1pm & 6pm 30/6/17

I’m sitting here like the cat that’s got the cream. In the past 24 hours I’ve had sex with the two most fabulous guys within hours of each other. And I can only tell you, dear reader. When I woke up my nipples hurt. And then I remembered. I haven’t bathed yet, the smell of myself on my fingers, enjoying every last memory of a filthy afternoon.

Both guys haven’t visited for ages : the first three months ago, the second twelve. The timing is perfect. I haven’t been fucked in a month; their messages spark my pussy into life after a week of monthly-cycle slumber.

I arrive home minutes before the first guy: just enough time to quickly pull on a suspender belt and stockings. He likes what he sees of course and we go upstairs immediately. He’s pre-booked a few requests in so I don’t waste any time unbuckling his belt and manipulating his length into my mouth. He loves this, he gently holds my head in the position he wants and thrusts gently. My throat opens up and I take him as deep as I can, in between a few deep breaths. My saliva drools from his cock, he pumps it a few times and lifts it so I can suck his balls.

I can’t kneel any more so get on the bed. He kneels now to worship my pussy. As he touches my crotch he exclaims how wet I am. I’m delighted. We both strip and he fingers me, his palm flat on my mons pubis, his other hand working away inside. He has been practising, it feels incredible. We 69, me on top, no time to tie my hair back. My drool and his pre-cum are now in my hair.

He wants to take me doggy style and asks for a condom. He arranges me at the end of the bed. Normally I hate this position but I want to feel used, only there for his pleasure. He thrusts into me until I can’t move. It’s not unpleasant but it isn’t doing much for me. I manage to push back on his cock and push myself up, but he wants to stop. He flips me over and I realise he’s lost his erection. We don’t have much time anyway, he has to go back to work.

We travel back into the city, him into the office, me to an appointment.

A few hours later I get back home. I can still smell him on my hands. I shower quickly and wonder what to wear for the second round. I decide on the same combo, a lacy halter bra and knickers, different dress. I slick myself with lube as always. And then the doorbell goes.

I had forgotten how tall he was. He kisses me in the doorway and he tastes of his lunch – something tomatoey with celery. It both repulses me and makes me wet. His kisses are to die for. I lead him upstairs and shyly look at him. His body! I had forgotten the smoothness of his skin and the tautness of his arms. Like a pro he grabs my chin and kisses me again. And pinches my bum. I unbuckle and take his cock in a mirror image of what I did 3 hours ago. His is thicker, and harder. I lie down on the bed like earlier and he kisses right around my knickers, teasing me. Oh how I have missed this professional. My kickers are removed and his mouth is on my sex and it is so good I make noises I haven’t before. As he inserts his fingers I almost giggle with pleasure, but stop myself. He is stimulating my Gspot and I am on the borderline between pain and pleasure – I hear the familiar sound of wetness as he moves his expert hands and realise I have squirted all over the bed.

We take a break and then start up again. It’s warm in my room and he is sweating. But we try every position – him on top, holding my legs in the air, scissoring me and from behind. But reader, as soon as I climb aboard that magnificent length, I am gone. I come straight away.

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