Twin Trouble

Literotic asexstories – Twin Trouble by RedLegoDragon,RedLegoDragon
(Or Eric Meets His Match)

[Author’s Notes: If you’re new to my stories this is the part where I tell you the general content and save you angrily clicking through a dozen or so pages and leaving a comment telling me you didn’t like it. In this story two hot blonde twins compete to see who can fuck a guy the best. I’m sure this is a male power fantasy, but I might be a little biassed. There’s plenty of sex in this story (vaginal, oral, anal, and knee..al) and most of it occurs in public spaces (with quite a few onlookers!) Speaking of which, the sex is deliberately silly, hentai-esque nonsense.

If this appeals to you: read on.

If not… why the fuck are you still reading?]

Settling into the plush train seat in the private cabin given to those who could afford to travel by business class, Eric Winters listened to his colleagues banter about various uninteresting (to him) cases that one of the most prestigious law firm in the UK, Hills & Follett, were currently involved in. One of them was his own – a case of claimed embezzlement regarding a corrupt CEO and the pension funds for the eight thousand people in his employ – and Eric knew he should be paying attention to what his attractive Polish boss, Ewa Kowalska, was saying, but the sight of the gently rolling green hills of the Essex countryside speeding past the high-speed train was too captivating.

Plus there was the fact his dick was getting royally sucked right now.

Seriously sucked: Eric knew that Giselle Laurent was a woman soaked in sex – he had an eye for such – but he was seriously impressed by the blonde stunner’s attention to his massive hard cock (almost ten inches in length, and thick enough to force Giselle to almost dislocate her jaw in her effort to keep it sheathed in her tight, moist throat). She had been down there for only fifteen minutes, but Eric was already worried it might be showing on his face how much he was straining to not cum; hence looking out the window with his head propped up against it.

Better he looked disinterested than on the verge of cuming.

“I’m sorry, Eric, are we boring you?”

Eric turned to the camera on his laptop and gave his boss a grin. “Sorry, but the view is fucking beautiful,” he said (not a lie, the train was working its way north past Colchester, towards where Essex bled into Eroshire, and the countryside was lush greens, and vibrant yellows). Meanwhile, beneath the table, Giselle had all nine and half inches of his cock buried deep in her tight throat, and was massaging his organ with her throat contractions as she fondled his large balls between the open zip of his jeans. The feeling was incredible, and Eric was struggling not to let it show on his face – the laptop had 1080p quality on its damn camera, and his face was currently projected on the wall in the main meeting room of H&F’s offices, where Ewa, and seven colleagues were all arranged talking to Eric and the only other person not currently present at the table.

Who spoke up: “It’s just Essex, Eric; nothing special,” Jacob Cook commented. On the screen of Eric’s laptop, beside the view of eight people arranged around a circular table, Jacob seemed to be in his kitchen. His hands kept moving out of sight.

“What are you cooking?” Eric said, genuinely intrigued: it was half-ten in the morning!

Beneath the table Giselle was back to pumping his cock in and out of her throat. Eric stifled a moan as this return to a previous tactic took him by surprise; to cover he shifted his position, his hand bracing his chin as he leaned forward over the laptop.

“It’s barbacoa beef,” Jacob replied. “Entertaining friends tonight.”

“You have friends, Jake?” One of the men seated around the table piped up with that comment – Theodore Miller, one of H&F’s best lawyers and Eric’s competition for biggest slut in the office. “I thought they all disowned you when John barred you from the club.”

Said ‘club’ was the Rigid Pole – one of the most expensive golf clubs in the county. John Follett and his buddies were frequent attendees, as was Jacob up until a few months ago, for reasons that had not been made public, but office gossip had it that Jacob had a very public falling out with his girlfriend; public enough that management (considering all the sordid shit that went down in the offices) had actually taken a stern view of his conduct and ‘encouraged’ Jacob to work from home until further notice.

As well as see a fucking therapist (paid for by the company, of course).

Anyway: this was all office gossip. Nothing was officially stated. Except Jacob’s WFH status.

Giselle started doing something with her tongue on the base of his cock that made Eric stuff a hand over his mouth; trying to look casual as he silenced the moan of pleasure before it could be heard. Jesus, she was good: he might have to cum soon just to compose himself for the meeting if it went on any longer!

“Everything OK, Eric?” Another colleague of his asked: Katherine Hooper made lounging on a soft office swivel chair seem seductive, and she was stroking the pen in her hand in a suggestive manner that was drawing the eyes of quite a few of her male coworkers. Her suit was so tight her breasts were threatening to explode the buttons of her shirt, but the thirty-something brunette didn’t seem to notice (or maybe she had and didn’t care). “You look a little hot under the collar.”

“Thermostat on his train is a little higher than I’m comfortable with,” Eric said, grinning like a madman as Giselle really began going to town on his dick. Shit! He needed to cum soon, but this fucking meeting was still going on!

“Poor you,” Theo said, visibly annoyed that his attempt to rile Jacob had been interrupted by Eric’s pleasurable suffering. “What? They don’t have personal air con in business class?”

“Enough of that,” sighed Grant Morrigan, a heavily-built man in his fifties, with receding grey hair shaved close to a handsome face and chiselled jawline. He was also Ewa’s boss, although it didn’t stop either of them hooking up every other Friday at an exceedingly posh hotel in the old town of Milffe, which Eric’s train would soon be passing through on its way to the coastal city of Coytoss. “Glad to hear how it went this morning, Eric. How’s the witness doing?”

“Oh, she’s doing fine!” Eric forced a smile, as said witness continued to jerk her head back and forth along the length of his meaty cock beneath the table. “Yeah, I’d say she’s handling it pretty well…”

Giselle moaned in agreement as she sucked passionately on Eric’s dick. Using her tongue she caressed both his shaft and the sensitive tip, forcing Eric to clench his teeth and grin like a crazy person out of fear he’d start moaning with pleasure.

“From what I’ve heard you handled everything with the professionalism we expect at the firm,” Grant said, apparently oblivious to the way Eric’s face had frozen, as he tried not to cum as the stunning blonde hidden out of sight of the laptop camera continued her assault on his dick. “We should have a coffee when you’ve settled back in Eroshire. We have a lot to talk about regarding your future here at H&F.”

Those were the words Eric had longed to hear from Grant, but did he have to pick this moment exactly? All Eric could do was smile – a forced smile, at that – and nod, and say “of course,” in his strained trying-not-to-cum-right-in-front-of-my-bosses voice.

Oh this was definitely turning out to be a bad idea, but Giselle had been so turned on by Eric’s suggestion; how could he say no? Especially when this had been their first moment alone, when so much of the past week had been spent in court and in meetings with other H&F staff from the London office. Eric had wanted to get his cock into the stunning blonde the moment they’d been introduced to each other after Eric had arrived in London, and he wasn’t going to be put off even by a Zoom call with the bosses.

Well, Horny Eric was always getting himself into trouble…

“How was London?” Ewa asked, leaning forward on the desk and regarded the camera on the wall of the large office as if she was in the same carriage as Eric, leaning over the table, with her smug smile of apparent knowing, making Eric seriously wonder if she knew what was happening beneath that table right now. Knowing Ewa that wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility: having fucked her himself on more than a few occasions, Eric was quite aware of how soaked the Polish woman was in sex, and how in tune she could be to people getting it on around the offices.

“Great! Real great!” Eric said, feeling his smile becoming painful with how forced it was, as she continued to suck enthusiastically on his meaty pole, taking it balls-deep until his sensitive cock head was buried almost to her stomach. Giselle was also squeezing and kneading his balls as she worked on his dick, churning the cum inside them. Eric was grateful the microphone on the little work laptop wasn’t strong enough to pick up the ex-PA’s muffled moans of pleasure. “Just like Coytoss, only bigger, dirtier, and less strike action!”

That garnered a cheap laugh from everyone, save Jacob, who gave the camera a scowl. Enough of a distraction for Eric to shove a hand under the table to make a motion for Giselle to slow her efforts. To which she responded with even more vigour, forcing Eric to shove his hand over his mouth lest a moan escape and alert everyone on the call to this hidden debauchery.

“Wasn’t that funny,” Jacob muttered, clearly misinterpreting Eric’s action.

“Didn’t spend too much of the company money, I hope?” Grant said, garnering a few laughs.

Eric shook his head, while doing some Kegel exercises to hold off blowing his load in Giselle’s eager mouth and throat. “No sir,” he squeaked. “I respected the company coffers!”

“I admire the attitude, son, but you didn’t have to skimp out on celebratory drinks,” Grant had a wicked grin on his face. “I know London’s fucking expensive but you could have splashed out a little. I hope Miss Laurent was taken care of in a manner befitting the firm?”

“Oh most definitely!” Eric said, hoping Grant wouldn’t hear how unusually high-pitch his voice was right now. Even with the exercises Giselle’s assault on his cock was just too good; he was on the edge of cuming, and this meeting still hadn’t ended! “I’m sure she’s very happy with how the firm has treated her!”

Beneath the table, Giselle moaned her agreement with that statement.

Thankfully the shitty laptop microphone didn’t pick that up; or at least Eric was sure no one on that table heard her (although Jacob did briefly give the camera a curious look as he continued to prepare food off-camera). Eric made another attempt at subtly giving Giselle a hand signal to slow down (which she ignored, of course) as he painfully held his grin as Grant continued to talk about Eric’s future in the firm.

As his boss’s boss continued to talk Eric’s eyes garnered that look of a man trapped between an incredible orgasm and horrific workplace embarrassment; his smile so fixed it was threatening to become permanently seared into his flesh like the fucking Joker.

“I’m expecting great things from you!” Grant said, oblivious to the sordid activity happening off-camera. Then he did the greatest thing that ever happened to Eric: Grant settled back into his chair, a sign that the meeting was coming to an end. “Well… if no one else has anything-”

“Actually I have a question,” Theo suddenly said.

Eric never wanted to jump through a laptop and strangle a man as badly as he did just then. A look must have passed his eyes, mercifully unnoticed by most save Ewa, who smiled and made a motion for Theo to settle down. “Later, Theo,” she purred, giving Eric a frighteningly knowing look. “I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time for that when we all get together in person next week. I think Eric deserves a relaxing ride home.”

Making a mental note to go down on his boss next time he got a chance, and never come back up for air until she’d cum at least five times, Eric attempted a nod: “Gonna catch some shut-eye before I get to Coytoss, I reckon. I’m shattered after these past… mmmm… few weeks!” His voice almost lost its normally deep tone as Giselle began her final assault on his cock, eager for him to fill her mouth with cum.

“You must be in Eroshire by now!” Theo said. “Only a half-hour before you get to the city.”

“Then let’s not keep Eric any longer than we need to,” Ewa said, giving Theo a look. Turning a tanned face back to the camera, she smiled. “Take care, Eric. I’ll see you when you get back to the office.”

Ignoring Theo’s knowing, smug look, Eric gave everyone a quick wave before clicking on the disconnect icon and unleashing a sigh of relief. “Oh thank Christ!” He gasped. Looking down beneath the table, where Giselle was furiously sucking on his cock, Eric grinned. “Are you ready for some cum?”

“Hmmmm!!!” Giselle moaned with the lust of a woman eager to receive her reward for a hard blowjob given.

Slumping back in his seat, Eric dropped all efforts to stave his orgasm and his mouth dropped open in silent pleasure as his cock began to throb; huge loads of hot, thick gunk travelled up the length of his dick, exploding out to coat the inside of Giselle’s mouth. Blast after blast; his whole dick was shaking with the force of his ejaculations.

Looking down Eric smiled smugly as he watched Giselle’s eyes widen as he continued to fill her mouth with his seed. He often wondered what it felt like for his conquests to feel his potent and heavy load slosh around inside their mouths, their vaginas, and even their arses after a good long and lusty fuck. It certainly felt good for Eric: his cock throbbed with wondrous pleasure as each heavy and thick load of virile viscous gunk was pumped up from his heavy balls, up the impressive length of his dick, to explode violently from his urethra all over Giselle’s tonsils, teeth and gums. Each ejaculation sending bursts of pleasure coursing through him, made even the more pleasurable by how long Eric had been holding back on cuming.

“Hmmm… hmmm… hmmm…” Giselle moaned with delight as her cheeks began to bulge: Eric grinned with primal pride as he watched those smooth, tanned cheeks expand as his impressive volume quickly overpowered her ability to swallow it. Any moment now those luscious red lips of her would burst, and his creamy seed would ooze down her chin and onto those gorgeous tits of hers; so invitingly shown off by her tight-fitting shirt.

Yet Giselle surprised him by refusing to let any drop of his cum leak from her tight grip around his dick; Eric watched with awe as her throat moved, visibly gulping down his sperm again and again; keeping up with his cock as it continued to spew large quantities of his cum into her eager mouth; until finally, after what felt like several minutes, Eric felt his cock shudder with one last, powerful ejaculation, to which Giselle’s throat responded with one last loud, visible gulp.

“Fuck!” Eric gasped, practically sinking into the plush business class seat. “I needed that!”

“Hmmm… I could tell…” Giselle purred, licking her lips as she clambered out from under the table to collapse on the seat beside him. Thick strands of Eric’s cum still linked her teeth: a sight that captivated Eric as he watched her slowly lick her teeth clean of his cum. Giselle’s bright blue eyes regarded him with obvious amusement, and she definitely made a show of moving her pink tongue around the inside of her open mouth for him. “Fuck… you’ve got some great-tasting cum, Eric! I’ve given a lot of guys head, many of them to get where I am… but I’d love to spend a day sucking your big dick!”

Eric raised an eyebrow. “Look, I know we did good in court but you don’t have to butter me up that badly…”

Giselle shrugged, grinning. “Fine, if you don’t believe me,” she said, regarding him with some amusement, “but seriously: I’ve never encountered a guy who can cum as much as you can! How the fuck do you have so much left in those balls? I mean I heard you fuck Stacey this morning before we left the hotel!”

Stacey Alderman was Eric’s counterpart in the London branch: she and Eric enjoyed a friendly rivalry, where they often tried to one-up each other both in court and in the bedroom. Eric had emptied his balls into her several times that morning, promising the fiery redhead that the next time they met he would be her boss. Stacey had laughed, pinned him to the bed, and ridden him so hard Eric genuinely believed his dick had exploded when he came up into her.

With the memories of that hot, sweaty morning romp still fresh in his mind, Eric couldn’t help but grin madly as he attempted to look nonplussed at Giselle’s incredulous expression. “That’s nothing compared to how much I cum when I fuck,” he said, a fact Stacey already knew, but that Giselle had yet to discover for herself. Glancing at his phone, Eric looked back at the hot blonde and smirked: “we’ve got a half-hour before we get to Coytoss…”

Giselle needed no further encouragement: with her blue eyes glowing with sexual hunger, she straddled Eric’s lap, reached under her skirt, and shifted her thong aside; her other hand guiding his massive dick into her as she lowered herself down.

Like any good Eroshire lad, Eric rarely got sore after the first cum. Or the second. Or third…

The moment his cock head pushed against her vagina Giselle moaned: “Oh fuck… oh you’re so fucking big…” Her eyes closed as she used her body weight to push him up into her. “Fuck… how are you so big?”

“They make ’em big in Eroshire,” Eric said proudly, emphasising his accent a little to hammer in the point. “Guess they make pussies real tight in Burgundy!”

“Oh… tres vrai, my dear,” Giselle purred, opening one eye to regard him with a proud look. “So let me show you how a tight French pussy can rock an English cock!”

What unfolded over the course of the next thirty minutes was an intense education for Eric, as he held tightly onto Giselle’s thighs as the woman pounded her ass onto his lap repeatedly, and with incredibly fury, power and skill; her body twisting and flexing in ways that saw Eric gasp as his cock was squeezed, twisted, sucked and gripped from all manner of directions. If trying not to cum while on the Zoom call to his bosses had been difficult, then holding back from blowing his thick loads up into Giselle before he heard the driver’s announcement that the train was soon to arrive in Coytoss Central Gate station was almost fucking impossible.

“Holy shit! You can fuck, girl!” Eric said, grinning despite the sweat dripping down his face, as his hands squeezed her thighs through the thin skirt. His cock was slamming up into her cervix each time she pounded her ass cheeks onto his thighs; the meeting of his sensitive head against the entrance to her womb sending shivers of excitement coursing through him.

Eric loved to fuck, and he loved to fuck bareback: only three times in his sexual career had Eric used condoms, and each time the plastic had ended up splitting open with the sheer amount of cum he produced (much to the frustration of the women who had insisted he wear protection). Right now he couldn’t think of a better way to pass the time travelling in business class back into Eroshire than having a hot French blonde ride his cock until he filled her with his seed, just after pumping a heavy load down her throat!

“Ohhh… oh I’m good when I have something HARD to work with!” Giselle moaned as she rode his massive dick. She was loving the way Eric felt as his pole pistoned up deep inside her – much deeper than most of the guys she had been fucking recently. Her sex life had been dull ever since she’d blown the whistle on her boss’s scandalous activities (endless meetings with lawyers didn’t offer much time for sex, unlike her previous office job), and she had spent the last week curious about how good this tall, pale, toned guy from the eastern part of the UK could be in bed. Now she had her answer.

(OK, so they weren’t technically ‘in bed’, but they were still fucking!)

“You like this cock?” Eric said, loving the way her blonde hair was sticking to her thin face; her skin now dripping with sweat as she frantically bucked her hips, using her muscular thighs to aid her furious assault on his dick. “Like how it feels fucking your pussy?”

“Fuck yes!” Giselle moaned as she bounced on his lap. “God! I’ve wanted this dick so much! All I could think about in trial was feeling your big, hard dick in me… oh… making me CUM… make me CUM, Eric… cum with me… fill me with your seed while I cum all over your big, hard cock!”

That was the plan: Eric grinned savagely as he helped her land hard on his dick. Feeling the tip slam up against her cervix over and over, feeling the shock of that impact send shivers of intense pleasure coursing through the length of his impressive organ.

After all this time, watching her talk to lawyer after lawyer, in the meeting rooms of H&F, and in the baroque halls of the Old Bailey, Eric had thought of nothing except flooding this stunner’s pussy and womb with his thick, virile cum.

(OK, to be fair Eric also devoted a great deal of thought to the trial: he *is* a good lawyer, after all!)

“Is it what you imagined?” Giselle said, eyeing him slyly as she rode him hard; as if she could read his mind, and all the sordid thoughts currently going on inside. “Is my pussy all that you’d hoped?”

“More!” Eric said, grinning madly as he helped her land hard on his dick. They couldn’t have been fucking for more than ten minutes now, but his balls were already painful with all the thick cum this lusty fuck had stirred up inside. “You’re good… you’re REAL good!”

“Hmmm…” Giselle purred, looking pleased with herself as she bounced frantically. Taking his massive length hard each time she slammed her ass down onto his thighs. “I don’t think you’re appreciating how lucky you are to have a girl like me take your big, thick, HARD cock without a condom! I don’t let any man fill my womb with his cum, you know?”

“I’m sure you have standards,” Eric said, grinning. “I’m honoured to be a notch on your belt.”

“Hmmm…” Giselle said. Suddenly she hooked her fingers between his shirt buttons and tore his shirt open; her eyes widening as she beheld his muscular, pale chest. Her fingers delicately traced the contours of his abs, as she continued her frantic pace on his cock. “Well… someone’s taking care of themselves…”

“I’m glad you approve.”

“I do,” she said. Her eyes giving away how much lust she had for this man’s body; her pussy a flutter as she caressed his abs with her hands. Reluctantly taking her hands off of his chest, she found her own shirt and pulled it open, revealing that, as Eric had noticed the first time he had met the woman, Giselle didn’t wear a bra; her large tits hung free, and now bounced frantically as she rode him. “I know what you want… you want to feel my tits… don’t you… feel them…” She leaned forward, pressing her tits against his bare chest. She moaned as she felt their skin touch, and Eric gasped with how good it felt to have her tits pressing against his chest. Those gorgeous tits that he had glanced at so often whenever they were in one of H&F’s rooms together, talking strategy regarding her upcoming court appearances.

For the last few weeks Giselle had worn the tightest of outfits, and it had taken every ounce of Eric’s professionalism to keep a cool head whenever she was in the room. Now she was riding his cock in a private business class cabin on a high-speed train back to Eroshire, and Eric was eager to fill this French blonde stunner’s tight-as-fuck pussy with his heavy loads.

“Oh fuck!” She moaned into his ear as she hugged him tightly to her; feeling his hard pecs rub against her sensitive nipples as a cock harder than any cock she had ever taken before plunged up deep into her. Eric was not the longest cock she had ever fucked, but he was definitely harder than any other man by far, and his girth and rigidity was spreading her pussy wide open, and his spongey cock head was slamming against cervix, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her whole body each time she dropped onto his lap. “Fuck, Eric! You’re so fucking hard! So hard! So fucking GOOD! Oh fuck… we should have done this ages ago!”

“Fuck yes!” Eric moaned. The feeling of her sweaty tits rubbing against his chest was sending rolling waves of pleasure through his chest, as his cock struggled against his need to cum as all of his considerable length plunged deep up into her over and over. “Oh, we should definitely have done this earlier! We should have fucked in the office!”

Giselle moaned as she undoubtedly thought about taking Eric’s dick in the H&F offices. Such a hot thought – bending her over the large table they conducted strategy meetings around – almost sent Eric over the edge; he clawed himself back from cuming, despite how good her pussy felt as his cock pistoned up deep inside her, and how good her large tits felt pressing hard against his sweaty chest.

“Hmmm… so good and hard…” Giselle gasped, her lips touching his as their mouths formed an open circle; their upper and lower lips connected; their tongues slashing in the gap between like fencers practising their sport. Slapping against each other, leaving trails of saliva that existed as bridges for a brief second before snapping.

As the countryside slowly shifted from one county to another, the pair fucked like ruthlessly on the seat; Giselle bouncing hard on Eric’s dick; their tongues slashing as they moaned loudly into each other’s mouth. His pale skin was soaked in sweat, while her tanned skin also dripped with the sweat their furious fucking was producing. Her large tits rolled against his chest as her body slammed up and down on his lap. Her fingers entwined his black hair around her tanned skin, as she held his head close to hers as their mouths tried to swallow each other.

“Now arriving at Coytoss Central,” the automated announcer declared.

Just in time: “Oh God, I’m gonna cum!” Eric moaned. He had no idea how long they had been fucking, but his balls were painful with all the cum churned up inside them, and he was eager to blast his seed into her womb.

“So am I!” Giselle gasped as she bounced frantically. “Cum with me! Cum with me, Eric!”

He nodded; his hair sticking to his sweaty face. “You ready for my cum, Giselle?”

“God yes! Fill me up! Knock me up with your hot English cum!”

What more invitation does a man need? Grabbing her shoulders, Eric pressed Giselle down on his lap, plunging his dick right up into her until his tip pressed hard against her cervix, just as he felt his balls contract and a huge load travel up the length of his dick. The whole organ throbbed as massive quantities of hot liquid was forced up to explode right against her cervix; Giselle had thrown back her head and was screaming with pleasure as he unloaded load after sperm-filled load into her pussy and womb.

“FUCK!” Eric gasped as he came hard for the second time this journey. True to his word, Eric came more than when Giselle had blown him: his cock pumped load after load until it felt to him that he’d never stop; all the while Giselle held his head and looked at him with wide open eyes; a powerful orgasm silencing her; kept high by the huge amount of hot, viscous gunk sloshing over the insides of her pussy. Eric felt his cum squirt out and ooze down his balls, no doubt covering the seat with his thick gunk. “Jesus!”

“You’re cuming so much!” Giselle gasped, finally finding her voice after almost a solid minute of mouth-open orgasmic bliss. “How can you cum so much?”

“Told you I cum more when I fuck!” Eric grinned savagely as he pumped one final load of thick gunk up into her fertile womb. “I hope you’re on birth control!”

“And if I’m not?” She replied, a mischievous glint in her eye as she regarded him.

“Would you keep it?” Eric said. His chest rising and falling heavily as he recovered from one of the best orgasms of his life. Holy shit, but this woman could RIDE!

“Maybe,” she said, shakily climbing off of him to inspect the damage. “Holy shit! I’m soaked in cum!” Giselle gestured at her long, toned and tanned legs; thick globs of his gunk were oozing a slow path down her skin. Lifting her skirt she gestured at her shaved pussy, now almost unseen beneath layers of creamy liquid, which oozed large drops onto the floor. “What the fuck?!?”

Eric shrugged.

With an incredulous laugh, Giselle dropped her skirt. “Well you did warn me,” she said. “Next time I’ll be more prepared.” She looked at him as she buttoned her shirt back up, her eyes filled with lust for the virile lawyer. “Maybe I’ll let you fill my ass instead.”

“So there’ll be a next time?” Eric said as he sorted himself out. It wasn’t easy to turn off the lust with Giselle still hot and sweaty in the room with him, but his awesome dick control was seeing his nine inch plus monster soften to something that would cooperate in being shoved back into a pair of boxers. “I thought you’d be wanting to put all this behind you with your court appearance finally over?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate all the work you and your firm have done for me, but I’m not sad to put H&F behind me,” she said, fluffing up her hair, which had become somewhat matted with all the sweat. “I want to start a new chapter of my life… but nothing says we can’t meet up on occasion for another fuck or two… or three…” She smirked. “Maybe we can fuck all day, if you can keep up.”

“Oh I can keep up, for sure,” Eric said proudly. “I’d love to continue this today, but I promised a friend I’ll make it round his place for dinner tonight. Maybe tomorrow?”

She shook her head. “I am going to be very busy finding new work,” she said. “As attractive as your cock is, Eric, I should be a good girl and get my life back on track now that H&F have done their part.” Referring to Giselle escaping the wrath of her former employer for her part in his downfall. “We’ll just have to enjoy our next sexual collision some other time.”

Feeling the train come to a stop, Eric glanced out of the window to see the familiar cavernous interior of Coytoss Central; baroque concrete pillars in that cold brutalist style curving upwards to support a glass ceiling through which a perfectly average overcast UK sky lazily drifted past. A train was parked on the platform opposite, preventing Eric from seeing any others: though from memory there were at least a dozen other platforms servicing the high-speed links to other parts of the UK, Scotland and even Wales.

“Some other time,” Eric said; looking back at Giselle he took a moment to feast his eyes on her five feet and seven inches of French-born blonde hotness. “You were fucking great on the stand. Slid that knife in deep and twisted the handle. Don’t think Rookwood’s gonna financially recover from this.”

“As much as it gives me a great deal of pleasure to imagine that smug bastard sweating under the collar,” Giselle said as she sorted out her handbag, coat and travel case, “I’m just happy that everyone won’t lose their pensions so Adam Rookwood can buy a fifth boat from some dickless Russian oligarch.” She nodded at the mess slowly dribbling down the seat. “You made quite the mess there.”

“You mean WE made a mess,” Eric said. “Don’t act like that tight pussy of yours didn’t churn a fuckload of cum in my balls.”

Giselle smiled proudly. “Your balls are fucking cum factories,” she said though, “don’t drag me into your mess.” She gestured at the cum-covered seats.

“Hmmm… I think we should make a hasty exit before anyone from TFE sees this,” Eric said, a comment referring to the government-funded Transport For Eroshire – wholly responsible for both the many successes and failures of the county’s public transport system.

Giselle’s melodious laugh was enough agreement, and together they headed out of the private cabin and onto the platform with everyone else alighting from the train. As Giselle would not be leaving Coytoss – having a hotel room already booked for her and paid by H&F – they parted with a very formal handshake that gave no bystander any indication that the two adults had just had a very messy sexual encounter on the train earlier.

It was just as well as Eric had barely taken eight steps after parting from Giselle before he saw a very familiar – and disgustingly handsome – face amongst the crowd, who smiled when he saw that he had been noticed.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Eric said as he walked up to his friend, “have you actually gotten more handsome in the past few weeks?”

Mark Kent, fellow lawyer at H&F, shrugged while wearing a very punchable smile. “Maybe,” he said. His voice was that perfect blend of BBC English that made you trust everything he said; a great skill to have as a lawyer, and one Mark often used to devastating effect in court.

“There truly is no justice in this world,” Eric said, with a theatrical sigh, before pulling Mark in for a back-slapping hug. “Good to be back – London’s a shithole, mate.”

“You should try Manchester sometime,” Mark said. “Heard it all went well. Was hoping to say hi to Giselle but I seem to have missed her.”

“You’re married.”

“A guy can look,” Mark said, smiling. “Come on: it’s ten pounds an hour parking around here.”

“You drove?”

Mark shrugged. “I like taking the girl out for a spin occasionally.”

Said ‘girl’ was Mark’s red Porsche; a beauty of a car that tackled the A69 like a dream, and Eric was soon sinking into the plush cream seat as he listened to his revoltingly attractive friend talk about work, hobbies, and how he and his wife had still not conceived despite almost a year now of trying.

“Mate, don’t sweat it,” Eric said, when it seemed Mark was becoming despondent. “My parents were fucking like rabbits for years before they had me. Almost gave up. My sister was a surprise to them both. Then they had Erith and they were both like ‘what the fuck?!?'”

While maintaining perfect attention on the road, Mark frowned in confusion. “Wait… you have TWO sisters? Why the fuck am I just hearing about this?”

“What? I’m sure I’ve mentioned Erith before?”

“No! You only ever talk about Erin!” Mark said. “I’m feeling hurt, Eric: I’ve told you everything about me, and I’m just finding out you have a secret second younger sister!”

[Author’s Note: It’s like everyone’s family tree is being made up as I go along…]

“So are you not on speaking terms with Erith as well?” Mark said, grinning devilishly.

“God no: she never shuts the fuck up,” Eric muttered. “She’s always spamming my phone with these idiots she follows on TikTok.”

“How old is she?”

“Almost eighteen.”

“Eric… no offence to your parents, but can I just say…?”

“I know: Eric, Erin and Erith,” Eric said, with a loud, theatrical sigh. “My parents really had no imagination. I swear if they spent less time doing drugs and fucking… It’s a miracle the three of us have turned out as level-headed as we are. See?” Eric slapped his friend on the arm (but not too hard; Mark was driving, after all). “Easy stuff this parenting. You’ll do fine!”

Mark just smiled.

*****

“You’re still not talking to your sister?” Alexa Matthews-Kent, Mark’s attractive blonde wife of over a year now, said as she handed Eric a steaming mug of coffee.

The three of them were sitting around a cloth-covered garden table on the immaculately kept patio of Mark and Alexa’s three bedroom house, deep in the heart of Petty Moore; a town some eighteen miles south of Coytoss on the UK’s east coast. By fluke Mark and his new wife bought a house literally just down the street from the smaller two-bedroom affair Eric had taken out quite a hefty (but affordable on his H&F salary) mortgage for. Eric enjoyed visiting his friend and his friend’s incredibly hot six-foot stunner of a wife for coffee (the fact he quite often hopped the tall fence to enjoy a few rounds with Mark’s equally attractive neighbour, Sophie, was by-the-by).

Slouching on the wicker chair, Eric shrugged in a manner which he hoped was nonchalant. “I’ll be happy to, if she apologises,” he said, annoyed at having to repeat this after explaining to Mark in the car ride from Coytoss why he still wasn’t on speaking terms with Erin.

“You sound like me and Kyle,” Alexa said, referring to her younger brother.

“Babe, you spoke to your brother yesterday,” Mark said, though not unkindly.

“We *argued* yesterday,” Alexa clarified with a smile. “I wouldn’t call what we did ‘speaking’.”

“Please tell me more,” Eric said. “I enjoy listening to other sibling problems.”

Alexa sighed, rolling her eyes. “Kyle’s just being a little bitch,” she said. “Something about this girl he fancies at uni; I’ll be honest I don’t listen to him much when he’s in one of his moods. The last time he was like this it was after some American girl fucked him and did a runner.”

“Back to the States, no less,” Mark clarified.

Eric whistled. “Yeah I’d get pissed if someone decided they needed an ocean between them and me,” he said.

“No, they just attack you with a chainsaw,” Mark said, unable (or unwilling to) hide the smile on his face.

Alexa choked on her coffee. “What the fuck?!?”

“Another time,” Eric said, giving Mark a look. “Anyhow, how’s the nightclub going?”

“No, wait! You can’t leave me hanging with that!” Alexa said. “What the fuck is this about a girl attacking you with a fucking CHAINSAW?!?”

“Ah… fuck… this is your fault, Mark,” Eric said, waving for his friend to pick up the story.

Mark did with obvious relish: “So a couple of years back Eric was in a relationship with Erin’s best friend-”

“At the time,” Eric clarified.

“-best friend at the time; Frankie Gluttenburg,” Mark said. “Now we both know that our dear Eric here is a – not to put too fine a point on it – massive manwhore, but he didn’t want to hurt his sister, who adored Frankie, and so tried his best to keep his cheating secret from both sister and best friend.”

“I’m guessing you slipped up,” Alexa said, clearly enjoying this story (Eric suspected that, as a massive whore herself, she was relating to this unfolding story of cheating comeuppance.)

Eric nodded. “Yup… Frankie found out I was fucking her mother.”

“Damn!” Alexa said, in a tone of voice that suggested she found that quite hot.

“And her other mother,” Eric said. “And her sister. And her grandmother. And her teacher.”

Alexa regarded Eric with mouth-open-silent-approval.

“Weren’t you also fucking Frankie’s dentist?” Mark said.

“Yes, but I don’t see how that’s relevant,” Eric said. “Anyhow: Frankie finds out. At this point I feel it’s important to mention that Frankie was studying art; specifically wood sculpting.” Taking a deep breath and grimacing hard, he clarified: “specifically sculpting wood with a chainsaw.”

“This motherfucker gets chased down the street Frankie lives on with her waving the chainsaw like a fucking Resident Evil boss,” Mark said, struggling not to laugh.

“Please tell me this is on the Internet,” Alexa said, looking from one man to the other with her face lit up in glee.

As if he’d already queued it up, Mark leans forward to show his wife his phone. Eric makes no effort to see what’s on the screen: he recognises the screams playing as his own.

“Holy fucking shit!” Alexa said, cackling madly. “Hell hath no fury like an art student scorned!”

“Luckily the police apprehended Frankie before she could do any major damage,” Mark said.

“Which helped you get her off with just community service!” Eric said.

“Babe, one of your clients was a girl who tried to kill Eric with a chainsaw?”

“There was no proof she actually intended to cause harm with it,” Mark said like a lawyer. “At any rate Eric was emptying his balls into her two days after I finished my case.”

“Eric, didn’t your father ever tell you not to stick your dick in crazy?” Alexa said.

“My dad told me to always stick my dick in crazy for the best sex. He learnt from experience; it’s how I was born.” Eric said. “Besides, the sex has been amazing now Frankie loathes me.”

“I take it Erin didn’t take this well?” Alexa said.

“No,” Eric said, shaking his head. “My sister took it worse than Frankie. She’s never liked my life choices regarding my relationships – she’s only ever had one boyfriend her whole life. Guess Frankie was the straw that broke the camel’s back. She’s refused to talk to me since.”

Alexa regarded Eric over the rim of her own mug of coffee, and Eric wondered what was going on behind those bright blue eyes of hers. He had never entirely warmed to Alexa – nothing to do with the number of times they had fucked behind Mark’s back while she had been dating Eric’s friend, but more because she reminded Eric of himself: you could never truly trust a cheater.

Not like Mark: that guy was honest personified. There wasn’t a deceptive bone in his body.

*****

Arriving back at his house a few hours later, with the sun now beginning to set behind the cosy rooftops of Petty Moore, Eric was alarmed to find the lights on in his house: he had definitely not turned any of them on when dropping his stuff off before following Mark back to the Kent’s abode. With phone in hand, ready to call 999, Eric was relieved to find a familiar girl stuffing her face with snacks in his kitchen.

“Fucking finally,” Xanthe Allthrop said, a packet of salt and vinegar crisps in hand. A tall girl at five feet and nine inches, the eighteen-year-old brunette lived next door with her parents, when she wasn’t spending her time round Eric’s, enjoying herself with his cock.

“Jesus, Xanthe,” Eric muttered, placing his phone on the counter. “How did you get in?”

“Left the back door unlocked,” she said, jerking her thumb at the kitchen conservatory door.

“Shit… was that unlocked while I was in London?”

“Yeah,” she said, crunching up the empty packet. “Don’t worry. I looked after the place. Might want to replace your beer, though. We drank the last ones yesterday.”

“You cheeky little shits,” Eric said with a bemused expression. “I’m guessing Ty was with you.”

Ty was Xanthe’s boyfriend, who she had a rocky relationship with. The guy was taller than Eric by several inches, but according to Xanthe had a much shorter cock; and like most guys with few inches on their dick compensated with ego and anger issues.

“Where’s the asshole tonight?” Eric said.

“He blew me off to watch the game with his mates,” Xanthe said.

Eric smiled, knowing where this was going. “Want me to make him jealous?”

In answer Xanthe unbuttoned her jeans, and shimmied out of them with a dancer’s grace; Eric tossed aside his own jeans as he approached her. Pinning her against the counter, he kissed the hot teen on the lips, feeling her tongue meet his as they moaned loudly.

Every time Xanthe and Ty argued it always led to Xanthe coming over Eric’s for a fuck or two (or sometimes more). She loved to rile her boyfriend up by cheating on him; Ty would drop it all to come round Xanthe’s and reassert his dominance, and Xanthe claimed the angry sex with him was the best she had.

Eric had no problem with this horny brunette using him to rile up her boyfriend for some truly epic hate-fucking later tonight. His cock was balls-deep in her in minutes, and not long after that Xanthe was leaning against the kitchen counter moaning loudly as Eric pounded her teen pussy with his massive cock.

This was the third woman today! Eric loved days when it was almost back-to-back sex with one or more partners, and marking his return to the sordid soil of Eroshire with bareback sex with a girl eight years younger than him was just being an Eroshite through-and-through.

Xanthe pulled her t-shirt over her head as Eric unbuttoned his shirt and flung it aside. Her tits smashed against his chest as Eric locked lips with her. His cock a piston of hot meat plunging in her tight pussy without any condom; Xanthe claimed to be on the pill, but honestly Eric couldn’t care less. Xanthe was smart enough to deal with the consequences of her actions: all Eric wanted to do was pump his loads into her warm cunt.

After a few minutes he felt Xanthe’s arm rest on his shoulder, and Eric turned around to smile at her camera as she took a few shots of their sex act. “Make sure to get my best side,” he said.

“I always do,” Xanthe said. “He hates you.”

“Can’t imagine why,” Eric said, feigning hurt. “I’m just making sure his loyal girlfriend is given the fucking she deserves. Not my fault if he’s not got the cock to make you cum.”

“Oh he does… he just needs a little… persuasion…”

Eric was doubtful that sex with an angry Ty – fuelled by knowledge of his girlfriend’s infidelity – was really that good, but he trusted Xanthe to know what felt best for her vagina, so he kept his cock pumping hard and fast; remembering how she liked him to angle his approach, and before long Xanthe had her head back, spilling her long dark hair all over the fake marble counter, her mouth open as she moaned with pleasure.

“OH FUCK YES! RIGHT THERE!” She moaned loudly. “LIKE THAT! FUCK ME GOOD!”

Eric loved how responsive the teen was to his actions: Xanthe was very much the easy lay, and she came hard three times before he finally began blowing his load into her. His cock throbbed as hot gunk exploded out to slosh around inside her. He gave her several thick loads before Eric pulled his cock out and held it; firing thick jets all over her shaved pussy. Thick white gunk was sent splashing over her toned stomach, and dripping all over her thighs, as Eric’s cock fired jets of his virile cum all over the eighteen-year-old’s toned groin.

When he finally finished cuming (long after Xanthe had), her pussy was practically dripping in his cum; thick globs landing on the kitchen floor by her feet.

“God, Eric! I look like I’ve just had a gang-bang with fourteen guys!” Xanthe said, still stunned by how much he could cum despite fucking him many times by now. She aimed the camera at all the mess. “And… snap! Now to click send… done!” She gave Eric a smug look. “Five… four…”

Her phone rang before she finished.

“Hey babe… you got my pics!” Xanthe said cheerfully, walking away from Eric as her boyfriend could be heard screaming down the phone. “Babe… I told you I was horny tonight… it’s not my fault you put the football before my needs… you’ll be round soon? I’ll be waiting babe… oh I’m sure you’re gonna make me cum harder than Eric does…” She gave Eric a wink. “Oh yes babe… you’re so much the man for me…”

When she hung up Eric leaned back against the counter, his cock still hard and oozing cum all over the floor. “I don’t get your man, Xanthe.”

“It works for me,” she said. “Thanks for the sex, homie: until next time!”

Eric watched her gather up her clothes and hurry out the back door, slipping through a loose panel on the fence back into her parent’s garden. He imagined she would be rushing upstairs to her room, eagerly awaiting the arrival of her angry boyfriend. Eric wondered what Xanthe’s two mums made of their daughter’s strange sex life. Did they know their daughter frequently slipped next door to fuck the handsome bachelor?

Oh, whatever: Eric had just had a great day full of sex. He wasn’t going to complain or try and analyse anyone’s psychology.

His phone warbled.

Looking at the screen, Eric saw a WhatsApp from someone he never expected to reach out to him. Especially after what she last said to him.

>HEY, NEED TO TALK

It was late, though. Eric decided to decide whether to answer his sister’s message tomorrow.

*****

“What’s got you all frowning like that?”

Eric looked up from his phone to regard the sexy blonde barmaid. Rhian Carter had only been working at the Paradiso Costiero for a year or so, but she had already become an essential part of the nightclub; Eric loved to talk to the feisty American whenever she was working (and when she agreed to fuck him). “Just my sister,” he said.

It had been almost a week now, and Eric hadn’t replied to any of Erin’s messages. She had sent a few; all of them vague requests to talk to him, just like the first. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to reconnect with his sister – Eric missed talking to her – but a sense of pride held his hand from reaching out to her: she hadn’t, after all, apologised for all the things she had said to him.

Oh, sure: he probably deserved most of it. He HAD been cheating on her best friend, after all, but the truth did indeed hurt, and hurt most of all when delivered by someone he had been so close to growing up. It was a stupid, petty thing, but Eric wanted to hear his sister apologise for what she said, and with none of her WhatsApp messages containing a semblance of an apology Eric had sat on them one day after another, and now here he was, sitting at the bar in one of the nicest nightclubs in Coytoss (although he might consider the Paradiso Costiero as such because his friend’s wife ran it) staring at his sister’s messages as if the next one would contain the exact sequence of words to snap him out of his stubborn stupor.

“How is Erin?”

Eric shrugged.

“Still not talking to her, hey?” Rhian said. She was cleaning a pint glass (even nightclubs could serve drinks in pints, so long as their clientele knew their limits – Alexa was notoriously strict on anything causing a ruckus in her house) right in front of him; despite the packed club few people were sitting at the bar; it was a Saturday night, and that meant a live band. Tonight was the turn of the Marathon Sex Bunnies, an all-female rock band; Eroshire-born and raised, all of them.

Eric shrugged again.

“You know you’re being an ass?” Rhian said, jerking her head to toss her blonde fringe from a pair of grey-green eyes that peered at Eric with obvious judgement through her thick glasses (an infrequent wearer: the short-sighted Rhian usually preferred to wear contacts, but her eyes had been itching that morning, perhaps something to do with the pillow of the guy she had fucked a few times the previous evening, and Rhian had spent the whole day wondering if she was mildly allergic to memory foam).

“I’m normally being an ass,” Eric said, displaying a rare moment of self-awareness: something not common to the Winters. “Tell me something that’s new… like…” He looked at her while his palm supported his head on the polished marble surface of the bar. A sly grin crept across those pale features of his.

Rhian too was smiling: “You want to take your guess so early in the evening? Not going to let a few drinks cool those brain cells of yours first?”

“I’m feeling lucky,” Eric said. “I think I have it.”

“Oh… he thinks he has it… OK then… let’s hear it…”

Eric snapped the fingers of the hand previously supporting his head. “San Francisco!”

“Nope.”

“MOTHERFUCKER!” Eric yelled, slamming his fist on the bar; causing the few people sitting along its generous length of seven metres to look at him in amusement. “Seriously?!?”

In answer Rhian slowly walked away, giving him the most smug of smug smiles.

“Damn…” Eric muttered. Noticing that his outburst had caught the attention of the blonde on his right – two empty seats between them – he switched on the charm and gave her a smile. “Not my night, apparently.”

She returned that smile: her long, tanned face suddenly blossoming with a beauty that stirred Eric’s loins. “Apparently… So what was that all about?” She said, her accent delightfully posh, in a ‘BBC English’ kind of way; Eric wondered where she was from, and what expensive private school she had gone to. Sitting it was hard for him to judge how tall she was, but her long, bare legs – skin smooth and tanned – seemed to go on for fucking ever, as did her blonde hair; spilling out all over the bar as she lazily supported her head to regard him. She wore a dress of the most sultry black that seemed to hug her curves like a drowning man hugged a liferaft; it certainly did push those large tits of hers up even higher, giving Eric a great sight of some tanned cleavage.

Not a single tattoo either, which was unusual for an Eroshire chick.

But then she didn’t sound like an Eroshire chick… someone from out of town?

“Ah… so Rhian and I have this little game,” Eric explained, pretending to be embarrassed. “She was born in Albany, New York, but her parents moved to a big city when she was a few years old. Apparently something big happened a few years back – some wedding, although she’s a little bit sketchy about whether it was hers or a friend’s. It was so bad Rhian ran halfway across the world to this fair wondrous city to avoid it.”

“That’s a little drastic… what happened?”

“Dunno: Rhian won’t talk about it,” Eric said. That was true: the blonde barmaid refused to tell anyone what had happened in her past to cause her to move to the UK. “She won’t mention the city either. But she will let me guess. Only I get one guess each evening.”

“How cute. What number guess was that?”

“Seventeen,” Eric admitted. “She took pity on me a few weeks back and let slip it’s on the coast, though she hasn’t said whether east or west. Although I’m sure it starts with an ‘S’.”

“Oh? Why are you so sure about that?”

“Caught her about to tell someone the name, but she saw me and cut herself off,” Eric said. “It definitely started with an ‘S’.” He sat straight, sighing. “I was so sure it was San Francisco.”

“You only get one guess each evening?”

He nodded. “Those are the rules.”

“What happens if you guess right?”

Looking at her, Eric grinned. “Rhian will let me fuck her in the ass.”

The woman laughed: it was a magical, melodious laughter that reminded Eric of Giselle, and a surge of lust caused his cock to strain against his jeans. “I love that!” She said; her blue eyes were glittering in the lights of the nightclub. “I admire a girl who keeps her most precious hole under a lock and key.”

“Most precious?” Eric said. As he spoke the band on the stage changed to a much louder song than the one they had been playing, and he used their new noise level as an excuse to shift to one of the empty seats between him and her – leaving one empty seat between them now. “What hole would be the least?”

“The mouth,” she said immediately, placing a finger on her full red lips.

“Why the mouth?” Eric said. He was enjoying the energy this woman gave off: he had come to the bar alone tonight hoping to score (and if not with a fellow customer then a barmaid). This hot blonde piece of ass was looking promising.

If only he knew what was to cum tonight…

“A blowjob is an easy thing to give,” she said. “A girl can suck a cock that means nothing to her, but to let a guy fuck her in the vag… that’s for someone she wants to please her. Make her CUM.” The woman said the word with such a dirty glint in her eye that Eric almost did himself. Oh he just HAD to get his dick in this woman’s vag tonight! “Woe to he who doesn’t… but her ass… oh, her ass is a precious thing… it’s not for anyone but a man she KNOWS will please her… Not all women cum from anal, you know… so it’s something we give to a man entirely for his pleasure, knowing that he will give back tenfold.”

There was something about her that told Eric this woman would have no hesitation answering a question so vulgar: “So how many guys have you given for his pleasure?”

“One,” she said immediately, her blue eyes flashing with glee. “Are you looking to be number two?”

“Definitely.”

“Hmmm…” She moved one seat closer. Now she was sitting right next to him. Eric could smell the perfume she was wearing – strawberries and something else that he couldn’t identify. “That’s not something I can give freely, even if you are quite cute.”

“Cute?” Eric feigned offence. “And here I am considering myself to be ruggedly handsome.”

“Hmmm… to be ‘rugged’ you would need to be less kempt than you are,” she said, tracing her finger along the contour of his chin as she spoke; her skin soft and warm against his as it passed over his shaven face. “A little stubble maybe…”

“Not a fan,” Eric said confidently. “I prefer to be cleanly shaven.”

“Just on the face?” Her eyes invited a specific answer.

“No,” Eric said, and those eyes of hers widened with obvious hunger. God, he wanted to pound this sexy piece of ass silly right now, but it was also fun flirting with her. Besides: “I didn’t catch your name.”

“I didn’t give it.”

“I can give you mine.”

She paused, as if weighing whether to keep this affair anonymous. Then: “Sheila.”

“Eric.”

“Hmm…”

“What?” He said, smiling at her bemused expression. “Don’t I look like an Eric?”

“No.”

“What does an Eric look like?”

“Not as hot as you, that’s for sure,” Sheila said.

“Didn’t figure a Sheila to sound as English as you,” Eric said.

“Sorry ’bout that,” she said, switching to an Australian accent. “I only sound like a posh bitch to get the fellas all hard and ready for a good ride.”

“Not the first time someone’s said that to you?”

“No,” Sheila said, switching back to her English accent. “But normally I’m asked if I’m actually from Australia. I have to confess I’m a little annoyed now: I thought my accents are good.”

“Accents?”

“I’m not just Australian,” Sheila said, switching again to a different accent. “Sometimes I can be a little French.”

Eric was genuinely surprised: she sounded almost exactly like Giselle. Uncanny. “You’re good,” he said. “You’ve got the regional inflections down. Spent some time abroad?”

Sheila nodded. “Grew up in Sydney,” she said. “Moved when I was eight to France. Lived there for another four years before moving to Florida.” As she spoke her accent shifted to pitch perfect Floridian – a definite contrast to Rhian’s accent.

“When did you move here?” Eric said. Having spent his entire life in the UK it was fun hearing of someone who had spent so much of her young life moving from one country to another.

“About six years ago,” Sheila said. “We moved to Fenshire for a while, before daddy got a job in government in Eroshire and we moved again.”

“You live with your parents?” Eric said. “No judgement.”

“Good,” Sheila said, although she seemed bemused, not insulted. “We have a large house.”

“Let me guess: Shashen Grey girl?”

“Hmmm… if only you had that kind of luck guessing that barmaid’s city. You’d be balls-deep in her ass by now.”

“I’m not interested in HER ass,” Eric said, a slight smug grin on his face.

“I don’t give it up that easily, Eric,” Sheila said; though she too wore a wicked grin. It was quite obvious to him that she was enjoying this conversation as much as he was. “So what does a guy like you do for a living?”

Well, she had told him quite a bit about herself. He was still interested to know if that second accent of hers was her original, and whether this posh English tone she had returned to was just a fake, but that was something he could learn later (if at all). “I’m a lawyer,” he said.

“Really? Tell me: is it illegal to have sex in the toilets of this club?”

“Technically: yes,” Eric said. “But that’s if we get caught.”

“What made you think I was offering? Maybe I was just asking for a friend. Maybe I was going to invite one of those handsome men,” she said, gesturing with a jerk of her head towards all the people dancing to the Marathon Sex Bunnies’s closing act. “That one in the skinny jeans looks to be a good fuck.”

“Nah,” Eric said. “Skinny jeans don’t hide anything: he’s got nothing down there.”

“Size isn’t everything, Eric.”

“True, but it helps,” he said confidently. “I’ve never had a girl tell me I was too small.”

“Do any of them tell you you were too large?”

“A few.”

“Hmmm…” Sheila’s smile told him what she was thinking, and Eric loved it! “So what did you do then?”

“A guy has more tools than just his dick,” Eric said.

“Something I find is lost on so many men,” Sheila said. “So disappointing to take a man back to mine expecting a good fuck only to discover someone who can’t think past their dick. The look on their faces when they finally go limp…” She sighed. “Like a confused puppy.”

“That’s not something I’ve ever had happen to me.”

“Oh? You’ve never gone limp on a girl?” Sheila smirked. “I’ve fucked a few guys with marathon cocks before. I love it when a guy can cum and stay hard: helps him keep up with me.”

“Sounds like you’ve got quite the appetite.”

“I have a considerable appetite, Eric,” Sheila said. “Some men just can’t keep up.”

“That won’t be me.”

“So confident!” She said; her smile telling him she didn’t quite believe him yet, but was eager to find out whether what he boasted about was true. Still: neither of them had made a physical move on the other. The verbal flirting was too much fun right now: a good fuck would cum in its own time. “You’re really selling yourself, Mr Lawyer. Been on any big cases lately?”

“Just got back from a big one, in fact,” Eric said. “Major embezzlement. Saved a lot of people.”

“My hero,” Sheila purred. “Fighting the good fight, it seems. Do you enjoy standing up for all the little people?”

“I enjoy doing my job,” Eric said. “Fortunately I seem to always land on the right side of a case these days.”

“Not a fan of defending the bad guys?” Sheila said.

“I’d prefer not to.”

“Any reason?”

“I would win,” Eric said.

Sheila’s eyes flashed again. This woman was ready to jump his cock right here at the bar. “Tell me, Eric,” she said. “Have you ever gone down on a girl in a public cubicle?”

“Several times.”

Standing up, Sheila gave him a wink before turning around and striding off in the direction of the women’s toilets. Eric gave the immediate scene a quick look around to see if anyone had any idea of what was about to happen: seeing everyone around him engrossed in their own lives, Eric smiled and quickly followed Sheila.

She disappeared into the toilets – there was no door but an open tiled hallway built at an angle to give everyone inside privacy – and Eric followed, giving a confident smile to a confused girl as she walked past him out the toilets. Turning the corner he saw no one by the sinks, and a Sheila standing half in an open cubicle.

“Quick!” She whispered loudly.

Eric needed no further encouragement: following her in they closed the cubicle door behind.

Surprisingly, or maybe unsurprisingly, Sheila was the first to make a move: grabbing his head and pressing his lips to hers. Eric felt her tongue push into his mouth, and countered with one of his own. Their lips mashed together as their tongues fought. Loud and wet; their moans soft and hopefully not heard by anyone in the cubicles beside.

Eric felt her hands unzip his jeans and slip between his boxers and his skin. Her tanned fingers gripped his raging hard cock and began to explore it: moving up his considerable length.

“Hmmm….” Sheila whispered, her lips almost touching his. “You’ve got quite the package…”

“Glad you like,” Eric said, loving a new woman being introduced to his massive cock.

“Oh, I do…” Sheila purred, her hand beginning to move up and down the length of his shaft. “I love a guy who’s been gifted by the gods… don’t get me wrong: I’m not one to judge before I give a new lover their chance to shine… but there’s just something about a big, thick, HARD cock that makes me wet as fuck!”

As she spoke Sheila punctuated every other word with a quick, dirty kiss; her lips pressed hard against his lips, and her tongue caressed his teeth; catching his upper lip as she withdrew like a fisherman hooking a succulent fish. As her hand rubbed his dick, aggressively massaging the hot skin of his organ, Eric had gathered the material of her short dress and pulled it roughly up her tanned, smooth thigh; high enough to slip a hand beneath to discover that she wasn’t wearing underwear. His fingers were knuckles-deep in her pussy as he counter-attacked her aggressive handling of his cock.

“Do you always go commando?” Eric said as his thumb circled her clit while his fingers made her pussy their new home; he wasn’t surprised to feel how much liquid was oozing out all over his palm. It was obvious to him that this woman was down to fuck (handy because so was Eric!)

“Always,” Sheila said. Biting his bottom lip as she continued to jerk him off. “Panties just get in the fucking way!”

“Sorry about the boxers,” Eric said, grinning as he felt one of her legs lift and wrap around his ass; this new position giving him better access to her pussy. “Feel free to rip ’em if you want.”

“I’ll rip more than just that!” Sheila purred. Her hands briefly pulled back from his cock to grip the join of his shirt. With a wild grin she pulled his shirt open. Buttons clattered off the walls of the cubicle and scattered across the floor.

Eric felt his mouth drop even as he grinned with how this woman was turning him on.

Then Sheila gripped the edges of the window of her dress and pulled it; the fabric slipping over her tits and pushing her tanned mounds towards each other. With their bodies so close her tits pressed against his bare chest, and Sheila placed a hand behind his shoulders and pulled him to her as her other hand returned to furiously stroke his cock.

Eric moaned with how good it felt to have this horny bitch’s tits pressing against his bare chest as she stroked his dick; his fingers furiously stroking the inside of her pussy while his thumb was button-mashing her clit. Illicit fucks in public restrooms were always top of his fuck list, but this was one hot fuck with a woman who wanted it as much as he did – and Eric was a horny bastard at the best of times!

Sheila’s hands were working some strong magic on his dick – flying up and down the length of his impressive cock. At some point she had managed to free it from the prison of his underwear; all of his dick now erect and hard between their bodies, as above her tits smashed against him as they sucked face; their lips twisting around each other, jaws extended so wide that it felt to Eric as if he was genuinely trying to fit her whole head inside his mouth. Their tongues slashed inside their wrestling mouths; saliva dripped down their chins.

“I’m gonna make you fucking CUM!” Sheila growled as she pumped his massive dick. “Fucking cum all over me: show me what’s in those balls of yours!”

“You’re gonna have to work for it!” Eric said smugly; fully confident in his stamina and control not to embarrass himself by blowing his load this easily. Oh sure he had been taken by surprise with how sexually aggressive Sheila was, but he was sure he would regain control and have this hot blonde nympho cuming all over his hand soon enough.

Sheila smiled smugly as well: “Oh I will,” she said. “You don’t know who you’re trapped with.”

“I don’t think you know,” Eric said. Conqueror of more women that he could name (there had been so many he had fucked where such pleasantries like the exchanging of a first name just had not happened), he was confident in his sexual prowess, and was eager to see this stunner on her knees sucking his cock like a good girl.

One immaculately plucked eyebrow rose. “Oh you’re a smug bastard,” Sheila purred. “This is going to be so much fun.”

“What will?”

“Breaking you,” she purred. Before Eric could say anything she slammed him backwards into the opposite wall of the cubicle. Dropping to her knees Sheila grabbed his cock and shoved all of it into her mouth.

Eric gasped: never had he witnessed a woman deep-throat him in one go without any kind of warm-up beforehand! Even the most experienced cocksuckers he had fucked had needed to take a few moments to get used to his girth before they could push the full length of his cock down.

But not Sheila: in one smooth movement she had forced all nine and a half inches of his dick all the way down her throat until her lips touched the join where his testicles hung from the wide shaft of his dick. Her blue eyes regarded him with pride, and Eric knew that this was not the first time she had caught a guy by surprise like this.

Holy shit! What kind of woman had he managed to pull tonight?

“How the fuck did you do that?” He gasped. Her throat felt so fucking tight around his dick: it must have hurt to shove his cock so deep so fast, yet Sheila seemed unfazed by the invasion of so much cock meat into her throat.

He expected her to start bobbing her head; to start face-fucking his cock like so many women had before, but again Sheila surprised him: she stayed motionless, looking up at him with those perfect blue eyes filled with so much confidence that Eric was beginning to doubt his own sexual competence.

Then he felt it: the contractions of her throat muscles around his cock.

“OH FUCK!” Eric groaned as he felt her milk his dick with her throat. “Oh sweet Jesus that’s so fucking good! How the fuck are you doing this?!?” He rattled his pleasure-addled brain to think of a moment when a woman had done this to him before; many had tried, but their throats were nothing compared to the dextrous muscular contractions Sheila was demonstrating. She wasn’t human!

“Hmmm…” Sheila moaned with pride, her blue eyes fixed on his expression as she continued to squeeze and massage his cock with her throat. Her hands, denied any inch of cock to caress as it was sheathed balls-deep in her tight, magical throat, were exploring Eric’s abs; while not one to religiously attend the gym, Eric enjoyed running the peaceful streets of Petty Moore, playing football on the weekends, and passing the time during boring meetings doing crunches on the floor of his office (especially when WFH) while listening to his bosses talk about whatever nonsense case was bringing in the most money. The result of his frequent bouts of activity was a toned body that Sheila appeared to enjoy running her fingers sensually over.

Meanwhile Eric had his head resting against the cubicle wall, his eyes closing as the sensation of this woman massaging his dick with her tight throat. His own hands were wrapping up within her bright blonde hair; fingers disappearing into that head of golden strands. This had become an evening for the books, and she had only been sucking his cock for five minutes now!

With his eyes closed the sensation of his dick being massaged by Sheila’s tight throat became a thousand-fold more intense; it felt like his cock was sheathed in a dozen warm, wet hands, each giving their particular area of his dick special attention. Never had Eric been so aware of the epic length of his cock; so much skin was in contact with the inside of Sheila’s throat, and Eric could feel every inch of it; especially his sensitive cock head, pulled free of the covers of his foreskin, it was so deep inside her Eric could feel the heat seep up his dick from her stomach. With a normal deep-throat style blowjob his cock would be pumping up and down inside the woman’s throat so fast he wouldn’t have time to appreciate all these sensations, but with Sheila simply holding his dick deep inside her like this, Eric could feel her heart beating through his dick!

No one had ever sucked his cock like this, and Eric was blown away by this woman’s approach to fellatio.

“Oh… oh fuck… you know how to treat a cock! Oh God… oh this feels so fucking good…”

“Hmmm…!” Sheila moaned in agreement. Her hands were still exploring the definitions of his muscular chest like an art student appreciating the sculpted pecs of a Greek statue, while every part of her throat was massaging his cock with such firm tenderness it bordered on worship.

“Fuck…” Eric gasped. He could feel sweat dripping down his face. “You keep this up… and I’ll cum down your throat!”

“Hmmm…” Sheila said; the tone of her voice telling him that she would love nothing more.

“Oh fuck… this feels so fucking good… oh you really do know how to deep throat a guy’s dick!” Eric gasped. Clutching her head tightly as he tried to hold off his orgasm. It couldn’t have been more than ten or fifteen minutes! Eric could normally last for hours with a girl giving him head! What the fuck was going on: how was this woman defeating his stamina so easily? “I’m going to blow my cum into into your stomach, Sheila! Fuck! I’m gonna pump your stomach full of it!”

“Hmmm….!!!”

“OH FUCK! I’M ABOUT TO CUM! FUCKING TAKE IT-”

Suddenly she pulled back. Eric gasped as his cock slid free of her throat – thick tendrils of her saliva briefly connecting his organ to her lips as his cock head hung free right in front of her. As she regarded his stunned expression, Sheila smiled smugly. “You were saying?”

Eric breathed deeply as he felt his orgasm – so close that he practically envisioned the feeling of all that cum pumping up his thick length right into her stomach – fade like tears in the fucking rain. “What the hell?” He gasped. “I was so close!”

“I know,” Sheila said, rising to her feet. “I could feel your cock twitch in my throat. I’ve sucked enough cocks to know when a guy’s about to blow his load.” She gently touched the underside of his cock head, although by now Eric’s orgasm was fading too fast to be coaxed back by her gentle touch.

“Why?” Eric said, more aroused than disappointed: he loved it when a woman teased!

In answer Sheila backed off and rested her back against the opposite cubicle wall, though she was still close enough to give his cock a gentle tug. With a wide grin on his face Eric took a step closer to her, only for Sheila to place a raised finger against his chest; halting him immediately.

“Not yet,” she purred. “Before I swallow your cum, either in my mouth or pussy, I want you to get down on your knees and make me cum.” Her finger travelled up between his pecs to rest on his lips. “Make me cum and I’ll make you cum. Simple as.” She raised an eyebrow. “Or are you a guy who hates to eat pussy?”

Never taking his eyes off of hers, Eric gently lowered himself to his knees; a wide smile on his face, and lifted Sheila’ right leg to give him better access. He was glad to see Sheila shaved down there – her pussy moist and inviting – as Eric hated the feeling of pubes sticking to his tongue, or the roof of his mouth after going down on a girl (unlike most of the women he fucked, Eric had a severe gag reflex).

“Good boy…” Sheila said. Her hand on the back of his head; gently encouraging him forward to her vagina. His eyes were fixed on her eyes in a mirror to how she maintained eye contact with him while sheathing his cock in her throat; as Eric began caressing her pussy lips and clitoris her eyes really began to shine with both triumph and excitement.

If this woman got her rocks off on seeing a guy on his knees eating her out, then Eric was only too happy to oblige. Her pussy was far from a rank pit in need of some hygiene and an OBGYN: as his tongue slipped deeper into her, discovering just how wet she was right now, Eric realised Sheila tasted fucking great! He had gone down on many girls, but none of them had tasted quite like this one: Eric hated hyperbole, but as he continued to plunge his tongue deep into her, Eric was happy to admit he could stay down here for hours.

The sounds she was making definitely helped: as Eric continued to slather her insides with his saliva, rubbing his tongue over her clit just as often as he sent it deep into her, Sheila leaned back against the cubicle wall and moaned loudly.

“Oh fuck… oh you’re good… fuck Eric… oh you know how to eat a girl out,” Sheila moaned, her hand gripped the back of his head hard now; fingernails digging into his skull as she continued to react to his oral skills. “Oh fuck… yeah… right there… hmmm… don’t stop… keep going… keep going and I’m gonna cum… oh fuck… I’m gonna cum all over your handsome face… you want it? Want me to paint your face with my cum, Eric? Want me to make a mess of your face?”

Pulling his head back a few inches to grin up at her, Eric still kept her pleasure coming with a few fingers. “Only if I get to make a mess of YOUR face!”

“Hmmm… that’s only fair…” Sheila smirked down at him. “Fine… let me cum all over your face and I’ll let you cum all over mine…”

It was a fair deal, Eric figured as he dived back in. His tongue slathering the rim of her vagina in his saliva, barely noticeable with all the fluid gushing from her organ. His hands were moving up her stomach similar to how she was exploring his some ten minutes earlier. Feeling her toned flesh through the thin fabric of her dress. Not as muscular as some girls Eric had fucked; Sheila didn’t appear to have defined abs, but her stomach was rock hard to his probing fingers. This girl worked out!

“Oh fuck… God! I love your tongue…” Sheila moaned. Her fingers clutching his dark hair as his tongue slashed around inside her. “Hmm… so good…”

“If you think my tongue’s good, wait until you feel my cock!” Eric said smugly.

Sheila’s eyes glittered with mischief. “All in good time, Eric,” she said. “First I want to cum all over that pretty face of yours… then after you cover my face in your cum you can pump your load in this pussy you’re servicing so good right now!”

“I hope you’re on birth control,” Eric said between mouthfuls of tasty cunt.

Then Sheila asked the question all guys love to hear after being told they can ride bareback.

“What if I’m not?”

Oh that did it: if Eric was eager to show this blonde stunner how good he could eat pussy, after hearing her tease him with the implication that she might not be on the pill, or have a coil, that it might not be beyond the realm of possibility that his thick, hot, sperm-ladened load would plant a baby beneath that toned belly of hers… well the gasps and moans that escaped from Sheila’s full lips told anyone else in the women’s toilets just how good Eric was with his tongue.

“OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! RIGHT THERE! FUCKING EAT ME OUT!” Sheila moaned in (very) loud ecstasy as Eric pushed her towards a hard cum. Unbeknownst to the horny pair there was three other women in the bathroom… and one guy: three cubicles down someone was riding their boyfriend hard, and upon hearing the moans escaping from Sheila’s mouth January Mason and her childhood sweetheart, Paul Greggs, began humping with a vigour that surprised both of them, while at the sinks Olivia Pratt slipped a hand between her dress and her left tit, and began to play with her nipple while the tap ran water, totally forgotten.

“OH GOD! I’M GONNA CUM!” Sheila moaned, while January whispered those same words in Paul’s ear, as she felt her boyfriend plaster the inside of her pussy with his thick, hot cum, and at the sinks Olivia twisted her nipple as she moaned while listening to another woman’s pleasure.

The only one not enjoying all of this was Charlie Torrence, who had spent the last ten minutes regretting the curry she had earlier this evening. Supporting her chin with an arm braced on her bare leg, Charlie sighed as she listened to another woman having a much more pleasurable time than she currently was…

“I’M CUMING!!” Sheila moaned.

“Of course you fucking are,” Charlie muttered to herself, while (unknown to her) January came all over her boyfriend’s cock, while said boyfriend’s cum sloshed around inside her, while at the sinks Olivia gripped the marble counter tightly as she too came from playing with her nipple. A feat few of Olivia’s male lovers (those she had managed to get over her social anxieties to date) had ever managed to replicate.

Eric’s face was plastered in fluids: Sheila gushed like a broken tap, and he stayed down there, a tongue extended and keeping her pleasure coming, as Sheila kept cuming all over him. Minutes passed, with her gripping the back of his head as her other hand flew wildly in an effort to grip to something in the cubicle, but it kept sliding off the smooth walls.

“OH FUCK!” Sheila moaned loudly for all in the women’s toilets to hear (not that she seemed to be particularly concerned about it, and frankly neither was Eric – this wasn’t his first rodeo in the public toilets of the Costiero Paradiso). “OH… fuck… that felt good… oh fuck yes: I needed to feel that!”

Wiping his mouth as he stood, Eric regarded her with a supremely smug smile. “Was that good for you?”

“Damn good,” Sheila purred, then pushed him back until he hit the opposite wall of the cubicle with enough force to shake it. “My turn now!”

No waiting for a reply, she dropped to her knees and grabbed his cock – which had stayed hard and hanging through his open flies for the whole act of cunnilingus – shoving it into her mouth with all the enthusiasm of a fat kid in an all-you-can-eat ice cream store.

At first Eric thought that Sheila was going to repeat her awe-inspiring skill of sheathing his big cock all the way in her throat, and massage its considerable length with her throat muscles, but immediately he realised – much to his delight – that Sheila was going to blow him with some old fashioned dick-sucking: with a hand gripping his cock near where it met his large balls, churning with cum from her performance earlier, Sheila began to bob her head back and forth along most of the length of his dick.

“Oh fuck!” Eric gasped. His head hit the cubicle wall as he revelled in the feeling of this blonde aggressively sucking on his dick. The head of his dick was plunging deep into her throat, only to almost immediately be pulled back out as she bobbed her head back. The repetition was furious and almost alarmingly aggressive, but Eric wasn’t concerned: his cock was a powerful organ that could take a pounding, and Sheila’s mad desire to get him to cum was achieving its results: Eric could feel his orgasm growing again from that meek almost-dead bubble it had retreated to after Sheila stopped massaging his dick with her throat.

“You like this?” Sheila said, switching to her free hand as she taunted him; her red lips curled in a rather smug smile; no doubt from Eric’s expression as he leaned back against the cubicle’s wall and moaned with how good it felt to have this hot blonde suck and jerk off his cock. Sheila’s skills with her hands were just as good as her skills with her throat, and the way she paid some special attention to the head of his dick when her hand flew down his shaft to rest there felt good enough to plunge Eric onto a one-way ticket to cumsville. “You like having your dick sucked like this in a public restroom?”

“Fuck yeah, I do!” Eric moaned as he felt her hand fly up and down the length of his shaft.

“Not the first time, I’d wager,” Sheila said with a smile as her hand continued to jack him off.

Eric managed to gather himself to look down on her, and what a sight it was: a hot blonde on her knees in front of him with her hands around his dick, furiously jacking him off in an effort to make him cum, while her dress had been pulled away from her tits, freeing those puppies for all to see (at this moment only Eric) as she worked his cock like a woman desperate to receive some cum all over her beautiful face.

“Definitely not,” he said proudly.

“Had your cock sucked a few times before in a place like this, then?” Sheila said with a smirk, as her hand flew up and down the length of his shaft. “Big guy like you, with such a big cock… oh I bet you’ve fucked quite a few woman. Fucked them in places like this. Were they even single at the time?”

“Some were,” Eric admitted with a smile. “Got a boyfriend I should be worried about?”

“No,” Sheila said. “I’m single and loving it, especially when I get so suck prime cock like yours! Tell me, Eric… how full are those balls of yours after I sucked you off earlier?”

“They’re so fucking full!” Eric gasped. “You ready to have my cum all over your face?”

“Hmm… definitely!” Sheila purred. “You better deliver, big guy!”

Without waiting for him to reply, Sheila began to furiously suck his cock once again. Her head was almost a blur as it sped up and down the length of his dick. Her hand gripped the base of his dick hard, while her other hand, which had been jacking him off moments earlier, was teasing an exposed nipple, making her moan loudly; although whether from the pleasure of playing around with her tit, or from the feeling of his cock pumping back and forth inside her throat, Eric wasn’t sure.

Either way it was a sight for the ages to see this stunning blonder on her knees sucking his big cock like her life depended on it. Her head was bobbing back and forth so quickly it felt like she was trying to suck the cum up from his balls.

“Jesus!” Eric moaned. “Oh… you really want a face-full of cum, don’t you?”

“Hmmm…” Sheila agreed as she bobbed her head back and forth. “Hmmm…”

Eric felt his head hit the wall of the cubicle again. His eyes closed as he felt this stunner work her magic on his cock. The way she was forcing most of his inches down her throat was amazing; his head plunging deep into her gullet with such power that Eric genuinely thought it was going to pop through into her stomach, and start stirring up whatever she last ate.

Not a pleasant image to have in one’s mind when one’s cock was being deep-throated by a very attractive blonde with such a voracious display of eagerness to taste the seed of one’s balls, but for Eric it was incredible enough that he genuinely didn’t think he could get any harder.

Then Sheila did something that proved him wrong – he could get harder.

Pulling his length out of her throat, and giving him a sly wink, Sheila rested his cock atop her collarbone and squeezed her tits together; gripping his member between them like the buns of a hotdog would grip a well-cooked sausage. Using those tanned mounds she began to jack him off, working his cock with her tits like she had worked it with her throat muscles not too long ago.

“Oh shit!” Eric gasped as he watched her tit-fuck him towards an epic orgasm. “Jesus Christ! Is there any part of your body you can’t work a cock with?”

“Nope,” Sheila said as she furiously squeezed and massaged his dick between her tits. Licking the sensitive tip of his cock as she did so; obviously enjoying the taste of the copious amounts of pre-cum practically gushing out from his urethra. All the fluid Eric was producing quickly coated her tits, giving her plenty of lubrication as she continued to squeeze his cock between her breasts as she worked him towards a cum as hard as the one he had just given her. “Mouth, pussy, arse, hands, feet, tits, armpits – you name it, I can work your cock with it!”

“Anything?” Eric tried to smile smugly, but he knew his expression was one of pure bliss right now with how good it felt to have his cock sandwiched between those huge tits of hers. “Really?”

Sheila grinned – a proper smug one, at that. “After you unload all over my face, and after your next load fills my pussy to burst, I’m going to make you cum with my fucking knees!”

“That’ll be a sight worth seeing!” Eric gasped. Jesus, this woman was skilled! He didn’t think a body could be so good at working a cock, but despite not possessing the organ herself, Sheila seemed to know just how to angle her attacks; keeping his pleasure building higher and higher, until Eric knew he was minutes away from exploding all over her face!

The thought of her making him cum with his cock between her knees? Hilarious, and strangely arousing at the same time. That was a challenge Eric was eager to see happen!

“I’m gonna milk this big cock of yours all night!” Sheila said, grinning like a cat who had just been handed the keys to the cream factory. His cock was squeezed between her tits like she was trying to squeeze the last remnants of toothpaste from the tube. Eric moaned loudly with how it felt to have his dick assaulted so pleasurably. “Get ready to cum again and again!”

Eric was in heaven: he had well and truly scored tonight! He had gained the attention of one seriously cum-hungry stunner, and she was going to work him over and over all night. Draining his balls again and again.

And Eric wanted nothing more.

If only he knew where the night would actually take him…

“Cum for me!” Sheila purred seductively, as she worked his dick with her huge, tanned tits. “I want you to cum for me, Eric… cum all over my face like a man… cover my mouth and lips with your strong, virile seed…”

“FUCK! OH SHIT I’M GONNA CUM!” Eric moaned loudly. His cock was practically on fire! He had never felt such pleasure burning within it as right now! “FUCK!” His balls were painful with the amount of cum bubbling away inside – having worked up a motherload earlier when she had used her amazing throat technique to massage his dick, and now with this display of oral and tit skills she had filled his balls with even more cum; Eric was about to explode all over her face!

“Cum for me, Eric!” Sheila continued to say. “I want you to cum all over me! Cover me with all that hot, thick cum in your balls! Cum for me! Cum!”

“FUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!” Eric roared as his head snapped back – hitting the cubicle wall with such force a part of him (that small part still conscious of anything in reality beyond the pleasure coursing through his cock) genuinely wondered if the wall would collapse. He felt hot liquid rush up the length of his dick, just as his orgasm hit and waves of pleasure began to explode through him.

Sheila knew a guy like Eric was going to cum a lot, but nothing prepared her for the first jet of hot white fluid; it exploded out of his cock like it was one of those water guns atop vehicles used to disperse protest crowds. Steaming hot gunk splashed over her face with such force Sheila had no time to close her eyes; cum covered her eyeballs, soaking her eyelashes and covering her lips, splashing around inside a mouth hanging open in shock. It splashed over her hair, soaking into her eyebrows and dripping down her chin onto those shapely collarbones of hers.

And that was just the first ejaculation.

As Sheila held on for dear life Eric’s cock sprayed thick jet after thick jet all over her face. Cum splashed over her nose, cheeks, and forehead. It dripped in thick waterfalls down her chin, over her shoulders and down between her tits. Gunk covered her tits and the straps of her dress. Cum soaked into her hair, hanging onto her fringe as Eric plastered his seed all over her face.

He ejaculated over and over, and all Sheila could do was kneel there and take it like she had said she would. Pride forced her to take his cum all over her face, as much as she wanted to duck out of the way and let his baby-making cream hit the cubicle wall behind her. Pride kept her in the line of fire, taking his cum to her face until it felt like he wouldn’t stop.

In fact it was several moments before Sheila realised he had, and with two slender fingers she wiped thick layers of creaming fluid from her eyes like wipers on a car windshield, looking up at a VERY smug Eric. “You could have warned me you’d do that,” she said, not in the slightest bit annoyed – if anything her pussy was burning even more with desire to feel this man’s heavy – and she meant HEAVY – loads inside her.

“I like to see a girl’s expression when she discovers how much I can cum,” Eric said. His face was dripping with sweat – he had cum so hard, harder than he normally did from a blowjob and a tit-fuck!

“Jesus Christ! How did you pack all this into those testicles of yours?” Sheila said as she stood up, pulling out huge wads of toilet paper from the dispenser she began to wipe thick layers of his cum from her face. “I mean if you cum this much from a blowjob how much are you going to fill my cunt with?”

“Only one way to find out,” he said, grinning.

“Hmm…” Sheila said, giving his cock – still hard, of course – a hungry look. “You better not get me pregnant with this stuff. It’s so thick and creamy! How much sperm are you going to pump into me?”

“Probably enough to get you pregnant.”

Sheila playfully slapped him across the head. “What did I just say? ” She continued to wipe his creamy loads from her neck, shoulders, and the tops of her tits. Throwing cum-soaked handfuls of toilet paper into the toilet.

Eric pressed the button on the top of the cistern, flushing the abundance of toilet paper away before it grew so large he feared it would clog the pipes.

“Still not finished!” Sheila said, although more out of horniness than irritation. Her face was now clean of his gunk, leaving the thick white rivers that had made their way down between her tits.

“I don’t mind,” Eric said, holding her hips; his cock pushing against her dress in a suggestive manner. “I like it when a girl’s all glistening.”

Sheila tossed a cum-soaked wad of toilet paper into the bowel. “I’d rather be glistening with my sweat, not your cum,” she said, grinning like a woman who knew that in a few minutes that exact situation was going to be happening. Yet rather than pull out another load of paper to wipe the remaining traces of his cum from her tanned skin, Sheila pushed him against the wall, lifting a leg as she reached down and guided his raging hard cock up into her. Closing her eyes, Sheila uttered a deep moan as she felt his monstrously thick cock push its way into her. “Jesus fucking Christ… you’re THICK!”

“Nah, you’re just fucking TIGHT!” Eric said, unable (and unwilling) to hide his glee at having this hottie take his cock (with no condom! Although that wasn’t a hard accomplishment for one in Eroshire).

Reaching up to grip the top of the cubicle wall above Eric’s head, Sheila began to use purchase to half lift herself, feeling his cock slide out, before releasing the tension in her arms to settle; his cock sliding back up into her. The effort saw her body collide with his each time she released her grip on the top of the cubicle wall; her large tits pressing against his chest; her lips meeting Eric in quick, half-kisses.

“Oh… oh you feel GOOD…” Sheila moaned as she fucked him standing against the wall of the cubicle. “Hmmm… so fucking HARD… so BIG… hmmm… I’m glad I sat near you tonight…” She couldn’t believe how hard his cock was: no one had felt so thick and hard inside her before!

“I’m glad you did… too!” Eric grunted. Her pussy was clamped around his cock tighter than her throat had earlier, and that was frighteningly tight to begin with! Eric was genuinely scared her pussy was going to stop the flow of blood to his cock! “FUCK! You’re TIGHT!”

“That’s… because… you’re so… fucking… thick!” Sheila moaned between kisses. “Jesus! How’re you so fucking THICK! OH FUCK! You spread me open like a fucking cervical exam!”

Well that was a strange comparison to make, but Eric wasn’t one to let that interrupt his stride as he gripped Sheila’s thighs and helped her land nice and hard on his raging hot pole. Thrusting his hips forward away from the cubicle door, giving his penetrations that extra edge of power; he could see from the way her face was crumpling into a look of pure ecstasy that he was hitting all the right spots inside her.

“You like that?” He growled as he thrust his hips towards her as she fell onto his dick. “Like my big cock inside you? Like how I spread you wide open?”

“OH GOD YES!” Sheila moaned as she worked her body against his. Her tits smashing against his chest again and again as she fell towards him. Those huge tanned mounds squeezed almost painfully as their bodies collided. “Oh fuck… so fucking wide… God, it’s like giving birth, only in reverse!”

“Isn’t reverse birthing when I stick my head up your cunt?” Eric asked, genuinely perplexed.

“I don’t fucking know,” Sheila muttered as she slammed herself against him. “I’m just saying any fucking shit that comes into my head right now! I’m so fucking horny I can’t think straight! You can’t expect a girl to string together a coherent fucking sentence when I have your baseball bat of a cock pumping inside me!”

That was a good point: from past experiences Eric knew that the average Eroshire lass tended to become frothing lust-monsters at the slightest experience of a decent cock (or cunt – he heard a few tales from his lesbian co-workers about THEIR nights out that put his own debauchery to shame).

“Yeah… well don’t fucking stop!” Eric growled as he thrust his cock up deep inside her. He was slamming the sensitive tip of his dick against her cervix like he wanted to break it down and set up camp in her womb. Maybe flood it with his potent cum until something stuck. “God, I love it when you talk crazy shit! I love your accent!”

“Hmmm… maybe I should start talking some smut like this?” Sheila said, suddenly switching to the pitch-perfect east coast Australian that she had used earlier. “Want me to talk about how much I love your big Bruce of a bang-stick fucking my cunt up proper?”

“None of that is anything a proper Aussie would say,” Eric said.

“And how would you know what a ‘proper’ Aussie would say?” Sheila asked with a smirk.

In answer Eric picked her up by her hips and carried her two steps to the other side: slamming her ass against the other cubicle wall, making the sturdy board shake violently with the force of his action; Sheila moaned with how good it felt as Eric’s cock slammed balls-deep up into her.

“I spent my gap year touring Australia!” Eric said as he began to slam his cock into her. Each hard thrust made the cubicle wall shudder worryingly, and made Sheila moan in pleasure. “I went from the west coast to the east coast! Fucking best year of my life!”

“OH! FUCK! I… URGH! I BET… FUCK! I BET YOU FUCKED A LOT… OH… A LOT OF GIRLS OVER THERE!” Sheila moaned loudly as she was ruthlessly fucked against the cubicle wall with Eric’s massive cock.

“I fucked dozens of girls!” Eric boasted proudly. “Every night I was fucking a different girl!” It had been the best fucking year of his life; going out every evening with his friends, and spending the night with a different girl each time. Fucking her crazy for hours. Never using protection. He had no idea how many kids he might have on another continent; none of his sexual partners ever contacted him about unplanned pregnancies, so as far as he knew they all got abortions instead.

Or there might be a small clan of Winters waiting for him in the land down-under…

“Yeah… you looked like a massive fucking slut when I first saw you!” Sheila said, although her voice and admiring (and incredibly horny) look told him she saw that as something admirable, rather than something to be ashamed of. Considering she was taking him balls-deep against the wall of one of the cubicles in the women’s toilets in the nightclub where they had just met only a half hour or so ago, Eric was sure Sheila considered herself a massive slut as well.

“You like that?” Eric said as he pounded away. The cubicle wall was shaking so violently that it seemed a possibility he could fuck her through the wall into the cubicle next door. “You like that I’ve fucked dozens of pussy?”

“Just dozens?” Sheila smirked. “Setting the bar low there…”

Eric smiled. “Fine. You got me. My list’s over a hundred. Probably two by now.”

“Hmmm… am I lucky girl number two hundred?” Sheila purred. She had braced herself with both hands against the cubicle wall and was now meeting his thrusts with her own powerful hip movements. Eric had never seen such hunger in a woman’s eyes before, and he was loving how she was fucking him back with as much vigour as he was putting into this fuck.