Jim was early forties. Not gym fit but not overweight either. He looked good in his well fitting suit and his neatly cut grey hair added to the smartness of his appearance. He saw a couple of familiar faces and recognised one of the girls behind the bar from a previous visit. Her name badge said Tasha as she approached with a natural beaming smile.
"What can I get you?" she asked enthusiastically.
"Pint of lager please" Jim returned. "And one for yourself?" he added.
"Thanks but not for me." Tasha replied"
"You sure?" Jim shot back
"Tell you what, if you're still here in half hour when I finish then I'll take you up on it."
Jim nodded, paid and then moved round the pub and found a table to sit at. The sports channels were doing their usual Friday night gambit on the multiple screens around but as the first bite of lager passed his lips Jim instantly relaxed and began mindlessly watching the screen. |
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Great start  |
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Jim bumped into three people he hadn't seen in a while. The chat flowed as freely as the drink did as they each bought a round and managed to get to a point where they could visit the bar and just say 'same again please'. Jim was the last to go up and upon reaching the bar suddenly found himself stood next to Tasha again. Tasha was wearing a green knitted top that hung to her curved figure. Her ample boobs clung to the top half of the top superbly which narrowed impressively over her stomach and hips. The lower half was adorned with a red and white tartan skirt which finished just above the knee. She had finished the look with black knee high boots. Jim's groin throbbed as he looked her up and down.
"You're still here" Tasha exclaimed with a similar excitement to her greeting from behind the bar earlier. Jim was surprised that wasn't just her 'customer service' voice and that she genuinely appeared to be a spritely person.
"Yes, still here, just talking and catching up with friends. How about that drink I owe you."
"Honestly it's fine, my boyfriend is buying." Tasha said waving a debit card in her left hand to emphasise the point.
"I'll buy one for both of you, I'm already ordering so what are you having?"
"Only if you're sure" said Tasha. Jim fired a look to suggest that he wouldn't offer if he wasn't sure to which Tasha responded by asking for a rum and and a gin and lemonade.
Jim added them to the order and the drinks soon arrived. He wished Tasha a good evening and he returned to his friends with the four pints he originally went to the bar for. |
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Hotting up nicely, keep going please |
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The glasses slowly but surely became emptier and one by one Jim's friends disappeared home and now the pub was noticeably emptier. Jim kindly picked up the glasses and returned them to the bar. He was about to pick out his phone and call for a taxi when he noticed Tasha and, who he assumed to be her boyfriend, playing pool on the other side of the pub. Tasha looked across and waved him over so Jim went across to see what she wanted.
"Hey Craig, this is the guy who bought you your drink earlier" Tasha said to the guy stood to her left.
Craig potted the black and whooped in delight before standing up and shaking Jim's hand.
"Cheers fella for the drink. Do you fancy a game? I owe you a drink as it is."
"No, it's OK, I really should be getting off"
"Aww come on, we owe you one" Tasha exclaimed, animated by alcohol.
"Just one game, one drink, please?"
Jim had no one to go home to tonight so was in no rush. Not that he needed much persuading but he backed down and agreed to a game and a drink. Craig went to the bar as Tasha and Jim carried on with small talk about their evenings. Minutes later, Craig returned with 3 drinks and 10 shots of tequila. He inserted a pound coin into the table releasing the balls with a loud bang and a familiar rumbling noise as they tumbled to the hole at the back end of the table.
"Who wants a game of killer?" said Craig with a mischievous grin on his face.
"What's killer?" questioned Jim.
"Simple" started Tasha. "We play pool as a three, taking it in turns to pot any ball on the table. We each have three lives. If you miss, you lose a life. Last one alive wins."
"But for added spice" Craig chirped in. "If you miss you also down a shot." smiling as he said it.
Craig set up the balls as they all agreed to the rules. Craig broke and potted followed by Tasha then Jim. Craig's second shot sunk a long shot and left Tasha with a tricky second shot. The ball rattled the pocket and stayed out. Jim cleaned up her miss as Tasha downed her drink. Craig sunk another one into the middle pocket and sent the white ball to the other end. Tasha missed and necked her second shot. Jim quickly followed suit as he misjudged a mid-range pot and dutifully drank his tequila. It did not taste nice.
The next three pots all went down before Craig missed for the first time. But with the white ball tucked up on the cushion, Tasha mishit the white and lost her last life.
"Tell you what Tash, you can stay in the game but each time you miss you have to do a forfeit from now on." Craig stipulated. Tasha nodded in agreement.
"OK, first forfeit, to stay in the game, is to flash your bra and cleavage at Jim to put him off his next shot.
Jim laughed at Craig's brave dare but to his astonishment, as he lined up his shot, Tasha appeared over the pocket he was aiming for, her green top rolled up in her hands and a lacy red bra on display with her ample cleavage blooming out the top of it! |
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By *D123Man
over a year ago
Kings Heath and Estepona |
Could enjoy this game!  |
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over a year ago
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Good start |
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Oooo this story is gonna be naughth |
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By *eeman1Man
over a year ago
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Sounds like it’s gonna be a fun game |
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Getting very interesting now, looking forward to more |
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Jim stood up slightly agog, not quite believing what he was seeing. Craig laughed and Tasha smiled as she remained fixed over the pocket, her bra and cleavage still on display.
"Your shot Jim" she playfully reminded him.
Jim bent down and lined up his pot but stayed fixed for more time than was required before slowly sinking his shot.
"Damn, didn't work!" said Tasha as she slowly stood up and then rolled down her top.
"Nice view though" replied Jim which made both of them smile. Craig potted his next shot and due to the fact that she'd completed her dare Tasha got the next one. With only three balls left on the table each shot was difficult and Tasha's tough effort down the cushion missed wildly.
Jim was about ready to try his own difficult effort when he was stopped by Craig.
"We need to decide on Tasha's dare and I have an idea" said Craig excitedly.
"Go for it!" said Jim intrigued by what on earth could follow.
"You have to play commando for the rest of the game" chirped Craig
Jim went back to being astounded. Flashing a bra was one thing but exposing herself was another. Granted, the pub was significantly quieter now, perhaps 10 people in total and none near them, but still, this was a big ask. But as Jim thought there was no way she'd do it, Tasha backed her petite frame into a corner, hidden by a small wall. Slowly, her thumbs slipped up beyond her skirt line and seconds later a matching red pair of French knickers appeared from under her skirt, slipped all the way down her legs and she delicately stepped her feet out, bent down and picked them up before putting them in her bag. |
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Horny |
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I love this story and where it is going. Jim sounds like he is about to be lucky  |
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over a year ago
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New twist on potting the pink |
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Jim stood there in amazement. Had she really just done that? Craig started making a ticking noise with his mouth to indicate that Jim needed to get on with the game. With his mind elsewhere he promptly screwed the cue ball left of its intended target and missed all the balls before coming to a rest in an almost identical spot. Jim drank his drink quickly before chasing it down with some of his pint.
Craig promptly missed and downed his second shot leaving an long red to the bottom right. Tasha excused herself declaring herself out (probably to avoid a third outlandish dare thought Jim). This time Jim poured all his concentration into the shot and slammed the ball home just as Tasha returned.
"Oooh nice shot Jim!" exclaimed Tasha. "Seeing as I'm fully out now, it's my turn to take control"
Tasha emphasised the words 'fully out' and Jim was pretty sure she opened her legs a bit as she did.
"Craig, sweetie, truth or dare"
"Truth" Craig replied
"What's the best thing I do in the bedroom?"
"Blowjobs! Definitely blowjobs." Craig's reply was quick and instinctive. The thought of Tasha giving head made Jim's groin throb. Tasha smiled triumphantly
"Truth or dare Jim" said Tasha with a mischievous smile.
"Ummm, I'm not sure I should play" Jim replied fidgeting with the cue in his hand
"Ohhh, go on, just for fun." Tasha was her usual persuasive self.
"Truth then, if I must" Jim's resolve lasting all of 5 seconds
"Do you like blowjobs?" was Tasha's immediate response
"Yes! Don't know a man that doesn't." Jim replied, perhaps a little too quickly
"Awesome!" exclaimed Tasha as she moved towards the table. As she did she picked up the black ball, the only ball left on the table. She popped the ball back on its spot and rolled the abandoned white ball to the other end of the table where Craig was waiting.
"Simple enough now" started Tasha. "Person who pots that ball gets head from me for 30 seconds in the beer garden and the loser has to watch!"
Craig smiled, Jim's jaw dropped once again and then he shuffled nervously as he glanced at his wedding ring
"Don't worry Jim, it won't mean anything, just a dare to end the night with" reassured Craig. He was surprisingly OK with all of this which had Jim pondering what on earth these two might get up to.
"No, I think I better leave it there. Thanks for the game"
This time Tasha interjected.
"Sorry, I took it too far. I literally meant to just suck the tip of the cock for a little while but I've made you uncomfortable and that's not fair. Can we get back to the game with no dare?"
"No, it's fine, you were just being playful." Jim paused a little longer. "
OK, I'm in" as he stared round at the very empty pub.
"Good news!" Tasha winked as her excitement grew.
"Seeing as you are the guest, heads or tails to go first?"
Jim called tails as Tasha flipped the coin in the air. |
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By (user no longer on site)
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Nice! |
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I hope Jim is thinking about you. Your lovely |
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That’s such a fantastically told and very horny tale
Also love that you are nearby and can easily imagine the in’s it may have been in;-) |
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Tails is the call" cried Tasha putting on a horrible American accent like some big boxing ring announcer. The coin twizzled in the air quickly, end over end until it slapped back into Tasha's palm with a dull thud. Quickly she clapped the coin to the back of her opposite hand before revealing the coin to herself
"And heads it is, how ironic" said Tasha as she carefully revealed the coin to her male friends.
Shots of tequila and losing imaginary lives was one thing but playing for a sneaky blowjob was another and it was clear there was renewed vigour in Craig's eyes as he chalked his cue and surveyed the table. Jim stood off to the left hand side, secretly hoping for a chance to pot this ball and see if Tasha would actually follow through with the dare. Craig bent down in front of him and positioned to make his shot. Out of the corner of his eye Jim saw some movement and at the same time saw Craig lift his head. Jim followed the gaze and his heart skipped a beat. Tasha, perched on a stool at the end of the table that the black ball was located, had discretely hitched up her skirt. Revealed between her thighs was a freshly shaven pussy with a small landing strip of hair. Tasha glanced from Craig to Jim and smiled as Jim fixated his gaze on Tasha's lower half. She moved her gaze back to Craig, seductively slipped a finger inside her mouth, trailed it down her body and then began circling her clit with her glistening finger.
"Well, we don't have all night, do we boys!" Tasha stated. She pushed her breasts skyward and stuck her tongue out, her hand clearly getting faster. Craig cleared his throat, Jim positioned his pint in front of his ever growing cock as Craig began sliding the cue back and forth on the bridge of his thumb, connecting hard with the white ball in front of him as Tasha let out a little moan. |
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Amazing |
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The night air was cold on the back of Jim's head but his alcohol infused body was paying it no heed as he stood in the beer garden in a mild d*unken stupor. It was quiet but that was a good thing considering the circumstances. Tasha was sat on the edge of a bench on one of the outside tables. Her legs spread to allow her to get her lips around the swollen member dancing around erect in front of her face. She grabbed it with her hand, licked the tip. She looked up.
"30 seconds, that's all." she winked after her playful statement and then slipped her lips round the head.
Tasha enveloped the cock with her mouth. Jim could only watch on in amazement as she slowly swallowed every inch of the fleshy member paraded in front of her face.
Jim's groin twitched with a pang of envy, and disappointment coursed through his head as he rued rattling the ball in the jaws of the pocket, leaving Craig to finish up easily. Even Tasha's increasingly outrageous masturbating couldn't force Craig to miss. She'd openly plunged two fingers deep inside herself as Craig got to the table. Instead Craig just blew her a kiss and gently rolled the black in before grabbing her hand and bringing her outside.
Now he was being deep throated by his girlfriend whilst Jim was fulfilling his part of the agreement by watching along, enjoying the show but understandably feeling a little left out.
Tasha pulled away and called time but Craig gently held onto her head and she guided his cock back inside. She sucked him expertly for another 10 seconds or so and then pulled away and shook her head as Craig tried once more to guide his member between her lips.
"Nuh-uh, if you want more you need to take me upstairs. I'm horny too you know, watching you two fight it out over the pool table has got me very wet".
"I suppose the two fingers that were inside your pussy will have helped!"
Jim fired off the comment without even thinking, clearly braver with the booze.
Tasha stood up, there were specks of saliva shining off her lips as the sparse streetlights dotted around the path outside the pub caught her lips. She took a few steps towards Jim, then pushed her pussy coated fingers up to his nose causing Jim to inhale her scent. It was more intoxicating than the booze.
"Aww Jim, my fingers felt amazing but it wasn't enough to put poor Craig off and for that I'm sorry. But, I'll tell you a secret..."
She trailed off as she she stepped into a slight embrace with Jim. Her lips were next to his ear, her bosom pressed against his chest, her hand found his.
"I much prefer it to be someone else filling me instead!" she whispered as she guided his fingers to her clit and pressed them into her wetness. |
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"Jim stood there in amazement. Had she really just done that? Craig started making a ticking noise with his mouth to indicate that Jim needed to get on with the game. With his mind elsewhere he promptly screwed the cue ball left of its intended target and missed all the balls before coming to a rest in an almost identical spot. Jim drank his drink quickly before chasing it down with some of his pint.
Craig promptly missed and downed his second shot leaving an long red to the bottom right. Tasha excused herself declaring herself out (probably to avoid a third outlandish dare thought Jim). This time Jim poured all his concentration into the shot and slammed the ball home just as Tasha returned.
"Oooh nice shot Jim!" exclaimed Tasha. "Seeing as I'm fully out now, it's my turn to take control"
Tasha emphasised the words 'fully out' and Jim was pretty sure she opened her legs a bit as she did.
"Craig, sweetie, truth or dare"
"Truth" Craig replied
"What's the best thing I do in the bedroom?"
"Blowjobs! Definitely blowjobs." Craig's reply was quick and instinctive. The thought of Tasha giving head made Jim's groin throb. Tasha smiled triumphantly
"Truth or dare Jim" said Tasha with a mischievous smile.
"Ummm, I'm not sure I should play" Jim replied fidgeting with the cue in his hand
"Ohhh, go on, just for fun." Tasha was her usual persuasive self.
"Truth then, if I must" Jim's resolve lasting all of 5 seconds
"Do you like blowjobs?" was Tasha's immediate response
"Yes! Don't know a man that doesn't." Jim replied, perhaps a little too quickly
"Awesome!" exclaimed Tasha as she moved towards the table. As she did she picked up the black ball, the only ball left on the table. She popped the ball back on its spot and rolled the abandoned white ball to the other end of the table where Craig was waiting.
"Simple enough now" started Tasha. "Person who pots that ball gets head from me for 30 seconds in the beer garden and the loser has to watch!"
Craig smiled, Jim's jaw dropped once again and then he shuffled nervously as he glanced at his wedding ring
"Don't worry Jim, it won't mean anything, just a dare to end the night with" reassured Craig. He was surprisingly OK with all of this which had Jim pondering what on earth these two might get up to.
"No, I think I better leave it there. Thanks for the game"
This time Tasha interjected.
"Sorry, I took it too far. I literally meant to just suck the tip of the cock for a little while but I've made you uncomfortable and that's not fair. Can we get back to the game with no dare?"
"No, it's fine, you were just being playful." Jim paused a little longer. "
OK, I'm in" as he stared round at the very empty pub.
"Good news!" Tasha winked as her excitement grew.
"Seeing as you are the guest, heads or tails to go first?"
Jim called tails as Tasha flipped the coin in the air."
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Jim sounds like he’s in for a treat - loving this story |
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By *D123Man
over a year ago
Kings Heath and Estepona |
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Two things happened quickly. First Jim shot a curious glance at Craig but his reassuring smile and wink disappated any tension. Almost instantly afterwards, Jim's fingers began sliding over Tasha's slit before moving down and curling inside her. Tasha moaned as Jim realised that for all her flirting he was the first person to touch Tasha tonight. Her head rested on his shoulder as his fingers worked their magic inside her. Jim could both hear and feel her breathing as her chest rose and fell on his. She made a low audible moan and exclaimed how good it felt as she pushed herself away from his shoulder. This time Tasha made the next move as she locked eyes with Jim and then thrust her lips on his, passionately kissing him, sliding her tongue between his lips. Jim returned the favour and found his fingers moving faster at the same time. Tasha stopped kissing, stood upright and her head went backwards as she panted into the cool dark Friday night sky. Her head rested on a wooden post behind her and she began to get more animated as Jim worked his fingers. Visibly, Tasha was clearly enjoying herself, physically it was clear as well as her pussy became wetter and wetter and Jim's fingers slid in and out of her with ease.
All of a sudden Jim stopped. Tasha's eyes shot open. Her slightly blurred vision came together and she saw Jim still there in front of her.
"What... The... Fuck... Jim. I was close to cumming" Tasha panted breathlessly, a frustrated smirk on her face showing she'd clearly enjoyed herself but was somewhat annoyed at the pause in her climax.
"30 seconds is all you get" Jim replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Tasha smiled back with a glint in her eye.
"Oh! It's like that is it!"
As Tasha spoke she grabbed Jim's arm spun him round and planted his back against the post. Quick as a flash she was undoing his belt, his trousers and his zip and in one swift movement, with her right hand, released Jim's cock from his trousers. She looked up at Jim impressed by what was before her and without breaking eye contact slipped her mouth over his leaking head. Jim's eyes closed as Tasha went to work, slowly edging down a little deeper in his shaft with each bob of her head and neck. Soon enough Jim felt the entire length go in and she sucked firmly at the bottom of his shaft before slowly drawing back to the tip and springing the head free from her lips. Still crouching down she took hold of the fingers that had been inside her and sucked one clean. She stood up.
"30 seconds mister" Tasha kissed him on the cheek and left him there to put his trousers back together. She walked back to the door to go back in the pub.
"That was fun Jim. Thanks for the drink and pool. I can either say goodnight now or you can join us upstairs?"
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Upstairs you go!? |
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"Ryan, me and Craig are turning in for the night. Do you need any help closing up?"
"Nah, I'm good, just one more run on the washer and I'm set. Thanks though."
"No problem."
"Hey, ummmm, wait for me"
"Jim!!! Good to see you again. Want one for the road upstairs?"
"Sure!"
The three of them climbed the narrow staircase single file. Tasha in front, Craig behind and Jim last. Tasha opened the door, Craig went straight to the fridge, Jim sat down with Tasha on the sofa. There was a surprising calm considering what had just happened outside but no one said anything.
As they sat drinking and talking Jim discovered that Tasha was the live-in assistant manager of the pub. This was her home. Craig, her boyfriend of four years, met her in the pub not long after she started and the romance blossomed. At weekends he stayed over so they could spend more time together whilst Tasha worked the busier days as families, regulars and guests filled the pub over the course of Saturday and Sunday.
"Do you want another?" Craig asked as he swilled down the last of his beer.
Tasha and Jim both said yes. Jim got up to join Craig in the small kitchen that was joined onto the open plan living space which had a sofa and a storage stool in it. Tasha remained on the sofa, reading a text message which had just come through on her phone.
Craig popped the tops off the three beers picked up one and handed it to Jim before clinking bottles. Craig returned to pick up the third beer as Jim turned round.
Tasha was propped into the corner of the sofa and had her skirt hitched up right over her arse, pussy fully on display. As her left hand squeezed her breast from the outside of her clothing, her right hand was in between her legs, two fingers buried inside her.
"Ryan's text. All locked up and safely on his way home. Thought maybe we could carry on where we left off boys?" |
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By (user no longer on site)
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Jim’s a lucky man! |
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Please carry on. This is so hot. |
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Tasha didn't wait for an answer. Soon the shoes were off, the top came up over her head revealing all of her bra now. She unclasped the back and let her bra fall away to reveal an amazing pair of D cup breasts. Craig put down his beer and instantly took the left breast in his hand, squeezing gently, thumbing the nipple to stimulate it. Jim followed, slower but more deliberate as he moved to Tasha's right and began kissing her neck, gently biting it as she turned her head away making the skin tight. She moaned as Craig slipped his mouth over her erect nipple then twisted her head toward Jim and began kissing him in an excited fashion. Jim slipped his hand under her skirt and wasn't surprised at all to find Tasha soaking wet. He began to play with her clit and soon she was panting openly into his mouth. She put her hand on Jim's shoulders as her knees started to shake. Craig was now grabbing her arse whilst still licking, sucking and biting her nipple.
Tasha's eyes flashed wide open.
"Don't...... you........ dare...... mmmmm.... stop... now....." she forced out between breaths.
Jim smiled proudly, happy that he was still able to make another woman feel pleasure as Tasha descended into a loud orgasm on the fingers of Jim's left hand. |
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By *ussD1Man
over a year ago
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Jim was conscious of his desire to taste her and moved to slip between Tasha's legs. She smelt sweet on his fingers earlier and now Tasha's glorious wetness was inches from his face. Tasha could feel his breath on her legs and opened her legs a little wider. It was all the invitation that Jim needed as he pressed his palms against the inside of her thighs and leant forward, kissing Tasha's smooth skin around the strip of hair. He could feel Tasha moving around and as a hand held onto the back of his head, she pushed her hips up and his lips and tongue finally fell against her soaking slit. Jim realised she was fed up of his teasing and had been trying to line her pussy up with his mouth. Now he was there and she tasted so good. Jim began slowly before varying the pace and pressure of his tongue. There was a moan from Tasha as he flicked his tongue from side to side over her clit. Craig shuffled around above his head and Jim both saw and heard Craig's trousers fall to the floor. Glancing up, Tasha's perfect mouth was once again wrapped around Craig's solid cock however, instead of the playful blowjob that she had engaged in with each of them outside, Tasha's head bobbed back and forth energetically, swallowing half of Craig's shaft with ease, the other half gripped in Tasha's left hand as she wanked and stroked him in tandem with her. Tasha's boobs moving around in time with her head, her right hand still stroking the back of Jim's head, encouraging him to keep eating her. Tasha continued to suck Craig in an animated fashion, all the while gyrating across Jim's face. The moans and the gasps were getting louder and more frequent as mouths and tongues continued to deliver pleasure to their recipients.
Tasha released her grip on Craig and quickly swivelled to be on all fours on the sofa. Jim sat up as Tasha moved and then watched as Craig hitched up her skirt and slowly slid himself into her. Tasha's head dropped into her bent forearms as her pussy finally received some cock after hours of games and teasing. She mustered enough energy to pick herself back up and miraculously found the skill to be able to prise Jim's cock out of his trousers. Craig's lustful look was matched by his intensity in the hip area as he slowly pumped himself in and out of Tasha. Tasha moaned and Jim edged closer, Tasha not requiring a second invite to have two of her holes filled at the same time. |
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Great story. |
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Up until now Tasha had shown herself to have an amazing skillset when it came to sexual endeavours but had also been an elaborate tease, only going so far before snapping back to some level of decency and respect.
Privately though she'd practically turned into a wanton slut. Forcing her arse backwards, she made sure that Craig was pummelling her with every inch of his thick cock. Meanwhile her hand and lips were wrapped around Jim's pulsing member as she switched between deepthroating his whole shaft and sloppily sliding up and down on his shaft with her tongue and lips. The moans were exquisite. As Jim's body ebbed and flowed through waves of euphoria, he found himself having to extract his cock every so often, just so that his threshold wasn't broken and he'd go past the point of no return.
Craig was getting more vocal behind Tasha now, joining her in her symphony of moans and gasps. Once again Tasha expertly took Jim's length right to the back of her throat as Craig pushed his own impressive cock into her pussy.
"I'm gonna cum" was Craig's deep grunt as Tasha then furiously began sucking Jim. There was no stopping the impending climax and it was clear that Tasha wanted a salty load in each hole as close together as possible. Craig's orgasm was obvious as his hips twitched and spasmed from behind his girlfriend. Soon enough the familiar tingle rushed through Jim's spine as his balls tightened and his rigid shaft shot spurt after spurt into Tasha's grateful mouth. Her moans of satisfaction accompanied her elaborate show of swallowing the lot before she collapsed to the sofa between her two spent lovers.
Tasha was smirking as Craig moved into kiss her, clearly unperturbed by the fact that another man had just cum in her mouth. Jim fastened up his trousers before Tasha swung round and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you, that was so much fun!" Tasha exclaimed, giggling all the while.
"I enjoyed myself but I really should be going now, time for me to get home." Jim clocked that it was gone midnight as he stood up.
"Well it's late so you're welcome to the sofa and then you can drive home in the morning." responded Craig. "It's up to you but the offer is there." |
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Loving this |
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