1. The 4 1/2 litre Bentley


    Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, First Time, Prostitution, Reluctance, Romance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 84.6, Source: sexstories.com

    two bob bits and a shilling from his wallet and cried, "Lead on!" Mother shook her head, "Stupid man," she said, "I thought you were a man's man Geoffrey," Mother said quietly. "Never really thought about it," I admitted, "I never realised, you know, willies, or the lack of girl wise." "I blame the war," Mother said as upstairs bed springs began to squeak, "Normally you would have put at least one housemaid in the family way by now." "Perhaps," I agreed, "Any supper, I'm starving!" Supper was Dinner's leftovers but quite palatable and when I finished Father appeared looking rather flushed, "Half time, your innings," he laughed, "Go on lad, I've paid the ten bob already." Mother hook her head sadly but I bounded upstairs, grabbed a rubber and once again I slid my willy firmly into Doris's soft warm wet and yielding flesh, "Ooohhh sir, that's lovely," Doris said and she gave my willy a little squeeze, "Go on then!" she said and I started to hump her again, more slowly this time, dreamily, "Oooohh sir, this is so much nicer than round the bike sheds at the station." she admitted, which I thought was nice. I heard bedroom doors creaking, voices, "Have you had enough?" Doris asked, "Only I'm tired and you had your half hour." "Sorry," I said, "I was miles away," dreaming of big game hunting, Hippos with Angela's face, Rhinos with mothers face, very disturbing but as I came back to reaity my willy throbbed ad the last drops of stickiness blobbed out of it and I collapsed ...
    exhausted against Doris's tits. "Where do I sleep?" Doris asked. "Here," I said, and I rolled on my back. "Not till you get rid of that thing and have a wash," Doris insisted, so I went to the bathroom for a wash. She was asleep when I returned, "No not without a rubber," she muttered as I slid under the covers beside her and put my arms around her but I just kissed her neck and went to sleep. I slept like a log and in the morning I woke to a tinkling sensation, Doris had the bedclothes thrown back and was kneeling over me wearing my shirt and kissing my willy which was standing up vertically with the veins clearly outlined and very very hard. "Mmmm," Doris said, "Can I earn another ten bob?" she asked and she pulled a rubber on to me. "What?" I asked and she simply moved along a bit and sank her warm wet slippery cunt down over my straining willy. "That's nice isn't it?" she asked. "Very!" I agreed. "Worth ten bob?" she asked. "Every penny," I agreed as she squirmed around. "I don't get to fuck many nice gentlemen in bed," she said, "It makes a nice change." "I suppose it must," I agreed but I was thinking about flying and all sorts of other random thoughts until quite suddenly in a maelstrom of flying marshmallow and Bentleys at LeMans I started to leak, and then shoot stickiness into my rubber. "Ohhh sir, you have got a powerful squirt," Doris agreed, and I collapsed back onto the pillow entirely spent. Part 2. I could hardly wait to get back to London and see Angela, it was so ...
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