Seduced

By Michael Hancock

Published on Jun 22, 2007

Encounters

I never expected to see him again so it was a big surprise on a Saturday night about three weeks later when I was drinking with some friends in the garden of the pub opposite my place when he touched my shoulder just the way he had at London Bridge. I felt my cock shoot up hard immediately and all I could think of was wondering whether I could persuade him to come across the road to my flat so that I could feel once again that smooth palm sliding up and all around me as he worked me and jerked me as only he knew how. Hi there!' he said. He turned his head slightly. I told you we might find him here, drinking on his own patch.' I realised his companion was a woman. The woman from the photograph he had shown me. His wife. In the flesh, she was even more sensational, dark, dusky, maybe half Arab, full figure, beautiful round bare arms set off by the sleeveless white top she was wearing over tight blue denim jeans. He led us a few yards away across the garden, away from my friends. The music was loud and so was the laughter and conversation all around us. She placed her lush lips close to my ear and whispered huskily. I've heard all about you. He says you cum like a fountain, spurting and squirting. I love to see that.' Her tongue flickered in my ear. I grew harder than ever. I made my excuses to my friends and led the way out of the pub And across the road to my front door. They followed me upstairs. I could hear my heart pounding. In the living room I turned to confront them as he shut the door behind him and then moved to the windows and pulled the curtains. We're going out to dinner with friends,' she said. We've only got a couple of minutes, but he said that was all he would need with you.' She slid her full round arm round my throat as she moved behind me and held me in a surprisingly strong grip. Her left hand moved found and stroked my cock through my jeans, Mmmm,' she said. Nice and hard already.' She slipped my zip down and stroked me through my shorts before tugging out my already dripping cock. Then I felt her hand move round behind me and she slipped two fingers into me with an expert sliding movement that set my cock quivering and dripping even more. She tightened the strangling grip around my throat. I gasped. Go!' she said. I'm counting. One, two three...' He stood in front of us and slid one hand under my balls which he caressed with agonising tenderness as he started to jerk me off with his other hand.' At her count of seven I started to cum. By 12 I was spurting thick coils of white jism hallway across the room. At twenty I was bucking at the knees and begging for mercy. She laughed. You were right, darling!' she said in delight. He's a real squirter. Milk him dry baby! . No mercy!' At thirty I was dry and begging for mercy. He pushed me away and she let me slump to the floor. As I lay there groaning with exquisite pleasure and pain, I saw her slide out of her jeans and then slip off her top. He stood behind her as she went down on all fours, then her tugged the bra aside, seized each beautiful breast and began to mount and fuck her. She gasped and screamed and laughed again as I watched him taker her from barely four feet where I lay. I found myself hard again, pulling myself off despite the soreness. The three of us came together. Afterwards they moved silently to the bathroom, and emerged five minutes later, neat and tidy and smiling as I struggled to compose myself.We'll definitely use you at one of our parties,' she said. `We'll be in touch.'


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