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18 Hours of Debauchery – part 3If you missed it — part 1: https://xhamster.com/stories/18-hours-of-debauchery-part-1-9999603- part 2: https://xhamster.com/stories/18-hours-of-debauchery-part-2-10000563DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Perhaps…Chapter 2: The virgin cherryIt was late dusk as we left the Gastro Pub. The streets were busy with passers by as Chris and I strolled down to the seafront and down steps onto the lower promenade. A string of bars there have outdoor seating and it was pretty busy with people socialising into the night. As we walked I was very conscious of attracting attention with my (lack of) outfit – the whistles, the cheers, the raucous lewd comments. The low cut front to the jacket focused attention on my cleavage and strained to contain my swaying 36DDs, the tail barely covered my bare arse and occasionally raised in the breeze to reveal skin and suspenders between waist and stocking tops. But that movement of air over skin and breasts within the jacket’s silky lining just ramped up the erotic excitement. I was feeling so fucking slutty amongst the crowds and I loved it! Chris noticed my intensely horny, predatory look. He slipped a hand under my crotch and gasped ‘Grief! You’re so fucking wet and horny!”Yep.’ I looked around and spotted an opportunity. ‘Wait. Want to take a picture to send to Ben?’Before Chris could answer I dropped my bag to the floor, unbuttoned the jacket and threw it at him, walking purposefully over to a group of five young lads standing at one of the outdoor bar tables with beers. They burst out laughing and cheered as they saw the near-naked woman in stockings, suspenders and heels striding confidently toward them. ‘Lads – my boyfriend here bet me £100 I didn’t have the guts to come over here and get some pictures with you. Can you help me prove him wrong?’ ‘You’re fucking k**ding! This is a set-up, right?”Nope. Scouts honour!”You’re no fucking Scout!”And you’re no fucking virgin, mister, so help me out guys!’There was an eruption of noise as they gathered round me, jeering at Chris. He just laughed in disbelief and took out his phone, catching a couple of tame pics of me standing with them.’Come on guys, we can do better than this! Lift me up and spread me out! Check these tits out too!’Two of the tallest lifted me up and spread my legs wide open exposing my puffy cunt lips, another grabbed a handful of tit, another leaned in and sucked hard on my nipple. My body shook and I gasped, juices dripping from my cunt. Chris continued with pictures, the flash illuminating the scene like lightning. There was a crowd of about 30 or 40 people around us now, loud and raucous.A shout from someone in the crowd ‘Fuck it’s the police!’Chris threw me the jacket. The guys and some of the crowd surrounded me, hiding me from sight, as two police officers strolled up.Chris turned to them. ‘Is there a problem officer?”It’s getting a little rowdy. Just making sure everything’s okay, sir.’ one policeman replied. ‘I thought I saw some lewd behaviour just a moment ago.’One of the lads piped up ‘I’ve no idea what you mean officer. We’re just taking a few pictures of our night out.”Just be careful,’ the officer warned. ‘We don’t want anything to get out of hand and spoil your evening, do we?’ The two officers turned and walked back the way they’d come.Jacket on, I pushed my way out of bahis şirketleri the crowd, many hands grabbing and groping, of course! I left a few sticky fingers behind, too. I thanked the lads that had posed with me and Chris dropped them some cash for a round of drinks as a thank you. We waved and parted to more cheers, continuing our stroll, arms around each other’s waist, toward… what next, I wondered?From the Pier we continued eastward along Marine Parade before turning left and across the road to one of Brighton’s boutique hotels. We paused on the floodlit steps and kissed as lovers would. He held my hands and stepped back one, looking me up and down critically. ‘You are one wild tiger!’ he announced, ‘Who are you and what have you done with that prim, conservative woman that Ben married?”I’ve no idea who you’re talking about,’ I laughed, ‘You’d better ask Ben that question.’Chris collected the room key from a lady at the reception desk. She looked me up and down, grinning broadly, ‘I’m glad that your, er, wife was able to make it after all. I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful evening.’ Chris thanked her and said something about it being our anniversary, asking for a bottle of champagne and two glasses for the room. ‘Certainly sir’, was the courteous reply.We walked to the small elevator and stepped in. As the doors began to close there was a shout of ‘Hold please!’ and a young lad stepped in. He looked about 16 in an oversized and obviously borrowed waistcoat, shirt and trousers and carried a tray with two glasses and a bottle. Another opportunity! I looked sideways at Chris as the elevator doors closed. He looked back with a genuinely worried expression.’Are those for room 302?’ I asked. The boy said they were. ‘Ah. That’ll be for us then. Thank you.’ I glanced at Chris. He pleaded ‘no’ with his eyes, not saying a word. Turning to the boy again I gave a pantomime exhale, ‘It’s so hot this evening, isn’t it?’ The boy nodded, smiling. I swiftly unbuttoned the jacket and took it off holding it out to him, ‘Would you mind carrying this for me too, please?’ It was wicked, I know. He had no escape. His eyes were like saucers as he looked up and down the naked woman in stockings and heels smiling at him. ‘Y-y-y-yes. Of c-c-course,’ he stammered, his face turning bright pink and trying to look away. ‘Jen – don’t be such a terrifying tease!’ Chris complained.’Oh I’m sure he’s seen much more than this on the internet, haven’t you?’ I asked, looking directly into his eyes. He laughed nervously but didn’t answer. The glasses on the tray were rattling. ‘Here, let me help with this before they break.’ I took the glasses from the tray and the elevator door opened. He didn’t move. He was too distracted. ‘Er, shall we step out?’ Chris prompted.’Oh! Er.. Sorry! Er..’ Flustered, the boy turned. But the doors were closing. ‘Ah!’ he exclaimed and stabbed at the buttons, missed and hit another floor button. The lift started moving up again. ‘Oh shit! Oh, er, I’m sorry for saying that. Er..’I spoke to him calmly, ‘It’s okay. No harm done. We’ll take the scenic route.’ I smiled to him.The doors opened again and the boy stepped out carrying the tray with champagne and my jacket. As he moved aside he revealed a middle aged couple waiting just outside. I stepped out, smiling at them with a polite ‘good evening.’ The man grinned and chuckled. bahis firmaları The wife scowled and gave him a sharp elbow in the ribs. Chris followed proudly, with a broad grin. ‘Lets take the stairs down,’ I suggested and, turning to the boy, ‘Could you lead the way to 302 please?’ Without another word he hurried to the spiraling, carpeted stairway and started down, pausing on the first landing for me to catch up as I carefully trod down each step in my heels. My 36DDs with hard, aroused nipples were certainly catching his eyes as they swayed and jiggled with each step. The boy scampered down the remaining stairs to pause again to look back with an expression of disbelief. Emerging from the stairs into the third floor lobby we found two young couples waiting for the elevator. I smiled and wished them a ‘good evening’ as I strolled casually past following the boy, Chris trailing behind and chuckling. One of the guys whistled and I turned around, blew him a kiss and provocatively jiggled my boobs for him before continuing down the passageway to the bedrooms. The boy paused outside 302 and Chris stepped forward, unlocking the door. We stepped in but the boy hesitated outside. ‘Come on in,’ I encouraged, ‘we’re thirsty and you have the Champagne!’ He smiled sheepishly and stepped in. Then paused in the doorway, clearly anxious.’Would you take care of the lady’s jacket and pour us a couple of glasses, please?’ prompted Chris, exchanging a knowing look with me. I stepped over to a couch and sat deliberately provocatively with legs splayed wide, one leg over the arm, fully exposing my gaping, wet and puffy-lipped cunt. The boy set the tray down on the table next to me, unable to avoid his eyes straying. He hung my jacket in the wardrobe then returned to the table where I held the two glasses in front of each of my hard, aroused nipples. I was torturing him mercilessly and Chris tutted at me giving me a disapproving look. The boys hands were shaking so much that Chris stepped in to help open the bottle with a loud POP, then handed it back to the boy. I think a fair amount of champagne spilled past each glass as he desperately tried to fill them, the neck of the bottle rattling on each glass with his trembling grip. I thanked him and passed a glass to Chris and we toasted ‘to the night ahead!’ and took a sip.’You’ve been wonderfully helpful,’ began Chris, ‘and we appreciate your maturity and your discretion.’ He reached into his wallet.’I think a generous tip is in order,’ I agreed, then looking at Chris ‘but I’ll take care of this!’I reached over and touched the boy’s obvious trouser bulge. Holding still so as not to scare him I looked into his eyes and simply said ‘May I help you with this?’ His face went beetroot red. ‘If you’d prefer, I’m sure Chris will tip you from his wallet and no more will be said, of course. You’re welcome to go now if that’s what you want.’ I paused. He glanced at the door which had closed behind him then looked back at me sitting in front of him. I looked into his eyes again. ‘Would you like me to help?’ I stroked his trousered bulge teasingly. He gave a tentative nod. Chis laughed loudly and sat back onto the bed. I smiled my friendliest smile and found the zip in the boy’s trousers, pausing, ‘If at any point you don’t feel comfortable just say ‘stop’ and we will. But I think you’ll enjoy this…’I kaçak bahis siteleri slowly pulled his zip down and found his hard cock straining in his boxers. ‘May I..?’ I paused. He nodded again, almost imperceptibly, his breathing hard, sweat beading his forehead. ‘I’m sure you’ve seen blow jobs on those porn site videos you’ve been watching, haven’t you?’ He nodded again. ‘And I’m sure you’ve done that with someone, right?’ He shook his head. ‘Really? A strapping lad like you? And how old are you? Eighteen?”S-s-s-sixteen.”Are you sure?”Almost”Oh my goodness. A ripe little virgin cherry!’ Chris chuckled.I unbuckled the boy’s oversized trousers and let them fall. His legs were trembling as I stroked his hard cock through the thin material of his boxers. It was twitching wonderfully and as I lowered the top of his underwear his modest but beautiful, virgin 5 inches sprang enthusiastically to attention. I looked over to Chris. He had had laid back on the bed, his cock out and was slowly stroking it, watching us. I looked into the boy’s eyes again as I stroked his uncut cock with the lightest touch of my fingers, slowly flexing and moving his foreskin. His mouth was agape and he was shaking. Anticipation? Excitement? I shifted slowly forward on the couch whispering ‘Come closer…’ and pulled his erection a little closer so that he shuffled nearer, gently rubbing the exposed glans on my warm, soft breasts. He gasped and it twitched again. The poor thing was so close… I slowly lifted him up to my mouth and tentatively licked a little bead of pre-cum from the top, sliding the tip of my tongue slowly down to touch the sensitive spot under the glans. He groaned loudly and tipped over the edge, huge splashes of gorgeous, hot, young cum squirting over my face and breasts. Stream after stream gushed from his virgin manhood. Chris cheered and whooped. My cunt gushed again leaving a damp patch on the couch and I shuddered involuntarily.’Oh God! Oh I’m so sorry!’ he gasped, looking horrified.I grinned as the cat with the cream and giggled, ‘Oh God indeed! That was wonderful!’ He looked confused. I used my fingers to scoop up some of the cum from my face and licked them. ‘Hmmmmmm… You taste divine!’ I smiled. ‘Thank you!’The boy hastily pulled up his boxers and trousers, red faced and nervous again but with a fabulous wry smile, perhaps disbelieving what he’d just done. He picked up the drinks tray from the table.’Before you go,’ I held his hand to regain his attention, ‘I don’t want to waste this.’ I pointed to the spray of his cum over my tits. ‘It’s really great nourishment for my skin – keeps it nice and soft and healthy. I’d love it if you would gently rub that in for me.”What?”Rub your cum into my tits please!’ I grinned and laid back on the couch, legs spread so that he could get close. And all credit to that boy – he put the tray down, knelt on the floor in front of me, reached over and used both hands to spread and massage his cum over my tits, paying particular attention to my hard nipples. I gasped loudly as he did that.’Oh my goodness! I’m sorry!”No – you’re doing just fine. God that’s so sexy of you. Thank you.’Chris rose from the bed, his hard-on swaying provocatively, stepping toward the boy. ‘You, sir, are a gentleman and a really good sport. Thank you!’ He held out his hand to shake – with a £20 note tucked between his fingers. The boy thanked us, took the tray and all but ran for the door and left. Chris turned to me. ‘You foxy fucking witch!’ We laughed. ‘He’s going to be wanking himself silly about that for weeks!’…to be continued …

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