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03/04/20

NOW OFFERING INCALLS! – see the bottom of this page for my rates.

Previously I’ve only ever done outcalls, but due to the current CV situation and closure of hotels, I’m now offering incalls at a delightful apartment in Manchester (Stretford).

Double Delight bookings are also available with my sexy girlfriend Pippa.

*Note: All new clients will be asked to pay 50% deposit in advance on their first booking

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NOW OFFERING INCALLS!

Escort Rates:

I visit most areas in the North West

Outcalls:

1 Hour – £250 *This rate only applies to new clients. Existing clients will keep the old price of £200 for one hour until June 2020 ** Note: The price increase only applies to one-hour bookings, all other rates remain the same.
1.5 Hrs – £300
2 Hours – £350
3 Hours – £450
4 Hours – £550
Overnight – £1000

Incalls:

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1 hour – £200
90 mins – £250
2 hours – £300
3 hours – £400
4 hours – £500

Dinner Dates:
Includes one hour of intimate time – additional hours are to be spent outside the bedroom/hotel room.

2 Hours – £300
3 Hours – £350
4 Hours – £400

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Incalls (Manchester)
1 hour – £350
1.5 hours – £460
2 hours – £550
3 hours – £650
4 hours – £800

Outcalls:
1 hour – £400
1.5 hours – £500
2 hours – £600
3 hours – £750
4 hours – £900

My Availability

Monday – 11am to 9pm
Tuesday – 11am to 9pm
Wednesday – 11am to 9pm
Thursday – 11am to 9pm
Friday – 11am to 9pm
Saturday – 11am to 9pm
Sunday – 12 noon to 9pm

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Q. Can you explain Outcalls and Incalls? A. Outcalls: I visit hotels and peoples homes, I don’t do office, outdoor or car meets.
Incalls: This is where the escort has a place she works from. I’m offering incalls from a luxury apartment in Manchester.
Q. I’m married and not able to book a hotel because of the emails and evidence on bank statements, how can I get round this? A. Did you know that most hotel offer ‘Dayrooms’. The price is usually about half the cost of an overnight. Book over the phone or online, credit card not requested, pay in cash on arrival. No follow up emails. Examples of hotels which offer Dayuse are: Marriott, Raddison, Ibis, Hilton, Ramada, Crowne Plaza, Novotel etc You can visit the Dayuse website.
Q. Do I need to pay a deposit? A. I only request a deposit from first-time clients (50%). This to be paid in advance via bank transfer.
Q. What’s the best way to contact you? A. You can email me on Adultwork or to my own email address. Feel free to call or text me. If I’m not able to reply I will get back to you as soon as I can – nearly always the same day. I don’t answer withheld numbers.
Q. What information do you need from me? A. I will consider our appointment to be confirmed if I have the date and time, the length of the appointment, the details of the venue and your telephone number. I also request that you call or text me on the day to confirm.
Q. How much notice should I give? A. As much as possible (you can’t give too much notice only too little). Sometimes I can be available at short notice, but this is rare, and usually only if I’ve had a cancellation.
Q. When are you available? A. It varies, so please contact me with the date and time you are looking for – I’ll check my diary.
Q. Do you offer a cheaper rate for dinner dates? A. Yes I do, Dinner date rate is inclusive of one hour intimate time:
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2 hours – £300, 3 Hours – £350, 4 hours – £400
Q. What services do you offer? A. You can see the list of my services on the right hand side of this page. Feel free to email me and tell me what you are looking for, and what would be your ideal scenario. I’ll do my best to make it your most memorable experience ever!
Q. Can I request what you wear? A. Yes, you can, and I’ll oblige wherever possible. I always dress smartly and discreetly on arrival, but can get changed if necessary.
Q. Do you negotiate your rates, or offer discounts for regular clients? A. No I don’t – most of my appointments I could fill two or three times over.
Q. Do you charge extra for any of your services? A. No, all my services are included within my rates
Q. How should I handle the donation? A. I’d be grateful if you’d have it ready for me on arrival – ideally in an unsealed envelope.
Q. How come your rates are higher than most? A. I will liken this to doing your shopping … If you want the basics and need to keep the costs down, you shop at Asda, but if you want something special and the best quality, you do your shopping at Waitrose. I am a Waitrose in the escort world.
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Q. I’m concerned about discretion as I’m a married man – can you reassure me? A. I understand discretion is key for many of my clients, and will not make unsolicited communications
Q. Do you allow photographs to be taken? A. At my own discretion and only with people who I’ve met before.
Q. You look familiar – have you been on here before? A. Yes, several years ago. I used to be called Charlotte Spencer.
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Q. Anything else I should know about you? A. I’m 100% British, I don’t take drugs, I’m not an alcoholic, I don’t have a pimp (I’m fully independent), and I pay my Taxes!
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Hello Everyone,

This blog relates to the video I’ve just posted ‘Girl Girl Love’. It’s about a time before isolation, before social distancing. In a way, it deals with the exact opposite of social distancing! It comes from a few years back, but it’s still rather nice to think about, so I thought I would share it with you.

I had been contacted by a gentleman who wondered if I would be free one evening. As it happened it was far enough in advance that I could make it quite easily, but I asked him if he was sure, because I don’t like postponements or cancellations if they can be avoided by going for another, better date. He said that he was very sure about the date, but didn’t go into detail why. I put Jack’s name and number into my appointment schedule and thought no more about it. Nearer the date he emailed me to confirm it, and texted on the afternoon. So far so good!

That evening I went along to the hotel as arranged and stood in the bar, again as arranged. I got myself some mineral water – I had driven this time – and was glancing around, wondering where Jack was when I felt a delicate tap on my shoulder.

‘Lorna? It’s Jack.’

The voice came from a fine-looking gent, perhaps my age. I smiled and we shook hands. Silly, really, when you consider the basic purpose of our meeting, but still a touch I approved of. I saw the woman standing nearby, smiling, but her presence there didn’t quite register with me at first. I thought for a split second that she might be someone I knew from elsewhere who just happened to be there, but then she put her left hand on Jack’s shoulder and held her right out to me, as I heard Jack say,

‘And this is my wife, Anna.’

I shook her hand as well, though I must have looked a bit puzzled, because Anna laughed a little, glanced at her husband, then spoke to me.

‘Oh don’t worry! Jack wanted to say something but I persuaded him to keep quiet because I wanted to see your face.’

Now I have no objections to couple meetings, but I do like to establish that both members of the couple are in on the arrangements. I suppose you could say that in this instance they were, and it was only I who was in the dark. But in this case I couldn’t be upset, because I was rather swept away with how lovely Anna looked. Perhaps “love at first sight” is putting too strongly, but I really was a little in awe of this lovely woman. I realised I hadn’t heard half of what was being said to me, and I had to ask Jack to repeat himself.

‘Anna and I have always been very broad-minded about things,’ he said, ‘and in we have discussed having a threesome on a few occasions. There are various people in our circle of friends we’ve thought of inviting, but the trouble is there’s too much scope for screwing up someone else’s relationship, if things go badly. Or perhaps too well, even. It was Anna who decided we should try a more professional approach. We both found the idea very attractive; I said I’d be happy to watch her with another guy and she said she’d be happy to watch me with another woman. We did nearly go for another couple, but then Anna saw some pictures of you and decided…’

His wife took over the story.

‘We couldn’t decide if I should organise a treat for Jack’s birthday, or he should sort something out for mine. Then he said seeing as our anniversary was coming up, why didn’t we both get a treat?’

It was a little odd, finding myself being discussed like this, but it was clear the two of them were really up for it. As was I; Anna reminded me very much of a girl I had fancied when I was younger, and I found the prospect of sharing her bed was having quite an effect on me.

‘So you don’t mind being a treat?’ asked Jack. I just finished off my mineral water and said,

‘Mind? Of course not! Please. Yes, please let’s go now.’

The room they had booked was actually a little suite; we came into an annex where there were chairs, a coffee table and a TV set. I wasn’t interested in that, though. I put my coat and bag down, took Anna’s hand, and led her to the bedroom.

We stripped without much ceremony, down to the stocking and suspenders we both were wearing. I looked across at Anna and felt a curious mixture of envy and desire. She was a bit taller than me, and her breasts seemed that little bit perkier than mine. But no sooner had the thought occurred to me than Anna spoke.’

‘My god, I always wanted to have boobs like that! You have a wonderful figure, Lorna. May I touch…?’

She smiled, then looked down as she reached out to me and put her hands on my tits. Her touch was keen but delicate, and she laughed a little nervously, closing her eyes as she fondled me.

‘Have you done that before?’ I asked, in a soft, throaty voice.

‘Not for years,’ she said, ‘I can’t remember…anyway, too long!’

She looked up at me and her eyes were sparkling, so I slowly leaned over towards her. She watched me get closer, then tilted her head to the side in anticipation. I did the same, and we kissed, open-mouthed. I can’t remember which of us decided to take the lead, but I do remember the passion that went into that first French kiss, with brief, butterfly kisses, before our lips met hungrily and I put my tongue into Anna’s mouth. I held and squeezed her body as we slowly sank back onto the pillows.

She stroked my thighs, while I couldn’t resist running my hand over her gorgeous breasts. I wanted her more than I had wanted a woman in ages. We tried a couple of positions before she settled back on the pillows again, and I moved my hand gently between her legs. She gasped a little as my fingers teasingly stroked her pussy lips through the fabric of her panties. I knew she wanted me. I leaned in for another tongue kiss and asked,

‘Would you like to finger me, Anna?’

She smiled back at me and shook her head a little.

‘I’d rather eat you. Is that OK?’

Silly question! I spun around, lifted my knee and straddled her, then lowered myself to her face. Her tongue homed in on me, and she started to lick my pussy enthusiastically.

I know some people say that only a woman knows what a woman wants when it comes to oral sex, but unfortunately it isn’t as true as you might like to think it is! With Anna though, it felt as if I was going down on myself, instinctively knowing when to flirt and when to go deep, how to do the variation in tongue strokes and kissing that I find irresistible, and exactly how to hit the spot for me. I might have felt a little ashamed that she had got to me quite so perfectly, reducing me to a gasping, trembling jelly of a woman teetering on the brink of climax for so long, before she took pity on me and kissed my cunt into ecstasy , All I could do wash push two fingers in and out of her and moan as I came.

‘Please tell me that wasn’t your first time,’ I panted, as my heart rate slowly went back to normal. She grinned brightly.

‘Beginner’s luck!’ she said, ”that and plenty of motivation!’

I flopped onto the bed beside her, still breathing hard.

‘Did you get that, Jack?’ she called out to her husband. He must have nodded, because Anna just said ‘Good! That will make a lovely anniversary souvenir. So, would you like your treat now?’

I saw a naked Jack put a camera down, and advance towards the bed.

‘I might need to rest a bit first,’ I said, only half-joking.

‘Nonsense,’ said Anna, ‘We’ll take care of everything for you. All you have to do now is lie back and think of England!’

If nothing else I will never forget the way Anna beckoned Jack over, installed him between my open thighs, then gently directed her husband’s erection inside me while giving me deep tongue kisses. Ten glorious, pounding minutes later he pulled out of me and she laid her head on my tummy to take his load in her mouth. Twenty minutes after that I was returning the favour, licking the place where he was sliding in and out of her until she first came, then he did, then delving deeper to clean up the creampie he had left behind in my new girlfriend.

Anna, Jack, if you’re reading this – when is your next anniversary?

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Hope you’re managing to maintain your sanity and enjoy your long boring holiday!

Now ages back I posted a blog about one of the guys who shoots some of my content. This damned lock-down has already seen to one of our planned get-togethers, and with everybody being at home all the time the chance to chat on the phone or webcam is not always straightforward. So we have had some extended message sending – would you call it sexting? – to exchange ideas. With us both keeping funny hours sometimes there is no telling when an explicit text will land up, though I think we are getting better at skipping the more outrageous stuff at mealtimes. Having said that, absence is definitely making his ideas get kinkier. This one is a case in point. I have converted it from our text message speak into more normal language, so see what you make of it!

‘So,’ (he said), ‘I have been thinking about your double delight meets with Pippa.’

‘Go on,’ I said. I wasn’t sure if this was a video idea, or just a dirty suggestion. But even then, sometimes his ideas can be adapted into useful role-plays.

‘Well, it started when I saw your recent set – the PVC stocking and gloves one? It got me thinking…’

‘That was the general idea,’ I said. I know what the dirty sod meant by “thinking” – let’s just say it’s another word that ends in “king”! By the way, it’s the latest set, so you can see what he was on about. for yourself.

‘I started wondering what it would be like to let you take control, and then I thought, “yes, please”.’

Now I know I am not what you’d call a dyed in the wool Mistress, but I’m quite capable of laying the law down and being demanding when the mood takes me. I do know some women are more statuesque, but I also know I am capable of demanding satisfaction and getting it. I do like role plays. So the idea seemed to have good beginnings.

‘Go on,’ I said, wondering if he had anything to add to it.

‘Well, I know you do these meets with Pippa, and I had a look at her page and some of the videos she has up there. There’s one in particular where she is wearing this full face mask. She has what look like a pink PVC skirt on, a black PVC top with a strip that runs between her boobs and dark sheer panels that really show her tits off beautifully.’

‘Is there? Let me just have a look. Ah yes, I think I see the one you mean!’

I got the impression the poor guy was smitten. I know how much he appreciates my boobs, so the chance to feel both of us up simultaneously was clearly a major part of his idea.

‘Well, in the caption to that she says she needs to be satisfied, so I imagined this scene where some poor man has to decide which of the two of you he wants to please most.’

‘You know you – sorry, he – would be doomed to failure? There are going to be two disappointed women, both wanting to take it out on someone!’

‘Oh, I do hope so!’

I thought perhaps he had a specific scenario in mind that he was building up to, so I said “go on” again. He resumed his story.

‘So, this guy arrives, meets the two of you. Everything is going well, and we’re just getting down to some foreplay. Deep kissing, everyone at once.’

(He has mentioned this to me before, I think. Each person gets french kissed by the other two. It’s really very horny!)

‘Until?’

‘Ah, you guessed! Until the time comes for him to decide which of you two he should fuck first.’

He has a point. Unlike the kissing, our man has only one penis, so clearly he can’t satisfy both of us in the same way.

‘We could both ride him,’ I say, one on his cock and one on his face. Pippa and I have done that before, it can work really well. Especially if the guy knows what he’s doing with his mouth. Sometimes it’s better not to be the one getting fucked.’

‘Ah, but I have a different idea. I think it would make for a great video.’

I was struggling to see how what he meant, then he came up with a title that made everything drop into place.

‘Yes, I call it the “strap-on sandwich”. Basically the guy is the meat in the sandwich. So one of you two will lay down on her back and open her legs to the guy. He will enter her and start to fuck her in a missionary position. The other of you two will have a strap-on…’

‘I have a strap-on,’ I said, ‘it’s not the biggest but it’s certainly good for taking a guy’s anal virginity. And Pippa has a strap-on. It’s a bit larger than mine, as I recall, and she’s always looking for an opportunity to take a guy up the arse with it.’

‘You seem to have grasped the idea of the sandwich quite quickly,’ he said, ‘but don’t forget that the girl on top will be pushing her cock in and out up against the guy’s prostate gland, and with that kind of stimulus when the time comes he’s likely to blow a considerable load into the girl underneath him.’

‘Yes, there is that,’ I said.

‘So it all comes down to preferences – which one he chooses to have (or maybe which one he chooses to be had by). Decisions, decisions…’

He was right. It would make for an interesting video (and I’m sure he’s hoping he can talk the pair of us into appearing in front of his camera!). And it would make for an interesting role play too, maybe when the lockdown is over and we can all let our hair down in threesomes galore. But that question is still hanging there. Go over to Pippa’s page and take a look at her photos, and imagine yourself as the third part of our double delight threesome. Which of us would you choose to fuck, and which would you let loose on your bottom. I promise not to bear any grudges! Well, not many grudges!

And do remember, there’s no rule to say you have to stick at one sandwich!

Love and Kisses,

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The Fluffer
Hello Everyone,

I think I might have been letting this isolation and social distancing business get to me a little bit of late – in some ways it feels a little like being a teenager all over again, waiting for my latest crush to ring up and ask me out. I’m sure I’ll get used to it before too long, so in the meantime here is a story of a time when things got very “up close and personal” indeed!

In a few of my previous posts I have mentioned my good friend Curvy Claire, a lovely and very busty lady who lives in East Anglia. I have toured there and worked with her a few times now, and always enjoy being her “partner in crime”, and no more so than a few months back. Claire lives not that far from what I think of as her ‘den of iniquity’, a nicely intimate swingers club where she has been known to entertain friends and fans, and she asked me if I minded being her designated driver for an evening event. She was planning to let her hair down with some members and film the goings-on for possible later use. I haven’t really done much by way of party hosting, but I’m no stranger to swingers clubs and the kind of thing that goes on, so I was happy to help.

We talked sex as I drove her to the club. Claire was intrigued by my thoughts on the evening ahead.

‘Have you never wanted to do a party, Lorna? Or a bukkake meet, maybe?’

I hesitated a little before answering.

‘Not really. I think perhaps I might feel a bit too much like a piece of meat, if you know what I mean?’

I knew she was teasing a bit – we had had group sex at the same club in my last visit – but I told her I thought there was a bit more of a production line feel for me to really enjoy it. Claire seemed to have a twinkle in her eye as she probed me

‘Don’t you think that might be part of the fun, though? Knowing the guys are just using your body for wanking, basically! Or is it because you’re a bit shy, perhaps? Do you prefer to keep things behind closed doors?’

‘To be honest,’ I said, ‘I’m not sure exactly what it is. If I fancy the guy I don’t mind being used – within reason. I don’t have to know his name, as long as he has a cock that he knows how to use! And I definitely like the idea of an audience. So I suppose I should like it, and yet…’

My voice tailed off as a bend in the road came up. I slowed down, and we passed the car park for a picnic site. It looked deserted.

‘No doggers tonight,’ said Claire.

‘They’re probably all going down the club to fuck you, darling!’ I said. She laughed, and we changed the subject.

‘You’ll be on fluffing duty tonight,’ said Claire, ‘Which means in addition to stopping sober enough to drive us back this evening you get to make sure my co-stars are raring to go. Feeling guys up, giving them one off the wrist just enough to get them hard, that kind of thing.’

‘Do I get to give any blow jobs?’ I asked, innocently.

‘If you like, but remember the object of the exercise is to film me getting fucked and covered in jizz. So don’t take it too far! Seriously, though, I don’t really mind what you get up to with them, provided you pass them on for me to finish off!’

We arrived at the club and changed into our outfits for the evening. In Claire’s case this meant some very shiny, black leather boots that reached to her thighs and a bra designed to push her large breasts upwards and outwards. I was more sedately dressed, but still showing off a good deal of cleavage, with heels and the promise of stockings underneath my skirt. We mingled for a while, then the cameras started rolling and Claire got on her back on a raised platform, and the highlight of the evening got under way. The first couple were eager and hardly needed any attention, so I kept out of camera shot and waited. A slightly older guy, naked, seemed to be having a little difficulty maintaining his erection, so I knelt in front of him and sucked him to a respectable hardness (and a decent size too!) I felt him take hold of my head, so I pulled back a little, and scolded at him.

‘Sorry, normally I wouldn’t mind, but I’m under orders from Claire to make sure that all spunk shot tonight winds up on her!’

As luck would have it Claire’s previous lover had just finished, so I sent him into battle, where he acquitted himself well, covering her tits with a heavy load of cum. It may sound silly, but I felt a little sense of pride, knowing my low job had contributed to Claire’s video!

I sucked and rubbed a few more guys, and looked on as Claire took them on, sucking, fucking and finishing them off by hand. I helped a few out by fitting rubbers to them before they fucked her, and one or two others by peeling the condoms off afterwards, and even giving one a helping hand to finish on her.

After we had filmed about half a dozen guys taking advantage of Claire, I found myself wondering if perhaps I was wrong not to join in with her, but then things took a slight turn from what I was expecting. I had seen two guys who seemed to be hanging back a little. One was in his twenties, I guessed, and the other looked a bit older, perhaps late thirties or early forties. He seemed content – in fact excited – to watch as I played with the guys and got them ready for Claire. The younger guy was less reticent, and I got the idea that maybe he viewed me as more interesting than her. In a little while he got to the front of the queue, then stood there, smiling at me. I had been rather matter of fact up to this point, but he put his arms round me and hugged me. With his cheek pressed to mine, I heard him whisper something in my ear. I didn’t quite catch it, but the look on the older guy’s face – I was looking into his eyes as the younger man put his arms around me – was a wonderful mixture of delight and jealousy. I pulled away from my fan just a little (he didn’t want to let go!), and said,

‘Sorry, I didn’t catch that?’

‘Would it be OK to kiss you, Lorna?’

‘I don’t see why not,’ I said.

He closed his eyes and put his head on one side, obviously anticipating something rather passionate. I think with the sight of my friend getting fucked and spunked over quite so enthusiastically I was perhaps a little more turned on than usual, so I went along with him, angling my face the other way, then taking his head in my hands and holding him tight as I french kissed him. My eyes sought out the older guy, and I winked at him across the room as I put my tongue into the younger man’s mouth. He stared back at me, so I let go of my young admirer with one hand, and used it to put his hand on my breast, pressing down on the backs of his fingers. The older guy looked to be in ecstacy, and we looked into each other’s eyes as the kiss went on. I had almost forgotten about the guy I was snogging, till he broke off and panted a little, head lowered and looking at me from two or three inches away. I put my hand between his legs and found him very hard and rather long.

‘So, are you ready for her?’ I asked playfully.

‘Christ, I’m ready for you, my darling,’ he said. I felt a little sad.

‘Sorry, I’m not on the menu tonight. Maybe some other time?’

He smiled and nodded, as if he had been half-expecting the knock-back. I kissed him again, less passionately this time, and he turned away. I looked around. The older guy seemed to have vanished – perhaps the sight of me stroking the younger man’s erection had been too much for him, so I left Claire to attend to the guys who wanted seconds, and made my way to the bar for another soda and lime.

As we drove home Claire seemed to be buzzing. She thanked me a couple of times for my assistance, and said she hoped I had found the experience interesting, if perhaps not as satisfying as the time she had had! I was a little distracted by the two guys, so I missed something she said, and asked her to repeat it.

‘I said, “just pull in here a moment will you, Lorna”.’

She was smiling, then I realized we were turning into the deserted picnic spot. It was still quite deserted, but not totally. A blue Vauxhall waited next to a hedge that screened the car park from the road. The headlights flashed twice.

‘If you pull in just there,’ said Claire, ‘it won’t be so far to walk.’

As if in a daze, I realized Claire had unfastened my seat belt, then her own. She got out of the car and walked across to the blue car. The doors opened and two figures got out. She walked over to them and threaded her arm round the waist of one, before offering her hand to the other. The three of them then walked back towards my car.

‘Bloody hell, Claire,’ I said, ‘don’t tell me you didn’t get enough back at the club! You’re not going to fuck these guys here as well, are you?’

‘No darling!’ she replied, ‘Whatever made you think that?’ She left the guys standing there, then walked over and opened my driver door. She gestured for me to get out.

‘You are.’

In the dim sidelights of my car I recognised my young fan, and beside him the older guy. It was as if we just picked up where we had left off, the youngster taking me in his arms and kissing me as if his life depended on it, the older one just watching, watching as if he was desperate to do the same, but prevented from doing it in some way. With just the four of us, Claire took hold of the older guy’s hand and watched as my young fan set about seducing me. His kisses were deep and passionate, but not too frantic. I felt any resistance I might have had crumbling as his tongue and fingers prepared me for the sex I had been wanting earlier in the evening. His hand moved between my legs, and I knew he was going to find me wet and willing. With a wicked smile Claire moved closer, and patted the front of my car.

‘Time to christen it, Lorna Blu?’

Feeling utterly wanton and very ready I leaned back across the bonnet and opened my legs. Claire beckoned the older guy over with a flick of her head.

‘Come on Richard, you can’t just watch from over there! Make yourself useful and help hold her down.’

With that Claire took a quite gentle hold of my left wrist. Nervously Richard took the right, and together they spread-eagled me across the bonnet. Under any other circumstances I should have felt something else, but all I did feel was lust. My young fan tongue kissed me once more, then undid his trousers. His erection was as long and as hard as I remembered from the club, and I gasped a little as he edged it inside me a little at a time.

‘Oh, this is Neil, by the way,’ said Claire, waiting till he was buried in my body to the root before performing the introduction. I have to say I didn’t really mind, as when Neil started to move I found out very quickly that he was a skilled and athletic lover, and I gave myself over to his attentions completely. I saw Claire and Richard exchanging glances as we fucked, then Claire spoke to him.

‘Any minute now. Do you want to hold her breasts while Neil finishes, or would you rather just watch?’

That was when I realised Richard got his thrill from watching, so I played up to it a little.

Fuck, this is good! I love the fact that you’re here to see this. Here…feel my tits.’

I pulled my hand towards my chest, with his following. I pulled my top down, then planted his fingers on my left breast. It didn’t escape my notice that he was using the other hand to undo his flies. He started to wank. I gave him a few seconds, then tried to guess what would turn him on (and Neil too, with any luck!)

‘Hold me. While he comes up me.’

I got two groans for the price of one! Claire watched, fascinated, as Richard’s hips bucked and his knees almost gave way as he came, hot jets of cum that splashed on the paintwork of my car. Neil gave a throaty grunt, and I felt his hips slam into me as he pumped jet after jet of semen inside me.

There was a pause, then Claire said,

‘That is the horniest thing I’ve seen in years, Lorna. I just wish I’d thought to bring the camera with me!’

The guys made their way back to their car, and I straightened my skirt and top.

‘Why do I get the sense that was a little setup?’ I asked, as we resumed the journey back to Claire’s.

‘Well, it was, just a little,’ she said, ‘I’ll brief you more fully when we get back home. Or should I say “debrief” – this is definitely a story I need to get you into bed to tell properly!’

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Lorna Blu in Isolation
Hello Everyone,

Somehow I think I might not be visiting as many of my friends over the next few weeks, at least until we get a clearer idea of where events are going. Even if people aren’t ill themselves, the fact that there are going to be more wives around (and yes, Melissa, husbands too, unfortunately!) may make intimate fun a little harder to arrange.

I have to be honest with you, I don’t exactly know how that will impact on my sex life. One thing I expect that I’ll have to do is to be more responsible for my own pleasure. With that in mind I was looking through some of my older material recently when I found a lovely video from a few years back. Seeing as both you and I are likely to be isolated for a while, why don’t I tell you a little about it, and the reason it got me reaching for my rabbit!

Most of the shoots I do nowadays are what you might call less formal. Many of them I do myself, but that wasn’t always the way in the past, and for this particular shoot I had a very specific image in mind. Getting things just right meant a good amount of quite expensive equipment and a someone skilled to operate it. Now some porn is literally “quick and dirty”, but this wasn’t one of those. There was a lot of setup time, a lot of makeup time, there were angles to consider, lights to point, check, then maybe point again and so on. Under the circumstances filming can be more of a chore than a delight (so if you are thinking of becoming a porn star stud do bear this in mind!)

My co-star was a younger man called Carl whom I hadn’t met before. He had appeared in some shoots and had a reputation of being easy to work with and, he had a good-sized, reliable cock. While the camera and lights were being erected I decided (seeing as I was directing things) it might be as well if he and I got to know each other better, so I set about getting him erected as well!

He was a good looking guy, so it was not exactly a chore to take him to one side in a corner of the studio, sit him down and get close to him. After a bit of discussion, where I told him exactly what I wanted from the shoot, I got a little brave and asked if he was hard yet. He suggested I should find out the old fashioned way, then took my hand and put it into his lap. I could feel movement under my hand, and instinctively curved my fingers around him. We started kissing; I opened my mouth to him straight away and was delighted that even though he accepted my invitation he still went about the business off finding my tonsils quite tenderly! I felt him stiffening and growing even harder, then had to put my director’s hat on a moment.

‘I’d better stop,’ I said, ‘I don’t want to take the edge off your performance before we get the camera rolling, now do I?’

‘Fair enough,’ he said, ‘but I don’t suppose there’s anything wrong about working on your edge, is there?’

I was trying to work out what he might mean when I realized his hand was already moving inside my gown, then I gasped a little as he started to finger me. I don’t know whether it was the anticipation of the shoot or the fact that he was really good at it – which he was! – but I found myself far more turned on than I would have thought possible. After what only seemed a few seconds I was squirming under his attentions, and making little gasping noises as his fingers moved inside me. I started to make a moaning noise (which distracted the cameraman!), and Carl glanced at the cameraman, shook his head slightly, then put his mouth on mine again, stifling the sighs I made while he brought me to orgasm by filling my mouth with his tongue.

I felt a little odd afterwards. It was perhaps the fact that I felt I ought to be calling the shots, and perhaps because I thought he might be a bit smug at having got me to come with his hand. I stayed friendly enough, of course, but set to thinking about making sure things went on my terms. The cameraman was ready for us by now, so I got my outfit on we got into position. I say outfit, it was more of a nice, low-cut cotton top. The first thing to check was the framing, so we got into position. I was sitting on a stool, with Carl standing next to me. That seemed to fit in OK at first, and we shot a little footage with me tilting my head slightly sideways and gently biting into his erection through his trousers. His cock was nicely firm between my teeth and I was pleased to see he was still interested in me!

I kept him there just long enough for some slightly unconventional footage, and also to get him nearer. But not too near – I had something in mind for him, after all! We broke off for a moment, still in the same positions, then I innocently asked him if I could help him out of his trousers. I nodded to the cameraman, then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. I put my hand inside and teasingly drew him out. He was very interested in me by now, as I made sure the circumcised head of his cock brushed against my cheek ! Then I stopped for a moment. Again quite innocently I looked up at him, gently tracing my fingertips to and fro over the warm sticky flesh of his head.

‘Could you do me a favour, Carl? I’d like you to reach into my bra and lift my breasts out of the cups.’

The top was fairly low cut, and it struck me that it was a shame not to have my nipples poking visibly through the fabric, seeing as he had done such a good job of getting them so hard in the first place. He was obviously eager, but still quite delicate. He understood what I wanted, and gently lifted my boobs over the edge of the bra, which was reduced to a kind of hammock supporting my breasts and pushing them upwards and outwards. It was a little uncomfortable to be honest, not to mention something of a waste of a very stylish piece of lingerie, but I could see from the cameraman’s reaction it looked amazing, and that was the main thing. I kept stroking Carl’s cock as he did this, then asked the cameraman if the fact that the shot was quite close up would affect things.

‘Is there a way we can do this so he squeezes my tits while I’m pumping his cock?’ I said, fully aware of the effect it would be having on Carl. We tried a couple of different ways, Carl’s hand’s in my cleavage while I stroked him, then a couple of goes where I took the head of his cock into my mouth and gently sucked to and fro. I really was teasing, but the idea was to get as much spunk out of his cock as possible, so I thought it was justified on artistic grounds! He was so close to coming that it must have been quite cruel to hear me say,
‘Hang on, can I redo my lipstick? I really want bright red cocksucker’s lips for this!’

I flashed him a Little Miss Innocent smile, then made him hold the mirror while I sorted myself out. It was like being next to a steam boiler in a cartoon where the pressure gauge was climbing towards “danger”!

‘Right, I think we’re ready,’ I said to the two guys, ‘I don’t think the shot will work if we have your hands and my hands in the way, so can you just think of a way of bringing yourself off over me?’

He drew in a breath, then as the cameraman said, ‘OK, we’re rolling’ he did just what I wanted. With a free hand going visibly round the back of my head, he scrunched my neatly brushed blonde hair into a handle and used it to pull my face close. His hand moved on the shaft of his cock for just a few strokes (I really must have been keeping him close to the boil. Under the circumstances I could quite understand his improvised line of dialogue,

‘Right, you fucking cock-teasing bitch, you’ve fucking asked for this and you’re fucking going to get it. Christ!’

What I wanted was that thick, almost jelly-like spunk that looks so good on a woman’s face. And Carl gave me it – in bucketloads! There was a streak on my cheek, another to the tip of my nose, two lots that plastered my cocksucking lips and finally some that gathered on my chin, before gravity took over and his cream dripped down onto my tits. I turned slightly to camera, to show just how messed up my face was, then gave way to temptation and started licking my lips, rolling my tongue round to glaze my lipstick with his juice.

I carried on for a few seconds, licking his present to me from my face, then using my finger to pick up more spunk from my face and transfer it to my mouth.

‘Did you get all that?’ I asked the cameraman. We needed a long shot to fade on. He nodded.

‘It’s in the can.’

With the shoot over we went to separate rooms to get cleaned up and changed back into our normal civilian clothes. I had a quick word with the video guy, then once he and I had sorted out what we needed to get done I set goodbye and headed towards the door. Carl was waiting for me. I looked at him with a mock stern expression, and said,

‘So, “fucking cock-teasing bitch”, am I?’

He grinned, sheepishly.

‘It was too late to ask you what my motivation was.’

I laughed as it was such a silly thing to say. and I felt he deserved an explanation.

‘Sorry to do that to you, but I wanted a really explosive cumshot and I figured you would only have enough juice for one powerful in you at a time.’

‘Not a problem,’ came the reply, ‘it was lovely taking direction from you like that!’

I smiled at him and said,

‘Do you think you might have enough left after that for a nice, long, leisurely fuck?’

‘I’m sure I could run to one,’ he said, ‘but shouldn’t you have said something before we got changed?’

I stood on tip-toe and leaned in to kiss him before whispering,

‘Who said anything about filming it?’

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

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Paying for Pleasure
Hello Everyone,

Hopefully, this little tale will cheer you up in these difficult times …

I found myself in an unusual situation not that long ago. That probably sounds a little odd, seeing as many of the situations in my life are not that commonplace, but this was certainly an exception!

Work had taken me away from home for a night. I had thought that I might be able to fit in a booking or two, but I didn’t know for sure what time my day would finish, so I had no hard and fast plans. The one guy who had got in touch and seemed my likeliest customer turned out to have a change of heart, or at least a change of plans when I called him up after clocking of time. That has happened to me before – no-shows are sometimes a fact of life – and I wouldn’t normally have been too bothered. Except that the day job had been a bit too dull on this particular occasion, and I had been looking forward to a little naughtiness to help me enjoy the evening.

I had got myself presentable before I got the bad news, so I was washed and scrubbed up and ready to go. I rang down to reception to order some wine, with the thought that I might be able to seduce the waiter, but the young lad they sent up with it looked barely old enough to drink the stuff legally, let alone handle a voluptuous, randy mature woman! (I wouldn’t mind betting that he wanked over the thought of it later though!) I was in the mood for love, and sitting down to see what was on TV with a glass of red looked as if it might be the best the night could offer.

Luckily, just as I was getting resigned to the idea of having an early night and relieving myself in bed, a friend of mine rang up. I explained the situation and she laughed at me.

‘Darling, why don’t you do what the men who call you do? Book yourself an escort. It’s what I would do!’

‘Really?’

‘Of course. Every now and again….here, let me give you a number!’

I think I had managed to miss the obvious solution, so I thanked her, making a mental note that I owed her one. If she had been in the area I might have given her one there and then, but I will save that for another time! So, armed with a number and an agency name, I did a little bit of window shopping , made a choice and telephoned in my selection! The guy I had put top of my list was available that evening, and could be with me quickly. Excited, I made the booking, then sat back to think about what I had done.

I actually had a few butterflies in my tummy! It was something of a new experience for me, but the arrangement was convenient, I didn’t have to go out looking for a lover, and I wouldn’t have to have any aftermath to take into account. I already knew all these reasons, or course, because they are exactly the same as the ones that clients use about me, but the tables were turned a little for a change. I was getting quite excited at the prospect, when there came a polite knock at the door and all of a sudden Dan was there.

My first impressions were of a handsome guy of a sensible age, very nicely turned out. The suit and tie made him look like a businessman calling to discuss matters of great importance with a valuable client, and in a sense that was true! I let him in, we sat down together, I took care of the formalities and then we got down to the business of getting to know each other.

I stressed that I didn’t want to swing from the chandelier, but I had to feel he was someone I could trust.

‘I know just what you mean,’ he said, ‘just put yourself in my hands!’

That was exactly the reason I had booked him, so I took another sip of red and snuggled into his firm shoulder! That led to a little eye-gazing, then our hands encountered each other as we started to kiss. We both backed off a little, then I felt the tantalising touch of his skilful fingertips on my breast as I gently explored his crotch. I decided I was getting a little too carried away, so in between kisses I forced myself to turn my attention to his jacket and waistcoat, gently undoing buttons. That led to some slightly more adventurous kissing. I have to admit I’m something of a sucked (no pun intended!) for that delicious moment when a guy french kisses me for the first time, and I let him know that his tongue in my mouth is a symbol that I will open my body up to him in other ways!

Dan’s tie and jacket were off in next to no time. I quite liked the “clothed female, naked male” idea that I seemed to be working on, and he needed little encouragement to get completely naked for me, while I still had everything including my heels on! I caressed his balls and cock, then leaned over to take him deep into my mouth. I didn’t spend too long sucking him, as though I knew he was a professional I had something else in mind for his fine, fat cock! I stood up and started to strip myself, losing the knee-length lack skirt and the low-cut red top that had clung so lovingly to my breasts while I sucked him. I did a twirl for him in my dazzling black lingerie, to which he replied with some very pleased noises, particularly when he saw the way my breasts overflowed my bra. The noises got more complimentary, when I knelt between his legs and started to suck him that little bit harder, and more complimentary still, when I stood up and peeled my panties down as I told him I was ready to fuck!

I was pleased to see he had brought condoms – plural! – and carefully fitted one for him as he laid back and enjoyed the view, then gently introduced the tip of his cock to my warm, moist pussy lips, then lowered myself onto his erection, savouring every centimetre as he entered me, while his hands moved up to my tits and squeezed them in time with me rising and falling.

The speed and depth soon picked up, and I found myself letting go of sexual tension I didn’t even know I had! My first climax took my almost by surprise, his fingers kneading my buttocks as the waves of orgasm went through me. I climbed off and kissed him, my elegant fingers taking hold of his still-hard erection and making sure he stayed keen! I rolled on my back and opened my legs to him , and to my delight he took his place between my thighs and started to give me some lovely oral sex that made me squeak in a rather unladylike way as I came for a second time.

I was feeling quite wanton by this point, and held my pussy lips open while I masturbated for him to watch. It was a little too much of a tease – I can be good at that! – and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations as he slipped into me once more, then took me in a hard and fast missionary fuck that gave me orgasm number three, one where my head went from side to side while I told him to fuck me harder and not hold back.

I think he must have sensed that I was getting a little tender down there, because about then he stopped, pulled out, and rolled the condom off.

‘Oh yes, go on, shoot over me!’ I whispered, breathing in to give him as much breast as I could for him to aim at. He grunted and the first spurt hit my breast, then I leaned in to take the rest on my face. I opened my mouth and, as I had hoped, he coated my tongue with hot, creamy spunk. I wiggled my tongue over the head of his cock as he came, and was rewarded with a full coating of his juice. I swallowed a couple of times, then gently licked the end once more, provoking ne last jet of warm creaminess to take down my throat. I smiled up at him as I flopped back, well and truly fucked, and beautifully relieved as a result!

Be sure to check out the video ‘Paying for Pleasure’ You’ll love it!

Stay safe!

Love and Kisses,

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A Quick Fix
Hello, my horny friends!

Sometimes an enjoyable meeting is enjoyable because there has been a lot of forethought and planning put into it, but sometimes it is enjoyable precisely because it is unplanned, spontaneous and perhaps even just a little bit dangerous! This one kind of sits between the two, as you’ll see.

Graham (not his real name!) has been quite happily married for a good many years now, and equally happily taking me to bed on the side over the last two or three years , whenever the opportunity crops up. The opportunity doesn’t crop up all that often, because Rachel (not her real name either!) doesn’t leave him to his own devices all that often. Our get-togethers usually involve a fair amount of advance notice and negotiation as we get our diaries out and compare dates.

Graham messaged me to suggest a couple of possible dates a few days apart, when his other half was off all day. I checked with my diary and found the second date was completely free, but the first had two clashes. I let him know, and he came back straight away to say the second was fine or him too, so that became a firm booking. I asked about the kind of outfit he’d like me to wear, and signed off job done!

Now not every confirmed booking comes to pass, and as it happened a few days later I had a cancellation. Not Graham’s booking, I hasten to add, but one of the two on the earlier date that Graham had suggested. Driving to the second meeting would take me out into the sticks, not a million miles from Graham’s place, a fact that wasn’t lost on me. I didn’t plan to do anything about it, of course – I had someone else to think about at the end of that journey, remember – but that morning I got a plaintive little message from Graham saying he had woken up horny and wished I had been there.

The coincidence was very tempting, but I messaged him back saying the outfit I had chosen for the day was a little sedate and would probably not be to his tastes (lacy and/or frilly lingerie, in case you were wondering!), but he sent back saying the way he was feeling he probably wouldn’t care, and that I should just surprise him. I have never been good at resisting temptation…

There’s a little pull-in in the road outside Graham’s place. I parked up and walked around the back of the house, tapping on the window of the recently-built conservatory he had told me about, and startling him into the bargain. He got up and walked to the door and let me in.

‘Lorna! I hope I haven’t got my dates mixed up!’

I looked him up and down; a black t-shirt, grey cotton trousers that might have been part of a track suit for someone a bit more inclined to exercise and slippers.

‘I’m glad you made the effort, just on the off chance!’ I replied. He’s very easy-going and I knew I would make him laugh. He did.

‘Tea..coffee…or something stronger?’

‘Tempting,’ I said, ‘but I’m still on a mission. I’ve just popped in to ask directions, you see. Can’t stop more than a few minutes, I’m afraid.’

He nodded, then realisation spread across his face. He smiled, broadly.

‘So, you’ve come to assist with my…condition, have you?’

I could see the specific condition he meant, poking through the front of his trousers.

‘In a manner of speaking, yes,’ I said, ‘only we can’t really do anything to mess up the outfit. For later, you see?’

He nodded.

‘That kind of rules out most of what I would have wanted to do, unfortunately…’

‘But not all,’ I replied, ‘I realise that sometimes sexual release is…important. That’s why I have come round. To help you with that release… give you a hand…’

With that I put my hand flat on his chest and pushed him down onto the sofa, then sat alongside him, pushing my boobs into the side of his body. I looked into his eyes from six inches away, then closed my eyes and moved closer. I let his tongue into my mouth, then drew a line up his thigh from just above his kneecap with my right index finger. My fingertips found his erection, and gently squeezed it as his tongue went for my tonsils. He was breathing heavily as I gently squeezed the head of his cock.

‘No chance of a blow job?’ he asked. I shook my head.

‘I’ll have to fix my lipstick before this afternoon as it stands,’ I said, ‘How would you feel knowing you were french kissing someone who had just taken another guy’s load of spunk in her mouth?’

‘Actually, I wouldn’t mind as much as you might think,’ he said, ‘but I take your point!’

I made a mental note of his answer – it might prove useful later! – and went back to tongue kissing him. My tongue in his mouth, for a change, while my hand slipped inside the elasticated waist band of his track suit bottoms and began to pump him. Not too frantically, but enough to get him finishing sooner rather than later. His breathing started speeding up, and his hips began twitching and kicking. Not long now, I thought!

‘I love this conservatory,’ I told him, still wanking him, ‘Have you ever had an orgasm in here before?’

I heard a low moan, and he whispered,

‘No.’

He was very close now! I kissed him again, and pushed my boobs forward. His hands moved over my body, one hand weighting and gently cupping my right breast.

‘I’m sorry this is just a hand job for now, Graham, but I will make it up to you. Next time I visit, you can fuck me in here.’

I kissed him again, then whispered into his ear,

‘Unprotected….’

It was very naughty of me, but it had the desired effect! He groaned, and I felt the warmth of his semen on the back of my hand. A dark grey damp patch spread over the crotch of his trousers as I milked him dry, while his fingers squeezed my boob into submission. I sat and waited for him to calm down a little, then looked into his eyes once more. I dropped my head into his lap, putting the damp patch at the top of the tentpole in his trousers between my lips, then bit down a little, playing my tongue-tip over the end. His hand never left my breast.

‘Nice?’

‘Nice? Fucking fantastic! Is it any wonder I love you?’

‘You always say that when you come with me!’ I said. He blushed. I didn’t really mind.

‘Right, I need to borrow your bathroom, fix my makeup and get back on the road. And you…well, you need to find some dry trousers, if nothing else!’

On the way out we touched cheeks as I made sure my lipstick remained intact.

‘Six days,’ I said, ‘Six days and then…remember?’

‘Oh, I’ll remember!’

(Hmmm … I’ll have to wiggle out of that one!)

Sweet kisses,

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The First-timer
Hello again,

I hope that wherever you are reading this latest post you are not one of those unfortunate people whose life has been seriously affected by the floods we’ve been having recently. In my part of the world the weather has made travelling quite unpleasant at best and downright dangerous at worst. I have tried to maintain my outcall service despite the weather (I sound like a little the Pony Express there!) but I think I would need an experienced pilot and a helicopter to get through to some parts of the country! Fortunately this story about a new male friend of mine took place before the two bad storms, though it still had its hazards!

Roger sounded a lovely chap on the phone, gave me clear directions on how and when to get to him and kept me up-to-date with some final ‘tweaks’ to his schedule, without filling my inbox with too many texts. I thought he must have been trained by a previous escort on how to get the pre-meet contact just right, but it turned out that I was to be his first. Some guys get a little nervous if this is the case, so it’s usually worth mentioning it to anybody you try to book. Some girls may not be keen on first-timers, but we all have to start somewhere, don’t we? I like to think I am an ideal ice-breaker, as I can adapt to suit and I don’t have a script that I follow. As you will see this came in handy in my meet with Roger!

I got to his place a few minutes early. He had asked me not to park directly outside, so I didn’t know how long the walk would take. I didn’t take a change of outfit, as I thought a woman carrying a suitcase for a one-hour visit might look a little odd. Perhaps I should get some signs made up for my car, telling people I am a door-to-door sales rep? In a way it’s true! Anyway, this rather attractive guy in his mid-forties opened the door smiling, didn’t need prompting to pass over the envelope containing my fee and even got me a drink. So far so good!

We sat in the lounge chatting for a while, just getting to know each other, but when after a few minutes we were still making polite conversation I decided to take the bull by the horns and asked if he had booked an escort before. He was a little nervous and said no, so I decided that perhaps the best thing would be if I ran the show.

I moved closer to him on the sofa. It’s amazing how this makes for an intimate experience in its own way, but under the right circumstances. Here I saw him tense up slightly, so I stroked his cheek and saw him flinch a little more. So, as delicately as I could, I asked if he was alright. Without wanting to go into too much detail it seems his domestic arrangements were in a state of flux. He and his other half were going through a bit of a rough patch, but it obviously felt a little unusual for him to be in a sexual situation with another woman. I think at that point he wouldn’t have minded if I had just walked out, but I didn’t think that was the right way to handle the situation. I wanted him to derive some sexual satisfaction from my visit!

I started by suggesting to him that maybe some kissing and foreplay wouldn’t really cross any thresholds. I told him he was attractive, put my arm around his shoulder and asked if he found me attractive enough to kiss me. He said of course he did, and after a little hesitation leaned closer to me and put his cheek against mine, then turned his head slightly and put his lips on my cheek. I waited. He hesitated a little, then did it again, this time turning a little further so our lips met more fully.

“Go on,” I whispered, “you can if you want. I’ll let you!”

I opened my mouth to him, and after another tentative peck, he rocked his head to one side and we began to French kiss. His tongue tasted minty, so he had obviously got himself ready to have me, until the cold feet started to set in! I moved a little closer and asked a question I don’t usually have to –

“Would you like to hold my boobs?”

He really did seem to be having difficulties with doing this, so I kissed him again (not quite so deeply this time), then whispered,

“It’s OK. You don’t have to do anything. But I have an idea if you’d like to give it a try?”

He nodded, his head gently bumping against mine, and I told him something that I hoped he could go along with.

“I know it’s difficult for you, because I’m not her. So here’s what I’d like you to do. Just think of me as a porn clip. Can you do that? Nearly every man I have ever met masturbates while watching and thinking of another woman. Just pretend I’m a video clip you are watching.”

He seemed to relax a little at the idea, and nodded. I decided to risk another tongue kiss with him, then pulled away and undid my top a little.

“You’ll need to get your cock out,” I said, “I can’t do it for you because I’m a video clip, remember?”

He unzipped himself with barely any hesitation, and the thought struck me he really was up for it, he just didn’t want to do it for real just yet. His cock was hard; uncircumcised and a more than respectable size.

I pouted and licked my lips, telling him how nice his cock looked and how much I wanted it inside me. I waited a second, then as nothing appeared to be happening I asked, in a slightly hurt tone of voice,

“Don’t you want to wank for Lorna, then?”

His hand began to move. I made a note of the way he rubbed himself, because I wanted to be able to do it to his taste if the time ever came! I just whispered dirty encouragement to him, then reached into my top and pulled my breasts out. The whole thing was quite arousing for me, and I was pleased to show him my large nipples firm with the desire he had brought about.

“Just stop for a moment,” I said, “and wipe the head of your erection on my nipples, if you could?”

He took a deep breath and did so. I felt the warmth of his flesh, lubricated by the salty moisture of his pre-cum. First one, then the other. I smiled, then made sure he watched as I bent close, running the tip of my tongue over each firm nipple.

“I like the taste of a man’s pre-cum,” I said, “I think it’s my second favourite sexual flavour. I bet you can guess what my favourite is though…”

I knew he was thinking what I was thinking, and I smiled and shoved my bare breasts towards him.

“Come on, give me it. Give me your tribute. Squirt it all over me – show me how much you can cum!”

The answer, it turned out, was quite a lot! He coated my tits with long, rope-like splashes of semen, and managed to get some into my hair as he tried to shoot onto my cheek. I leaned back and opened my mouth, to show him I wouldn’t mind if he got some inside me, but his outburst had probably taken a little too much out of him by that stage. I smiled my most wicked smile at him, then lowered my head to lick my tits clean of his warm, salty juice.

So it’s perhaps ironic that a guy called Roger didn’t actually get to have full sex with me, but I think we both got something out of the experience. He got his rocks off over my boobs, and I got an insight into the thought processes of a man perhaps not as self-possessed and assertive as we are sometimes lead to believe. I think I might dabble with some jerkoff instruction videos. Let me know if you like the idea and I’ll see what I can come up with!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

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Blu Basque and bondage
Hello everyone,

When it comes to sex there is sometimes a certain pleasure in denial, teasing and release. This is something I have been thinking about with some close friends. Let me know what you think of this scenario…

It’s Friday. I’ve been waiting for today. I know you have! It’s late afternoon, you’ve managed to arrange things so you finish early today, and you’re at your place waiting for a knock at the door. If I’m honest with you I was tempted to be just a couple of minutes late, so that I would build up your anticipation and uncertainty just that little bit more, but then I thought that wasn’t really fair on either of us. So the gentle knock comes at half-past three, just as I said it would. You open the door and smile warmly.

The conversation is friendly, but slightly aloof. Nothing you can put your finger on exactly, but there is a certain distance in my manner. You can tell by the expression in my eyes that I have erotic thoughts in mind, and just to put your mind at rest I put a finger to your lips to hush you, then I put my tongue between them to get you hard. I don’t think you were expecting that, nor the brazen way I have put my hand right onto your crotch, to check whether I need to stroke some life into your penis. It seems I don’t! Good – that will save time later…

I feel your hands opening the sensible coat that I have worn to arrive at your house, undoing buttons, then sliding under my coat and moving up my body as you search out my boobs. I let you have a brief explore, loving the catch in your voice as your fingers touch me, pressing gently in and weighing my left breast. I even gasp a little, then put my tongue deeper into your mouth, before my hands are on the move, taking hold of yours and removing them from my body.

‘I hope you enjoyed that quick fumble,’ I whisper into your ear, ‘because my body is going to be off-limits to you from now on. Today it’s “look, but don’t touch”.’

You look a little surprised, especially when I put the tip of my tongue into your ear, and slowly rub my thumb over the head of your cock through your trousers.

‘For you,’ I explain, ‘that doesn’t apply to me, of course.’

I show you my fingers, the perfect, delicately varnished nails are impeccable. I look into your eyes as my hand moves down your body once more. You look back at me as I wiggle my thumb to and fro, the nail pressing into the rim at the head of your cock.

‘I can tell this is going to be difficult for you,’ I say. ‘Let’s get you into the bedroom and undressed and I’ll explain what I plan to do about that.’

I give you my bag to carry, but even weighed down you are there in seconds. I think somebody might be in the mood for love! By the time I get into your bedroom you are already half-undressed. I watch with interest as you strip naked, then I suggest you lie down on the bed. I sit next to you. You’re wondering why I haven’t taken my coat off, judging by the way you can’t resist trying to take it off me.

‘You see,’ I say, ‘you’re just not very good at resisting temptation. It’s quite unfair of me, of course, but that doesn’t help any. Fortunately I anticipated this might happen.’

You’re intrigued as I reach into the bag, and excited when you see the rope I bring out. In a smooth movement I turn it into a long letter “m”, then twist a few gentle loops into the upper half. I put the loops together and look at you. You are a little surprised at what I have done, but you catch on to what I want, holding out your arm as I slips the loops over your fingers then over your hand and down to your wrist. I slide the loops toward your arm, then push you back onto the bed. It’s the work of a few seconds to tie you to the leg of the bed, and not that much longer to do the same on the other side. I like the look of a “Y” shaped you. Two more lengths of rope later I find I like the look of an “X”-shaped you even more.

It’s time to take my coat off.

You knew I was wearing heels. You were fairly sure I was wearing stockings. You might have hoped there would be suspenders. You might have guessed at the lace trimming on my basque, from the few seconds I permitted you to feel my breasts, but you wouldn’t have known about the iridescent blue satin trim, the neckline plunging to show so much of my bosom, or the diaphanous lace jacket that overlays it all. From your cock I can tell it meets with your approval, though, and I spend the next few minutes making you watch, helpless, as I pose, posture and undress just a little bit further, teasing you, showing you from almost within kissing distance just how hard my nipples are becoming under your gaze, the fingernail stroked the head of your cock now gently pinching the flesh you’re dying to possess.

I climb onto the bed. Almost touching, but not quite. I open my legs to you, watching you decide how you would take me, if only I hadn’t made it impossible for you. I turn away and crouch, a 69 position in all but closeness, and those delicate perfect nails pull my buttocks apart. I let you wonder where your tongue would love to go first. I can feel the warmth of your breath on me there, and in turn I let you feel the warmth of my breath on your groin. If you are paying attention – I’m sure you are! – you’ll have noticed that I my hands aren’t on my bottom any more. They are on the inside of your thighs, starting just above your knees, then sliding slowly upwards. They don’t stop when I run out of leg. One cups and lifts your testicles, while the other moves underneath your bottom, gently parting your buttocks.

I wish I could see the expression on your face when my middle finger goes in, but I can’t. I need to have my head here so I can engulf your cock with my lips as I penetrate you , so I don’t miss that first jet of hot spunk as you start to come explosively. I hear you moan as you fill my mouth. I wait till you have finished then turn around to face you. I don’t need to show you just how much juice you have pumped into my mouth, but I do want to show you how much I enjoy swallowing your load.

I’m still smiling at you, about to bend over for another kiss, when we hear the knock at the front door. You look a little alarmed.

‘Don’t worry,’ I tell you, ‘that will be Pippa. She said she might be available. We were discussing what I was going to do with you. She’s always wanted to fuck a guy while he’s tied up. If that is OK with you…?’

Love and Kisses,

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Burns Night
Hello,

It was Burns Night again recently and this time round I decided to head off to a venue not far from me that has been getting some nice reviews since it changed hands last year. I decided I’d go for this lovely, white look. I hope you like it!

A few days before the night out I decided I should do a few solo photos with it on. Sometimes I can feel a little self-conscious, but for some reason this time round I just got into the mood right away! It helped that one of my regular email contacts got in touch with me to suggest I should give what he called “virginal white” a try. I think perhaps “virginal” is pushing it a little, but he did have a point with something he wrote – there’s nothing like the appearance of purity to set the scene for some downright dirty goings-on!

I won’t go into too much detail as to what he said, but the shots of me standing by the wall are probably getting him unzipping right now! I know he fantasised about us being so turned on during an evening out that we just have to find a little alleyway so he could push me up against a wall, lift the hem of my skirt, pull my panties to one side and take me there and then. Perhaps I need to offer that as a special role-play, I can think of at least one customer who would really enjoy it! Might you be another?

When we have finished our urgent business, we would walk back to his place, maybe pausing from time to time so we could get some deep kissing done, to keep us in the mood! I’m thinking warmer nights for this, incidentally, as I like the idea of having just this dress on, without the need for a thick, cold-weather coat to keep the chill off my body. The plus side of that is it makes my boobs nice and accessible. I know many a man who is really turned on by the thought of cupping my full, natural breasts as he explores my willing mouth with his tongue. Do you want to know the best part? So am I!

So we get through the front door, and I order him – or should I say you? – to relax while I slip out of something less comfortable. Oh, the dress is lovely, don’t get me wrong, but I want to see the expression on your face as I sit on your chair, then teasingly slip down straps, lift up my hem (this time in a place with enough light for you to see my naked flesh more clearly) and generally do my best to bring you to a state of lovely, firm anticipation.

Speaking of anticipation ,perhaps it was just as well I was by myself when I did this shoot, I’m not sure I could have trusted myself with a photographer there. I remember feeling deliciously wanton as I lay back with my legs wide open, and again as I crouched over the chair, face-down, pulling my cheeks apart to give you a choice of two destinations for your… anyway, it was about that time that the thoughts of what might happen got the better of my, and my fingers did some walking, leading to a very pleasant and deep climax.

Now I started this post with a mention of Burns Night, and I’ve ended up telling you how I had to bring myself off at the thought of what might happen. It’s now February, so obviously Burns Night has come and gone, and you’re probably wondering what *did* happen that night. Well, I went off to dinner alone, and in due course I went home alone, but there is a story to tell about that evening, as I met up with a couple I haven’t seen for many years…

After the way things had turned out over the last couple of Burns Nights, I was rather looking forward to a nice evening out without too many goings-on. In fact, things got off to a very promising start as everybody was milling around in the public bar of a nice venue not that far from my house, waiting to be called through to dinner, when I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned round to see a face I never expected to.

‘Lorna?’

‘Caroline? Good God! What are you doing here?’

‘Paul and I are having a short break. What are you doing here?’

‘Er, I live round here!’

‘Really? Sorry, guess that’s what happens when you lose touch! Are you still with….?’

‘Oh God, no!’

(Nor another three or four she wouldn’t know about, I thought!)

A bit of history is in order here, I think. I first met Caroline shortly after we had left school, and we went on to work together at a caravan and camping site not that far from where we lived. The site owner used to like employing youngsters, mostly I think because it meant he could keep the wages bill down and he didn’t have to keep anyone on for too long. But anyway, for a while Caroline and I were inseparable, and then things changed. As it happened, Paul was probably the main reason. He and I had gone out together, in a not very serious way, for a couple of months while we were at school, and though I dumped him for something I really can’t remember, he still hung around me when he could. In fact I think he got a job at the site to be near me, originally, but then he met Caroline and all of a sudden he only had eyes for her, and vice versa. I could understand things from his point of view, because Caroline always was a stunner. Not so easy to explain the attraction for her, though; I always used to think she could do much better than him. But he must have done something right, because here they were as a couple so many years later, and about to go into the dining room.

‘You must join us!’ said Caroline, the manager said he would fit the two of us in somewhere, I’m sure there’ll be room for you on our table. Unless there’s someone else you’d rather be sitting with…?’

She seemed to be trying to get information out of me, and looked pleased when I said I was just there on my own. Paul, in contrast, seemed a little more stand-offish, but I thought I caught him giving me sideways glances. The table that Caroline had indeed been fitted in, in an alcove a little away from the main body of the room.

‘Good!’ said Caroline, ‘It’ll keep the noise of the poetry down a bit!’

‘Are you not a Burns fan, then?’ I asked, puzzled, ‘only it seems a bit odd to be here if you’re not!’

‘Ah, ‘ said Paul, ‘Robbie’s birthday isn’t the only thing that happened on the 25th. It’s our anniversary, you see.’

‘Yes,’ said Caroline, ‘next year’s our Coral anniversary, Paul has said he’ll take me to Australia to visit the Great Barrier Reef. This one we decided we’re kind of treating ourselves here. And then we run into you, which is a treat in itself, isn’t it darling?’

Paul gave a slightly uncertain smile as his wife nudged him. In the meantime I tried to remember what I knew about anniversaries.

‘Coral? Isn’t that twenty…’

‘Thirty-five,’ said Paul.

I suddenly felt rather old, and my jaw genuinely dropped. Caroline laughed, then surprised me in two ways. First by reaching across and tenderly lifting my chin, and secondly by saying,

‘Careful, Lorna! Paul will get all sorts of naughty ideas if you leave your mouth open like that.’

That seemed to provoke a little sideways glare from Paul at his wife, and I got a hint that not all was sweetness and light. However the first course arrived, accompanied by a very fine bottle of wine, and the air got a little more relaxed. Well, when I say a little more relaxed, that was mostly Caroline and me. Paul was much more careful. I think he had one glass out of that first bottle, and seemed to be carefully topping it up at intervals when the second arrived as Caroline and I discussed old times and caught up with what had been going on in our lives since. Well, not everything, of course. I didn’t want to scare her!

In the background there were recitations of poetry (not all of which sounded authenticallyScottish, accent-wise), occasional bursts of bagpipe music and general chatter. The overall effect was that things were not too loud, so we could chatter quite easily without having to shout over the noise, but we were far enough away from the general crowd that nobody could listen in to what we were on about. This came in quite handy when we were talking about some of the guests we had to deal with on the camp site in the old days, but even more so when Paul excused himself to visit the bathroom after dessert. Almost as soon as he was gone Caroline’s bubbly demeanour vanished, and she became more serious looking.

‘Can I ask you something? Something a little… intimate?’

‘Sure,’ I said. I was going to add something a little humorous, but something about the way she said it changed my mind for me.

‘Paul and you…I mean, I know you went out together for a while, but did you ever…?’

‘Did we ever…. Oh. Have sex, do you mean?’

I had decided to play it as straight as Caroline did. I looked straight at her, half-smiling. She blushed a little, and put her head down for a moment, then looked back up and nodded.

‘Well, not exactly…’

I hesitated a second, unsure what to say about this to the man’s wife. I decided to try and keep it brief.

‘We messed around a bit,’ I said, matter-of-factly, ‘there was a lot of kissing, a fair amount of groping – he would never pass up the opportunity to feel my boobs, for instance – but we never had full sex, if that’s what you’re asking me.’

Caroline grinned.

‘He has always been something off a boobs man, you’re right! Did you ever do anything…I mean did you let him…when you say groping, did you…?’

I got a little impatient that she was trying to say something without saying it, so I just whispered,

‘Oh come on Caroline, spit it out!’

Then watched as she put her head down and had a fit of giggles. I thought back to her comment about leaving my mouth open and the penny dropped.

‘Are you asking, did I ever give him a blow job?’

She was still laughing silently, but I saw her head go up and down as she nodded. I waited for her to calm down a little. After a few seconds, she looked up at me. I put my head on one side a little, trying to look sympathetic, then gave her another plain answer.

‘No, I never did. I wasn’t really keen on that idea when I was younger. I’m pretty sure he was though! In fact…’

My voice tailed off as I remembered one particular evening. Was it our last date…? Caroline’s whisper brought me out of a little moment of reflection.

‘Go on?’

‘I was just trying to remember. We’d gone to the pictures. The usual back row stuff. I remember him putting his arm round my shoulder and trying to get my head down there, then him pushing a bit. I told him I wasn’t happy and he stopped. We watched the film a bit longer, then he kissed me and that was OK, and then he asked if I would. Suck him off, I mean. I kissed him back and put my hand in his lap, perhaps to make up for earlier on? I said I didn’t want to rush into that, and just gave his cock a quick squeeze, then said maybe I would some day. The next thing I remember is him making this odd moaning noise and groping my boob really hard. I realised I must have made him come, because I could feel the sticky patch on his trousers. I pulled my hand away and just sat upright next to him.’

‘So you didn’t? There never was a “some day”?’

I shook my head.

‘At the time I wasn’t keen on the idea of putting my mouth round something a man pees through, so I never did. I think he felt a bit uncomfortable about what happened, and we kind of drifted apart. And then you came along and he never looked back!’

Caroline smiled a little ruefully, so I decided to try asking something a little intimate in return.

‘So, did you make his dreams come true?’

‘In what way?’

‘Come on, Caroline, are you really telling me you have never sucked him off?’

She fell silent.

‘I never liked the idea. We have quite a lively sex life, don’t get me wrong, but there are certain limits for me. I will kiss him down there, and sometimes let him put it into my mouth, but not for any length of time. In case, you know…?’

I nodded. Obviously it wasn’t my view, but I felt anything I might say would probably come across as nagging. And judging by the earlier little exchange she already got enough of that from her husband. I felt a little conflicted. Paul was someone I did once wonder might be the man to take my virginity, and I had always really liked Caroline as a best mate. In fact sometimes in those formative years I used to wonder what it would be like to snuggle up with her. And now, after all these years, they were out for a romantic meal to make their anniversary special, and it sounded as if an old sticking point was about to rear its head once more. If only there was some way I could make it all better. Well, I could certainly think of one way, but it wasn’t the kind of relationship counselling you normally read about. On the other hand it was something of a speciality of mine! I smiled to myself, then wondered how to engineer things to bring it about. I looked across at Caroline. She seemed interested in my change of expression.

‘You look pleased with something,’ she said, ‘care to share it with me?’

‘You know, that’s the very thing that I had in mind!’ I said.

She looked intrigued. I picked up my glass and held it out towards her. She clinked hers against it and we both drank. Paul came back to the table, saw Caroline’s puzzled expression and my slightly triumphant one and said,

‘Well now, it looks like to me as if you two have been conspiring. Not planning anything about me, I hope?’

‘In a manner of speaking,’ I said.

‘I can’t leave you two together for a minute, can I?’

‘Actually, you’ll have to, and it will probably take a bit longer than that. But I think you’ll find it will all be worthwhile!’

I could see he had caught the same confusion as Caroline. Paul was about to sit down, but I felt I needed to move things along and strike while the iron was hot, so I stood and said, in my best “little innocent me” voice,

‘Shall we go?’

Two minutes later we were walking through the car park, me leading while the almost happy couple tagged along behind me.

‘Are you OK to drive, Paul? Only I think I may have had a little too much,’ I called over my shoulder. He muttered something I didn’t quite catch, but I guessed what it might be.

‘Back to your place,’ I said, ‘if that’s OK? I think I need to have a little coaching session with Caroline here.’

I made her sit in the back seat with me, and put my hand on hers. It was only a short distance to their rented place, but that wasn’t the reason for the awkward silence. I was fairly sure I could bring things to a satisfactory conclusion, if I played my cards right. Paul drew up at the house and we all got out. I still held Caroline’s hand as we walked to the door, but I put my free hand on his shoulder as he looked for the key. He turned towards me slightly. I touched his cheek, then put my hand flat on his chest, before slowly but deliberately sliding it down to the crotch of his trousers, where I cupped my fingers around a cock that took little encouragement to spring into life. I knew how to get his full attention!

‘Please, Paul, trust me on this. I want to have a few minutes alone with your wife, just to have a woman-to-woman talk with her. And then…’

I left the rest unsaid. In truth I didn’t know exactly how things would happen, but I was sure they would be more likely with me there than not. We went into the house – little more than a one-bedroom flat, but fine for a romantic break, I thought – and all it needed was the spark! I had a quick glance around then gently but firmly ordered Paul to sit in the lounge.

‘Caroline and I need a little while alone together,’ I said, ‘But don’t worry, we won’t forget about you. We’ll call you when the time is right!’

I gently pushed Caroline through the bedroom door with a hand in the small of her back, then closed the door behind us. My friend’s confusion had not gone away.

‘OK, what now?’

‘Just as I told Paul,’ I said, ‘You and I are going to have a little, gentle, woman-to-woman chat.’

‘Oh. I see.’

I could tell she didn’t quite get it, so I added,

‘In that bed. Are you OK undressing, or do you want me to do it for you?’
I have seen the reaction I got from Caroline before. For her it was simply easier to go with the flow, so she didn’t say anything. We both got down to some nicely provocative lingerie, hers perhaps a little more so than mine. I think she really was planning to pull out all the stops for her husband, to make it a night to remember. It was certainly turning out that way for me! I threw back the duvet, and jumped onto the bed. The bedclothes were clean, but chilly.

‘Brr! Get your backside in here now, Caroline!’ I said. I pulled the duvet over us, then carried on with the movement, putting my arm around her back and pulling us together, one lacy bra pressed up to another.

‘OK, what now?’ she said, a hint of puzzlement in her voice while trying not to laugh nervously.

‘Positive reinforcement,’ I said, ‘It is a kind of educational technique that rewards behaviour we want, so you associate the pleasure with the task.’

‘OK, I’m familiar with the idea,’ she said, ‘How do we do it in practice?’

‘First things first,’ I said, ‘open your legs.’

‘What?’

‘I’m going to give you one or two hints and tips about oral sex, my dear. Including one killer idea that I think might make all the difference to your relationship.’

‘And my legs are open because…?’

‘I just told you, positive reinforcement. I’m going to finger you while I explain. I hope you pay attention!’

I don’t know what Paul must have made of it from the other side of the bedroom wall. He would have heard the early creaking of the bed, possibly the whispered conversation that got more animated as we went along. Then the silences as my best mate and I made up for lost time with the French kisses I had wanted to give her as a teenager, and the ones she didn’t know she wanted to give me, until all these years later. Then there were the little sighs of delight as we got more into each other, culminating in my final pieces of advice, delivered into Caroline’s ear as I thrust my two middle fingers into her cunt and brought her off, and the moans and sighs as the orgasm ripped through her. I stroked the hair from her face as she lay alongside my, checking that she was willing to go through with what we had discussed. Having made sure she was sure, I threw back the duvet. She kissed me gently, then her mouth moved down to my right nipple as I called out,

‘OK, Paul, we’re ready for you!’

I think he must have been waiting behind the door, given how quickly it opened. There was no way of disguising the kind of thing that had been going on, if only from the look of contentment on his wife’s face as she suckled at my breast .

‘Hello, Paul,’ I said, ‘Caroline and I have had our discussion and now it’s time to involve you in the next stage! Would you mind stripping off for us?’

His eyes almost bulged at the sight of his wife making love to me, her face clamped to my breast, her hand moving tenderly between my legs.

‘I hope you don’t mind,’ I said, ‘I know it’s your anniversary, but your wife and I have discussed it and she says it’s fine with her to overlook one of your marriage vows, seeing as it’s a special occasion.’

‘Marriage vows?’

Paul could see what had happened, but didn’t know what might be going to happen.

‘Yes, darling,’ said Caroline, ‘the one about “forsaking all others”? We’ve decided we’re going to suspend that one, just long enough for you to fuck Lorna.’

‘If that’s OK with you, that is?’ I said.

He took a step closer to the bed, his penis growing as we watched.

‘I told you,’ said Caroline to me, ‘I think you’re going to like this!’

She took hold of his erection and used it a little like a dog lead to bring him closer to us. He clambered onto the bed and she steered him between my thighs. He tried to press closer still, but she held him back for a second, just to show that he should follow her movements. She winked at him, then turned back to me, waiting. I lifted me head a little and put my tongue into her mouth. Caroline gave his cock a couple of quick strokes, then moved him closer still. When the distance between us was down to millimetres, she guided the tip of his cock along the length of my outer lips then made little, side-to-side movements to part them. When she was satisfied with her aim, she looked up at Paul and smiled, nodding gently as she reached around his buttocks, and pressed them down to push her husband’s penis inside me.

His look, disbelieving, between the two of us.

‘Oh come on, Paul, I think you know what to do next,’ she said.

He began to move inside me, and when she was satisfied with the gorgeous, gentle rhythm he took up she went back to sucking my nipples.

We knew he wouldn’t last long, but in a sense that wasn’t the point. Caroline’s fingers moved between my legs, seeking out the little bud down there, and having found it began to rub me. I wasn’t expecting to come from this, the pleasure for my positive reinforcement would come if the next stage worked out. Paul started to move faster, his moaning and panting showing just how close he was.

‘Just one thing, Paul,’ I said, ‘you’re definitely not allowed to come inside me!’

I could see his face fall as he pressed deeper, then the look of wonderment as Caroline took her head from my breast and shuffled down my body to lie flat on my tummy, then reached down to pull him out of my pussy, then deep into the back of her mouth. She put one hand on each of his buttocks, pulling him down, as she raised her head and took as much of his cock as she could deep into her throat.

I saw his eyes flicker shut as he started to orgasm, his juice shooting out and into his wife’s mouth for the first time ever. I had thought I might have to hold her there, but Caroline kept her lips clamped around the base of his cock as he ejaculated. She waited a few seconds at the end, as I had suggested – what was that after thirty-five years, though – then moved away, his semen already nestling in her stomach.

‘Was I right, about it going straight down?’ I asked.

She nodded, close-lipped.

‘The only thing I could taste was your pussy,’ she said, ‘as far as I could tell! Mind you, that’s the only time I’ve ever done that..’

Her voice tailed off, as she turned over in her mind what she had just done, and the effect it would have on their sex life from here on in.

‘Well, Caroline,’ I said, ‘if you liked the flavour of me, perhaps you wouldn’t mind seeing if you could taste me a little more please? I appear to be the only one here who hasn’t come yet!’

Caroline gave me a knowing grin, then settled down to her task. I gasped a little as she kissed me there; if I didn’t know better I would swear it wasn’t the first time she had done that! I tried not to let that show as I commented,

‘I you can do that for a little while until Paul gets his second wind, perhaps? Then he can fuck you and I can return the favour. After all, I don’t want him wondering for another thirty-odd years what it might have been like to come in my mouth!’

Paul moved around and took a gentle hold of me, massaging my breasts as Caroline’s tongue did its job. I lay back and let the sensations wash over me. In twelve months’ time they would be in Australia, on the journey of a lifetime, and on a glorious evening beach Caroline would no doubt kneel in front of him, and suck him to ecstasy. But I knew which anniversary they would always remember!

Have a great weekend!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

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Window Cleaner
Hello,
You know, sometimes I find myself wondering if there’s a little too much sex in my sex life! A few days back I was up until the early hours of the morning trying to edit a video clip, and having problems with it. In the end I decided to call a halt, go to bed, then try again when I was a little less tired. It was frustrating because it had been a very enjoyable experience to shoot and more to the point I knew just how I wanted the video to turn out, but I couldn’t quite get the editing right. There were just a few little pauses in the flow that stuck out when you watched it, and it was bugging me!I must have dreamed about it overnight, because I overslept and woke up slightly frustrated – in more ways than one! After breakfast I played back the video in my mind as I thought about the timing, and the memories got to me, as I found myself imagining how each section should fit together. Almost absent-mindedly my fingers and my pussy started fitting together as well, and I found myself trying to edit the film to match the pace of the warm glow that was building between my legs. I could have sworn at one point I even heard the a woman moaning in orgasm, then I realised it was the sound of a wet cleaning cloth being wiped across my downstairs windows by a disbelieving window cleaner!

To say I was embarrassed was an understatement, but worse was to follow! The window cleaner knocked on the door a few minutes later – after I had become a little more respectably-dressed! – and told me not to worry about it, and that I was actually the third lady on my estate that he had caught in the act that way over the years. Then he gave a polite cough, and asked if I could pay him. I looked for my purse, and realised I only had a few coins in there. I asked if I could give it to him next time, and then almost wished the ground would open me up and swallow me when he said,

“Actually, this is the third time…?”

Fortunately there is a time-honoured way of dealing with this kind of situation, and once I had got over the idea of feeling silly for not having got to the bank in time, things actually turned out rather nicely! I sat him down on the sofa, then bent across his lap and sucked his rather nice cock to a satisfactory degree of stiffness! I think he would have been quite happy to make do with the blow job, but I was still in the mood for love, seeing as he’d interrupted my “me time”! With his cock nice and hard, I took off my panties and climbed onto his lap, slipping his erection fully inside myself, then started to ride him. After a few minutes I decided to change position, spinning round so I was facing away from him. I leaned back, and instantly his hands were on my boobs, cupping and holding them. I got a nice rhythm going, and pulled my low-cut top down a fraction further, freeing my breasts up for him. He was delighted, and teased my firming nipples with his hand as we fucked.

I do like taking cock doggy, and he was more than happy to oblige me, changing position to take my over the arm of the sofa in the front room. My tits swung free as he slammed into me. He moved his hands onto my hips as he thrust deep into me, and I thought for a minute he was going to finish inside me. I do like getting creampied sometimes, and he seemed to be building up to a very juicy one, but as he slowed down he asked in an almost embarrassed voice if he could cum over my breasts. I was spoilt for choice, because as much as I like creampies I also love seeing just how much juice I can get my lovers to shoot!

I sucked him a little more, just to keep him close, then offered up my tits to him as a target. I glanced up from time to time to give him plenty of eye contact, but also looked down as I didn’t want to miss him blowing his hot load over my chest. He didn’t disappoint me, shooting one jet after another over my tits, then I dipped my head a little to lick the tip of his cock clean. I settled back to enjoy the sensation of his hot cream dripping into my cleavage, then remembered that I had another errand to run that morning.

With the window cleaner sent happily on his way, I wondered if I could interest the manager at the garage in an alternative payment scheme for the two new tyres my car needed!

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Ripped and Messy
Hello,

My most recent photoset is something of a special request, originally made by a long-standing friend. I got an email from Paul a few weeks back, to let me know he was planning to take a day off once the Christmas/New Year break was out of the way and asking if there was any chance I was available for a long lunch – To cut a long story short we compared diaries and settled on a day that suited the two of us and left it at that. Well, at least as far as Paul was concerned that was that. I had something in mind, you see!

Paul is a close friend and I do enjoy our meetings, and one or two of the things he had mentioned in the past had stuck in my memory, including one that really wasn’t my cup of tea, but very clearly seemed to appeal to him. So with that in mind, I packed a special little bag to take with me when the day came.

I do enjoy lunchtime get-togethers, and Paul is very good company. We spent lunch chatting about a number of things, including a pet hate of mine – rudeness on social media! You’ll see I have a link on my profile page to my Twitter account, and though most people are polite and respectful, some men seem to have got it into their heads that ordering a woman about and calling her disgusting names is the only way to behave. Well, there may be some women who think that way, but not all do, and this one certainly doesn’t! I think perhaps I had Paul a bit worried for a time that I was going to take it out on him, but I also let him know with little glances and occasional touches that I didn’t consider him to be part of the problem. I did see him look a little puzzled, though, when I suggested that we skip dessert. When he saw the naughty look I was giving him he decided to go along with the idea though.

We hardly chatted as I drove us back to his place and the atmosphere was more than a little expectant. As I expected, Paul was very much in the mood for love, and we hardly had the front door closed before his hands were all over me. We kissed leaning against the hallway wall, and I felt him lean to one side so her could run his fingertips up my boots, and make a lovely purring sound as he encountered the naked skin of my thighs. His hand moved further up, till his fingers were rubbing at the rather damp gusset of some really rather ordinary white panties. His tongue went deep into my mouth, then I gasped and shuddered as I felt him push his middle finger two knuckles deep inside me. We came apart from our kiss and he watched my face closely as he fingered me. I was actually a little surprised at how turned on I was. I think perhaps knowing what I had in store for him got me a little worked up!

I asked if he wanted to rip the clothes off me. I was expecting him to be a little more up for this, but although he pulled the bottom off my skirt quite willingly and continued to put his hands all over my body that was about as far as things went on that score! I told him that there were two choices of dessert. You’ll see from the photos that one of these was an old classic – let’s just call it “intimate Mars Bar”! – and Paul duly helped me play hide and seek (and along the way brought me off very pleasantly!)

“Could we be greedy?” he asked, “what was the second choice of dessert? I think perhaps one was not enough…”

I wasn’t sure if he meant afters or orgasms, but either way I agreed with him.

“Ah,” I said, “just watch while I get it prepared!”

I had already discarded my panties; now I unbuttoned my ripped dress and lifted my braless breasts ready for the next stage.

“I like the look of this already!” he told me, and there was another bout of passionate tongue kissing while he showed me just how much he liked it. After a while I persuaded him to stop, then I reached into my bag of tricks and produced a one-litre pack of pre-made custard. I made him sit out of reach, then started pouring the custard over my breasts. I watched with amusement as his eyes drank in the sight of my flesh coated in thick, yellow goo, and the way his glance flicked down when gravity took over, and the creamy sauce dropped from my nipples onto puddles on my thighs. I rubbed and massaged the custard into my bosom and down onto my tummy. He looked ready to pounce as I discarded the empty custard box, but I held up a finger.

“Wait,” I said, “there’s more!” Then I got out the squirty cream.

I covered all the areas I had just been coating in custard, and he moaned. I squirted into my cleavage, wondering out loud how it would feel to fuck my tits like that, and he moaned even more. I squirted some onto my face, a little more inside my mouth, and let him see my tongue working to swallow it while I looked into his eyes. And that was about the point his self-discipline gave out!

He stripped more quickly than I would have thought possible, given how laid-back he normally is. He threw all his clothes off in seconds flat – even his socks! – then his mouth was on mine and our tongues met once more. I moved to sit on his lap, and somehow along the way a cock I hardly recognised as his slipped easily into my wet pussy. The kiss ended with our faces inches from each other. I winced a little, closing my eyes, then opened my mouth to give a long sigh as we started to fuck. I pushed him down, hoping he would last long enough, and began to grind out a rather urgent cowgirl, as his hand came up to my boobs and squeezed the mixture of cream and custard into my flesh. I put my shoulders back and shoved my tits forward, growling at him as I started to come, then moaned as we carried on.

I think he must have been very considerate, because he managed to get me over the line once more, before I saw him give a little grimace, then his hips lifted as he pushed as deep into me as he could, injecting his own cream inside me. Hell it felt good!

I kind of collapsed onto him as we got our breath back. We grinned at each other, and I told him I hoped he was hungry, as he had some clearing up to do. I held a nipple close to his lips, and his tongue got down to work,.

“I tell you what, Lorna, I’ll never be able to look at a custard tart without thinking of you.”

“Cheeky sod!” I replied. “Just for that, I think I’ll make you clean up all your cream as well!”

Which, to be fair, he did. Beautifully.

So the moral of this story is always be polite and respectful. You never know how dirty I can be when the mood takes me!

Have a great Weekend!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

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Top Hat and Boots
Hello everyone!

My latest set of photos are somewhat different to my usual … quite ‘formal’. I’ve always thought that I wasn’t a hat person, but a hat does seem to ‘finish off’ an outfit don’t you think?

Some of you might be a little dismayed that I have covered up a perfectly good pair of black hold-up stockings with the boots. What can I say, I know that many of you do enjoy seeing me enjoy my lingerie, and black stockings are among my favourites too! The thing is, though, there wasn’t really much chance of fitting a suspender belt into the ensemble, so this seemed a reasonable compromise – I could hardly leave them off altogether, now could I? I do hope you stocking fans will forgive me. If it helps any, the next time you see me, remind me that you felt left out. Perhaps we could sit, side by side on the floor, near to a wall. We could kiss, slowly and passionately, while your hands first liberate and then weigh and caress my breasts. I love whispering sweet nothings to a lover, in between horny french kisses where your tongue goes deep into my mouth. I’ll unzip you as we kiss, and gently stroke you to full hardness, then close my eyes and concentrate on the sensations of kissing, until I feel the lovely warm splashes of your fresh, hot spunk falling onto my nylon-clad thighs. Would that make things better for you, my dearest?

You will see I got a little suggestive with the stair rail! Of course, I had my panties off my this stage in the shoot, as if getting myself ready to be entered. Look at the lovely, wanton way my hands explore the head of that balustrade, stroking the tip before nuzzling it into that lovely warm valley between my boobs. It has been ages since I gave someone a good titfuck. Would you like me to do that with you? Of course, I will find it hard to resist popping my lovely warm mouth over the tip from time to time, but I do like to see a good cumshot from close up, so if it’s OK with you I’ll take my mouth away at the end just in case you’re tempted to finish there. After all, you wouldn’t want to miss out on the sight of bright ropes of your semen jetting out and up, then dropping back to form silvery puddles on my breasts and throat, would you? Who knows, I might even let some splash on my cheeks and lips…that reminds me, I think I had this very chain necklace on, when a very enthusiastic visitor on one of my London dates gave me a spectacular pearl necklace to go with it…!

I rounded things off with a slightly naughty view of me pretending to slide down the bannister, but coming to an abrupt halt as I run into that large white ball again – and look just where it wound up!

That was as far as I got with my black outfit, but the thoughts it had provoked stayed with me as I changed later that night, getting myself ready for an evening dinner meeting. The meal was nice, but the afters (no, not the dessert!) was even lovelier, as my date found himself on his back, while naughty Lorna lowered her peachy bottom onto his very willing face. I think he seemed a little surprised at how aroused I was, but it didn’t stop him exploring me with his highly skilful tongue. In more ways than one, if you get my drift. (I do enjoy being rimmed!) Between the memories and the way his lovely mouth made me come that second time I was putty in his hands. Happy thoughts!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

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Gimp Man
Hello my friends,

I am going to apologise in advance for my latest set of photos! To begin with I am going to apologise to some of my female followers, because this is going to be pretty much about a male perspective. I am also going to apologise to people that you might think of as the purists, because in this type of encounter there are almost certain to be people who would prefer things to go a particular way and might think that what went on here was not to their liking. That’s fine, I’m not pretending that I am a lifestyle domme type, it’s just every now and again that I get the urge to dress a little more bossily and make a man’s life hell for a while, in a nicely horny way LornaBlu 59yo Bi-sexual Female Escort Webcam Phone Sex Manchester, Lancashi, - Punternet Reviews

I am not going to apologise to Tom (not his real name!), the other person appearing in these pictures, because he wouldn’t want me to. He got everything that was coming to him, and I know he ‘fucking loved it’ because he told me so. I got everything that was coming to me too, and you know what? I fucking loved it too!

Tom was the one taking the photos in the solo shots. I felt in my best sluttish frame of mind, flashing lots of thigh top above my stockings, pulling my panties tight into my bum cheeks, pulling those lovely gloves high up past my elbows, then stretching them tight, turning the back of my hands and my forearms into beautiful glossy black curves of shiny, sweet-smelling leather. Oh, I almost forgot, taking nice, deep breaths to emphasise the swell of my black-clad breasts as I pushed them into his face.

I could tell from the comments I was getting from my photographer that he was definitely enjoying the view. Actually, he didn’t really have to say anything, his body language was a giveaway. One particular piece of body language was jutting in front of him, and I accidentally brushed against it a couple of times as he moved in for close-ups. I could tell he was dying to feel me up. It was just a shame that Lorna the tease wasn’t going to allow him to!

‘Right, onto the bed!’

He complied with my instruction straight away, which I told him was so obedient that I was going to reward him by tying him up. I made sure as I leaned over him that he would catch the scent I had dabbed into my soft, warm cleavage before we started. I could feel his erection pressing into my thigh as I fastened the second arm. As you can see he was also dressed the part for the session! I picked up my mobile and took a couple of pictures of him trussed up, then set about the second stage of the session.
The plan was to combine tension with release. I thought at first that the business of moving the camera and setting it up for the next shot might get in the way, but as it turned out it heightened the tension nicely. His cock was already nice and hard from our posing before, and I could feel his eyes devouring what my buttocks were doing under my leather skirt as I walked round to move the tripod. I teased him a little with a tawse, flicking it across his chest and face. Then, on impulse, I leaned in and french kissed him. Hard. I put as much tongue into that guy’s head as I could manage, letting my saliva glands work overtime and making sure he drank every drop. He moaned as I sent my hand into his gusset, seeking out his cock and pulling it, none too gently, into the open.

We were both breathing heavily as I broke off from the kiss. I let my tongue dance delicately over the head of his cock, working it under his foreskin to the smooth warmth underneath, then it was my turn to have a mouthful, taking as much as I could of that lovely penis between my lips. He groaned. I stopped before he could shoot, and gave him a few seconds to come off the boil.

‘You’re not coming yet, you bastard,’ I told him, ‘I want that cock in my cunt.’

As you can tell I wasn’t feeling very ladylike! I straddled him, letting the leather skirt ride up high enough to grant access, then fed his cock into my hungry pussy. I sat in him, feeling him writhe a little beneath me, and moving his hips to try to fuck me. I lifted up a little so he came out, then told him again in no uncertain terms he wasn’t going to come until I said he could.

I pulled my top down and lifted my boobs over my bra.

‘I really love having my tits squeezed,’ I said, ‘it’s such a shame your hands are tied up and can’t! Maybe I ought to get someone else to do it. Perhaps someone who could show you how you ought to fuck me properly as well?’

Well, nobody said I had to be fair, did they? And from the twitch in his cock I think he wasn’t averse to the idea! To tell the truth I was getting a little turned on as well by now, so I relented and gave him my nipples to chew.

‘Delicately!’ I told him, and he complied with that instruction very well, so as a reward I let him have my pussy to eat, as I settled into an enthusiastic 69.

We carried on like that for a while, then I decided that I had reached a point where I wasn’t feeling quite as eager to get off the bed to change the camera angle every two minutes! I set the tripod up at the end of the bed where it had a good view of everything, then settled down to ride him to a climax. I faced him to begin with, making sure his hungry mouth was kept occupied by the braless breasts pushed into his face, then flipped around into a reverse cowgirl position for the home straight. I did this partly because I could tell he was going to need his mouth unobstructed to get all the breath he could at the finish and partly because I have this strange little fetish about showing everybody my face. I get a real buzz out of knowing that you’re looking into my face as I orgasm.

That’s why I’ve kept in a couple of the final pictures there, even though the autofocus couldn’t keep up with us! Right on that last one there – the one where my eyes are closed and my mouth is open – I knew I was just about to come when just at that moment he did too! Simultaneous orgasm is such a lovely treat when it happens, and the feeling of him pumping his hot seed inside of me made my climax that bit more intense!

I imagine no self-respecting lifestyle domme would get that intimate with her sub, so like I say it was not one for the purists! But once I released his arms, and we snuggled together in a leather-clad clinch neither of us was complaining!

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

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The Christmas Angel
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Christmas is a time for giving and so, by implication, receiving. At this time of year, I’d like you to relax and picture what a Lorna Christmas might actually mean.You are sitting back in your armchair in the evening, with everything for Christmas all in place. The kitchen cabinets are full to bursting with all sorts of merrymaking festive fare. All the cards have been written and sent, all the presents bought and wrapped, and with the knowledge of a job well done you decide to help yourself to a large glass of Christmas sherry and treat yourself to some “me time”. As you relax in the chair you feel a warm glow that envelopes you, almost as if someone is wrapping warm, fleecy arms around you, and pressing against you, to get you hotter still.

With your eyes closed you don’t see anything, but there’s a scent in the air that you hadn’t noticed before. It’s a scent that is a combination of exotic ingredients working their magic on warm, womanly skin, the pulse points on the wrists, but most enticingly dabbed delicately on the swell of a mature blonde’s ample bosom. You’re drifting off into a half-sleep now, but you could swear someone is in your lap, her buttocks squirming to find a comfortable position on the swelling that is starting down there. There is the fleeting touch of flesh as she presses her chest to your face, the scent now so strong you feel you could taste it. You open your mouth and put out your tongue. There is heat there, and softness, but only for a second. You feel as if you have been deprived of something wonderful, but then through heavy eyelids you catch sight of someone – someone tantalisingly close, watching you intently. When she is certain you know she is there, she stands.

And starts to strip.

The fleecy white jacket is discarded, all the better to display the gorgeous full breasts that teased your lips a few moments ago. The scarlet top is low-cut, so low-cut you can hardly believe each nipple is still covered. Her hands move to support and shape them, lifting them for your delectation. She stands before you, then almost as if she can read your mind, and pick up your naughtiest thoughts, she leans forward then, taking the edge of the neckline in her hands , pulls it downwards. Again you wonder that her breasts don’t just spring free for you to see and hold. But not yet, not yet…

Red and white are traditional Christmas colours, and you watch fascinated as the modest white skirt is removed and laid carefully to one side, to reveal a mixture of the two – smooth, full white stockings, attached to bright red suspenders. Your eyes are naturally drawn to the border between the two, where scarlet panties enclose a puffy mound that you’re dying to see. She twists and poses, then once again your mind is being read as she does exactly what you want her to, slowly pulling her panties down, easing them down legs you know you need to be between…

Your head is swimming as she moves and poses just in front of you. The low-cut top seems to vanish somehow, and now there is only lingerie between you and the body you yearn to possess, a body that turns this way and that to offer you so many ways to satisfaction. She reclines on the floor, her eyes locked on yours, her finger teasing her lips apart. Do you want her that way, perhaps? And then, almost before you know it, she is crouched in front of you, her bottom pushed enticingly into the air. Should you take her that way instead, perhaps, the smooth cheeks of her buttocks pushing back into your loins? And then, most naughtily, you see her hand move once more, and the tip of her finger moves into that other special place, pressing slowly to slip inside her there.

You have watched, hypnotised, through all her movements and her teasing, but until now it doesn’t seem to have occurred to you that you don’t have to just watch. As if a spell has released you, you find you can move. She is relaxing herself, leaning back, a satisfied smile on her face as you move to take up her offer. You hesitate a little, perhaps doubting that she is there.

“What’s the matter?” comes her voice, “don’t you want to kiss my cunt?”

The sound of that lovely mouth saying that word jolts you forward. Your lips and tongue are there in an instant, tasting the scent of a woman who is ready for you. She laughs and gasps as your tongue goes inside her.

“Mmm,” she says, “if you have a free hand or two my tits could do with being squeezed.”

You catch hold of her flesh in an instant. There is that gasp again, as she squirms forward. You put your mouth to her nipple, and feel the hand creeping to the back of your head, as if you’d pull back from this sweet mouthful. She squirms away, and reclines, opening her legs a little wider to receive first your tongue, probing both places she has offered you, then your finger. It slips easily into her arse as you tongue her, tasting the juice she has made just for you…

Then, seemingly from nowhere, the picture has changed. You look down to see her magnificent breasts moulding against your thighs, then feel the warmth of Lorna’s sweet mouth closing over the tip of your cock, her tongue and lips working to bring you to that climax she so wants to give you…

You realise you are awake. You find yourself in an afterglow and somehow know that you have come, but you are alone. A Christmas wet dream? Your glass is still half full, but placed sensibly on the nearby table. Would you have done that? You can feel a hint of dampness, as if semen is still leaking from your penis, but surely a climax that satisfying should have left you in a much messier state? You look down at your trousers, and see what looks awfully like hairs from a white furry jacket on your thighs. With your mind whirring you lift the glass to finish the sherry before turning in, and see the lipstick marks on the rim.

Well, if Santa can exist, surely Christmas angels can?

Big hugs and kisses to all who have supported me this past year XXX

Have a wonderful Happy, Horny Christmas,

Lots of Love,

Lorna Blu xxx

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