It was Friday evening and as dusk drew in, and i sat thinking how much i was looking forward to the weekend. I was sat on a train hurtling down towards London to attend a conference the next day. I couldn't really care less about the conference. One of those all expenses paid interdepartmental things that work made me go on from time to time. No what I was looking forward to was seeing my best mate Joe and his gf Sarah. Joe had been my best friend since we started uni 6 years ago but as we lived at other ends of the country to each other nowadays we didn't see each other as much as we'd like. ... Continue»
Midnight in London is an amazing time of the night. No one but the street police patrolling the streets and the much known night whores who will hide in the shadows waiting for a customer, and with the flickering of the street lamps, it makes it very hard for the police to find “us”. By us, I mean the night whores. I am one of them, and I see my next customer slowly approaching me.
He was finely dressed; with a modern, three piece suit with gemmed studs as his buttons. His shoes, being black in color and gemmed lining around the front, were glistening as he walked with strife and confidence. Not to mention his beautifully crafted top-hat, the brim shining in the lights of the night as he approached me. I knew he was going to pay well for my services.
As he stood in front of me, he took his top-hat off to reveal a full head of beautifully kept, dark hair as he bowed and kissed my hand. The touch of his hand made me shudder, even though it was warm and tender. He smiled a dashing, almost devilish smile that made my heart melt. I knew it was time.
We walked up the long stairs to my ever-so beckoning room, wanting him to press himself against me with his masculinity and lovingness. I wanted him to touch me, and kiss me like no man has done before. I wanted him to kiss me from head to toe, wanting me to beg for his throbbing manhood.
As we walked into the room, the fresh aroma of my sweet vanilla mixed with cinnamon perfume flooded our noses, making him pull me close. He brushed the hair away from my face, as I gasped for air quickly as he kissed me softly, making my whole body shudder. I began to reach for his pants, only to have him grab my hand, and wave his index at me, telling me no. He slowly walked backwards, taking off his jacket and sitting down in my loft chair, just beside my bay window. The window over looked the whole city. Even for being an English whore, I still had good taste in apartments.
He beckoned me over, gesturing for me to take off my dress. I reached around to my back, pulling the laces off of my corset, allowing it to be loose enough to just fall right off to my feet. This revealed my white, almost see-through dress, showing my already hard nipples from the chilly night air. This aroused him even more. He made another gesture, and almost immediately I began to slowly pull the sleeves off of my shoulders, undoing just enough for him to see my bare, tender breasts. They aren’t massive, but they’re a handful. This pleased him. I began to take the rest of it off, as he got up, taking my hands in his, and he began to slowly caress my side. I began to shake a little, as he slowly crawled up to my right breast, and began to make slow, loving circles around my nipple. He gently grabbed a hold of my breast, leaning towards it, and he put his hot mouth around it. He began licking my nipple, with gentle nibbles at it every now and then. Moaning, I slowly ran my fingers through his hair, allowing him to caress my other breast. My pussy began dripping with hunger and excitement.
He then picked my body up, sat me on the loft chair, and finished removing my dress. I was completely aroused, wanting him to thrust his hard man-hood deep inside my pussy. He continued with my right breast, but not too long after he moved to the left one, sucking and teasing me with his mouth. As he flicked my nipple with his tongue, he slowly rubbed down my body, stopping just above my wet pussy. He rubbed and made circles around my pussy, rubbing my inner thighs teasing me with delight. He enjoyed watching me squirm trying to get him to touch me in the right spot.
He slowly led his hand to my pussy lips, slowly caressing them as he spread them apart to rub my clit. Making me moan louder, I arch my back, wanting him to put his hot mouth on my pussy. He inserted a finger deep into my pussy, making me spread my legs wider, signaling that I wanted him to taste me. He made his way down, leaving a trail of licks and kisses, and as he got to my pussy, he looked up at me, smiling that devilish smile he has. Before I knew it, he was eating me out while thrusting his fingers in and out of my pussy. I wanted to come so bad, and as I was about to, he stopped everything. I cried in agony, for I wanted him to taste my juices. He waved his index once more, and began to get up. He fully unclothed himself, showing his massive hard cock.
He lifted me off of the loft chair, and sat me down on my bed. It felt great to be on my bed, especially with the silk sheets. He signaled me to roll on my stomach, meaning he wanted me in the “doggy” position. I assumed the position, and he crawled onto the bed behind me. He took my legs, closed them together, and slowly rubbed his cock up and down my slit, making me whimper for it to be deep inside of me. He slowly entered his cock into my pussy, but only a little bit to tease me even further. Then he thrust all of his man-hood into me at once, making me cry in pleasure.
He continued thrusting, starting slow then he would go fast, making me get closer to coming with each thrust. We both began to moan louder and louder, on the verge of coming with powerful orgasms. I began to arch my back more, rocking to his thrusting cock going deep inside of me. As we both screamed each other’s names, we had the most powerful orgasms. We fell to the sheets, panting and bathed in sweat. We fell asl**p in each other’s arms, and that’s what I would call a midnight in London.