Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2007 17:12:16 +0100 (BST)
From: Michael Hancock <london_guy_blue@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: seduced-3

I never expected to see him again so it was a big surprise on a Saturday
night about three weeks later when I was drinking with some friends in
the garden of the pub opposite my place when he touched my shoulder just
the way he had at London Bridge. I felt my cock shoot up hard immediately
and all I could think of was wondering whether I could persuade him to
come across the road to my flat so that I could feel once again that
smooth palm sliding up and all around me as he worked me and jerked me as
only he knew how.
`Hi there!' he said. He turned his head slightly. `I told you we might
find him here, drinking on his own patch.'
I realised his companion was a woman. The woman from the photograph he
had shown me. His wife. In the flesh, she was even more sensational,
dark, dusky, maybe half Arab, full figure, beautiful round bare arms set
off by the sleeveless white top she was wearing over tight blue denim
jeans.
He led us a few yards away across the garden, away from my friends. The
music was loud and so was the laughter and conversation all around us.
She placed her lush lips close to my ear and whispered huskily. `I've
heard all about you. He says you cum like a fountain, spurting and
squirting. I love to see that.' Her tongue flickered in my ear. I grew
harder than ever.
I made my excuses to my friends and led the way out of the pub And across
the road to my front door. They followed me upstairs. I could hear my
heart pounding. In the living room I turned to confront them as he shut
the door behind him and then moved to the windows and pulled the
curtains.
`We're going out to dinner with friends,' she said. `We've only got
a couple of minutes, but he said that was all he would need with you.'
She slid her full round arm round my throat as she moved behind me and
held me in a surprisingly strong grip. Her left hand moved found and
stroked my cock through my jeans, `Mmmm,' she said. `Nice and hard
already.' She slipped my zip down and stroked me through my shorts
before tugging out my already dripping cock. Then I felt her hand move
round behind me and she slipped two fingers into me with an expert
sliding movement that set my cock quivering and dripping even more. She
tightened the strangling grip around my throat. I gasped.
`Go!' she said. `I'm counting. One, two three...'
He stood in front of us and slid one hand under my balls which he
caressed with agonising tenderness as he started to jerk me off with his
other hand.' At her count of seven I started to cum. By 12 I was
spurting thick coils of white jism hallway across the room. At twenty I
was bucking at the knees and begging for mercy. She laughed. `You were
right, darling!' she said in delight. ` He's a real squirter. Milk him
dry baby! . No mercy!' At thirty I was dry and begging for mercy. He
pushed me away and she let me slump to the floor.
As I lay there groaning with exquisite pleasure and pain, I saw her slide
out of her jeans and then slip off her top. He stood behind her as she
went down on all fours, then her tugged the bra aside, seized each
beautiful breast and began to mount and fuck her. She gasped and screamed
and laughed again as I watched him taker her from barely four feet where
I lay. I found myself hard again, pulling myself off despite the
soreness. The three of us came together.
Afterwards they moved silently to the bathroom, and emerged five minutes
later, neat and tidy and smiling as I struggled to compose myself.
`We'll definitely use you at one of our parties,' she said. `We'll
be in touch.'