1. A Night in Nairobi


    Date: 10/10/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: ahgoudie, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    he should just lie back and think of England! “Do you want the light on?” asked Milly. “Why not?” Mex sort of mumbled. He heard Milly stand up and go into the bathroom. He vaguely heard sundry sounds of running water. Mex slowly sank into oblivion. He next thought was that he was dreaming. He had an exquisite erection and seemed to be having one of the greatest screws of his long and varied career... Only this time he wasn’t doing a single thing. Mex had some difficulty in opening his eyes. Looking down, he saw the top of Milly’s head as she administered one of the best blow jobs it had been his pleasure to experience. Mex felt the bed slightly shaking. He opened his eyes wider to take in the whole extraordinary scene. Milly was kneeling on the bed at right angles to him. Her head of course was wrapped deliciously around his penis. The kneeling body was georgeous. He could see only one of Milly’s ample breasts, swinging gently to the rhythm of her body and tipped by a wonderfully distended red nipple. “Christ,” thought Mex, “She’s got a body like the Venus de Milo.” Milly’s right hand was clearly steadying Mex’s erection as she gave it her undivided attention with that little thin mouth and what was obviously a very well educated tongue. Her left hand was between her slightly open legs, and the shaking Mex had felt was Milly frigging herself with some vigour. Mex took a few moments to take everything in. Milly was clearly enjoying herself, and, so he discovered, was he. Mex ...
    prided himself in taking his time. He liked to think that he could give a woman at least one orgasm before he had got his weaponry anywhere near her. Thereafter, once he had slipped his well tuned engine of delight in to the, by now, suitably juicy pussy, he could roger away for at least half an hour before he climaxed himself and fired a load of warm ecstasy into a receptive chamber. While not in the same league as Mexican Pete, of whom it had been written, “had he the mind could grind and grind, for a couple of solid hours.” Mex was proud of his prowess. Repeated requests for encores were proof enough of that. This was different. Glancing at his watch, which he had forgotten to remove before getting into bed, he reckoned Milly had been working on him for perhaps five or six minutes. But already he could feel the signs. Some of Milly’s beautifully elegant fingers were working quite incredible magic on his balls and scrotum, quite apart from the damage the ministrations of her lips, mouth and, of course that amazing tongue, were doing to his now throbbing penis. Mex realised he was going to have to try and regain control. Milly, quite literally, held him in the palm of her hand. “How about a spot of soixante neuf?” he whispered, “It seems a pity that you are having to do all the work.” Without interrupting her fellation of him, Milly swung her body round gracefully, placing her knees on either side of Mex’s head. Mex drew back his arms and took two handfuls of smooth, firm ...
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