Her body looked so pale. The contrast between her skin and mine couldn’t have been more striking. She watched me undress as item by item slipped to the floor. I don’t think she ever saw the knowing grin on my face so heavy were her eyelids as the pleasure pulsed through her body.
I looked her in the eyes as I prised down my pants but she was not looking back at me. Her eyes were fixed on the length of muscle that lay between my legs. I had to push my pants over it to let them fall to the floor. My cock sprang free but was still only semi-flaccid. To say I was aroused at the sight of this beautiful pale skinned woman with juices leaking from her bright pink lips would be an understatement.
I heard her gasp as she seesawed to-and-fro. I saw her lip curl up at the edges and that needy look on her face had my full attention. Her neck extended in my direction; her mouth reaching out for the end of my cock in a feeble attempt to suck on it.
As I walked towards her, I stroked my cock to fullness. It was big; in girth as well as length. My glans was peeking through the foreskin; shiny and expectant.
In the four steps I had taken she hadn’t, not once, took her eyes from it. Mesmerised by how I made it swing from side to side as I pulled on it. As I got closer she opened her legs further; splaying them wide and leaned backwards.
I let my cock rest against her mons and gently slid along it; allowing her juices to coat it liberally.
She was staring profusely at the way my cock teased her, rubbed against her clitoris and parting her lips in a rude display of sexual depravity.
Yet it was her that brought us here, to her home, her flat overlooking the London skyline. It was her that chatted us up, in Ye Old Cheshire Cheese pub on Fleet Street dressed in her pinstripe suit and white open-necked shirt. It was her that glanced down at our jeans, eyeing up the produce and asking, rather politely, but not quietly, as to whether our cocks would like some action back at her place.
Quite frankly, I thought anyone in the room would have jumped at the chance but it was us she was asking and my brother was not one for letting compliments go without repaying the favour. I watched the man sitting on the chair behind her try and look up her skirt. He even reached out a hand.
His fingers were inches from her stockinged thigh before her third sense kicked in and she turned, scolding him with just her eyes. I tried to tell my brother that we shouldn’t bother but before I knew it we were heading out the door arm in arm with Melissa and laughing like we had been friends for years.
The lift to her place certainly had a tale or two to tell that evening. Not only were her kisses hot and seductive but at one point, she had us both with our backs against the lift wall stroking our produce, as she liked to call it, against our jeans while telling us both what she was thinking she would do with them once we got inside. Her kisses flitted from one cheek to the other as her words aroused us.
I excused myself to the toilet as soon as we got inside. All I could hear was gasping, moaning and groaning as clothes were removed. I’m not sure, but I think she had two orgasms while I was busy making myself pleasant after a hard day’s work grafting in Covent Garden. We had only popped into the pub on our way to Blackfriars to catch the train south over the river.
I saw sweat form on her brow as I positioned my cock at her entrance just above where my brother’s black cock was disappearing inside her anus; his hands had rested on both her thighs and were holding them back into her chest. Her luscious breasts wobbled and her red nipples were taught and aching to be sucked, but they would have to wait.
My brother’s cock only added to the tightness of her flesh around my tool. I held her thighs and pushed forward until the head had slipped inside. Her body seemed to suck the rest of my cock into her of its own accord and before long, my cock was balls deep.
Her eyes closed momentarily as she pushed her lower body towards me. Her cry of pleasure filled the room. Her hand reached out to grasp my arm; pulling me forward in an attempt to fill her body with even more cock.
I was looking at the sheer pleasure on her face all the time I slid into her. I finally pulled back and was about to push in once more when she finally looked up at me, into my eyes. Her head shook slowly from side to side, her luscious red lips opened, a sigh escaped and her bright blue eyes pierced mine.
It wasn’t her pale white skin or her blonde hair or beautiful eyes or the grin on her face that caught my attention. It was her filthy words that did it.
“Make me take it.”
Those were the words that caused my brother and me to lose all self-control and use her body for what she wanted it to be used for.
She seemed transported to another world when we started fucking her.
