Becoming John and Charlotte

Becoming John and Charlotte

This story leans heavily on an earlier story of mine, The Yellow Pages Girl Pt.01. It's not essential, but it will add to your enjoyment of this story if you read that first. It will just make more sense.

Usual disclaimers... everyone over 18, no STI's, anal sex and analingus may be involved.

I am going to tell you the story about Natalie, a new Literotica member and novice author.

As well as being a Literotica author, I also volunteer my services as an Editor. I find this an enjoyable pastime, as I can help budding authors to turn their fantasy story into something which is hopefully, better written, and more acceptable to our adoring readers.

In many cases, I've built up a long-term working relationship with authors, who will regularly send me their latest blockbuster for review.

Also, bearing in mind this was co-written by the lovely Natalie, please be sure to follow NatXBoo and read her story.

I'll let her introduce herself...

Natalie

I've always been into sex. I don't just mean enjoying having it. I mean talking about it, reading about it, researching it, experimenting with it. I suppose you could say I'm not your typical vanilla type of girl.

Having enjoyed reading some erotic literature, I eventually stumbled across Literotica and soon decided I'd try and pen one of my past adventures as my first story attempt. Unfortunately, I'm not the best writer and I'll happily admit it. My first attempt didn't get published and it was suggested I reach out to a volunteer editor for help.

Phil

Natalie had written a draft about how her drunk boyfriend had got her to have sex with him, right in front of his football teammate. The scene ended up with her boyfriend leaving her with his well-hung mate and she ended up wanking him off all over her body. The truthful story pretty much ended at that point. The problem was, the tale fizzled out somewhat, leaving the reader feeling a bit short-changed. However, almost as a footnote, we then found out that the whole situation had been contrived by the two lads, because her boyfriend's mate 'wanted to see her naked'. This stirred my interest to help her develop the story.

The fact that Natalie also lives in the UK, piqued my interest in her, as well as her story. I was intrigued to find out how old she was, where she lived, what she looked like, and importantly, her relationship status!

In a very few cases, the synergy between myself and a female author has developed beyond the bounds of just correcting punctuation and fixing typos. It's a curious relationship, where two virtual strangers feel able to converse about intimate events, sexual preferences, desires, frustrations, and longings, which they generally feel unable to discuss with their loved one.

Having a common interest in erotic fiction and sex matters in general - which are usually off-limits in normal circles - can be a connecting force, irrespective of geography, age, or status. Very often, it's the less vanilla activities which crop up for discussion. Some of the time, it's like we are having a sort of patient-therapist relationship, where nothing said will offend or shock.

I had an exchange with Nat about exploring the 'What if?' scenario. By this, I mean the following: We all have situations that crop up in our lives. Chance meetings, opportunities, coincidences. So much of the time, we don't act on those opportunities, and in the future, are often left wondering, what would have happened if I'd reacted in a different way? Maybe something as simple as asking someone for their phone number...

The other thing I urged her to consider, as I do other authors, was her characters' feelings and emotions. Too often, an author is in such rush to get a description of torrid sex written, that the sex becomes mechanical, lacking any kind of realism or feeling.

What brings a story alive, is allowing the reader to experience the emotions being felt by the players. How does the cuckolded husband feel when he sees his wife squealing, as some bull tries to split her in half with his mighty penis? How does the wife feel when she finds out her husband has been cheating on her with his slut secretary?

What can set a great story apart from a mediocre one, is the way interpersonal relationships are handled, to allow the user to understand the changing dynamic between two or more people.

Compare these statements:

'Gemma gave Hanna a lovely, passionate kiss.'

'I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy when I saw Gemma kissing Hanna so passionately.'

The first one is just mechanical. The second captures a very basic human emotion, which allows the reader to engage with the character.

It was against this backdrop, that I sent the reviewed and edited document back to Nat. Aside from fixing the obvious errors, I made some suggestions about how it could be turned into a much more engaging piece of work. I don't criticise authors for the sake of it, but I am always honest with them. It was interesting to later learn how she reacted to this approach!

Having persuaded her to abandon the constraints of the 'But that's not actually what happened' thought process, she effectively gave herself permission to set her imagination free. The result, in my opinion, is a far better story.

Natalie

My search led me to Phil, and I sent him an email via LE asking if he'd be willing to help. He was fantastic, giving a critical review and making suggestions without being rude!

I'd almost instantly become intrigued by Phil after his first review. He came across quite blunt and controlling. "I wonder how old he is. What sort of life does he lead? Is he married? Single?"

I suppose our exchange turned a corner, so to speak, when he suggested my story needed a better description of how I look. He hinted that if the reader was going to really enjoy reading a story about me being fucked, they would need to know how I looked. I can describe myself easy enough but making it sound interesting and more than just basic info isn't something I'm comfortable with. Or at least that's what I told Phil. He kindly offered to write a description of me if I could just give him a basic description of myself.

I pondered just sending him a photo, but in the end decided to list my appearance in bullet points, making sure I mentioned my 34F tits and how I shave my pussy, leaving a slight landing strip just above my clitoris.

I knew as he read it, he'd be trying to picture me.

Phil

One of the things which I felt was lacking from the story, was any kind of description of the characters. This is another novice author issue. Because they can visualise their characters, they assume their readers can, too. No, they can't. Not unless you tell them. Worse, the reader will conjure up their own image of how the character looks. This runs the risk of them being knocked out of the story, when they discover later that the skinny redhead they'd imagined, is actually a plump blonde!

So, I got Nat to write out her key stats. Bless her, she even included her shoe size! I then used her facts to produce a more flowing description, that a reader would hopefully identify with.

I did chuckle when I found out later, that she thought this might be a ruse to find out her bra size and whether or not she shaved her puss. As if I would... ???? Nat then sent me this...

Natalie (Via email)

Well, it's been a fairly sex-charged week with joining LE, writing the story, and then sharing it with you and discussing it. Reading it back on several occasions, adding to it, taking my memory back to when some of the story actually happened. I'm anticipating your Yellow Pages Girl story tipping me over the edge to be honest. I'm comfortable enough to tell, if that's what does happen and I can understand why, as the author, you'd enjoy knowing your story has taken me there. I suspect I'll feel the same if I receive any feedback from someone that they've done the same. Male or female in my case, given I'm such a novice right now.

Phil (Replying to Natalie)

I like co-working. I've done two pieces now with the help of a female co-author. One was Yellow Pages Girl Pt. 1. The other is a story about to be published. It's a fantasy about an LE author and her editor! ;)

I do like 'meeting' naughty women. I'm sapiosexual. In other words, I'm intrigued by women with a strong sexual intellect and imagination.

Natalie

I'd love to see that, and I'll be sure to look out for the LE author and her editor story too!

I know what you mean. One of my attractions to older guys is because in my experience their intellect and imagination for sex is more aligned to mine than men my own age.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little aroused when I was typing out my physical features for you to describe, as whilst they were required for the story, I was basically telling someone editing my story how big my boobs are and how I maintain my pussy.

In contrast I know nothing of how you look. But your first couple of emails on my story, where you were very forthright and abrupt did stir up a curiosity.

We'll have to continue this tomorrow. In the meantime, try not to spend too long wondering how those features actually look in reality!

Phil

Oh Nat... You simply have to get a Womaniser. It gives a woman the most amazing, variable-speed suction pulses to her clitoris. There is no other toy like it. I knew one woman, who had never had an orgasm in her life, who was driven wild by one of these.

I have one handy if you'd like to try it ;)

Natalie

I have heard very good things about them.

Oh, do you? I'm not sure how that offer's meant but given the wink I'm going to assume you're being suggestive about the two of us playing?

Phil

It's been fun, and stimulating, chatting to you.

Maybe we shall exchange photos... You will either be happy or sad!

Do you like beards? Mine comes and goes, like the tide, washing in and out.

I should let you away to your bed... allow your fingers to explore... and then sleep well, dear heart.

Natalie

... and explore my fingers did!

I made little progress reviewing your changes, thanks to that exchange of emails! I've re-read the chat to try and see where it seemed to turn away from my story and more towards us flirting and the idea of us playing or more!

I'm an open book. I became more aroused as I listed how I look for you to make a description. Telling you about my body, then reading what you'd written and knowing you'd have had to have imagined it and pictured it to write that.

In terms of pictures, I am very intrigued of how you look, so there is certainly temptation on my part.

Phil

I woke up thinking about you this morning, which got things tingling nicely down below. I am so happy that our dialogue got you excited! That is, after all, the reason we write erotic fiction.

You have inspired me to write up the Sophie/Sadie story. Coincidentally, she was a young single mum too, originally from up North somewhere. How do you feel about anal? Sadie was really into that, so I'd struggle to leave it out...

Natalie

Oh Phil, are you holding back? If you woke up thinking about me and were tingling, did you do anything about it? I've openly admitted to fingering myself from our chat before falling asleep.

I'm now tingling again at the idea of you writing this story especially as it seems you're going to base Sadie on me, at least in part. There are additional benefits to that for you, as you'll look to learn more about me, my body and what I enjoy. Like me telling you what size my boobs are and how my pussy looks, and now if I like anal.

To answer, purely to assist your story of course, I have done anal on several occasions. It is not something that I have done regularly and so still find it uncomfortable. But if I'm aroused enough, the is sex better than good and the guy suggests or tries, I'll let him fuck me in the arse (that bit was just for you). I actually get far more pleasure from having it teased and played with than I do it being fucked. Fingers, oral or with small toys. I remember vividly the first time I felt a guy's tongue lower from the opening of my pussy until it found my arse and explored it. I came in seconds.

Phil

Lol, no, I'm not holding back... I'm embarrassed to admit, that I didn't wake up till

9.45am and my dog was standing there looking very anxious. So, I had to

dispel those pleasant thoughts of you, and drag some clothes on, to let

him out.

But I'm getting some very pleasant tingles, as I sit here reading your

words...

Some things I should share with you... One is, I absolutely love licking

pussy. I mean that... I think I've been addicted to pussy juice since I

first tasted my then girlfriend. I just love it, can't get

enough. I love the way a woman's juices actually go

through a number of textures and tastes as they go through various stages of arousal.

Second (obviously as long as she's clean), I love to head further south

too. Apparently, the anus has more nerve endings around it than the

clitoris, so it's not surprising that you found it so pleasurable. I

love to cruise my tongue down from the vulva, over the perineum and over

the anus. It's a wonderful thing when the woman reacts the way you did.

I love to point my tongue and push it inside... the perfect way to relax

her, ready for penetration. It's a shame that many women avoid anal

play, as they assume it's 'dirty'. They are missing out on a lot.

Also, when fucking a woman doggy style, I love to press my thumb into

her arse. The thumb works best in this position, as it lands naturally

at the right position and angle. This has so many plus points... it

stimulates her a lot; it helps to tighten the vagina and again, can

prepare her for penetration.

I'm looking forward to writing about Sadie now! Thank you for sharing

such intimacy with me. I didn't want to run into "I enjoyed your story,

but of course, I would never do xyz."

Natalie

You should let those tingling feelings grow. Surely, they must have whilst you've described those things you enjoy, as I expect you're now imagining yourself doing those very things to me. Tasting my pussy, exploring my arse before taking me from behind, and pressing your thumb into my arse as you fuck me.

If you need to know something about me for writing accuracy, I'll tell you the truth. Obviously if you wish to expand and exaggerate that for your story you can, but I won't exaggerate it. I don't think I need to make myself sound any kinkier than I will by telling you the truth.

Away from the story, lying about what I look like or what I do/don't do sexually will on lead to disappointment if we decide to explore this properly.

So, if there is any info you need from me to help portray Sadie as an accurate reflection of me, feel free to ask.

Phil

By this point, we seemed to be getting on really well, so I thought I might as well take the plunge and send Nat a photo of me. I figured that if our embryonic online relationship was going to have a chance of making it into the real world, this was a hurdle which had to be passed. I had a limited number to choose from, but selected a very recent one, taken in a nearby pub a couple of weeks earlier. I had no idea how she'd react, so was hardly holding my breath.

Natalie

I'd been desperate to see a photo of Phil since our initial exchange and I'd been tempted to send him one of me too, but I wanted to play the game and wait for him to go there. When he did, I was pleasantly surprised.

Now I had to choose one to send back in return! I scrolled my camera roll. A full length one in a short dress? Hmmm. A bikini one? Nah. I opened my hidden album. Scrolling through ones of me in underwear and out of it. Some just topless some just more. Nat! Behave.

I opted for a recent one from a Christmas party, full face of make-up, hair done, hint of cleavage! Classy but proving I wasn't exaggerating when I told him my bra size!

Phil

A few minutes later, another email arrived from her - with an attachment. A jpg file. I was fascinated to view it, but frankly, was prepared for a let-down.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. I was literally transfixed... Her face, just so pretty, with a lovely enigmatic smile, gave her an air of innocence, a 'girl next door' look. Her hair was stunning; gorgeous shades of brown, cascading over her shoulders, drawing the eye to a subtle hint of deep cleavage. When my heart agreed to start beating again, I tried to reconcile this beautiful, almost virginal-looking young lady, with the sexually vivacious, kinky woman I'd been speaking to...

I had told Natalie all about Charlotte, the main character in YPG. About how, even though she was a real looker, she was struggling to get any sex, casual or meaningful, in spite of her best efforts. She alluded that she could relate to that character and admitted to being curious about how I would satisfy a "sexually frustrated younger woman".

The thing that struck me was - how on earth could a gorgeous lass like this ever be short of male suitors? I had visions of them forming a not-so-orderly queue, to take her out and take her to bed? 'Frustrated' was hardly the first word which would naturally spring to mind!

Part of the answer, clearly, was that she is a hard-working, single mum of two. With her kids, home life and work taking priority, she explained that her 'me time' was very limited, which did seem sad. She was clearly in the prime of her life, with little chance to live it fully. It also helped to explain why she had turned to erotic writing as an escape...

Natalie

Lying in bed, my fingers had found their way into my thong, and I'd made myself cum the previous night at the idea of Phil and I meeting for casual sex. I'd only got in touch with him to review and help edit an erotic story I had written, but within little time I'd sensed it could be more.

Our exchange had become quite candid. He'd already read a story about how I'd fucked a previous boyfriend in front of his friend, before wanking his friend off until he shot his load all over my arm and stomach. Phil had also had me list key features of my body, for the purpose of working on the story obviously. So, he knew about my huge boobs and my shaven pussy with just a tiny landing strip above the hood of my clit. In hindsight I have wondered if that was a clever move on his part to find out what my body was like.

We'd gone on to exchange pictures, head shots only though. He'd not pushed to see more of me yet, but I sensed it was only a matter of time.

Learning more about each other, he'd told me about an erotic story he'd written, of an older guy sexually satisfying a younger, frustrated woman. He'd added that it was based on true events, as if to make it clear he enjoyed fucking younger women. Get the hint, Nat?

Our conversations the previous night had aroused me enough for me to rub myself when I'd got in bed and make myself cum to the idea of our flirting advancing.

I'd told him what I'd done the following morning. I got the hint!

The day continued with more messages and light flirting, leading me to candidly ask him what he's most like to do to me, knowing what he did and seeing what he had.

When it comes to sex, I'm a soft submissive. I want my own pleasure of course, but that usually comes from hearing and seeing how much a man is enjoying using my body. This side of me has only grown as I've become more attracted to older men.

In the story Phil is helping me with, he reads how I comply with my boyfriend's requests with very little resistance in the circumstances. In truth, that resistance at the time was acted. I was in fact happy to remove my dress in front of his friend and let him see my near naked body. I was happy to let his friend watch, with a view of my ass bent over in a thong, legs parted, with my head bouncing up and down on a dick. I was happy to remove my thong and face his friend, let his friend see my pussy slide over a dick and ride it. And I was ecstatic to pleasure his friend and feel him.

Phil's replies gave me a lot of ideas to imagine and stirred arousal between my legs.

Phil

By a strange coincidence, Natalie bore an uncanny resemblance to Charlotte, the main character in my story, Yellow Pages Girl. Charlotte's hair may have been a few shades lighter, and Nat's boobs were undoubtedly bigger. But both women were head-turners! I felt that Natalie would identify strongly with Charlotte and her situation - and be very aroused when she would read about her explosive encounter with John.

So, I quite firmly implored her to read the story...

Natalie

Well, as if I needed any more encouragement to read the story! I'm very excited by it. Some very interesting ideas there, all of which sound very appealing and pleasurable for us both!

I'm heading to bed now, as being up so late last night wiped me out. In case you're wondering, usually just knickers even when it's cold. Which is all I'm currently in right now. A black thong. Though I imagine it will be sliding off as soon as I get into YPG, before I reach to my bedside drawer for my rabbit.

Sweet dreams xx

~~~~~~

Natalie

At the end of the day, I headed to bed. Make-up removed and face moisturised, teeth brushed, clothes removed, leaving just my black thong. I flirtily messaged Phil let him know and that I intend to read his story.

As I read the story, I pictured myself as Charlotte, a sexually frustrated brunette with great boobs and a strong appetite for sex. I saw Phil's face when I got to John.

As I read of Charlotte's longing for dick I related to my own desires. The two of them, I mean the two of us, we're both in my hotel room now, and I had just made it clear to Phil that we were going to fuck.

My hand had already reached down to my clit by this point, and I was gently teasing myself.

The story developed. Phil had finally got to see my amazing boobs and I'd now taken his dick in my mouth. I couldn't help but lick my lips at the thought of it, whilst still rubbing myself. That part ended as any blow job should, with my mouth full of warm thick cum. The advancement in the story as I imagined swallowing his load back had led to my fingers now starting to explore my pussy, whilst returning regularly to tease my clit more.

As I read of how my pussy would be pleasured with his mouth, I started to make my noises. I'll not explain them, he'll hopefully get to hear them for himself.

At this point my fingers weren't sufficient. I need vibrations. My pink rabbit vibrator arrived from my bedside drawer and the rabbit ears were replicating Phil's tongue. I came so quickly. The constant closing of my eyes as I came, meant I'd lost my place in the story.

I read over the line, "Get that big cock inside me now!" several times.

I turned the rabbit ears off and slid the cock of the toy deep into my wet pussy, moaning as I took every inch of Phil's shaft.

In my mind I could see myself there, on all fours as Phil fucked my pussy, whilst placing his thumb in my arse.

"Finally, there was no more holding back," I read...

I felt myself build.

"I pumped jet after jet into her."

I'm imagining the feeling; it's so long since I've felt a dick explode inside me. The thought tipped me over the edge. I dropped my phone, and my hand squeezed the sheets as my pussy came all over the pink silicone cock. I shook as I did, making my boobs shake. The size of them means even the slightest shake in my body makes them move with force. I love to have my nipples played with. They are so sensitive, if a guy can take the trouble, I can sometimes cum just by having them played with.

My climax seemed to last forever.

I can't wait to tell Phil about this!

Phil

Good morning!!

Last night, I managed to fall asleep - again - watching some YT video. I didn't wake up till very late, cold and stiff (not in a good way!) but I still wanted to sleep. Having switched the TV and lights off, I got into bed.

But before I did, I took one, long last look at the photo of your pretty face, the one that just shows a tiny hint of cleavage. With your image imprinted on my mind's eye, I tried to sleep, but I was restless. I kept imagining me licking your lovely, smooth pussy, while you read my stories. Sometimes, I would drift my tongue down and tease your bum hole with it, too.

Rolling onto my back, I reached up to the shelf for my stroker and the liquid silk. Before long, the silicone tube was sliding up and down my shaft... it was an easy matter for me to imagine it was your delicious pussy, and finally, your arse accommodating my pulsing erection, the image of your face floating in front of me...

It didn't take me long to cum... I hadn't had an orgasm for quite a while, and the week had been a stimulating one, with story editing and provocative messages, which meant that I felt, and was physically, very pent-up.

Normally, my stroker will contain nearly all my cum, but this morning, it couldn't. My load literally exploded, blasted out of the end, went all over the quilt, hit my belly, and started trickling down the sides. The bed was soaked. I had no option but to turn the quilt over and make the best of it.

I just wish you'd been there to lower your pretty mouth over the head, just at the moment I came. It would have been a joy watching you try to swallow it all.

I've just stood here reading your so-seductive email. I had just pulled on a tracksuit, and now I've got an erection again, just from reading your words. The front of the trackie bottoms is tented out... if only you were here to release it and maybe take it into your warm, wet mouth...

Fuck, I want you...

Natalie

Oh god! I'd hoped our exchanges had turned Phil on. I'd hoped he got hard at the idea of fucking me and stroked his cock with it in mind. But to read him explicitly tell me he had! Wow! I was so aroused I remember feeling down between my legs and how wet it had made me!

Oh, the thought of you actually cumming at the thought of fucking me! I didn't know you had a toy but should have guessed!

I'd have swallowed every drop.

Perhaps the erection should be relieved once more? I mean, it will be relieved on several occasions when it's with me.

This time, as you feel yourself about to explode, close your eyes and picture yourself there over me, me laid on my back, legs spread, my huge tits staring at you, my face grinning. Forcing one last pump in my soaked pussy before removing your dick from me, then stroking it in your hand over me, the first pump long but gentle, then a second this time harder and then releasing it. Shooting load after load across my body, the first most forceful shot spraying across my tits and the following amounts landing lower and lower until the final drops leak from you and drip on my pussy below you.

Phil

I don't know whether I would have the will power, to be able to pull out of you, in the intensity of that heated moment. Most likely, I would grab your ankles and push them over my shoulders, with the soles of your pretty feet against my face. I would push forward, moving you into a full 'eagle'... you're bent almost double, but I can still fully appreciate your gorgeous breasts, as they shake in time with my movements, your face contorted with what could be pain, but I know is pleasure. The position allows for the deepest penetration... as I thrust, I feel like I want to touch your very soul. I turn my face and suck your toes into my mouth, making you squeal even more, as I empty my gift deep into your belly.

This morning, I was reminded of some of the lyrics to Suzanne:

And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind

And then you know that she will trust you

For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

Natalie

Oh god I'm going to have to go again later now having read that!

I want you to see my face and hear my moans as I receive that gift deep at the back of my pussy!

I can't stop thinking about fucking you!

In terms of my bum, you can build me up over time starting with your thumb and maybe a small toy being inserted whilst you fuck me, then building up until it's been used regularly and is able to receive your dick. When it's ready, I'll let you have it, entirely!

Phil

By this stage, it was abundantly obvious that we both seriously had the hots for each other. But sadly, there was no way I could just jump in the car, drive over to her house, and fuck her brains out, as much as I would have liked to. She has two young kids, a job and very few child-free nights.

But after weeks of messaging, planning, and waiting, the day finally arrived for our first meeting. I was in a melee of emotions: excitement, anticipation, along with a few doubts - would she turn up, after all? Would she still like me, fancy me, when she meets me in person? Obviously, I had no such doubts in respect of her... she had sent me an incredible picture of herself in a bikini... she was the most desirable woman I'd met in recent years, possibly ever. Because desire is based not just upon physical looks (did I tell you she is gorgeous?), but upon the mind, the heart beating behind, the passion, the secret desires lurking within the person.

Natalie was as close to the real deal I have ever met. Not only beautiful, but an intelligent, sexy temptress into the bargain.

Since our initial email exchanges, we had come up with a plan, which was for angelic Natalie to adopt an alter ego. Sweet Natalie is a mum of two kids, a hardworking and caring single parent, whose life revolves around her children and home, as well as providing for them.

But we decided to create her a Hall Pass. On her rare child-free nights, Natalie would become Nadia.

Strip back Natalie's soft, angelic exterior... saying butter wouldn't melt in her mouth would be no exaggeration, but underneath...

Underneath, if you cared to look properly, was a heady and exciting mix of conflicting passions and desires. Headstrong but soft and yielding; submissive but strong, too; above all, the Nadia version of Natalie was an overtly sexual being, who equally knew what she wanted, to achieve fulfilment, but also was willing to submit to being the pupil, who would ultimately learn how to take her ecstasy to new levels and depths.

Becoming Nadia gave Natalie permission to do whatsoever she wished.

Natalie

I was so excited to meet Phil, but nervous too. I knew unless the night was a total disaster, he would be fucking me later. I'd thought about his cock so much in the past few weeks; I was so looking forward to seeing it, handling it, sucking it, and feeling it inside me.

I prepped for the occasion. Not just for a date. But for a date I was going to fuck on. Legs and pussy freshly shaved in the shower, moisturising my entire body after I'd dried, applying the fruit scented moisturiser to every part of me! My legs and bum first, then up my stomach, under my tits and then all over them, my bare nipples, down my shoulders and arms. Finally, I applied a small amount around my pussy and anus, I was already soaking wet, but I ran the moisturiser around my lips and my clit, then reaching round and applying it around the outside of my anus, before pushing my finger inside myself.

Phil has made no secret of the fact he wanted to fuck me in the arse. I wasn't sure if he was going to, but I was going to make sure it was as ready as it could be, just in case.

I picked out my underwear: my lace black thong and matching bra. Neither left anything to the imagination. The thing was sheer at the front showing my pussy and the bra was mostly sheer between the lace pattern showing my nipples and fullness of my tits.

Then I put on a relatively short skirt, zipped up the back, a tight buttoned blouse with the buttons struggling to contain my tits below, then some gorgeous hold-up stockings. I slipped on a matching jacket, which did nothing to hide my tits. My outfit gave the exact message I wanted to send: Fuck Me.

Phil

And so it was, that I patiently waited in the classy Italian restaurant, seated at a table for two in a quiet and secluded corner. In keeping with the rather salubrious surroundings, I had dressed 'Gap' - designer jeans, smart brogues, a dressy shirt, and waistcoat. A bottle of Prosecco was chilling in an ice bucket. I hoped we would feel the urge to celebrate!

Earlier that day, I had lodged my faithful pooch with friends, who promised to take good care of him. An uneventful train journey had taken me to Nadia's home city, where I checked into the nearby Travelodge. Our plan was to re-enact the Charlotte and John scene in YPG, so it had to be the Travelodge. Getting Room 425, as in the story, proved to be more of a challenge!

I was slightly lost in my thoughts when I became aware of movement. I glanced up and gulped as I took in the vision of the young woman swaying between the tables and chairs towards me.

I instantly recognised her from her photo, but she looked subtly different - her hair was in an alluring lace braid ponytail, her delectable figure tightly undone in a fitted skirt and jacket, a pale blouse underneath. Oh my god, she was Charlotte re-embodied! The most subtle make-up accentuated her eyes and cheekbones. I was entranced, dumbstruck.

Stumbling to my feet, hoping my racing emotions wouldn't make me knock the table over, or something equally stupid, I stepped round to greet her, smiling...

"Nadia? Enchanté," I said, slightly theatrically, as I took her hand, to plant a kiss on her fingers and guided her to the seat opposite me. She tucked her small overnight bag down beside the table.

Once seated, I poured us each a glass of bubbly.

"I think I need this to settle my nerves," I admitted, as we toasted with our raised glasses.

Giovanni, our waiter came over, presented us with menus and asked for drinks orders.

"Thanks, Giovanni, may the lady have an Amaretto sour, please?"

"Oh, but of course, Sir, Madam. My pleaasurre..." he rolled, whilst doing his best to overtly examine Natalie's cleavage.

For fuck's sake, we'd only been sat down for two minutes, and other men were already ogling her!

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Giovanni oozed.

I was tempted to say, 'Yes, fuck off,' but thought that might offend all parties present.

When Giovanni had minced off to get her drink, I leaned a little closer to her and stared into the pools of her brown eyes.

"Nadia, undo the top two buttons of your blouse. You have permission."

No 'please'. A simple instruction.

As if on autopilot, without hesitation, her fingers went to the buttons and deftly unfastened them. She fanned out the sides of her blouse, revealing a truly wondrous expanse of cleavage and the swell of the tops of her luscious breasts. I could see her hard nipples clearly poking through the sheer black bra and the thin material of her blouse.

"Beautiful. Simply beautiful," I breathed. Nat gave me a sly grin. She understood what I'd just done. Get it, Nadia?

She nodded, smiling back at me with her eyes.

Giovanni returned a few moments later with her drink. I have never known a waiter take quite so long to put a drink down on a table. Maybe something to do with the fact that his attention was neither on the drink, nor the table... Natalie's erect nipples were hard to miss.

"What do you think, then, Giovanni? Isn't she lovely?" I teased him.

"Sì, sì, così bello!" he exclaimed, in that way that only Italians can.

Poor Giovanni must have been in torment while he served our entire meal. By the time he brought us our fiery Calvados, he seemed to be almost beside himself. Having got her to undo another button, Nat's breasts were almost entirely out on display. I can't deny that I was enjoying the view, too. A lot. My cock was twitching in my jeans, but I knew we had the whole night ahead of us.

I was curious to find out whether Natalie's persona would be as submissive as she had intimated. It could have quite a bearing on what we might be able to get up to in the future.

"Shall we have a little bit of fun, Nadia?" I whispered, raising my eyebrows with a cheeky grin. She looked back, slightly puzzled. "I think Giovanni's about to bust a nut," I whispered back.

Rather louder, I spoke, "Giovanni, excuse me, would you mind showing this beautiful woman where the Ladies is, please?"

"Certamente, signora, please follow me."

I gave the pair of them a few seconds head start before following and was close enough to see them both disappearing through the door marked 'Toilette per donne'. I went through the other one and relieved myself in the Gents, taking the opportunity to mop up the precum which was leaking from me, then retook my seat at our table.

Natalie

Well, I'd had ideas of a few things that might take place tonight, but not this. I'd seen Giovanni openly gawping at my tits - even more so when Phil told me to undo some buttons and show him even more. Giovanni's interest was obvious... I even noticed a pronounced bulge in the front of his black waiter's trousers. But was Phil really encouraging me to go off and misbehave with the waiter? Did he really want me to enjoy another man before him? His body language and suggestion implied just that. Ok...

As the door closed behind us, I turned and smiled back at Giovanni then placed my hand on his crotch and could feel a nice long hard cock. I smiled at him as I rubbed it. I removed my hand from him and undid my blouse entirely and opened it. He buried his head in my cleavage and pulled my left tit of out my bra, biting my nipple.

Pulling his head off me, I lowered myself down to my knees.

My face staring at his crotch, I undid his belt, his button and fly, then slid his trousers down revealing a very tight pair of black boxer shorts with the distinct outline of a long hard cock. I put my hands around the waistband and slid them down his thighs. As they lowered a thin, long olive-skinned cock flicked out and was no more than an inch from my face. I took a second to enjoy the view, my only thought being, "I hope Phil is thicker than that!" (The females reading this will know what I mean.)

The girth was irrelevant to me on this occasion. It wasn't going to fuck me and not having to get my mouth around something thick was actually better, as I knew this wasn't the only cock I'd have in my mouth tonight.

I put my thoughts of later on out of my head and wrapped my right hand around it and guided it into my mouth.

His head rolled back to face the ceiling and as it did, his hips thrust forward pushing his dick to the back of my throat. My right hand was working the shaft in tandem with my mouth. It must have only been inside my mouth no more than 60 seconds when I felt him starting to tense and he muttered something in Italian. He started to groan. I knew he was close.

I positioned my open mouth and tongue at the tip of his cock and gave it three quick full strokes and as my hand slid back along his shaft the third time my tongue was covered in his cum. A second shot fired out right in to my mouth.

Still full of his cum, I took his cock back in my mouth and swallowed whilst he was inside me, tasting every drop.

As I stood back up, he passed me a hand towel for my mouth, where a small amount of his cum had dripped just below my lip.

I buttoned my blouse back up properly and straightened my outfit, leaving him in there as I returned to Phil. I sensed Giovanni's eyes glued to my arse as I walked away.

Phil

It was only a few minutes later when she returned. I noticed that her buttons were now done to a more respectable level, and she had a satisfied smile on her flushed, red face. I chuckled when I noticed how she instinctively licked her lips, the way you would if you'd just eaten a doughnut and were unsure if you still had sugar round your mouth.

"Did you enjoy your dessert, Nadia?" I asked, with a big grin.

"Mmm, it was very creamy, thank you!"

When a smiling Giovanni reappeared, obviously having made himself respectable again, I beckoned him over.

"Giovanni, another Amaretto sour, per favore. I'll have another Calvados, grazie. E poi il conto, per favore."

When he had scurried off, I turned back to Nat.

"I think we need to get going, Nat... Nadia... otherwise all the staff will be forming a queue. I imagine the word's got round by now!"

After settling up, we headed out into the cooler air on the street. We were both giggling, and Natalie linked her arm through mine and pulled me close as we strolled towards the hotel. I welcomed the intimacy and closeness of that simple gesture. In spite of the overt sexual tension between us, there was something innocently lovely about having the woman you fancy, 'claiming' you in that way. It was a simple thing, but it conveyed a lot.

"Are you sure you're OK with what just happened?" Nat asked, looking up at me, a little concerned.

"Not really," I replied, serious face on. I paused for a moment, as if pondering. "I think he could have knocked 20% off the bill, to be honest."

I burst out laughing. She smiled, rolling her eyes at me.

"Seriously... it's Nadia's first night out... enough said? I want, very much to possess you... but equally, I know I can never own you. We both know, Nadia has to be a free spirit."

Before long, we arrived at the Travelodge. "Phil, may I have the keycard please?" she asked. "I'd quite like to go up and er, freshen up a bit first, if that's OK? Give me ten?"

Ten minutes later, I tapped on the door of our room. When it opened, I froze to the spot, as I was instantly transported back all that time, to when Charlotte had opened a similar door for me. Having read the script, Nat had shed her jacket and was now just dressed in her skirt and blouse. Her nyloned feet were devoid of shoes, and her hair was now loose, cascading down over her shoulders like a wavy storm.

Oh. My. God. Suddenly, I could feel my heart thudding in my chest.

As the door closed behind me, I leaned in to kiss her cheek and detected the combined scent of fresh perfume and toothpaste. A moment later, we were toe-to-toe in a delicious, passionate kiss, the cushions of her big, plump breasts squashing against my chest.

"I guess there's not much point in acting through the whole Yellow Pages charade, is there?" she asked, with a smile that would open a bank vault.

"I agree. Let's just cut to the bit where you tell John what you really want, shall we?" I suggested, leading her over to the king-size bed. We lay down, embracing side by side, her stockinged leg sliding so very sensually over mine.

She thought for a few seconds, then said, "Let me see if I can remember my lines... here goes...

"I don't want you to rub my shoulders and go through all that pretence. You don't need to seduce me... I just want you to undress me and make love to me. If you fancy me as much as I fancy you, we should be able to make this a night to remember, don't you think?"

Hearing this beautiful woman utter those words, which had been immortalised in my story, very nearly brought tears to my eyes. I had a lump in my throat, as I realised my dream was coming true. I held her face tenderly between my hands and kissed her deeply, our tongues intertwining for the first time, as we sighed into each other's mouth. My cock was rapidly swelling as she pressed her warm, soft, feminine form against me.

I wanted nothing more than to rip all her clothes off in that instant, but there was something I needed to say.

"Natalie, or rather, Nadia... I know you've talked about being 'soft submissive', and I do get that. I've even read up about it. Hence the bit of fun in the restaurant! I do get it, that you want to put your man's pleasure above your own... indeed, I believe that's how you tend to get your pleasure. But I want you to understand this, get the dynamic at play here... I have never been and cannot ever be, a selfish lover. You see, I will get the most pleasure, by giving you even greater pleasure. So, by you submitting to that, and allowing me to hopefully to drive you wild, you will please me the most. I think in that way, we will meet as equals... Please let me call the shots, OK?"

She gently nodded and smiled that enigmatic smile.

With that, I took her hand and led her to a standing position beside the bed. I didn't know which part of her to caress first - whether to stroke her soft hair, her neck, her bountiful breasts, her hips, or her sexy bottom.

Nat helped me to make up my mind, by mesmerizingly undoing the buttons of her blouse and shrugging it off her shoulders, before standing there in her sheer bra, her nipples poking out through the flimsy material.

"Please undo your bra," I asked, almost pleadingly, my voice wavering. Her wondrous breasts had won the contest for my attention.

Natalie

I knew it wouldn't take long for Phil to want to see them. I'd hoped he'd been thinking long and HARD about them since he read "My boobs are a 34F" in our email exchange.

As my hand reached back to undo my bra, I watched his face. As it started to lower from my skin, and they fell out his face glowed. I let it just drop to the floor and stood straight in front of him, letting him admire their fullness and see my hard pink nipples.

Phil

"Oh my god," I uttered, as her lacy bra fell to the floor, revealing her perfect boobs, the perky nipples hard and demanding attention, their darker colour contrasting starkly with her alabaster skin.

Even a slight movement of her body was enough to set them swaying from side to side, and I briefly thought how wonderful it would be, to slide my cock up and down in that delightful valley. I was unable to resist taking her orbs into my hands, holding them, feeling their weight in my palms, as I ran my thumbs over the swollen nipples. I lowered my head, so I could take one into my mouth, as my hand caressed the other, delighting in its weight and teasing her hard nub. I heard her sigh as I gently bit around the nipple, so hard and juicy between my lips.

Then between us, we somehow undid the buttons of my waistcoat and shirt... both garments soon fell to the floor, leaving us skin-to-skin above our waists. The contact was luxuriating, the softness and warmth of her skin against my own, the soft pillows of her breasts pressing against my chest. My desire for her was in overdrive; I was now uncomfortably hard and needed more, no, all of her body, very soon.

Moments later, her fingers were fumbling with the catch and zip on her skirt; it soon slid down her shapely legs, to pool around her feet. Then, her fingers raked along the length of my rigid cock through the denim of my jeans, causing me to gasp. My higher brain functions were switching off... my whole being was being driven by primal want... The kind of state, when the whole building could have been on fire, and I would hardly have noticed.

Between us, we somehow wrestled the buckle of my jeans undone; in a state of complete urgency, I manage to twist my shoes off, then yank my jeans, pants and socks off in one hurried movement, leaving me naked, my aching cock jutting out for her to grasp in her hand.

Natalie

I'd waited long enough now. I needed to see it. I needed to see, feel, and taste Phil's cock.

Finally! And there's no disappointment. As expected, and hoped, Phil doesn't have the length of Giovanni, but he certainly has the thickness. As soon as I saw it, I knew it was going to feel so good inside me.

Phil

My hands migrated down her back and slid inside the waistband of her tiny panties, allowing me to gently squeeze the pliable orbs of her bottom, the flesh soft and yielding. I used my hands to ease the flimsy garment over the curve of her bottom, dropping to one knee as I slid it down over her nylon-sheathed legs. As it fell to the floor, I was treated to my first view of her pretty pussy with its neatly shaped landing strip, her inner lips just peeking out, a sheen of moisture visible on her folds.

I stood back up and looked into her eyes.

"Oh, Natalie, I simply have to taste you," I murmured, as I slid a couple of fingers between her legs. I felt her lips unseal as my fingers slid down her slit, releasing the creamy moisture gathered within. A moment later, my fingers were wet with her juices, and I raised them to my lips, inhaling her scent, before sucking them into my mouth.

"I've waited so long for that... I can't tell you how good you taste!"

All the while, she was softly stroking up and down my rigid shaft. I could feel precum leaking, and she sensually used the pad of her thumb to smear it over the head.

I brushed her hair to one side and moved my mouth to the side of her neck. In her own story, she had admitted how sensitive and erogenous her neck was, so I homed in on it. She moaned softly as I licked and gently bit the soft flesh, where her neck met her shoulder.

Then she started to descend my body, pausing to gently bite on one of my nipples, causing me to gasp. A moment later, she was on her knees, and she parted her lips to ease my cock into her sweet mouth. I was engulfed by a soft, warm wetness as she took me in deep, her hands moving from my hips to my buttocks, urging me in deeper.

I was struggling to keep my balance, as I was overwhelmed by the exquisite sensations that her mouth and lips and tongue were applying to my sensitive penis. I stroked her hair, as she lovingly anointed my cock. One of her hands left my bum, to gently grasp my balls as she sucked and licked.

I wished I could have reached my phone, to record the sight of my hard cock embedded in her innocent face, her doe eyes looking up at me all the while, but I would have to make do with imprinting that image on my memory.

"I want to taste you too," I murmured, gently pulling her upward. She licked her lips as she reluctantly allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth. I moved us both over to the bed, where we collapsed into a tangle of arms and legs, as we continued to explore each other's body with our fingers and lips and tongues. I was naked, as she was, save for her satin-smooth hold-ups. As we kissed and caressed, there was no need for words, until I couldn't wait any longer...

"Sixty-nine me," I urged her. In a trice, she flipped round and positioned her pussy over my face; her mouth immediately dropped down to my cock again, and I felt wet warmth engulf me again. I dragged a pillow under my head and took hold of her hips, guiding her sweet pussy onto my mouth. I explored her with my tongue... her mons was shaved beautifully smooth; her outer lips felt engorged, and her inner lips were like wet velvet. As my tongue probed her opening, a trickle of her juice ran into my mouth. She tasted so good...

My licking was slow and languid, but I could feel her arousal building, as she started to rotate her hips and push down, to get the pressure where she needed it. I quickened my movements and moved the tip of my tongue to her clit. Her thighs clamped around my head, muffling my hearing, but I knew she was close.

I tilted my head back slightly and ran my tongue all the way from her clit, over her pee hole, delving momentarily into her hole, then down over her perineum and onto her anus. I felt her jolt as I squirmed my tongue around it, feeling the tight knot with the tip. I put my hands on her butt cheeks and pulled them apart, causing her bum hole to open slightly. With my tongue pointed, I pushed the tip in the centre of her ring. A moment later, her muscle relaxed, and the tip of my tongue slipped inside. I was unable to hear her, but I could feel her body shaking, and suddenly, a small deluge of creamy juice leaked out over my face.

Her orgasm had thankfully interrupted the rhythm of her cock-sucking. In a departure from the story, I didn't want to come in her mouth, as lovely as that would have been. I'd avoided touching myself for over a week and I felt very, very full. Right now, I just wanted to pump all of that so deep inside her pussy. She had told me that it had been so long since she'd felt a dick explode inside her... now I wanted this to be everything she craved - and clearly needed.

I gave her a couple of pats on her leg, to motion her to move off me. She clambered off, breathing heavily and looked up at me.

"Climb aboard, Nadia! This is the moment I've been looking forward to!"

She deftly swung a stockinged leg over me, positioned her pussy above my cock and gently lowered down. My cock, flat on my belly, slid between the wetness of her folds, her outer lips almost wrapping around it. She started to gently rock her hips back and forth, making her big boobs sway in time, as her creamy pussy lips slid sensuously over my engorged shaft, her long hair cascading over her shoulders and drifting over her breasts, her face a picture of ecstasy. With each backward stroke, the underside of my cock rubbed against the hard nub of her clit, which proved to be unbelievably sensual and pleasurable for us both. I had the delight of not only looking at her boobs but was able to caress them and tease the nipples, as I felt her silken, creamy wetness oozing out all over me.

Her movements became more urgent, and I watched her expression become more intense as her tension built. Suddenly, she paused and lifted up, taking hold of my cock, aiming it at her entrance. As she lowered her hips, in one smooth motion, I slid delightfully into her wonderfully velvety wet cunt.

We both sighed deeply as I bottomed out. I held her hips, urging her to be still as we savoured that ecstatic instant in time. There had been a long wait until this moment... I felt my cock twitching as her muscles gently squeezed me. I looked deep into the brown pools of her eyes and felt like I could happily stay frozen in that second, forever...

I reached behind me and dragged a couple of pillows behind my back, to bring me into more of a sitting position, perfect to be able to hold her close, to kiss her deeply as she leaned forward, her big breasts squashing into my chest. My hands were now around her bum cheeks, helping her to start gently rising, until I almost come out, then falling back down again to penetrate her depths. By pulling and pushing her cheeks, I could make her pussy grip tighter or be more relaxed. I pressed and rotated my finger against her rosebud... she sighed as it located the centre and nudged inside. I involuntarily started pushing my hips up, to meet her downward thrusts.

This all felt so very good, and when she started gyrating her pelvis forward, the tip of my cock brushed back and forth across the back wall of her vagina. I hoped I was hitting her c-spot, as our movements became more urgent.

It would have been so very easy to allow our coupling to become ever more urgent, until we would reach our natural conclusion, but as pleasurable as that would undoubtedly have been, I had a plan of sorts, of how I had envisaged our climax to take place. I summoned a mental image of Theresa May, which bought me a minute or two. A vision of Paula Vennells bouncing up and down on me worked even better to prevent me exploding inside her. We were both quivering, breathing heavily, staring into each other's eyes.

We were both so close... I pressed my hands onto the tops of her thighs to persuade her to be still, then used my arms to gently lift her off me. I was so sensitive, it was almost unbearable as my cock slipped out of her.

"Roll onto your back, Nadia," I urged her, and she complied immediately. I couldn't help but take a moment to absorb the scene in front of me... she was lying back, her hair cascading over the pillow, her hands gently massaging her big breasts, her knees bent, her beautiful pussy, seductively accentuated by the stockings, the lips pouting and glistening with her moisture.

I couldn't resist; I had to move my head in between her legs once more. I loved the taste of her and wanted her to come in my mouth again. I moved forward to run my tongue up and down her cleft, from her hole to the top of her slit. The touch of my tongue released a pool of juice which trickled into my mouth. I inhaled her womanly scent as I worked my tongue up and down, over and around her swollen clit.

I pushed behind her knees until the tops of her thighs touched her chest, splaying her wide open for me. I drilled my tongue deep into her pussy hole, which was drenched with woman juice. I reamed my tongue round inside, before sucking on her inner lips between my lips and then flicked my tongue back and forth, over her swollen clit.

But of course, I knew what really hits her spot. I dropped my mouth down and squirmed my tongue around over her arsehole, which instantly drove her over the edge. She was bucking and writhing and clamped her thighs around my head, as she rode out her climax, until finally, she released me.

I tenderly licked the flood of juice from between her lips, as her aftershocks slowly subsided, before sliding my index and middle fingers into her soaking cunt. My ring finger pressed against her tight little rosebud, and a moment later, slipped through the ring of muscle. I started to gently finger-fuck her, two fingers in her cunt, one in her arse.

"Reach into the bedside drawer, Nat," I asked. She turned, a little awkwardly; her fingers landed on the silicone toy lying there. She handed it to me, and I switched it on, then sped it up a couple of notches. I used my hand to position the sucker over her clit, and it hit her like lightning, as the little mouth pulsed and sucked in a relentless, almost unbearable assault on her clit. All the while, I kept pistoning my fingers in and out, until finally, she screamed out, her fingers twisting and pinching her nipples, as she writhed and bucked in the throes of an all-body orgasm.

I tossed the toy to one side and eased my fingers out of her, then moved up her body. Her chest was still heaving as she struggled for breath. I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance and forcefully pushed into her, bottoming out in one stroke. Almost furious with passion, I grabbed her ankles and pushed them over my shoulders, bending her nearly double. I slammed into her over and over. She was pinned and could hardly move. Her cunt was mine, and I felt like I wanted to try and split her in half. I forced her ankles even nearer her head, making it hard for her to breathe as I pounded into her, but I didn't care. I turned my face... her feet were pressed tight against my cheeks... I sucked her toes into my mouth, as my thrusts become almost animalistic.

I was so close... I could feel my cock swelling up inside her as I came to the brink. Suddenly, my seed was racing through my tubes, and I tried to force myself even deeper inside her, as my cock swelled up more and suddenly, I cried out as I exploded deep, deep within her belly. Her next orgasm hit her at the same moment, and we became a conjoined, quivering, sweaty, shaking mass, until the shockwaves finally started to subside, both of us trying to drag oxygen into our lungs. I released the pressure on her ankles and lowered them down, giving her more room to breathe.

Nat swung her leg over and we rolled into spoons, our combined fluids pooling as they oozed out of her. Our hands drifted over each other, caressing and touching as we luxuriated in the afterglow. I was enjoying paying particular attention to her boobs, softly kneading them, and teasing her nipples.

Then I realised I was still quite hard. Not iron-bar hard, but hard enough to start slowly moving in and out of her again. Then on one out-stroke, I allowed my cock to come fully out of her, positioned it a little further back, then gave a gentle push. For a moment, I felt the resistance of her sphincter, then it suddenly relaxed and relented - and the head of my cock was lodged in her bum, copiously lubricated by our combined fluids. I kept still for a few moments, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion, as her ring twitched around my cockhead.

"Oh my god, your cock's in my arse," she murmured.

After a moment, she gave a gentle nod, and her eyes fluttered closed. I applied a little more pressure, and I was soon sliding further into her behind. Her pussy had felt exquisite, but the sensation of having my cock gripped in her back passage was just sublime; it felt like I was wrapped in a warm silken glove, as I started to gently move in and out, very gradually increasing the depth of my strokes as she accustomed to my thickness.

After a couple of minutes of tentative, slow, gentle strokes, I felt her ring relax even more, and suddenly, my cock just slid all the way in, my hips settling against the plump cushions of her bum cheeks. I remained still for a minute, sighing while I enjoyed the gentle squeezing of her rectal walls around my prick, and the twitching of her sphincter.

Before long, I was able to set up a slow motion, gently thrusting in and out.

I was cupping one of her breasts with one hand, rolling and pinching the nipple; my other drifted between her legs, so I could gently massage her clit with my fingertip.

Now, Nat started to move with me, pushing back as I pushed forward. She relaxed more; I was able to increase the urgency of my thrusts, and she start making her moaning noises again.

"Where's my cock, Nat?" I breathed in her ear.

"Ohh, in my fucking arse," she moaned.

"Like getting your tight little arse fucked, do you?" I whispered, as I started pumping a little harder.

"That's... starting to feel... good!" she murmured in a faltering voice. "I feel so fucking full!"

Even though I'd only cum a few minutes before, I could already feel a second climax building. The utter excitement of our encounter, coupled with the sheer taboo thrill of having my cock buried in her forbidden passage, was pushing me on towards another orgasm.

But I wanted this to last... I gently eased back until my cock gently popped out of her anus. I reached up and dragged a couple of the big hotel pillows down the bed, then persuaded her to roll over, so she was lying on her front, with the pillows under her hips. With her face down on the bed, she was positioned in the most delightful position, her plump arse in the air, her wet gash and bum hole clearly visible. I couldn't resist giving each of her big, white cheeks a couple of good slaps on each side, eliciting a yelp or two from the hapless Natalie. With some satisfaction, I watched as a couple of red handprints appeared on each cheek.

I was just about to feed my cock back into her lovely arsehole, when I had an idea. I fumbled for the clit sucker and pressed the buttons, before reaching round between her legs to locate it. She took my hand and guided it to the exact spot she needed it. I left her to manage her own pleasure in that department, while I positioned myself on my front, my face right in the cleft between her arse cheeks.

Using both hands, and my thumbs in particular, I pulled her plump cheeks apart - the classic 'porn position' - lewdly displaying her wet cunt, split like a wet peach, and the darker circle of her anus above it, which had closed up after previously stretching to accommodate my cock.

After taking a few moments to savour the view in front of me, I moved forward to bring my mouth in contact with her swollen labia, scooping along the length of her slit with the flat of my tongue. I could feel the curious pulsing from the clit sucker, as my tongue neared the top of her cleft. Her pussy was sopping wet, with a heady scent from our earlier coupling and her newer secretions.

I traced my tongue upward, past her cunt hole and over her perineum. Moving ever so slowly, I made her wait. I repeatedly dragged my tongue between the base of her hole and over the perineum, teasing her, making her crave the contact with her arsehole. She started grinding her hips, probably partly in response to the sucker, but also to try and get my tongue where I knew she really wanted it.

I finally relented and drew my tongue up and circled it around her pucker a few times, before drawing right across her budded opening with the flat of tongue. I felt her jolt and quiver as my tongue made contact. I took a fresh grip with my hands and thumbs and pulled her cheeks as wide as they would go. As I did this, I felt her anal opening relax and open, allowing the tip of my tongue to penetrate her sphincter. Natalie moaned out loud as I drilled my tongue in through her muscly ring; she started humping her arse against my face, like her arse was fucking my tongue.

I carried on tongue-fucking her arse until she suddenly went rigid, moaning and clutching at the sheets, bucking as another orgasm tore through her. Still draped over the pillows, she was gasping for breath as she gingerly pulled the sucker away from her clit.

I knelt up behind her and scooped my fingers into her sopping pussy, then smeared her juices all over my cock and spat onto her arse crack for good measure. I then lined the tip of my cock up with her anus. One gentle push, and the head slid in, causing Nat to gasp again.

Her ring relaxed much quicker this time, and soon I was sliding in and out of her rectum with a steady sawing movement. Picking up the pace, I started fucking her arse in earnest, hammering at it like I was fucking her pussy. Nat was writhing, grabbing at the sheets as I plunged in and out of her.

The stimulation was getting too much for me... I knew I was getting close and on impulse, I reached forward and grabbed a big handful of her hair, twisting it round my hand. Then I gave it a long, steady pull, dragging her head upwards and backwards, a bit like reining in a horse. The fingers of my other hand dug into the flesh of her hip. Between my two holds on her, it felt like riding a bucking bronco as I pounded at her distended arsehole.

After a few more stabbing thrusts, with a groan, I loosed off another salvo deep into her bowel and fell forward across her back. She flopped forward, panting, and exhausted.

After a few minutes, we pulled the pillows out and rolled onto our sides, as my softening cock slipped out of her ravaged bottom.

When our breathing had settled somewhat, she looked at me with a smirk and said, "I don't recall that being in the original story?"

I gave her boob a gentle squeeze and nuzzled her neck, before whispering in her ear, "It's called improvisation, my lovely!"