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THE FRENCH MAID Part 12 by Susan
One Friday I was told that two had requested me to go for a car ride in
the hotel’s very large Rolls
Royce. I was told who the were, I had seen them at breakfast. They were
both in their thirties, average build, short hair, and quite good looking.
Naturally I agreed. I was given a new outfit to wear, a body hugging short
black dress. I decided that bra and would spoil it, so I went out to
the car just in the dress.
They were waiting for me. I climbed in and sat between them as the car
started off. We travelled for a while before anything much happened. We
chatted about the area and the hotel in general. I noticed that the on
my left, John, had slipped his hand on to my leg. His fingers were tracing
little circles on the inside of it. The on my right, Peter, now slipped
his arm around my neck. I settled back a little in the large soft seat,
enjoying John’s fingers touching my leg.
He then leaned over and kissed my cheek. I turned a little so that our lips
could meet. His tongue pushed into my mouth. I felt John’s hand touch my
breast, cupping it within the tight dress. John’s hand meanwhile was slowly
moving up my leg, patterns as it made it’s way upwards towards the
hem of the dress.
I broke away from John and turned to Peter who was ready to kiss me too. Our
tongues played as our lips fused together. His hand clasped my
tightly and then I felt his fingers slip into the top of the dress, pushing
past the top of my until they touched the nipple which he then
proceeded to rub with his finger. John’s hand was now high up my leg, his
fingers just reaching my pussy.
My head lolled back as his finger slipped into me and started to stroke my
clit. John then popped my right from my dress and his mouth on
the hard nipple. I felt his teeth clasp it and his tongue jabbing at the
nipple. I reached down with my hands in to their laps. I could feel two hard
cocks as I rubbed the front of their trousers. John’s seemed the biggest,
while Peter’s felt very long and thin.
Peter pulled his hand away from my breast. I decided I needed to see these
cocks. I leant forward and over to Peter’s lap. My fingers fumbled with his
trouser zip but soon I was tugging it down. I slipped my hand in and got
hold of his cock still in his pants. Fishing it out I pulled it
through his trouser fly. It was really long, with a small head at the end,
partly by skin. I pulled back on the shaft, allowing the head to pop
out. Leaning down some more I stuck my tongue out and ran it around the top
of his cock head. There was a little moisture there which I lapped up. My
tongue run around the head before my lips sunk down over his shaft taking
half of it in straight away. I felt his cock head nudging the back of my
mouth as my tongue swirled around it. My hands were digging into his
trousers, gently lifting his hairy balls free which I started to squeeze and
stroke.
Behind me John had pulled my dress up over my thighs and was busy caressing
and touching my bare bottom. His fingers ran around the cheeks and then in
between, after which he started to slide them into my from the back.
Peter’s cock was rock hard in my mouth as I bobbed my head up and down. He
was laying back in the seat now, one hand on my head, leafing through my
hair, the other wrapped around my breast, squeezing and clasping it;
pinching the nipple between his fingers.
I slowly pulled my head off his cock, letting my tongue lick around it
before sitting up. I kissed John and then slid down to his lap where I found
he had already undone his trousers and his fat cock was sticking
straight out. I opened my mouth and with my lips only began to move my head
up and down so my lips were rubbing against the mushroom head from the tip
of it to the large rim. When that was all wet I then slid his cock into my
mouth, my lips sliding down his shaft. The large head filled my mouth, I
could feel it scraping past my teeth as it slid in. All I could do was flick
my tongue at the head.
I felt Peter’s cock push against my bottom and then slip between my legs.
After a second or two he managed to get it into my where he slowly
started to thrust in and out. Because of the angle it wasn’t the most
impressive performance but he did what he could. I could feel that long thin
cock sliding deep inside me, and then thrusting in short sudden movements.
I opened my mouth as wide as possible to take as much of John’s cock in my
mouth but it really was too big and there was very little I could do with
it. So I contented myself with sliding my lips up and down around the shaft.
He had both his hands on my head, gently holding me down. My tongue kept up
it’s assault on the head, lashing away at it. I could taste some pre in
my mouth, it sort of just appeared there. Peter’s hands were holding my hips
and he was moving me gently into a kneeling position onto the seat so he
could thrust his long thin cock into me from a better angle. He finally made
it too. It must have been uncomfortable for him, his head bent right over
by the roof of the car. But the feeling of that long cock now thrusting in
me as nature intended was lovely. I could feel his balls slapping against my
legs with each thrust. I could feel the wetness of my on his balls and
hair.
It was so good in fact that I had to take my mouth off of John’s cock. I
settled instead for biting and licking his furry tummy, matting his hair as
it got wet with my tongue licking around it. I wanked his shaft by my face
with my hand. He had one hand under my chest and was helping himself to my
little breasts, both of which had now fallen out of the dress which was all
bunched up around my waist and tummy. He held the left in his hand
while the right one trembled and shook with every thrust from Peter.
The decided to swap places, John knelt on the floor between the drivers
seat and the back one. He pulled me backwards on to his lap, his cock
slipping straight into me. I felt it slide into my pussy, the mushroom head
pushing past the walls as it made it’s way deep into me. Peter sat on the
seat directly in front of me. I rested my cheek on one leg, sticking my
tongue out to caress the inside of his other leg. His balls were near my
forehead.
With his hand he bent his cock down to his legs so the shaft caressed and
pushed against my nose. His was sliding in and out of me really
slowly as he pushed and pulled me by my hips. With Peter’s cockhead pointing
down by my mouth I settled for licking that instead of his leg. I took long
licks at it, running up the shaft as I arched my head back. Finally I
managed to slip the head of his long thin cock into my mouth and suckled on
it like a baby on a breast. He massaged it with his thumb and forefinger,
pushing the skin back and forth, wanking it into my mouth. My tongue swirled
around the head, licking at the eye, tasting the pre that his hand
action was forcing out.
Behind me John was holding my hips really tightly as he thrust his large
cock in and out of my pussy. By now the car had stopped, but I didn’t really
think anyone had noticed.
I twisted around a little and slid up along Peter’s legs taking his cock
into my mouth properly. My hands went under him cupping his bottom. He kept
his hand on the lower part of the shaft, wanking it gently.
I suppose it was the event that had made me so horny but I really wanted
this right now. I wanted someone to cream in my mouth, to fill my mouth so
it overflowed, and I wanted someone fucking me hard. I never knew a car ride
could be so sexy. My bottom was now slapping hard against John’s tummy with
each thrust of that massive cock. Peter’s cock meanwhile was securely
trapped in my mouth. I no longer moved my head back and forth, but just held
it there while my tongue played and caressed the small head engulfed within
my lips. I suddenly noticed that Peter’s head was thrown back, and before I
realised what was going to happen great gushes of were pouring out of
his cockhead and running over my swirling tongue, filling my mouth up. I
swallowed some but there was of it. Hot sticky stringy just
pouring out the little head. I opened my lips and let some of it slide out
over his cock and down his shaft, running over his fingers were it started
to drip off. More oozed out, it was now everywhere, all around my teeth,
all in my mouth, sliding down my throat, dripping over my chin and all over
his shaft and hand. Finally the fountain ceased and it started to shrink. I
played with it with my covered tongue until it was too small and it
popped out of my mouth.
I heard John moan behind me and suddenly he pulled his cock from me. Within
seconds I felt long trails of gooey landing on my back from my
shoulder down to my bottom. He must have fired off about six times, totally
covering my bottom cheeks in the stuff as well as soaking parts of the dress
and leaving long lines of it along my back which soon started to run to my
sides. He sat back against the drivers seat and I knelt up and then sat
against the door.
“Beats the taxi.” Peter said.
THE END
SUSAN
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