[MF] London Calling – for a fit admin assistant

Part 1

A few years back, I was fresh out of college and working at a large recruitment agency in London. We were arranged in teams in a large open plan office in right by a large tube station. Looking out of the window most mornings, you got to see some of London’s finest dressed up to the max looking mighty fine heading into work each day.

One Friday morning, we were informed that our admin assistant was leaving, and instead we would be hiring a replacement. There were a number of candidates due in for interview that morning, and being a 90% male team, we were keen to see what “totty” was in store for us. A few candidates came and went, decidedly average, and then this one walked through that caught everyone’s attention. I’ll call her “Lisa”, she was 21 or 22 y.o, brunette short bobbed hair (I always thought chicks with bobbed hair were sultry and sexy), green eyes, tight body, around 5″6 tall with what looked to be a very pert pair of C-cups.

1st and last time [mf]

One time, my brother in law invited me out for some beers. This stiff SOB, also a cop then wanted to me to see “his” part of town. So after some bar hopping we end up at this place where a cute, well proportioned brunette with tight black jeans and decent sized headlamps was subtly catching my eye.

After a few drinks, my B-I-L politely leaves, I tell him I’ll likely see him tomorrow. Random brunette and I hit it off and in the taxi back to her apartment, she makes it abundantly clear that she is horny and up for it. Okey dokey, I’ll make sure I’m on point…….

We get back to her place, remove jackets etc and she pins me against her kitchen countertop and begins to tickle my tonsils with her tongue. We kiss like a pair of horny teenagers making out and one thing leads to another. I decide to get her slightly disrobed. She’s happy enough for me to get her girls out and her rock solid nipples and big dark aureolas are a great spectacle to finger and suck. This goes on for a while, my neck attention is well received and she can’t help herself and gets my solid throbbing cock out to play with.

Last Orders Called at the bar [mf]

A few years back living in London, everyone would make a mad dash to the bar when the bell was ring signaling last orders. On a Friday and Saturday night, it was a sacred act to ensure that you could get one or two more drinks before the minesweepers came around taking glasses off tables.

At that time I was living in a grotty but clean apartment above a used car sales lot. It was off a busy high street and was fit for purpose of low-average cost flat-share. My roommate was a taller guy who I’ll call Dave, who had chunky arms from being a compulsive wanker and someone who did an excessive amount of arm curls so that he’d fill a
Polo shirt out.

We were both single, in our early 20’s, and were out most weekends looking for a wet hole to park the
man kayak in. One particular weekend, we decided to entertain 2 local chicks that we had frequently seen in the pub but had never spoken to. Karen was about 5”4, auburn/strawberry blonde with a super plain face that wasn’t anything special to write home about, although she had a fit body and round looking c-cup breasticles. Dave made it known that he was going to “tap her” and I, by default was going to be left with Melissa who was dark haired, similar height, but carrying several pounds with a chipmunk face, 40D boobs and a hefty ass.

Strangers in the night [MF]

Some might call me old fashioned in my ways, but I like to have a connection with someone before I get inside them. I enjoy foreplay, listening to the sound of a pussy getting wetter, breath getting heavier and seeing nipples get solid.

I was finishing up at work one day when my landlord was having a drink with his GF and told me that they had someone that they wanted me to meet. I was like “yeh sure”. Her name was Michelle, single mom around 22. Tall, very slim, bright orange hair cut short. Easily mistakable for a lesbian at first glance.

I found my way over to her and she said hi, and proceeded to ram her tongue around my tonsils. I don’t think at that time I remembered her name or got a chance to ask her it. She finishes a pretty sloppy kiss and then proceeds to tell me that she’d like to do the same to my cock shortly. Awesome I thought….

We proceed to hot tail it back to my house. On the drive home she’s vigorously rubbing my legs and crotch. My dick is making my pants wet and she’s going to feel it soon.

Gentle[M}en pre[f]er Blondes

[m] Back in my college, sophomore year I dated Zara [f] a local chick who was nothing special. Permed shoulder length dirty blonde hair, 34B boobs, with a fair old landing strip. I met her at a bar that I used to bounce at. Her stepdad was a dirty cop who’d been thrown off the police force over some shady incidents. Nevertheless, my one-eyed monster gave in, and after clocking off for the night, I ended up at a club that she hinted she’d be at, and low and behold, there she was, ready and waiting for my arrival.

A few cold beers later, I was in the back of a cab heading home with her skirt half-way up her legs and my hand working its way up to her moist slit. She had a thong on, so I needed to navigate this for finger entry, while not giving the cab driver a free show. By now my cock was solid and moist, and she started to get a feel for it. Once we got dropped off, I took no hesitation in taking her upstairs, ripping off her clothes, and marveling at the spectacle of her taking my rock-solid wet cock into her mouth.