1. Missing Time


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Author: TheTravellingMan, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    anyone yet. You were incredible too. Ouch. Smiley face . For such a small statement, it contained many white lies. He tried to convince himself that she would forgive his leaving. No doubt Stella would fill him in on the sordid details at her earliest convenience. Not too early though, she had worked him out good, his body felt so sore and used. Hurriedly splashing water on his face, he primped his hair in a vain attempt to look respectable. The marks on his neck told a different story and were impossible to disguise. Retrieving his clothes, he pulled the collar of his dinner jacket up. It barely concealed his neck and he knew he looked stupid; rather that than blatantly advertise the outcome of his nocturnal activities. Attired in formal evening wear and looking hungover on a Saturday morning, - it would be clear enough to anyone what had been going on. “Ha!” Inspired, he found his phone; he would call for a taxi. “Shit!” Nothing – the battery was flat. He searched for a phone but to no avail. He would have to make the walk of shame home and he cringed. With his best foot forward, he would brazen it out and slammed the front door shut. The quiet residential street joined a busier street with traffic moving with ease. He had no idea where he was, nothing looked familiar and he looked at the street sign. The sign said NW1, he lived in NW1, he seized his first lucky break and he embraced the sense of relief. He stood on the busier street waiting to see the next empty black ...
    cab. The cacophony of people milling around were engrossed in Christmas shopping and each other. They paid him scant attention and he gave thanks that he would spirit himself away with ease. Waiting outside, trying to hail a taxi, the bitter cold air blasting through the thin layers of his jacket and shirt as he sought refuge in a doorway. Pressing herself against him to keep warm, her lips met his. Her breasts crushed against his chest and she pressed her soft loins against his stiffening cock. She took his hand and led him further away from the mass of people outside. With an outstretched arm, the cab pulled over. “Trent Gardens, please.” Slumping into the commodious backseat, the cabbie looked in his rear-view mirror. Their eyes met and he immediately realised that he might not have the fare for the cab. Rummaging in his jacket pocket, he tugged at his wallet. He pulled it free and he had snagged something with his hand. They were black, satin and they hung from his fingers to his obvious horror. Fackin’ ‘ell. Someone got lucky!” cackled the cabbie. He squirmed a little and smiled sheepishly. “Left ‘er mark too on yer neck!” The cackling grew louder, “Merry fackin’ Christmas eh? Eh?” He smiled uncomfortably. The raucousness of the cabbie’s laughter boomed through the Perspex wall between them. Pushing her hand into his jacket pocket with a quiet snigger, she took his hand and pressed it against her inner thigh. He felt the surprise of feeling her legs ease apart for him. The ...
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