Star Signs-Decoded 2

Chapter Seven.

ARIES, MARCH 21-APRIL 19

The first sign of the Zodiac, Aries, loves to be number one. Naturally, this dynamic fire sign is no stranger to competition. Bold and ambitious, Aries dives headfirst into even the most challenging situations--and they'll make sure they always come out on top.

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Stella had been divorced for two years, and to compensate for the loss of a partner, in every sense of the word, she saw the thirty-year-old strawberry blonde dive headfirst into her work at the London Archives. Then, something snapped. What fortitude she had left saw her seek out a lover for some much-needed gratification. She was still in her prime, looks-wise, and considered herself to be desirable to other men. Donald and she had been compatible in the bedroom in every sense of the word, and her dormant libido now rose to the surface. She missed the more passionate sex they'd shared for two years, and things got dull.

Her younger brother, William, had been a tower of strength through the rough times, and she enjoyed staying with him at his home in Surrey during the holidays. He was still single and sowing his wild oats every chance he could. On this occasion, being the Easter break, Stella had driven down to Ruislip for a well-earned rest from the busy City.

She had her key to the house, and she let herself in as her sibling was out. The proud Aries girl had a penchant for sleeping in the raw, and as she felt sleepy after the two-hour drive, she collapsed in the bed she usually slept in on her visits. She stripped off completely and hit the hay. She stirred in her sleep after an hour as she felt the presence of another in the room.

"Wills?" she asked dreamily as she rolled over onto one side.

The single sheet draped over her slim frame was half off, and her left leg was half bent at the knee, therefore innocently showing off her trimmed-back bush.

"Peter. You must be Stella."

"Oh!"

A youngish-looking fellow stood on the threshold of the room in a tee shirt and briefs. As she focused, she noticed that he had a big old erection going on in his pants. How long had he been there?

"Peter?"

"A friend of Will. He graciously let me crash here for a couple of days. I've been sleeping in that bed."

"I'm so sorry, I normally crash here too."

"He just popped out to get some groceries for our supper. You rest here, and we'll catch up."

Stella grabbed the sheet and smiled sheepishly at the long-haired youth as he departed. Later, her brother returned, and they were formally introduced.

"I thought that tomorrow we could go and see the Thames Ditton miniature railway. Sounds like it might be fun."

"If you like, Wills. I'm just glad of the rest."

Peter offered to do the dishes, and as she and William sat chatting, the blonde babe couldn't fail to notice Peter constantly looking in her direction. AND, still harbouring an obvious boner as he did so.

"Is he? You know. Always like that?" she whispered.

"Like what?"

"Well, look. You know. Primed."

"Ha! Actually, yes. He has that thing, I forget the name, but it gives him a prolonged and rigid erection that sometimes lasts for hours. He doesn't feel any discomfort, just gets a big stiff."

The thought of having exposed herself and being nude in front of the boy who was ten years younger than her, and him nearly always having an upstanding flagpole, made her masturbate to an intense climax in her fantasy world. They visited the railway all of the next day, and Stella felt slightly embarrassed about being in proximity to Peter. This was noticed and addressed that evening. Stella was in her room about to shower when he knocked lightly on the open door. All she had on was a fluffy towel wrapped around her covering her private parts and just skirted to cover her bottom.

"Do I upset you, Stella?"

She turned to face him as he closed the door behind him.

"No, of course not."

"That's good. I thought you were avoiding me."

They looked at each other with one of those lingering eyeball-to-eyeball stares that made them both think hard. Just that quick instant when she had shown him her birthday suit had remained etched in each other's minds since.

"I think you're smashing."

"You do? Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Nah. Girls my age get scared."

"Scared? Of what?"

"This."

The older of the two looked wide-eyed as he dropped his cargo pants and drew out his ever-ready club.

"Holy shit!"

He held up his magnificent cock at the root so that the throbbing shaft seemed even bigger than it was. He was circumcised, and the mushroom helmet tapered over a white column that was lined with blue veins that stood out in relief.

She stared at it in amazement as he wagged it at her with a cheesy grin.

"I've never seen one this big," she said, letting her tower loosen about her naked body.

"Thanks. l like you, Stella. Could you help me out? It aches like the devil, and if you could give me some much needed relief, I would be ever so grateful."

She knew what he referred to and instantly felt for him.

"Get on the bed."

Peter sat on the edge, and the blonde let her towel fall away. He jerked off as he gazed at her curvy form. Stella had a body that often made men's jaws drop open. Her waist and belly were quite trim, and her backside was well-rounded and still firm. But it was her breasts that turned most heads. Her large boobs hung over her rib cage with nipples that were perfectly centred.

"You look so hot!" he exclaimed.

"Thank you."

Stella got down and let her mouth envelop his knob whilst bobbing her head up and down. Poor kid is desperate, she thought. As was she! She held his shaft upright as she drizzled saliva down the superb length to his scrotum. She used her right hand to cup her mound, smiling inwardly at how warm and moist she was. Peter caressed her hair, keeping it out of her eyes as she went down on him with relish.

"That feels brilliant," he purred as he watched her fair head move back and forth between his thighs.

He was way bigger than Donald, and she found her jaw was stretching out a lot further than when she used to give her husband oral sex. She moaned around Peter's cock, a little embarrassed by how much she was getting into sucking this young man's big dick. She inhaled deeply and took as much of the shaft down her throat as she could, his pubes coming closer to her nostrils. She breathed in the intoxicating boy scent and frigged herself faster.

"Keep going, keep going." Stella coughed and spluttered more than she meant, which was music to Peter's ears.

He pressed his right hand firmly on top of her head and tilted his up. "Suck it, suck it, suck it, Ah!"

Stella shifted as he pushed his hips up and she swallowed a great stream of cum he unleashed in spasms. So much! She gulped, but her mouth filled again and again with each jerk of his cock. Jet after jet of the goo gushed down her gullet, and snot bubbles formed in her nose as she fought to breathe. Finally, he stopped and she went up on her haunches to see the boy grinning at her. His rampant erection was still proud and rigid on his stomach, failing to shrink an inch.

"Thanks, Stella. Must dash."

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Stella waited patiently until past midnight when both of them had gone to bed. Wrapped in a robe, she padded barefoot past William's room to the other spare. She opened the door and entered.

"Peter? Are you awake?"

The boy stirred, and again, she licked her lips at the sight of his ridiculously permanent stiffness, which tented the sheet.

"Stella?"

"Yes. I think you need to return the favour." She dropped her robe and jumped naked onto the bed. "It's been so long," she gasped as she crammed his face to her trim snatch.

He mumbled in her muff as she held him there and she sighed when he planted his mouth right on her damp slit. He stabbed at her with his tongue, and she kicked her legs out.

"Yes!" she cried as welcome waves of pleasure coursed through her loins. She grabbed his head hard and pulled him in. "Eat my pussy!"

The blonde babe squealed in a high pitch as his tongue flicked over her swollen clit. No novice applied two fingers to the mix and pushed them inside her pussy.

"Ah! That's it."

Peter was fully awake now, and he spread her legs wide for him. He buried his face in her wet quim and lapped at her at a rate of knots. Stella squirmed and writhed on her back and made two fists with which she beat the mattress. Her juices painted his chin and her inner thighs and he fucked the rucked up sheets with his uncontrollable hard-on.

"Fuck me!" she ordered as she pushed him onto his back.

She straddled his waist and lowered herself over his massive shaft. Her labia spread out around the base of his cock dribbling her arousal and soaking his shaft. She pushed down hard and gasped aloud as she embraced the biggest dick in her life.

"Big! So big!"

Stella moved up and then back down on him and her tits shook as she slammed her bottom into him again and again. She was in heaven as she worked her hips harder and faster, sliding along most of his stiff cock. Her thighs were sticky from her arousal, and she placed her palms on his belly as she rose higher. It had been two long years since she last had a man and she cursed her delay in finding a new lover. She smashed into him and her backside was a blur as she fucked him with all her stamina and strength.

"I'm coming!" she screamed.

Her fluids soaked his cock and ran down his shaft. She blushed crimson as her pussy convulsed, yet still, she fucked the virile boy. Stella whimpered, her lust growing by degrees. She humped and humped on his steel hard hose with steady strokes. Fuck! I'm out of control, she thought to herself in disbelief. Sweat ran down her cleavage as his cock pushed up deeper inside her reaching hitherto unknown depths.

"I want more!" she exclaimed, bouncing over his groin. "MORE!"

Peter grunted and rolled them over so that he was now on top of her. He pressed her into the bed as he bucked his hips high. Stella felt the air escape her lungs on every thrust home as she lifted her legs.

"Your hot pussy feels so good around my cock, Stella," he growled.

How was this possible? He was shagging her like it was her first time. He was raising her lower body off the bed as she clung to him and then he slammed his cock back in as deep as it would go.

"Coming!"

As she climaxed again, the Aries blonde could feel Peter's cock swell as he too came. He filled her to overflowing as he ejaculated, and his stuff ran out and down her upturned cheeks.

"Goodness me! You do shoot a load, don't you? Next time, bring a rubber."

"Next time?"

"Oh, yes!"

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Chapter Eight.

CAPRICORN, DECEMBER 22- JANUARY 19

What is the most valuable resource? For Capricorn, the answer is clear: time. Capricorn is climbing the mountain straight to the top and knows that patience, perseverance, and dedication are the only way to scale it. The last earth sign of the Zodiac, Capricorn, is represented by the sea goat, a mythological creature with the body of a goat and the tail of a fish. Accordingly, Capricorns are skilled at navigating both the material and emotional realms.

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January 2024. London.

"Sally?"

The woman I had worshipped from afar ever since she had been introduced to me by her husband back in 2004. She sat beside me at the hotel bar in Mayfair and looked at me with little curiosity.

"Sally Jameson, isn't it?"

"Yes?"

"You may not remember me, but I worked under your husband in the City. How is he?"

"Dead."

"Really?"

"Covid. He wouldn't take the vaccine, stupid sod. Conners, isn't it?"

"Jamie Conners, right."

Sally always exuded charm and grace and was never seen in public without dressing in style. Today, the striking blonde was wearing a chic one-piece red dress with a high, collarless neckline. She resembled Faye Dunaway, the film star. Her long, fair locks tumbled past her shoulders, and her blue eyes met mine and made me melt. She gave me a once over and shrugged. I was in London on business. With the global pandemic, it was the first time I had travelled from the North in nearly two years. I was staying at the Marriott Hotel and was winding down in the bar.

"I'm here on a two-day visit from Manchester. I left to go there in 2014. Never looked back. Got married. Got divorced."

"Right."

I noted the expensive jewellery she wore proudly and figured that Donald Jameson must have left her loaded. She finished her martini and stood up to leave.

"Are you staying here?"

I blurted out as she turned her back on me. I signed the receipt for the barman, and he wrote my room number on the bottom. 301. Sally looked over my shoulder with a sneer and then tottered off.

"Today is my birthday. I spent it with friends, and now I must be off. Good night, Mister Conners."

A Capricorn? I shrugged and then smiled to myself. Me and her? Never in a million years. I went to my room, stripped off, and sank into the soft bed my company had paid for. I closed my eyes for a few minutes and then heard a light rapping on the door. I tugged my boxers back on, and Sally brushed by me when I opened the door. She stood at the foot of the bed and wriggled out of her red dress.

"Sally?"

Beneath her dress, the forty-something blonde wore a low-cut camisole top that fit snugly on her ample bosom and nothing else. I admired her luscious pins and fabulously shaped backside, and then my eyes naturally drifted to her puffy mound that sat uncovered and trim at the apex of her upper thighs. My dick rose to attention and strained awkwardly in my boxers.

"Is that big cock hard for me?"

"It is. You've always done things for me, Sally. You are an incredibly sexy lady."

"Then you shall have me for a night. I have no wish to be alone on my birthday, so do what you want with me, and do it quickly."

Before I could respond, the sultry vixen had me sitting on the edge of the bed with my boxers ripped away. My dream fuck knelt before me and I watched in awe as her tongue slowly licked the underside of my cock from base to tip. After a few warm-up swipes, she took my engorged helmet between her ruby lips and sucked on it with low yummy sounds. I felt perspiration run down my spine as the leggy blonde took half of my length in and out of her mouth, and I was sent to heaven. She licked and sucked me until I was as hard as I had ever been.

"Do you partake, Conners?" Sally stood up and sprawled out on her back with her legs out. "I want you to lick my pussy."

Who was I to say no? I got down on my knees, held her left leg in my hand, and proceeded to lick the inside of her thigh up to just about where her vulva started. Then I did the same with her right leg, gliding ever closer to her muff. She quivered when I kissed her snatch and started fingering her fuck hole as I flicked out at her clit. She inhaled deeply at this teasing and sighed contently.

"God, how I love to be licked."

This spurred me on to lap and slobber all over her pussy, going where my tongue took me. Whatever I did seemed to please her, and I yearned to shove my throbbing log into her hard. Sally threw her head back when I gave her long sweeps from her anus to clit over and over again.

"You beast, Conners. Give it to me, you devil. I need to feel you inside me. And I want you to take me from behind. Fuck me like a bitch."

She drew her top off as I bumped hips with her as I slid into position. Her heart-shaped bottom was a vision to look at as I parted her cheeks with my length. I pushed in hard, and the next second, I was all in. I fucked her and she fucked me back, and between the pair of us, we moved in tandem. My belly slapped her rounded bum as I banged my fantasy woman in my most favourite position. I stepped up my rate of strokes, and she dipped her head and made throaty growls of bliss. This was not lovemaking, but raw and lustful fucking. Which we both craved and needed badly.

She fell onto her front, and I disengaged and rolled her onto her back. I dove between her splayed pins, and with one pelvic thrust, I was back in her wet tunnel. I bent my head as I slammed into her and bit hard on her left nipple, tweaking her other with my hand. As I gave it a bit more force, Sally arched up and lifted her chest into my face.

"Lovely!" she cried as I let my full weight settle on her slim frame in my stride.

She scratched my back with long nails, almost drawing blood as she changed from an elegant lady to a sex-crazed whore.

Back and forth I went, entering her with deep strokes and then rearing back, pulling her inner folds with me. Sally moved her hips along with mine as she surrendered to a welcome orgasm. In my excitement, my cock slid out totally from her sodden cunt and I pushed my dick along her slit without penetrating her again. She grabbed my shaft, brought it back to her entrance, and wiggled her hips so that she enveloped my length again.

"Bastard!"

Sally spat and moaned as we rocked the bed in a mess of flailing limbs. I increased my thrusting as I made it to my vinegar strokes and I ejaculated inside her, spurting my cum into her mushy cunt. I collapsed on her with my cock buried in her cum-filled pussy, and we panted and perspired in our post-coital relief. I turned over, and in a trice, I drifted off. When I awoke, Sally was gone, and when I examined my pockets, I found that she had taken all of my credit cards. What a bitch!

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Chapter Nine.

PISCES, FEBRUARY 19-MARCH 20

The Piscean woman is invariably flirtatious from an early age and revels in her perception of being a potential sex machine. She bubbles over with charm, good dress sense, and an insatiable sex drive. They often have exquisite features and bodies with stunning breasts and fair hair. While she may give the impression that she is submissive, it goes with her inclination to be dominant in bed.

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The dusky-skinned and attractive Latrice stood at the foot of the bed in a shocking pink silky soft camisole that erred on the short side. Barely an inch decent, the sexy lace garment fit very snugly around her medium-sized breasts and accentuated her trim waist. The Piscean female smiled to herself as she looked at her chosen studs for this evening's entertainment. Not for the first time did the London-born thirty-year-old of parents from Mauritius count her blessings as a winner of the Euro Lottery. Having been dumped by her scumbag of a husband, the sex-starved minx had vowed to quench her thirst for sex in style, a revenge of sorts on her unloving spouse who never knew what a good thing he had.

"Good evening, gentlemen. I trust you are all up for it."

She looked from right to left and felt a distinct thrill in her loins. All the male escorts looked to be in their twenties, fit and broad-shouldered with varying cock sizes and shapes. And all black. Her eyes settled on the man nearest to her left, about six feet tall with short brown hair. He stroked his seven-inch erection with a spiral twist of his right fist. Beside him, another dark-skinned hunk with a tattoo of an eagle on his shaven chest looked at her with sparkling eyes.

"Hi," he said in a husky voice. You will definitely get your money's worth."

'Are you looking for a London male escort agency that represents only carefully selected, sophisticated, safe, reliable, and handsome straight male escorts?'

This is what Latrice had read on the website of Sophisticate London Escorts Agency when she decided to treat herself.

'We believe that you are at the right place and what matters the most is our understanding that actions speak louder than words and that is why we display a selection of male escort profiles that are selectively displayed representing men with a complete package of looks, personality and charm intending to exceed and deliver your expectations, rather than empty promises.'

She had tried and loved it; this would be her fifth encounter with their boys.

"Good to hear."

On her right a man with a shaven head leered at her perky tits and stood hands on hips, his six-inch plus cock pointing to the ceiling from a hairless groin. His biceps testified to a rigorous training regime, as did his developed quads. Next to him another black stud stood with arms folded on his shining deep chocolate chest, his enormous appendage at half mast, but still impressive. All the men were athletic-looking and rugged, and without a doubt, the most virile-looking men she had encountered in her life. She had never taken part in a gangbang before and her head swam at the thought of being ravished by a group of sex-crazed men.

"Shall we begin?"

Latrice walked barefoot to a large leather chair at the side of the bed and watched with a wicked smile on her red lips. She gave a surreptitious nod of her head, and all the studs went into motion.

"Use the lube, boys."

She was proud of her body and there could be no denying that the woman was built like a dream. Full and firm boobs, flat stomach with a hint of a swell, and two perfect buttocks. As she leaned up her curvy legs parted and her cock stiffening cunt was exposed to all. An exquisite surge of excitement rushed through her at the realisation of her vulnerability. Confronted by so many erect cocks, some fat, some long, and all midnight black, made her pussy pulse with expectation.

A dozen big hands mauled her flesh, kneading her tits, caressing her belly, and cupping her dampening pussy. She moved on her back in a wonderful daze as her body was worshipped by the pack of hungry men. She loved the attention she was receiving as their fingers went here and there. One hand met her smooth pussy lips and her legs widened gladly. Her face was forcefully turned to her left and a thick cock rested on her chin.

She opened her mouth and let the head pop inside with muted moans. The smell of the man reached her nostrils as his groin came nearer to her face and her pussy oozed over probing fingers. To her right the man with the shaven head and body leaned over, his cock jutting out from his smooth stomach. He roughly whipped her face his way and presented his prick to her. Her moans mingled with his grunts as she scraped her teeth along the greasy length of his rock-hard organ.

"Go for it, boys."

More cocks came her way and she quivered restlessly, anxious for cock to be slipped past her succulent red lips. At the foot of the bed, four aroused men were smearing generous amounts of KY jelly to their erections as they geared up to fuck the black babe. A giant-sized bottle of Johnsons baby oil was held above her writhing body from high up and drizzled over her stomach and boobs liberally.

Latrice aided the man and smoothed the lotion over the alluring swell of her rounded breasts, warm dribbles of which slid down her cleavage. Her thumbs flicked at her hard nipples as a thick cock pushed into her welcoming mouth. She eagerly slurped like a trooper as the lean and dusky hunk jerked his pelvis. A trail of oil trickled over her Mons pubis and the outer labia of her aching quim, and sparks of delight sent her shuddering as a man's thumb brushed at her throbbing clitoris.

From her tits down to her upper thighs, Latrice was slippery and shiny now as she was massaged by many hands. A musky aroma of baby oil, sex, and sweat permeated the crowded bedroom, and her heart beat fast in her chest. Her brown eyes were wide open as she swirled her tongue erotically around the swollen crown of the black man's knob.

"Yeah baby, suck that big thing."

Still flat on her back, the wealthy minx slid her fingers up and down the veiny shaft and planted hot kisses on the purple-coloured glans. She made urgent whining sounds as two fingers pushed into her cunt and she wriggled on the probing digits frantically. Her lips rolled along the underside of the deep chocolate-hued stem of the black stud as she wanked off another with her left hand. Her right hand was gripped firmly and a hot cock was placed in her open palm.

Busy servicing three cocks at once, her lower body was lifted and she felt a pillow slide under her bum, quickly followed by the man with the eagle tattoo who settled his ripped body on her. Her lithe legs were pushed ajar exposing the enticing pink insides of her cunt, and a stiff cock was pressed at her entrance. The wet slit opened like a flower as she lifted on the pillow and warmly embraced the prodigious appendage.

"Fuck! That's good!"

One hard inch after another slid inside slowly until the entire seven inches was in. Immediately, the man's rump began to rise up and down, delivering a steady and assured rhythm. The KY helped his penetration and he happily fucked the babe with his youthful energy. He stopped momentarily and he was replaced by a brawny-chested stud who wasted no time in fucking his heart out, the slap of his balls on her oiled-up body evident of their lustful exuberance. With only a few strokes he increased his rate and buried his length in the expectant pussy of Latrice. He was surprised at how easily he slid in and out, no doubt due to the two stiff cocks she had accommodated in rapid succession.

Brawny chest used all of her slick channel, hammering her into total submission. Latrice seemed to float on air as a rosy glow sent sublime tingles to her toes. He gave her three more lusty lunges before maddeningly withdrawing his superb cock. Babyface eased his meat into her mouth, then further into the back of her throat. All the men looked on as she gagged and spluttered as six inches of cock crammed in her open mouth, her eyes almost bulging. Then he withdrew, and Latrice gasped for air as the man wasted no time and slithered down her oiled-up torso until he was between her spread-out legs.

"Fuck me, big boy," she whimpered with spit running down her chin.

Two muscled men each took a dainty foot and held her legs out as far as possible as she was taken roughly. Latrice threw her head back as her cute chocolate-hued bottom was driven into the pillow with furious thrusts of the stud's taut bum. She bucked her loins back at him, hungry to be consumed by his stiff meat. The muscles in his thighs and calves rippled as he fucked the black slut for a solid two minutes, pawing her boobs as he did so.

"Now time for two cocks, boys."

Latrice had her slippery frame lifted by strong hands and plonked onto the upright pole of Eagle Chest who laid on his back. She was held about the waist as he lined up his rod to her softness and slid up into her all the way. Her eyes were wild and open as she was pounded by strong upward thrusts that caused her lightweight figure to bounce up and down.

"Now in the ass."

From behind Shaven Head smeared more lube on his six inches and held his raging hard-on at her delightful puckered anus. The man under her stopped his gyrating and squeezed her tits as the other pushed his cock head a tiny way inside her asshole. Latrice screamed as she was skewered in both her holes, which were covered in sweat and grease. The pair of rampant men began to move together as she twitched and perspired, her hair in total disarray on her head.

"Oh my goodness! I'm coming!"

The men had held her tight in their bulging arms as they moved in unison, and when the cock in her asshole pushed in deep Latrice shook with a shattering orgasm, Now she succumbed to a strong and delirious carnal lust that consumed every fibre of her body.

"Fuck that cunt, fuck that ass. Fuck the shit out of me, you motherfuckers! I love it! Two cocks in me at the same time. Ram it in, faster, faster!"

One came onto his knees at the edge of the bed and put his pecker in line with her face. He jerked hard near her face and grunted loudly as he unloaded suddenly. Latrice opened her mouth and took the first two spurts on her tongue. She let it dribble out and coat her chin as the next two hits flew onto her pert nose.

"That's it, cum on my face. I'm a cock hungry slut!"

Behind her she felt the cock vacate her stretched anus, only to be quickly replaced by another boner, no way of knowing who it was. She rarely had anal sex in her sex life but a demon had possessed her. Now she rode on the cock deep inside her soaking cunt and managed to somehow press her back into the man behind her who held her by the hips. Their movements were perfectly in sync, as one slid inside her, and the other slid out. With her face dripping cum on the man beneath her, Latrice whipped her head around as a second orgasm took her by surprise.

"Oh!"

The men were only human and mixed with her climax and the sensation of their rigid pricks barely separated by a thin membrane they released their cum at the same time. Eagle Chest was the most unfortunate of the two as when the ass fucker pulled out and Latrice lifted herself off his pulsing member he was drenched in semen.

"Wonderful sport, wonderful. Having fun, boys?"

Latrice lay on the bed panting hard in a sticky mess of cum, oil, and sweat. She stole a look at her tormentor or was that benefactor and he saw her smouldering eyes stare into hers, her haughty gaze supplemented by a big pout. Before she had time or breath to answer, her eye was drawn to the ebony-skinned hunk whose hose she had attempted to suck earlier. His huge erection stood to attention at a very respectable eight inches.

In the blink of an eye, Latrice had her slender legs raised onto the man's shoulders and her pussy was speared by his massive manhood. She opened her mouth in a silent scream, her breath stolen by his bold entry. Her bum lifted from the bed, Latrice placed her arms out horizontally to stabilise herself.

"Oh... my... lord!"

As he fucked the living daylights out of the Piscean female, their bodies smacked together with a resonating sound, his big ball sack hitting her up-turned ass. Sweat poured from every pore in his body, and the bed resembled an overflowing river bank. Latrice was pulled and pushed to and fro, the thick tool tunnelling in and out of her steamy cunt.

"Fuck that pussy, fuck that pussy, fuck that pussy!"

The other hired studs began to chant in time with the merciless banging Latrice was being subjected to. He drove his cock in and out with blinding speed and Latrice squealed with delight. The air in the room reeked of staleness, and naked bodies glistened and shone in the harsh ceiling light. Try as she might, Latrice kept slipping and sliding on her ass as the deep, plunging prick drove on in. The man reared up letting her weakened legs flop onto the sheets and drew his cock out.

He hovered over her lower body and emptied his balls in an incredible arc that hit her neck and then proceeded to deposit a true line down her cleavage to her navel. Another stream shot out of the swollen cock head and settled in a messy pool of cum on her belly. Latrice was ecstatic, both her legs were out wide on the bed as she pressed her thumb down hard on her hard clit.

"Don't stop, lover, don't stop," she muttered with eyes tight shut.

Latrice had no time to ponder as she was elevated into the strapping arms of Cherub Face. He stood on the floor, feet apart, butt clenched as he pulled her up onto his chest. Her tits rubbed hard against him as she twisted like bait on a hook. Then she gasped as his erection jabbed at her pussy several times before her well-oiled cunt slipped down his upright rod.

"Amazing!" she hissed as she was rocked back and forth on his generous length, her legs swinging mere inches above the floor.

With seemingly no effort the confident stud fucked her in short, sharp stabs of his organ, pressing her hips with his big hands. Then Latrice was held still and she became aware of another behind her back. Here we go again! She felt a spongy knob at the entrance to her anus, pushing and exploring her ring. One hard thrust up and she was impaled on two large cocks.

"Heavens!"

Completely under their control, she was blatantly used and abused for their wanton pleasure, only a thin wall of flesh separating the thick pricks. Sandwiched in the middle of the muscular men, her imminent orgasm grew ever closer. Cherub Face's chest on hers, and the guy behind pressed on her back, all three slithered as they stood. The men's pelvic gyrations nearly made the blonde swoon with the delicious sensation of skin on skin.

In an incredible moment of euphoria, all three came simultaneously, and warm gushes of semen flooded both holes of the Piscean girl. The black woman's cunt and asshole pumped semen onto the already saturated bed. Both of her holes gaped, unable to close properly from the manic gangbang. No sooner had she propped her weary frame up on her elbows, three men, naked as the day they were born, approached her with fierce-looking erections.

"Go ahead, make my day."

The first stroked his cock with rapid twists and held it to her wide-open mouth as he ejaculated. Cum spurted into the mouth of Latrice and on her tongue in sporadic bursts as he milked his prick until he was reduced to a dribble. Number two stood with him shoulder to shoulder before he was done and came in four sprays that bathed her lips and chin. From her left side she felt her head wrenched to a hairless groin and a fat cock erupted a load of white goo that missed her expectant mouth and coated her big cleavage. The stream of sperm ran down in a line to her stomach.

"Next!" she mumbled with a full mouth.

Yet two more slavering stunt cocks loomed over her and let fly a rain of cum onto her upturned face which now resembled a custard pie. She coughed and spat semen onto the bed and used a screwed-up section of the sheet to wipe some of the goo that burned her eyes.

"Great work, guys. You put your backs into it."

"It helps that you're one little fuck bunny, babes."

"Thanks."

"Same time next month?"

"You bet," she said with a contented smile. "And bring a couple of extra guys. I'm ravenous!"

x.

Chapter Ten.

AQUARIUS, JANUARY 20-FEBRUARY 18

This sign is the Water Carrier, symbolising the cleanliness of the female. Water represents the fluidity of thought and movement. She is the epitome of the long-haired girl. Tall, graceful, and passionate in her lovemaking. She is usually enthusiastic in bed, even to the point of dominating the male. While not promiscuous, she is capable of exploring her desires and needs as the next man.

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Spring was late coming as March in London had been as chilly as January. Fiona had just turned twenty, her birthday being February 15th, and she had just moved in with her long-time boyfriend. Jason had been the best thing that had happened to her since she had recovered from long-term COVID. They had whilst the pair of them were receiving physical therapy in their rehabilitation and it was love at first sight.

Now, two years later, they were engaged to be married once her beau returned from Dubai on business. The long-haired brunette slept lightly in their bed, and as she began to wake up, she stretched languidly. Her hand swept his side of the bed and yet again sighed at his absence. It had been six weeks, and she missed him terribly.

The slim babe always slept in the raw and as she opened her eyes she lay on her front and put a pillow between her lean legs. The angelic beauty began to slowly hump it pretending that she was fucking him. She shifted on the sheet, her moist pussy sliding to and fro as she ground into the pillow. Her pert bottom rose and fell

in a steady rhythm and she purred softly as she pleasured herself.

"Jason, oh! Jason!"

"Yes?"

Her boyfriend's voice startled Fiona as she turned to see her returning lover stripping off.

"Babes! You're back!"

"I was given two days off early and came straight back. I see you started without me, you little minx."

She smiled at her now naked stud and looked longingly at his adorable erection. He was packing a dick like a prize stallion and she yelped when he leaped onto the bed and pulled the sheet off her quivering body.

Suddenly, she was on her back, and he had her arms spread out and her wrists pinned to the headboard. He moved between her legs, and she crossed her ankles behind him when he thrust deep into her. Fiona gasped as his rigid pole stretched her open and her eyes squeezed tight as he began pumping in and out of her.

"It's been so long," he moaned into her ear.

"So is this!" she quipped as he smashed into her again and again.

Fiona started to undulate beneath him as delicious sensations flooded her. She ran her hands down his back, tracing the contours of his muscles as they tensed and with his pelvic thrusts. Denied for too long, she tilted her hips up to meet his strokes as his hard cock drilled into her. His tempo increased as his own pent-up frustration kicked in, and their bodies made slapping noises as they came together.

"OH!" she screamed as he rammed in and remained inside her.

"I'm coming!"

Fiona buried her face in his chest as her orgasm made her shiver in sweet ecstasy. Jason flooded her pussy and he jerked gently as he emptied his balls. When he eventually pulled out his cum spilled out of her and down the crack of her creamy buttocks.

"Maybe you should go away more often. That was quite the ride."

Fiona saw that her lover was still hard, and she laughed when he entered her once more.

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Chapter Eleven.

TAURUS, APRIL 21- MAY 20.

Taurus is the sign of the bull. An aggressive animal is more associated with the male than the female. She is mostly a well-built woman, with curves and a big bosom, which makes her very sex conscious. She is an emotional character capable of expressing herself in the ways of lovemaking, and she can be attracted to either sex.

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(continued from chapter six)

After two weeks of their new understanding, the boss and the secretary fooled around when they could. Stevens made just one error when he forgot about the lunch date he had made with his boorish wife, Monica. Although she fucked like there was no tomorrow, his older spouse had a mouth on her that grated terribly. He had married her to get a foot in her father's business, and when he retired, he had stepped up. It was almost noon when Monica burst into the office with five bags of goods.

"Well, that's the last time I'm going shopping with Deidre. She had me running here and there and my feet haven't touched the ground. I should have worn flats, but I wanted to look chic in heels when we went to that new Italian place that just opened. I'm famished. I could eat a horse, but I skipped breakfast to give myself an appetite. Oh, and guess who I ran into when I parked the car? You'll never guess so I'll tell you, it was... WHAT THE FUCK!"

Stevens looked up from his seat and spread his hands. Kristy emerged from beneath his desk with her mouth dribbling and her unfettered tits jiggling.

"Hello, gorgeous. I thought we said lunch at one?" The sheepish fellow tucked his semi hard dick in his pants and smiled wanly. "This is Kristy, my new secretary. She's just learning the ropes."

Monica dropped her bags and put her hands on her hips. Kristy adjusted her top as she took in the forty-year-old vixen. In her scarlet dress with the low neckline, her huge tits bulged out ominously. The blonde had a slim waist, swelling curve of hips, and a plump backside. Daggers flew from her eyes as she tapped her left heel repeatedly.

"So I see. How many of these bimbos is it now, Trevor? You've had Coleen, Mandy, and that trollop Susan."

"I'm not a bimbo," protested Kristy with a pout.

"If I say you're a bimbo, you are. Bimbo!"

Kristy visibly shrank as she and Stevens watched the woman slide her bottom onto his desk. She brazenly hiked up the hem of her dress and opened her legs wide so that the other two saw that she was bereft of knickers.

"Like for like. If you want to keep your job I suggest you shove your face into my cunt and lick me out."

Kristy looked on with a gaping mouth. Were these two fucking warped?

"Fuck you!"

"Correct. Fuck me! Don't!"

Kristy demurred and then thought fuck it. She'd been used by Stevens, so why not her? She adjusted her spectacles, went down on her haunches, and held the woman's legs out as she went for it.

"Yes, dearie. I know all about my husband's infidelity and his 'playtimes' at work. How he gets you to fall in line beats me. But I get to play, too. Oh, umm. Get in there! Use that tongue. Kiss it with your hot lips. Ah, lick that cunt. Go on. Good, I like that; keep it up. Umm, oh!"

Stevens grimaced. The woman was a motormouth who never stopped yakking. Still, he liked what he saw and he got his stiffening cock out again.

"Look, precious. Your girl is pretty good at licking cunt. Did you know? Very good, I might add. Her tongue is hitting spots you never reach. You like that nice wet pussy? Tell me how much more you love my big-lipped muff, bimbo."

Kristy huffed and stayed quiet. Even if she wanted to reply, her head was trapped between Monica's meaty thighs.

"No? What, pussy got your tongue? Quite right. Never speak with your mouth full."

Kristy lapped Monica's slit rapidly and the woman's juices bathed her chin.

"Good girl. Lovely motion. Fuck, I'm getting turned on. Slurp it down. Drink that honey."

Monica popped her jugs out, and the generous flesh of her bosom spilled free.

"Come on, Steven. Take your clothes off. I to see how hard your cock is."

Thoroughly up for it, Stevens obeyed his overbearing spouse and got naked. Monica was not a jealous woman. She had always found her husband sexually attractive, and despite his infidelity, she had no intentions of getting divorced. The business was flourishing, and the money was good. He was a terrible liar, and she always got his secrets out. This one, though, was new to her.

"I want to see you fuck her now."

Stevens was too far gone to refuse. His wife was a real diva-bitch. Selfish, rude, arrogant, and loud, but she had a big body. When he cheats, he always goes for slim girls as a contrast to Monica. He gently stroked his throbbing cock and nodded to Kristy. The young girl slipped out of her mini skirt and let out a sigh. He sat in his chair and Kristy mounted him reverse cowgirl. She took his cock and lowered herself onto his length.

The voluptuous Monica watched intently as she too stripped. Her naked body was impossibly curvaceous. Her tits, thighs, and buttocks quivered as she focused on her cheating husband's cock vanish inside the slender secretary's waiting twat. Kristy was on autopilot as she rode the stiff prick with a steady grind. She gawped when the older woman got down in front of her and used her flattened tongue to lick his dangling balls. Monica's fair hair cascaded down her back as she bobbed on her knees. Her eyes were wide as she looked upon Trevor's throbbing length disappear as he was impaled by the bespectacled bimbo.

"Let me have some of this."

Kristy moved away and watched in numb disbelief as Monica took her place. Her hips and cheeks plopped onto his lap as she stuffed herself with cock. The busty blonde moaned delightedly as she held onto the edge of the desk. Stevens grabbed her bouncing boobs as his prick slurped in and out of his wife's pussy.

"You, get down and kiss my clit."

Kristy fingered her glasses and went for it, diving in to swipe at the woman's cunt as she shuffled to an fro.

"Fuck! You dirty mare! What ARE you doing to me! Don't stop!"

Stevens slipped out and Kristy took up the loose ball so to speak and began to hungrily suck her husband's cock. Monica looked on impressed as the brunette directed her red lips onto his glistening knob. Monica stood up on her heels and bent over the desk. He lined himself up and mounted his other half from behind.

"That's it darling, give it to me."

Stevens found his rhythm instantly and pounded the bitch with rapid strokes. Her facial expression was one of immense pleasure as she took all of him.

"Oooh, soooo good. Fuck me!"

Stevens grinned and gripped Monica's hips and banged away at her sopping pussy with deep relentless strokes. She became that wanton slut he knew so well.

"Get up on the desk, you."

Kristy frowned but managed to sit o the surface of the desk with her minge just in the right position for Monica to lick as she was screwed. The vixen buried her head in Kristy's slick muff and pushed her tongue as deep as she could get. Kristy hissed and held the back of Monica's head and pushed her down hard. Monica's mouth clamped to Krissy's quim and made audible buzzing noises as her body was shunted back and forth by her husband's eager thrusts.

Monica was no novice at licking cunt and her talented tonguing made Kristy gush into her mouth. Trevor looked over his wife's back to watch her lick out his secretary as he drove his cock deep into her cunt relentlessly. His pace increased as Monica and Kristy moaned in tandem. Kristy's face was contorted in ecstasy as her orgasm shook her to the core, and Monica came up for air.

"Cum! Cum in me! I need it. I need your cum now!"

Stevens let out a roar as he erupted and released a torrent of his goo deep inside his wife's pussy. He pumped and pumped his cock deep inside her until he was drained. He collapsed on top of her and gradually went limp.

"Clean him up, bimbo," she demanded of Kristy.

"Now, hang on. Hang the fuck on! I've had enough of this bullshit! You can stick this job up your fanny!"

The married couple watched, bemused as yet another secretary bailed.

"Next time, lover. Could you hire a black girl? I fancy eating out an exotic-looking babe. Now, let's go and get lunch."

END OF SERIES