My very rude European Adventures
By
Phebe Bodelle
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Copyright 2012 Phebe Bodelle
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CHAPTER 1 - UNITED KINGDOM ONE
My two gentlemen friends managed to time their climaxes to perfection. Tar first, I opened my mouth wide to receive his cum and he never disappointed me, five good squirts of the white stuff shot into my mouth and onto my face, as soon as he finished I turned to Eric and he finished himself off with a big groan as his load spurted into my mouth and across my cheek. As usual I made a big thing of swishing their cum around my mouth before letting some of it dribble out down my chin before picking it up with a finger and pushing it back into my mouth, then I swallowed. A double load, what a blast. I then reached over to Tar’s big cock and licked it clean all over, around the head and the full length of the shaft before giving Eric the same treatment.
This sex session had lasted for over two hours so we all sat back exhausted now it had ended. Tar found the energy to fetch us all a drink and we just sat enjoying the feeling of complete satisfaction. I’d arrived at Tar’s house just after lunch, parked my car in his drive and quickly pulled the little cotton sun dress up over my head so I was naked. I walked up to his door and rang the bell. Tar had seen me with clothes on once since I had met him over two years before, it’s a long story as to why he had only seen me with clothes on once before and if you read My very rude Awakening you’ll know what it’s all about.
Eric was a former US Marine Gunnery Sergeant, built like a brick outhouse and black as the ace of spades. He hailed from Mississippi and had all the charm that gentlemen from the southern states of the USA are supposed to have. He had welcomed me with a kiss on both cheeks before holding me at arms length. “Pam you have gotten more beautiful since the last time I saw you.”
I smacked his arm. “Get away with you,” but gave him my brightest smile.
I was so used to being naked around men that I had no inhibitions about it but still got a thrill knowing that the men enjoyed seeing me with no clothes on. I have a lovely body even if I do say so myself and I work out in a gym twice a week and watch what I eat to keep it that way. I’m not fussy though, just careful.
After a coffee on arrival I said to Tar and Eric. “Well are you two guys going to get those clothes off, I need some loving and I just know you two know how to give it to a girl.” I’d also learned to be quite forthright over the last two years. I know what I want and am not afraid of asking for it.
By the way my name is Pamela Bergassi. I was happily married with a wonderful sex life with my husband up until two years ago. Things happened with Tar that awakened my sexual appetite to want more than just one man. I’ve always had a healthy sexual need and although Bob, my ex, satisfied me I found out that there was a whole world of sexual pleasure out there if you wanted to be part of it. From enjoying our new sexual adventures at the start Bob soon turned into a green eyed monster before leaving me for a woman with I suppose a more conventional sexual appetite. The couple had since had children and in truth I hoped he was happy. I came to the conclusion at about the same time that I was put on this earth to please men with my body and went out of my way to do just that. When I was fifteen my Aunty Joy had had a chat and she had instilled in me the fact that women can enjoy sex as much as, if not more than men. She explained that so many women were repressed about sex that they could never achieve true satisfaction. I had mulled that over for a few days and then had another chat with Aunty Joy and that had reinforced my belief that sex was good. Ever since then and until I started having proper sex I would masturbate on a regular basis, every two or three days enjoying the blissful feeling and satisfaction that a good orgasm can give you. I think because of that, and much to the delight of my partners I find it very easy to climax, long may it continue.
Back to the present, I sat them either side of me on the sofa and grabbed a prick in each hand and worked along their lengths getting them both to a full erection. The pair were big lads much to my pleasure and I loved watching their cocks spring to life and harden under my manipulation. I resisted the temptation of kneeling between one set of legs to take a cock in my mouth. I wanted to anticipate the glorious orgasm that my two lovers were bound to give me later. However Tar had other ideas and slid off the settee, knelt between my legs and pulling me forward to the edge buried his head in my crutch and began to lick me. He would stick his tongue as far up my hole as he could and then lick upwards over my clit to the top of my crack, then slide his tongue back down and start all over a again. Another thing I liked about my two men was that nothing was ever rushed unless I wanted it to be. Tar would keep this up for an hour if I let him, but by that time I would have been up the wall to have a prick inside me. After a while I got Tar to lay on his back on the floor so I could squat over him so he could continue his delightful service to my cunt, in the meantime I was now able to Take Eric’s cock in my mouth. I started by licking the tip, its purple head with the little hole a visual stimulant for my eyes. I know a lot of women are not turned on by visual images, me I love seeing sex in all its forms. Sometimes if I had gone a day or two without sex I’d put a blue DVD on the player at home and as that familiar feeling began to take over my body at the antics on screen I’d reach down and wank myself to a satisfying climax. I’d recommend it to any women out there for a good nights sleep.
I then worked my way down the shaft, nibbling and licking, using my hand to pull the skin up and down. Then I took the whole thing into my mouth as far as I could, but from this angle that wasn’t much. Never the less Eric was enjoying himself, he sat back with his eyes closed a broad smile on his face. Tar reached up and took one of my long nipples between finger and thumb squeezing hard. He knows I like that, it seems to send an electric shock straight to my crutch thereby adding to my pleasure. He squeezed in a regular rhythm that just seemed to be timed to perfection for my body. Suddenly my first orgasm started and took over my body as Tar quickly concentrated his tongue on my clit and reached up with his other hand so he could squeeze both my nipples at the same time. I grasped Eric’s prick hard as the wave a pleasure swept through my body. That had been quick even for me and it felt like a bonus. I thought it was about time I gave Tar’s prick some of my oral attention so got him to lay flat on his back on the very large flat couch which was the centre piece of his living room. I brought him near to the edge so I could kneel between his legs and suck his prick and asked Eric to fuck me from behind. Eric’s beautiful cock slid slowly into my fanny and it felt wonderful after three days without a cock inside me. Jane, my friend and I had been together the day before and although she could satisfy me with tongue and fingers it wasn’t the same as having a big stiff cock sliding in and out of you. He started a steady deep thrusting motion, what more could a girl ask for while I got on with sucking, licking and nibbling Tar’s cock. Eric reached around and with one hand cupped my right tit and with his other hand gently rubbed my clit. This was heaven.
After ten minutes of blissful action I decided I wanted to deep throat the boys, I’d perfected my technique for this and one would have to watch while the other one got the benefit of fucking my mouth. Eric was first. I sat upright on the couch with my head bent as far back as I could manage. Eric stood over me and fed his cock downwards into my mouth. This way I could take his cock deep into my throat. It took me a while to perfect this method, I gagged a few times when I first tried it but now felt confident that I would be able to do this with the biggest cock going. Eric went slowly until I felt his pubes up against my lips, he withdrew and thrust down again, up and down, up and down, this really was mouth fucking with a vengeance. I bet a lot of women at this stage are thinking’ I couldn’t do that,’ but you’d be surprised what you can do if you really want to. It is all part of my philosophy, I was put here to please men and men love this little trick, so I had to be able to do it. Eric kept this up for about five minutes going at my gob harder and faster and then he gave way for Tar to have his turn. He loved me doing this for him and very gently slid his cock into my mouth and down my throat. He wasn’t as forceful as Eric but kept up a nice steady rhythm that was very comfortable for me. Eric bless him leaned across and stuck a couple of fingers into my fanny to keep the level of excitement up in my lower region.
By now I needed a proper fucking so Tar withdrew his cock and I lay back on the couch with legs wide apart and invited Eric to slide into me, and very satisfying it was as that lovely black cock entered my cunt hole. Tar lay alongside continuing to give my tits the attention they deserved. I’ve noticed a lot of men forget about a woman’s tits once they start to fuck, which is very unfair, a lot of us girls get a lot of pleasure from having our tits groped and our nipples sucked or squeezed while we are being fucked. Pretty soon I felt the urge for the ultimate fuck so got Tar to sit on the edge of one of the sofas. I squatted over and facing him. He held his prick up and directed it into my fanny and I lowered myself down onto him. He thrust up into me and together we got into a nice co-joined motion but I wanted more.
“Eric fuck me up the arse, please.” I begged.
I leant forward to give him easy access to my bum hole. He licked his fingers and slid them into my bum for a bit of lubricant then slowly slid his magnificent prick into me. Wow this was absolutely fucking gorgeous, two big pricks up me. Eric started fucking my arse slowly but surely while Tar did what he could from below thrusting into my cunt for all he was worth. Now I’ve enjoyed getting banged in both holes at the same time for quite a while, but felt I would never be able to take both these big pricks at the same time, but like I said if you want something badly enough anything is possible. All I needed now was another big prick in my gob and every hole would be filled to capacity, I’d have to see what I could arrange. In the meantime another climax was building and I started to moan with pleasure. Tar grabbed my nipples by finger and thumb and swung my tits around for all he was worth. My moaning turned into an animal howl as the most intense orgasm took over my entire body. I went rigid as wave after wave of pleasure swept through me. Neither man stopped shagging me until I finally collapsed forward onto Tar. Only then did Eric take his cock out of my arse and I rolled off Tar to sit alongside him on the sofa.
“Wow that was something else, lads, thank you so much.” Was all I could say as I took a minute to recover.
“Right gentlemen, stand in front of me, you know what I want.” I said as I got down on my knees, wanking one cock and sucking the other then swapping over. When they were both close to coming I told them to finish themselves off and I think that’s just about where this chapter started.
That night I slept between the two men in Tar’s huge bed, although I’ve got to say sleep wasn’t on the agenda for the first hour or so but after another session of fucking, sucking, licking and general sexual pleasure we all finally got to sleep. However I had something on my mind, a little plan that I hoped would lead to a little something different between Tar and me. I stirred at about four thirty and reached over to Eric and began to suck his limp cock. I didn’t take long to get it to full hardness and whether or not he woke up I don’t know. If he did he never gave me any indication. I just carried on regardless until he gave a satisfying groan and spurted his lovely cum into my mouth. I licked him clean and then lay back with a grin on my face, the first part of my plan was completed.
The next morning we all showered and headed off to the kitchen for breakfast. I of course remained completely naked and answered the door to the milkman when he called for his money. I always get an extra thrill when a man sees me naked when they are least expecting it, their reactions range from complete surprise to would you believe it, indifference. It takes all sorts.
After we had cleared away the breakfast things we got down and dirty in the living room again. Eric was leaving just before lunch to head off to Heathrow and a flight back home and both Tar and I wanted to give him something to remember us by. The pair of them gave me another ultimate fuck but this time Eric was in my cunt and Tar up my arse. Variety is the spice of life so the saying goes. Needless to say I had another stonking orgasm and after finishing off Eric with my mouth I lay Tar on his back on the couch and wanked him off so his cum shot onto his belly then promptly knelt over him to lick up every last drop.
At twelve the taxi arrived to take Eric to the airport. I hugged the big man as he stood by the rear door of the car I don’t think the taxi driver took his eyes off me for second. I reckon there would be an interesting conversation in the car as they headed south.
I made a coffee and a sandwich for lunch and we went and sat in the lounge. After we had finished I took the plates and mugs out to the kitchen and sat on the sofa opposite Tar.
“I’ve got a confession Tar.” I began. “I was very naughty in bed last night.”
Tar looked at me in surprise, the look on his face said ‘where is this leading?’
Now Tar and I had no emotional ties, although I was very fond of him and him me, we both knew this relationship was going no further. We both had enormous sexual appetites and knew how to please each other. In a sexual sense there could be no naughtiness between us because we both believed in anything goes if you’re happy. So I was not surprised by his look.
“How were you naughty then Pam?” He finally asked.
“Well, in your bed while you were asleep I gave Eric a blow job.”
He laughed. “So!”
“Well I think I should be punished.”
He screwed his face up in a questioning look. “And what form would this punishment take?”
“I think I need my bum smacked.”
“Oh.” He nodded his head in recognition. “I see, are you often this naughty?”
“Only sometimes.”
He began to play along. “Well naughty girls do deserve to get their bums smacked.”
“I know.” I replied in a whiney voice.
“So on a scale of one to ten how naughty have you been?”
“About a five I’d say.”
“You give a man a blow job in my bed and you reckon it’s a five. I’d say it’s more like an eight, wouldn’t you?”
“Perhaps a six.”
“Seven at least.”
“Okay then Sir a seven it is.
Now I used to play this game with my ex, to do it and enjoy it you’ve got to completely trust your partner and I trusted Tar.
“Okay then my girl, bend over the back of the sofa and let’s get this over with. I did as I was told leaving me with my bum stuck up in the air.
“Are you ready?” He asked.
“Please don’t hurt me Sir.”
“But you’ve been very naughty and badness needs punishing.”
With that he gave my bum the gentlest of slaps with his hand.
“I’ve been naughtier than that Sir.”
This time his hand came down harder, but for me not hard enough.
“I’d do it again in an instant if I got the chance Sir.” I said.
This time the smack was harder and I felt the burning sensation across my cheeks, a lovely pain that I enjoyed from time to time.
“ Eric’s got a lovely cock and I loved having it in my mouth.”
“You cheeky little bitch.” With that he gave me a far harder slap. The pain was exquisite. And the tears started to flow. As Bob and I had got further into masochism so my pain threshold had risen and I needed more punishment to get the same thrill.
“Of course I enjoyed it more because he’s got a bigger cock than you.”
Again he slapped me harder. The burning turned into a warm glow and the pain spread right across my bum.
“He produces more spunk than you as well.”
Another slap they were getting harder each time. The tears were cascading down my cheeks.
“You cunt.” I said. “He’s twice the man you are.”
Another brutal slap and I felt the beginnings of a climax.
“That black cock of his is the best.”
Tar gave it his all and delivered a right cracker of a slap. I let out a howl of pain.
“Shag me Tar. Right now, stick it in me hard.”
He dropped his trousers and rammed his stiff cock into me from behind.
“Grab my hair, you bastard.”
He did so pulling my head back.
“That’s it, fuck me you bastard, ram it in to me, harder, faster.”
My climax started and I was screaming my head off. “Fuck me, fuck me, harder.” Until finally I collapsed forward over the back of the sofa totally spent. Tar wasn’t finished and carried on fucking me until his climax was close.
“Turn around bitch, on your knees.”
With that he rammed his cock into my mouth and holding my head by the hair fucked my mouth with all his strength. Within moments I felt his body stiffen as his orgasm started and next thick globs of his spunk were shooting deep into my throat. Finished we both sat on the sofa for five minutes without speaking. I finally broke the silence.
“Will you rub some cream onto my bum please.”
“For you Pam it would be my pleasure.”
I lay across his knees while Tar gently rubbed moisturising cream all over my bum. The cooling liquid soon took the edge off the burning and I finally sat down opposite . He went off to the kitchen to make some coffee and soon returned with some biscuits as well. As I began to nibble on a chocolate digestive Tar looked at me and said.”I didn’t realise you were into that sort of thing.”
“There’s probably lots you don’t know about me, but yes I get very turned on by a bit of pain occasionally, it sends a warm glow through me and really gets my snatch going. I must say you responded very well to my game. Did you and Marjory indulge?”
He stood up. “Come with me.”
I followed him into the hallway and then he opened the door to the cupboard under the stairs, except it wasn’t a cupboard as I’d always thought, it was steps down to a cellar. He switched on a light and we went down.
“My God.” I gasped. The room was a torture chamber.
“In answer to your question,” Tar said. “The answer is very much so, yes Marjory and I did indulge.”
He looked around, the place was filthy with a thick layer of dust all over the place, it smelt of damp and mould and a couple of bulbs weren’t working so the place was overall looking very dismal.
“I haven’t been down here in over nine years now, not since before Marjory died. Sorry it’s in a bit of a state.”
“Never mind that we can soon get this cleaned up. It’s so exciting.” I turned and looked at him, eyes wide. “I’ll want to try out everything.”
He laughed his hearty laugh. “You know Pam you are one hell of a woman. I know you must believe I think of you almost as a replacement for my Marjory, but I don’t I can assure you. You really are as different as chalk and cheese personality wise, sexually though you are almost identical. She loved sex as much as you do and would do anything for a thrill.”
“I’m going to take that as a compliment, from the little I know about Marjory she was one hell of a woman too. Now, let’s go and get the vacuum cleaner, some buckets of soapy water and make a start on this.”
“I’ll dig out the dehumidifier and stick it on and put a heater or two down there. It shouldn’t take long to get rid of the smell.”
We worked into the early evening and had done just about all we could until the heater and dehumidifier had done their jobs. Filthy, we went upstairs for a shower where Tar fucked me up against the glass screen, this man was insatiable, mind you that suited me just fine. We ordered a takeaway and sat in the lounge with a glass of wine waiting for out Chinese to arrive. Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang and I went to collect the food. I told the man to come into the kitchen while I sorted out the money. I was of course still naked and he didn’t take his eyes off me for a moment. God I loved this power I had over men. I waved to him as he climbed into his van and he blew me a little kiss as he reversed out into the road. Good, I had made another man happy today.
I left Tar’s just before midnight for the short drive home. I had work to do in the morning and although I was my own boss I didn’t like to take liberties with my time. Work was work and it had to be done although I’ve got to say I liked what I did and enjoyed achieving the success I had gained all off my own bat. My business was buying and selling over the internet, anything and everything although in the last year or so I had begun to specialise in industrial and commercial kitchens. I put my success down to hard negotiations on prices, a fair mark-up but keeping my prices down and thus selling more. I was beginning to get a good reputation and the last three major orders for kitchens had been by recommendations from previous clients which was very satisfying. I had gone through the mill of gaining ISO: 9000 quality certification which was a necessary evil in this modern world, so all in all I was pretty pleased with myself. I was making a better than average income and could afford a few luxuries and what with my work in the porn industry I was very happy. I was up at seven, switched on the coffee percolator and then booted up the computer. Fifteen emails were waiting for me, four quote requests, six with prices for various bits and pieces I was working on, three were waffle, one was a rejection of one of my quotes, bastards, and the last one was an invitation to an open day one of my kitchen suppliers was holding in Milan. Now that was interesting, a few days in Italy would be lovely. I’d been to Sicily with my ex, his family had hailed from those parts, but I’d never been to the north before. The open day was in two weeks time, something to seriously consider. I put that aside and started to put the prices of equipment into the various spreadsheets I had for each quote request.
I carefully compared prices, not just of the equipment but also packaging, and shipping, you had to watch some of these companies they’d offer bargain prices and then load the shipping costs. I normally got quotes for shipping using local freight firms, generally their prices were better. I’d become a real whizz with Excel now and quickly put everything together. I emailed out a couple of bids and started printing off reams of paper on a sealed bid I was working on for an industrial kitchen for a Norwegian oil rig. Boy these oil companies wanted every I dotted and every T crossed and then some, but this could be very lucrative work. I then started looking at the new bid requests that had come in and began to build spreadsheets to put all their information together.
Another cup of coffee and I looked again at the email from Milan, five minutes later I decided, I’m going. I thought about what I would need for the trip and top of the list would be a lap top computer. I was working on my trusty old Dell desktop but I couldn’t afford to be away from the internet for two long so needed a portable device that could do all that the Dell could do. I would also need a business suit to impress the people at Belacocinas. Little did they know that most of my work communicating with them was done while I was wearing my tiny silk kimono that fastened with one hook and eye at the front. Thank god I didn’t use the inbuilt video camera on the Dell while talking to them.
I went and had a shower, got dressed and headed off into town. If I was going to buy a lap top I would do so today so I could get used to the thing and find out how the whole caboodle worked. After parking up I walked into the local computer megastore and started looking. Bloody hell the choice was enormous, I was totally mystified until a sweet fourteen year old (okay I know he wasn’t really fourteen, he just looked it) lad came up and asked me if he could help. I explained exactly what I wanted, what I would need the lap top for and where I was going. He immediately launched into geek speak, so I held up my hand.
“Young man, I am a computer user and nothing else. Speak English or I’ll go to somewhere that does.”
He immediately got the picture and explained in a language that I could understand exactly what I needed. He recommended a medium priced lap top with loads of gigabyte thingies and megabytes of memory, I think, whatever. He explained what software I would need and if I would like to return to the store in an hour it would all be loaded, checked and up and running, with a free fifteen minute lesson thrown in to explain things, if I wanted. I passed over my credit card and the deal was sealed.
I walked into the high street and decided to have some lunch in my favourite little bistro. After ordering from the waitress I took off my jacket and put it on the back of my chair. Now I need to explain that I wear pretty minimal clothes most of the time, today I had on a little tan leather mini skirt and a thin white cotton blouse, no bra and my favourite sandals of the moment. My table faced the entrance. I was minding my own business when a tall good looking guy in a business suit walked in. I noticed straight away that one of his shoelaces was undone. I held my hand up to stop him and pointed to his shoe.
He looked down. “Oh thanks, I must do that up.” He said and walked up to the counter.
About a minute later I heard “Oh shit!” Next a tumbler of freezing cold water came flying at my neck and drenching my front followed by a slice of pizza sticking to my back.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” He said as I jumped up and turned on him. “I guess I should have done that lace up.”
His eyes went down to my boobs, as you know I have very prominent nipples and the water had turned the thin material of my blouse transparent.
“Are you enjoying the view?” I asked hands on hips.
“Oh shit, sorry.”
With that he grabbed a handful of napkins and reached out to dry my front off.
“Don’t you dare.” I said in my most menacing tone.
“Oh shit, sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”
“You don’t seem to do a lot of that do you.”
“Shall I at least take the pizza off your back.”
“Yes, that would be nice.” With as much sarcasm as I could muster.
By now the whole restaurant was looking at us so I quickly sat back down and the cheeky sod sat opposite me.
“Look I really am very sorry.” He said. “It’s been a bad morning and my mind was elsewhere.”
A waitress came over, wiped the table dry and mopped the floor.
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
“Huh, you must be joking, you’ll probably knock it into my lap.”
He pulled a face. “I promise to exercise the most extreme caution.”
Reluctantly I agreed to the coffee.
He held out his hand.
“I’m Barry by the way.
“Pam.”
“Do you come here often?” He asked.
“Jesus Barry I hope that’s not your best chat up line.”
He laughed. “I wasn’t trying to chat you up.” He said indignantly.
“Why, what’s wrong with me?”
He looked stunned, but then I laughed.
“Sorry, I’m being a bitch.”
The relief spread over his face. “Whew, that was getting to be hard work.”
“Listen you go around drenching a girl and throwing pizza at her what do you expect, especially as we hadn’t been formally introduced.”
Barry worked in a bank and had been sending out letters all morning to clients who were close to defaulting on their mortgages. It was breaking his heart so I understood his distraction. One cup of coffee became a glass of wine and then he looked at his watch.
“Shit, I’m late. Sorry I’ve got to go.” He stood up and headed to the door.
“Barry.” I shouted.
He stopped and turned.
“Your lace.”
“Oh Christ.”
He bent down and did up the offending lace and was about to go out the door when he turned back to my table. “Can I call you?”
I thought about that for a moment. Since Bob, I had not been on a date.
“Why not.” I gave him my number and then he was gone.
I smiled to myself, a date, now that’s a turn up for the book.
I went back to the shop and picked up my all singing and dancing lap top, complete with carrying case, returned to my car placing it very carefully in the boot and then went off to look for a professional looking business suit. It took some time but in the end I found a lovely outfit, dark blue with a grey pinstripe, knee length skirt and a single breasted jacket. I chose a conservative white blouse to go with it and bought a pair of sensible dark navy blue leather shoes to complete the ensemble. Boy would I knock the eyes out of those Italians.
I returned home and the light on the answer phone was flashing. It was Barry. “How about dinner tonight to make up for lunch? My number is ........if you fancy it.” His message said.
I laughed, this guy was keen and why not I was foot loose and fancy free. I picked up the phone and dialled. Barry answered on the second ring. “Barry Furlowe, how can I help you?”
“It’s Pam.”
“Hiya
Pam, I’ve been on the edge of my seat ever since I left the
message.”
“Well here I am, what do you have in mind?”
“A nice dinner in a little restaurant I know in out in the countryside.”
“Sounds good.”
“Shall I come and pick you up.”
I thought for a second, I didn’t really want this complete stranger knowing where I lived until I had gotten to know him a bit better.
“No, I’ll meet you in town, outside the MacDonalds Drive-Thru, okay?
“Is seven alright for you?”
“Perfect.”
“Great, I’m looking forward to it.”
I poured a bath and lay back relaxing with a nicely chilled glass of white wine. I began to think about my date with Barry and it suddenly dawned on me that this would be my first ever proper date. I am twenty nine and this was numero uno in the dating game. Okay I’d been out with a couple of lads from school, but usually we would be in a group of us lads and lassies. We might have snuck away for a kiss and a cuddle with perhaps a bit of tentative groping but I would hardly call it a date. Then I had met Bob, my ex whilst still at school and it was the same thing, a crowd of us would meet up and head off to the cinema or youth club. As we got older and left school Bob and I would go out together, if you could call that dating then I had dated. This however was a complete stranger and was to me my first ever proper date the way people do. I wondered how I was going to behave, we were going to have a meal so plenty of chat would be the expected thing, here I was going to have to be careful, my job buying and selling was okay but my career as a porn star was definitely off limits, and what about later, would he expect to sleep with me? Nowadays when you watch telly it seems everybody jumps into bed on the first night, not that it bothered me, Barry looked quite dishy and seemed like he had a pretty fit body and by the end of the night I might just fancy a bit, but should I and if I did how far should I go. By now you realise that with me virtually anything goes in the sex department and the old saying says that to keep a man happy behave like a slut in bed, but he might be truly shocked if I really got in the mood. I decided that I would have to let him take the lead and play it by ear. I was excited, Barry had been an unexpected turn up and I was looking forward to a proper night out.
I closed my eyes and my mind drifted to Tar’s cellar, what a discovery that was. When I had asked Tar what everything was for the pig had just told me that I would find out as and when we used it all. He didn’t want to spoil the surprise each item held. I was fascinated. Bob always used his hand to smack me but on the wall of the cellar were canes, riding crops and even some small whips. I wondered how far I could go, what my limits were. I liked to push the boundaries and this new development was thrilling. I felt the familiar tingle down in my crotch and reached out with my fingers and rubbed my clit, very quickly my climax arrived, it wasn’t stupendous but satisfying all the same. I lay there a while reflecting on what a lucky girl I was, my own business, a nice home, a very good sex life instantly on tap with Tar but with none of the emotional problems a relationship can bring. What was I saying, here I was getting ready for a date leading who knows where? One thing was for certain I was going to have to juggle all the various compartments of my life very carefully, never the twain should meet so to speak.
I got out of the bath dried myself and went into my bedroom and started looking through my wardrobe for my evening’s attire. Now my cupboards were pretty full, but since my awakening my clothes were pretty much on the skimpy, sexy side. I dressed to please myself and fuck what everybody else thought but I didn’t want to frighten Barry off as soon as we met. I ended up with a pile of clothes on my bed and finally I found a little black dress that I thought would be suitable. It plunged quite deeply at the front and would show a fair bit of my boobs but it looked sophisticated rather than tarty, no bra was required that was for sure. I complimented my outfit with a brand new thong from M & S, a girl had to be prepared, and a pair of sandals.
I carefully applied the little make-up I used, brushed my hair and looked at the clock, six fifteen, time for a quick coffee before I set off for my date. Now did I turn up on time or was the protocol for me to turn up late. My tummy decided I felt starving and wanted to get eating as soon as possible. I arrived at Mickey Ds at exactly seven and there was Barry waiting for me, good lad. I parked the car, locked up and walked over to him.
“My God Pam you look stunning.”
So my little black dress and a bit of boob were pleasing this man already, my philosophy on life was obviously bang on.
“Thank you.” I replied. “Now, how far is this restaurant, I’m hungry?”
“About twenty minutes. You have a good appetite?”
“Oh yes.”
“So how do you keep looking so trim?”
“Exercise in the gym, swimming and I’m just about to start karate lessons, plus I am pretty careful about what I eat, although I’m not fussy and on a night like this anything goes.”
“I’m glad to hear it. I hate fussy eaters.”
We chatted away about this and that until we pulled into the restaurant, a converted farm house, talk about diversification, this was taking it to the extreme.
Over dinner I found out Barry divorced three years ago and had no kids, which was a good thing because kids were absolutely nowhere on my radar. He told me that they had just got bored with each other and had drifted apart. I told him that my ex had started seeing another woman and that was the end of our marriage. I’d already started lying to this nice man and yes I’d already concluded that he was a decent chap.
I had a huge portion of chocolate gateau for dessert with loads of cream, a real good treat that I would work off in the gym tomorrow or in Tar’s bed, I’d decide that in the morning. Coffee followed and then it was time to pay the bill. Did I offer half or what. I reached for my hand bag and pulled out my purse.
“Pam, please what are you doing?” He questioned.
“I thought it was the done thing these days.”
“Call me old fashioned, but I asked you to dinner so that makes it my shout, besides I’m trying to make up for drenching you yesterday.”
“In that case I’ll put my money away.”
On the drive back to Mickey Ds I pondered whether to invite him back to my place for a coffee, yes I do mean a coffee, but in the end thought I would play it cool on this first date. He pulled up his car alongside mine.
“That’s us then.” He said, a hopeful look on his face. With that my resolve foundered.
“Why don’t you follow me back to my place and come in for a coffee.”
“I’d love to.”
Fifteen minutes later we walked through my front door. I showed him into the living room while I went into the kitchen to switch on the coffee percolator. It was all set up ready to go, so perhaps deep down I knew he’d be coming back.
“Would you prefer a proper drink Barry?” I called out.
“No tah, I’ve got to drive.”
Sensible man.
I joined him on the couch while the coffee brewed.
“Nice place you’ve got here.”
“Thanks, I’ve not got a lot of furniture but what I have is good quality.”
He looked at my computer desk in the corner. “Is that the Pam Bergassi Empire?”
“Certainly is and it’s growing all the time.”
“Good for you.”
“I’m off to Milan in a couple of weeks on business.” I said proudly, international jet setting sounded quite good in my book.
“I’m impressed.”
“To tell you the truth, it’s my first ever business trip abroad.” Now why did I tell him that?
“Perhaps the first of many.”
“I hope so, I love to travel.”
We sat sipping our coffee chatting away, he was very easy to talk to and showed a lot of interest in my work which was nice. We both put our mugs down onto the coffee table at the same moment and turned to face each other and we both knew that we were about to kiss. Since Bob this would be my first proper kiss, in the porn industry you don’t get kissed. The kiss turned into a full on snog and very nice it was too. Barry put his hand around the back of my neck and gently caressed my skin and then slid it down my shoulder before moving it across to touch my boob through the thin material of my dress. His hands there felt wonderful and it didn’t take him long to slip his hand inside, my dress offering ready access to my tits. He cupped my right boob in has hand and gently squeezed and he gave a little moan when he felt my nipple. They are long and prominent and had stiffened under his touch. He pulled the front of my dress apart and bent forward taking the nipple in between his lips. Now it was my turn to moan as electric shocks began to shoot their way down to my crotch. He slid the shoulders of my dress down my arms and I shook the material off my wrists. He pulled back a moment and looked me over as I now sat there topless.
“Jesus Pam you are bloody gorgeous.”
I smiled and thrust myself forward so he could take my other nipple into his mouth as he reached up and squeezed the other. This was lovely but I needed something to do with my hands so reached down and felt his erect cock through the material of his trousers. Now I had become something of an expert on cocks during the last year or so and though he wasn’t a big lad it felt adequate enough. I leant forward and whispered in his ear. “Shall we get rid of these clothes?”
“That sounds like a wonderful plan to me.” He replied.
I stood up and shucked the dress off my hips and stood there in just my little white thong. He sat there mesmerised.
“Turn around, please,” he whispered, “so I can see all of you.”
I very slowly revolved. God I love it when men get so much pleasure from seeing me. When I faced him once more I slid my thong down my legs displaying my shaven slit. His eyebrows rose for a split second.
“Come on you,” I said, “your turn, strip!”
He stood up and took all of three seconds to get his clothes off.
By now my fanny was beginning to have that oh so familiar ache and I knew exactly what I wanted so decided to throw caution to the wind and get Barry to do what I needed. I sat back down on the sofa, opened my legs wide and said. “Kiss me down there.”
He was on his knees in a moment licking my slit like a goodun. This was lovely, now I get plenty of sex as you know from a variety of men and enjoy every episode but this was the first time a man had made love to me in a very long time, well since Bob actually. It may not have had some of the excitement of other encounters but was a very, very pleasant change. Barry was actually pretty good with his tongue and when he slipped two fingers into my hole I couldn’t stand it any more.
“Barry stick it me I need you inside me right now.”
He was very quick to respond and slid his prick deep into my hole, fucking me with a nice steady pace. Within seconds my orgasm began, I gripped his shoulders and clung on for all I was worth as the pleasure cascaded through my body. I let out a cry as he began to grunt as his climax started. He put his arms around me and pulled me close and we clung together. It was a wonderful moment. There were a lot of firsts this night, perhaps not firsts more of not for a long time. Barry was the first man to actually come in my fanny since my ex. You know what it’s like in porn films, all the men come in your mouth, that’s what is required and even though I loved giving blow jobs and beyond this actually made a nice change.
We clung to each other for a while. And I’ve got to say it felt great to have a man’s arms around me in a loving embrace. Loving? It’s only a word. We separated after a while and I flew into the kitchen to get some kitchen roll for us both to wipe ourselves.
“Thanks.” He said as I passed a wad to him.
I then noticed he had some blood on his shoulders where my finger nails had dug in.
“Jesus I’m so sorry.”
He laughed. “Listen, you seemed to be enjoying yourself, so what the hell. I didn’t feel it at the time I’ve got to say. It’s a bit sore now.”
“I’m sorry.” But I laughed too.
I dabbed his shoulder with some clean kitchen roll, it didn’t amount to much, no stitches or plasters required. I poured us another coffee each and then he said he would have to be going.
“Work in the morning unfortunately.”
I didn’t realise that it was two in the morning.
“I will see you again?” He asked as I said good night at the front door.
“I’d love to, give me a call.”
“What about this weekend.”
“I can’t this weekend, I’m going to stay with a friend, I’m sorry.” I was anxious to examine Tar’s cellar and intended to spend the entire weekend there.
“We’ll get together early next week okay. Call me Sunday evening.”
He looked a little crestfallen, but it was the best I could do, or wanted to do anyway. He gave me another kiss and was gone.
I jumped into the shower then flopped on the bed, my mind in turmoil. What was I getting into here? Then another thought struck me another first, I hadn’t had his prick in my mouth, I’d put that right next time we met.
The next morning I phoned Jane and invited her over for a coffee. After a quick cup we jumped into bed together when I spilled the beans about Barry. Now Jane knew all about my escapades and was a frequent visitor with me to Tar’s so I didn’t hold anything back. She wanted to know every detail, what I was wearing, what I’d eaten in the restaurant, how the sex had started and every intimate touch. That got both our juices going and we were soon touching and kissing. Jane did a beautiful job of sticking two fingers in my fanny with her thumb in my bum and with a bit of attention from her tongue on my clit I had a satisfying orgasm. I returned the compliment, we both knew exactly what the other liked and what buttons to press.
We both showered then went downstairs for some lunch. Over a pizza and Coca Cola Light Jane asked. “So where do you think this is leading to?”
“Christ knows.” I answered. “I’ve thought of little else.”
“Do you think it could carry on?”
“Yes I think so. He seems a good guy.”
“What about Tar and your alternative job.” She said referring to my stardom in the porn industry. “Would you give all that up, and me come to that?”
“No way.”
“Well there aren’t many men who would put up with it.”
I pondered this for a moment. “I know.” I said in an indignant voice.” I’ll just have to cross that bridge when I come to it.” But knew Jane was absolutely right.
When she left I booted up the computer and dealt with my emails, ten of the buggers but all relevant to the quotes I was building. It was seven in the evening before I looked at the clock when I decided to call Tar and arrange the weekend. He was pleased to hear of my proposed visit.
“Of course Pam, I look forward to seeing you, Friday evening about seven. I’ll cook something.” Which was Tar speak for I’ll phone for a takeaway.
“How’s the cellar?” I asked.
He gave a little laugh. “Coming together very nicely, thank you.”
“That’s good, I’m looking forward to using its facilities.”
I could here the smile in his voice. “So am I.”
I’d booked my flights and hotel for the trip to Milan so having dealt with all my emails felt I could sit and relax for the evening. I switched on the TV and found a soppy romantic comedy to watch and thoroughly enjoyed it. Was I going soft? I was in for a busy time in the next week or so. I’d already booked a trip to go and see my Aunty Joy and Uncle George in France for a few days and that was before I went to Milan. International jet setter or what?
I was late getting to Tar’s place. One of my kitchen quotes was due in and I rushed to get it finished Friday afternoon and finally emailed it at six thirty. Then a shower a coffee and I set off. I parked as usual in his drive took my top and skirt off, I never wore any underwear to Tar’s and rung the doorbell. No answer so I went round the back and Tar was chatting to a young couple of hikers on the path that passed by the back of his garden. They looked at me in surprise and then the young lady tugged at her boyfriends arm and said in no uncertain terms. “Come on we’ve got to get going.”
The lad gave me a wistful look and then they were gone. Oh well you can’t please all of the people all of the time.
Tar and I walked down his garden looking at his plants on the way. It was near the end of the summer and things were looking a little tired.
“I’ll have to get some work done out here. “ He declared. “Perhaps you would give me a hand tomorrow?”
Now I’m no gardener but I was willing to give it a try and it would be nice to be naked out in the open air for a while.
“So what’s for dinner then Tar?” I asked knowing full well what the answer would be.
“I thought I might ring up for a takeway, how about kebabs for a change?”
“That would be lovely.” I giggled.
“What’s that for?”
“Haven’t you realised that you always say you are going to cook, but you always get a takeaway.”
He gave me a lascivious look.”Perhaps I’ve got better things on my mind than standing in the kitchen cooking.”
I nodded.” Okay point taken. Can I have a look in the cellar now?”
“No you can’t. Let’s have our food first and then go down.”
“You are a spoil sport you know!”
“No I’m not, the anticipation is half the fun. Now what would you like to drink?”
He got me a beer and we sat in the lounge while we waited for the food to arrive.
“So what have you been up to then Pam?”
I told him all about Barry and then my romp with Jane. Now this was the first time I’d fucked another man whilst seeing Tar, apart that is from my porn career which doesn’t really count and I wondered if there might be some sort of reaction from Tar.
All he asked was.” Did you enjoy it?”
Now over the past year we had talked a fair bit about him and his dead wife Marjory who by his own account fucked anything in trousers, with or without Tar being present. His philosophy was that it was only sex, nothing emotional, just something to be enjoyed. Now you’ve heard the expression, no strings attached, that was our relationship. I was fond of Tar but nothing further. I really appreciated the great sex we had but would never consider taking the relationship to a higher level.
The food arrived at nine; I of course answered the door to a short, fat greasy looking older man. His eyes lit up when he saw me.
“Bloody hell darling, you’re a site for sore eyes.”
“Why thank you kind sir.” I gave him a little bow. “Come through to the kitchen while I get your money.”
I bent down to pick up my handbag giving him a lovely view of my arse. Turning round I asked. “How much?”
“Eighteen pounds please darling. Cor I could look at you all night.”
I smiled and stuck out my chest. “You like what you see then.”
“Not half.”
“Would you like a little feel?”
He reached up with both hands and groped both my tits. With that Tar walked into the kitchen. The man dropped his hands to his side like a scolded cat.