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Lawrence was my friends’ boss. He was a former theatre director who was now running a successful online store selling showbiz memorabilia, my friend David was his ‘assistant’, delivery driver, storeman, auction attender, diary secretary and from time to time guinea pig.
Lawrence loved to mix cocktails and on occasion would invite a few associates of his to his beautiful home on the riverbank and serve up the delightfully lethal concoctions that he’d perfected at David’s hangover inducing expense.
I had been to a few of these soirees, they were always great fun. Lawrence was a natural raconteur and would have his guests enthralled with his tales of debauchery and greasepaint during his time running theatres across the country.
Tales of actresses whose public persona belied the private reality, of actors that on stage evoked the ideal of manliness but in fact were anything but. How much of these stories were actually true nobody really cared, Lawrence had a way of spinning a yarn that, aided by his heady brews, made for wonderful times.
It was after one of these events that things changed between my friend’s employer and I.
This particular evening, as usual, had been a great success, David unfortunately had drunk too much on an empty stomach and so Lawrence and I, along with one or two others, had to manoeuvre his floppy frame through to the spare bedroom and lay him down on the bed to sleep it off.
Over the course of the next hour or so Lawrences guests made their boozy exits, winding their way home with songs and loud goodbyes until I was the only guest left. I retrieved my coat and went into the lounge to say good night, Lawrence was waiting for me with a glass of Martini.
“One for the road?”
I knew I shouldn’t as I was already giddy but how could I refuse my host? I took the glass from him and his warm smile filled his face.
He was a handsome man, suadiye escort in his mid-sixties, dark brown eyes that glistened under the influence of the alcohol, he was taller than me and with a head of soft silver hair which was as perfectly groomed as the rest of him, his moustache a thing of beauty that was very proud of it.
I complimented him on another wonderful evening and his reply sent electricity to my very nerve endings.
“It doesn’t have to end if you don’t want it too”.
His hand moved to my cheek and I felt his soft fingers caress my skin, his gaze never leaving my eyes and his lips curled at the corners in a smile that had me defenceless.
He took courage from my moving of my head, my face pressin against his palm, leaning in toward me he placed his soft lips against mine.
We stood in the middle of his lounge and kissed for what seemed like an eternity, the entire time I held the Martini glass without spilling a drop.
The tickle of his moustache igniting in me the desire that I’m sure he could feel pressing against him just as I could feel his, hot and solid pressing tightly against me.
This was really happening?
I knew Lawrence was who he was, I had often fantasised about him seducing me as I lay alone in bed, now, it wasnt my dream it was my reality.
He took the Martini glass from my hand and placed it on the table, then taking my hand he started to lead me from the Lounge through to his bedroom, as we passed the bedroom where David lay we heard his loud snores, he was dead to the world and wouldn’t be disturbing us.
Into the bedroom I allowed this older gentleman to guide me.
The room was dark and warm, the large wooden bed covered with a pale pink quilt, a deep mahogany wardrobe and matching dresser against the walls and the large window shielded us from the outside with wooden shutters.
He closed yakacık escort the door behind us and turned to me.
We kissed again, this time more passionately, mouths open, tongues, teeth gently biting lips.
I thought my head would explode I was so excited.
Lawrence started to unbutton my cotton shirt, beneath which I wore a beautiful silken ivory camisole, spaghetti straps and trimmed with delicate lace and as he pushed my shirt from my shoulders he feasted his eyes on me, my stiff nipples jutting through the fine fabric, he purred.
I pushed him backward and he allowed himself to fall onto his bed.
Slowly I unbucked my belt, unbuttoned my trousers, letting them fall from my waist, exposing my girly self to another man for the very first time. The sheer, almost translucent, matching white silk panties, the white garter belt with pink bows its tight straps tautly holding up my light tan nylon stockings.
His eyes on stalks I don’t think he quite expected this, but by the sight of the bulge in his trousers I could tell he approved and it made me light-headed knowing I was responsible for his mans erection.
Without a word being spoken I moved over him, butt in the air, my hands finding his belt and buttons. He lifted his bum and let me ease off his trousers, at the same time he undid and removed his own shirt.
This was incredible to me, never had I thought I would have such an impact on a man. His cock was straining at the thin fabric of his white briefs, I was sure I could see a damp patch of precum at his tip and my mouth salivated.
I put my fingertips into the waistband of his underwear and eased them down his thighs, his magnificent penis sprung free and I nearly died!
About 7 inches long, thick but not too thick, his pubic hair was grey and trimmed whilst his balls undulated beneath my hungry eyes.
I eased onto to my knees, şerifali escort catching my still tipsy self to be mindful, to enjoy this unique experience to the maximum. Leaning toward his beautiful cock I inhaled deeply, thrilling at the scent of his musk, his maleness, before lower my hungry sissy mouth onto his pulsing, throbbing heat.
The emotion was overpowering, all my young adult life I had wanted to suck a cock, be dressed like a girl and act like a whore and now it was actually happening.
I heard Lawrence moan and I looked up at him, our eyes meeting as I took more and more of his tremendous penis into my mouth, he smiled and his eyes rolled in his head before he laid back onto the bed and allowed me to pleasure him like a good girl.
Up and down his shaft, my tongue teasing under his helmet and into his pee hole, up and down his shaft i licked and sucked.
Moving south, I took first one hairy testicle and then the other into my mouth, my fingers gently gripping his swollen pole, moving his foreskin up and down as I sucked his plums.
Returning my mouth to his cock and with the combined action of fingertips and filthy lips I milked him.
Up and down, up and down, moaning with the erotic thrill of it all, the fantastic naughty dirty thrill of it, faster and faster until he gripped my hair and with a grunt and a “you dirty bitch!”
He shot the first of several streams of hot, saline salty jizz into my parched mouth.
Bucking beneath me as he ejaculated, pumping me with all his cum. I tried my best to guzzle it down like a good girl, I really did, but there was just too much, it eased from the corners of my mouth, across my lips and down my chin.
I could hear him gasping, could feel the tight grip on my hair loosen and eventually release.
I raised my head, using my fingers I pushed what I could of his splendid man juice from my face into my slutty mouth but it still left my chin slimey and shiney.
I eased up his body, up toward his face, not knowing what reaction I was about to receive.
His eyes were glazed, his lips curled upward and he whispered “that was incredible, you’re amazing.
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