Upstairs At The Red Swan

At the Marketing Conference: Part 32 of a series…

“It’s quite shameful of me... Such a nice girl, and she wants a job with my company. I told her I’d seen her CV, and that I liked what I saw, and did she want to come to the Ladies Powder Room with me for a little chat. I don’t think she expected me to kiss her, and I don’t think she expected me to bring her into a cubicle and make her clean me off after I had a pee...

And I don’t think she expects me to invite my friends to my room tonight, where we’ll tie her up and spoon-feed her our shit from a dessert bowl, then make her lick it clean... 

“I love it when the wind blows at weddings... That way the lads get a good look at my fat arse, and it gets them interested for later. And once one knows I like to drop my knickers at family weddings, they all do... Although my step-dad and my step-brothers already do... They took it in turns to fuck me in the gents toilets in the register office...

“My boyfriend’s the shy, quiet one in his family, and I’m quiet and shy myself, and that’s what attracted me to him... His father’s a real contrast, attractive, confident, and a bit of a ladies man. When I met him first, I was a bit scared of him to be honest...

Then I was invited for dinner at theirs, and when I went to the toilet his dad followed me in, closed the door behind us, and forced me to suck his cock while I had a pee... Then, when I’d finished, he bent me over and fucked me... I’d never been taken like that before, and I couldn’t believe that he wanted someone dull and boring like me. I mean my dad’s a Vicar and my mum’s a social worker... I enjoyed it though... Even though he left me on my own as soon as he fucked me, with  the cum just dripping out of my fanny...

The next day I got a text from him. It just told me to be at a Premier Inn at three that afternoon. And, you know, I went... And I experienced what it feels like to have a cock in my arse for the first time... 

So far, he’s still texting me. And every time he texts me, I’ll end up in a Premier Inn with my knickers down, being fucked... I even like it when it turns out it’s not just him, but he’s brought some friends along... Or when it turns out I’m just meeting one of his friends... I just turns me on so much to know that I’m going to have to let someone fuck me...

"Mummy and Daddy are going to the Vicarage this afternoon... I can't wait for them to go. I'm staying at home to help my young cousin with her Latin verbs. She's going to the same school I went to next term, and what she's been learning at her prep school hasn't really been adequate... I've also been imparting other useful knowledge, so that she'll be popular with the older girls.

So that's meant giving her some first-hand knowledge of some Latin-derived nouns, like vulva, labia majora, labia minora, and anus... And from the Greek, clitoris...  

I can't wait for Mummy and Daddy to leave - then we can go to my bedroom, I'll remove my drawers, and open my legs, and she will attend to my cunt as I've been teaching her to over the last few weeks... If she's a good girl, I'll frig her too... It's wonderful to think that just two weeks ago she'd never been penetrated, and now she can take three fingers in her fanny...

“That young man opposite has been taking quite an interest in me... I hope he likes what he sees, especially now I’ve given him a flash of stocking-top...

I love these vintage events. I get the opportunity to reveal some sexy undies, and get noticed by lots of chaps intent on a fuck. All their girlfriends want to do is wander round the stalls and look through vintage dresses. So, while the girls worry about whether they can afford a second 1940′s-style cocktail dress, I’m in the disabled loo with their boyfriends, with my knickers down for an anal tag-teaming...

At the Marketing Conference: Part 31 of a series...

“She’s such a lovely young woman, and she’s making a great job as the Junior President of the network. She wants my husband to invest in her start-up, and she has the right attitude to get my support... We were on our own in one of the syndicate rooms after the last session, and as I mentioned that my husband had received her business-plan, I stroked her arse... She got the message, bent over, hitched up her skirt, lowered her knickers and let me feel her cunt... Such a lovely cunt too. Waxed and utterly smooth, and took me back to when us prefects would have one of the younger girls come to our rooms at the convent.

I told her that I thought we could skip the next session, and she could come up to my room and go over figures. She said she’d be pleased to. I was teasing her clitoris at the time...

“My boyfriend’s sort of vaguely aware of my fashion blog... He likes the pictures. He thinks I’m stylish and sophisticated. He thinks the clothes come from companies and shops that want publicity... 

He has no idea that it’s his father who buys them, and photographs me, and then makes love to me in them, and fucks me with the aggression, passion and power that he could never have...

I mean these mustard-coloured tights. His father bought me two pairs. Five minutes after he took this picture, he’d ripped open the pair I was wearing, and his cock was deep in my anus... 

"I wish he'd swing me a little faster... I may be wearing tights, but they’re sheer to waist, and I’m not wearing knickers. If I can get my skirt high enough I'll be able give people a great view of my arse and my fanny...  

"Thank god Mum and I were wearing slips underneath our dresses...

Dad and my boyfriend were both working late yesterday, so they couldn't come down for the wedding until the morning.

Mum came down last night, as we both like a little me-time... Last night we did our usual, a meal out, and then a few drinks in the hotel bar to see if we could pick up some blokes... We met four guys who were down for a building job, one thing led to another, and we ended up having a gangbang in our bedroom. They came back to our room this morning early too, and fucked us before they went off for their job.

We went down for breakfast, then got dressed for my cousin's wedding. Then, as we were about to leave, there was a knock on the door, and the blokes were there again. The job had been cancelled. Mum and I both fancied more cock, so we just bent over, lifted our dresses, lowered our knickers, and let them take us from behind. Thing is, even though it was their fourth pop in twelve hours, they both still shot quite a load, and we were in a hurry...

“We’re lucky to have step-dads aren’t we. Kirsty’s mum is still with her real dad...”

“Yeah, like mum says, if it’s your real dad it’s not right...”

“She’ll end up doing it with a boy our age...”

“All my friends are jealous... My boyfriend is British. He’s really nice to me, and he has a lovely big cock. It really fills me up, not like the Chinese boyfriends I’ve had before. I’ve invited one or two friends round for threesomes. Now everybody in my class at University wants to do favours for me, because they want an invitation too. They even give me little gifts, they’re that desperate...

My father really disapproves of me going out with a Western guy. My mother used to... Then she stayed with me for a few days. The first night she was tired after her journey, and slept really deeply. My boyfriend and I went into her room with some tea. He was wearing just pyjama trousers, absent-mindedly I started stroking his cock through his trousers as he stood next to mother’s bed, and he went hard. Mother giggled, I giggled, and I pulled his cock out of his flies... She smiled, and thirty seconds later she was lying with her legs open and my boyfriend was fucking her... That really turned me on. I like watching him fucking other women almost as much as I like him fucking me. Especially when it’s my mother. She says it’s the best sex she’s ever had...

The problem is that my boyfriend needs to go home as his student visa will run out soon. I want to go with him and do more study. My father doesn’t think it’s a good idea. Mother’s persuaded him though. She says she’ll come with me...

"That’s me, Carole, in the front on the left. Jean, our Team Leader’s on my right.

Jean's an inspirational midwife... She even helped me when my own baby was born on her day off.  It was going to be a home birth, the community midwife was running late, my husband had to deal with a problem at work, and the baby was slow coming... I was starting to panic... So she hugged me, and told me not to worry... I was feeling really horny, and I kissed her. I said sorry, and she said not to worry, and kissed me back. On the lips, a deep, passionate French kiss...

"My little secret vice. I like girls. And I've fancied you for ages... "

"Me too..."

Soon I was relaxing, and getting lost in the moment. She lifted my nightie, and started playing with my boobs, then moved down over my belly, and started teasing my clit with her tongue... I had a lovely orgasm, and then she got some lube out of her bag, lathered her hand and started working it up my fanny. I'd never been fisted before, and this was an incredible time to start... Soon I came again... Still no contractions though...

And when the community midwife phoned, and I told her nothing was happening, she told me to let her know when they started. The way things were going, I was quite happy for them to hold off for a while longer... I've got big boobs, and they were even bigger then, and I pulled Jean towards me, and got her fondling them and sucking my nipples. I had this crazy idea that when the baby was born, and my milk started coming I wanted her feeding from me too... Then that thought was shattered when I heard hubby at the door... We pulled back from each other hurriedly, just in time for me to be under the sheets when hubby came into our bedroom...

"Hi love, still nothing?" he asked.

"No, still waiting, Jeff. Back pain, I know it's coming, but no waters breaking, no contractions..."

"I think it'll be soon, Jeff," Jean said "I've just got that midwife's feeling about it..."

She looked at me, and I knew what she meant. I wanted her again...

"Jeff, you can help." Jean added...

"Like, how?"

"Jeff, the best way to get things moving is for you to fuck her, and when I say fuck her, I mean show her who's boss... Absolutely bang her... I know she's a bossy cow, and she can be a right bitch to you... It's time to put her in her place. Look at this..."

She lifted off the covers...

"Look at this cunt. Her labia are engorged, and her cleft is open. That's nature's way of telling you she needs a fucking."

She bent over, and whispered in Jeff's ear, although she made sure I could hear...

"She needs to be raped, Jeff... You need to really make it hurt..."

Then she stopped whispering...

"Hold her down, Jeff..."

I knew he'd been angry with me about the fact we hadn't had sex in six months, and now he had permission to make me pay... I was quite turned on. He put his forearm across my neck, and it was difficult to breathe... Meanwhile, Jean strapped my wrists to the bedpost... Then, with adhesive bandage she trussed me with my legs up and my arse exposed... Then she taped my mouth up... I was getting wet...

"She's been a bad bitch. She's told me you haven't been allowed to fuck her for six months... What are you, Jeff? You should just take it when you want it... Spank her arse, Jeff... I'll help... Two dozen, Jeff. A dozen each. You take the right cheek, I'll take the left one..."

I had my doubts he'd do it... I dominate our relationship, and Jeff does what he's told for a quiet life. I was wrong. That first one really stung. I wasn't sure how I'd explain the red marks to the Community Midwife, but I was enjoying this. I counted twenty-four and wished there were more...

"Now Jeff, get out that cock for me," Jean asked. "Carole says it's quite a big one... Oh yes... Let me stiffen it up a bit..."

With that she took him in her mouth. Looking back I'm just amazed at what we did. An experienced midwife is about to give birth. Her husband is with her. Her friend, who is her team leader, is there too. Together, they've spanked her arse like it's never been spanked before. Then she takes her husband's cock in her mouth. I've had kinky thoughts about threesomes before, but to act on the fantasies at that moment was just amazing. I was just so turned-on... What a time to realise I wanted to be a slut...

Jeff was looking big, and to be honest although he's a kind, intelligent and lovely man, his cock is one of the best things about him... I realised now that I would never ration myself again, and never ration him either... She took his cock out of her mouth...

"Jeff, I want you to fuck her so hard she splits open..."

What came next was the longest, hardest fuck I've ever had from him. I could see having Jean there was really turning him on. Especially when she hitched up her skirt, took off her knickers and, removing the tape from my mouth, straddled my face...

"Make me come, bitch..."

I knew she wore hold-ups for work, but she had them on on her day off too, tan ones that stroked my cheeks as I licked... And yes, I made her come. Jeff was still banging me too... Jean reached for her bag again, got out the lube, and covered her fingers, slipping first one finger up my arse, then another, then three... I came with a vengeance, and Jeff came too. I think she'd touched the head of his cock through my vaginal wall... My waters were gushing out of me. And yes, a contraction came, at last...

Jean went into proper midwife mode, cleaning things up, and getting her knickers back on...

"Jeff, this is going to take a while. Have a shower now. You’ve been magnificent. What I’d give for a fuck like that..."

He did as he was told. Jean cleaned me up, and gave me a kiss...

"That was lovely..."

"Let's do it again soon, Jean. When I'm not pregnant! Although, what about your Dave?"

"He knows - we've swung for years..."

"Hmmm... I've always fancied him..."

Then we heard the call downstairs...

"Midwife calling!"

It was Rachel, one of the girls on the community team who did home deliveries.

"Come on up..."

She came into the room. Most of the evidence of sin was hidden... She checked me over, and after she'd done pulses and pressures, she took a look downstairs... She looked nonplussed...

"The red marks? My lovely husband has just smacked my arse... It makes me horny... I wanted a fuck, and he’s given me the most exquisite boning. Reamed my cunt good and proper.. So you might find some semen about..."

"And the lube around your anus?"

"A few fingers went up there too..."

She looked at Jean.

"And lubricant around your vagina as well?"

She looked at Jean again.

"I had a fisting earlier..."

"Well, it seems to be working beautifully... As we all know but can never advise, a good fisting and a shag are the best things one can do before childbirth!"

"They're pretty good anytime," said Jean...

Jeff had come back into the room... Rachel the midwife couldn't see, but he had sat behind Jean, and was stroking her arse, before lifting her skirt from behind and slipping his hand between her legs. I winked at them both... I wanted them to go on. Then I had another contraction...

"Rachel, I want to relax to help me manage the pain... I've read that self-pleasure works really well... Would you mind if I masturbated?"

"Well, I know it works far better than drugs, although we’re not supposed to say it... So if you want to it's not a problem..."

"And I'd like to watch my husband fuck my friend on top of the chest of drawers while I'm doing it..."

Jean sat on top of the chest. Her cunt was at the perfect height for Jeff, and with just a little prompting he was soon inside Jean...

"That's lovely, Jeff,” said Jean, “That cock’s a gem. Rachel, I think you're getting a bit hot and bothered. It wouldn't be appropriate for you to join in, but if you'd like to, there's a Silver Bullet in my handbag... That will help you get some relief, darling."

At The Marketing Conference: Part 29

“We try to keep what goes on at these conferences quiet... As far as the rest of the world is concerned, they’re about businesswomen networking and upgrading their skills and knowledge. As far as the sex element is concerned, the rule’s supposed to be that what happens at conference stays at conference. 

Sometimes I think the odd little snippet must leak out, though. Some first-time delegates seem to know that these conferences are a great place for girl-girl action... She hasn’t been before, and she’s just stroked my arse... And I felt her finger feeling my bum-crack through my dress. I liked that...

At The Marketing Conference: Part 28

"She was just so shy at the start of the conference, and in the picture she's still a bit shy and reserved. It's like she knows she did something wrong the previous  night, and even the lady taking this photograph knows what it was....

At registration, Oonagh and I noticed that she had a lovely pair of tits on her, and we looked at each other to say we're going to have that piece of Fermanagh cunt tonight. She works for an agricultural equipment business down in the country, they're developing her role from admin to include some sales, and they thought they'd send her off on this course to develop her confidence... Well, we're working on it!

We honestly didn't believe a girl could be that innocent and naive in the twenty-first century. Although she lives at home with her parents, she's a church-goer and an Officer in the Girls Brigade so that explains a lot... And her boyfriend is training for the Ministry, and her father is a big-wig in the Orange Lodge. So for a pair of convent-girls gone wrong like me and Oonagh, she's just too much of a temptation to pass up...

After the afternoon session on the first day, I explained to her what would happen afterwards, and asked her if she'd like to sit with us at dinner. After dinner I told her we all usually went to the hotel spa, and relaxed around the pool and jacuzzi before bed. I decided I wouldn't tell her how we relax around the jacuzzi and pool. She could find that out for herself...

At dinner she said she didn't normally drink alcohol, but I suggested a wee Prosecco wouldn't do any harm. I kept her glass topped up, and every so often I'd do the wee things I do when I'm chatting up a straight woman who's bit a nervous... Wee non-sexual touches when I want to emphasise a point, lots of smiles, gentle eye contact - and there's nothing wrong with using NLP on someone without their consent if you want their cunt... 

So by the end of the dinner, she didn't seem to mind me putting my arm lightly round her waist, or touching her hand when I was telling her something. And Oonagh was doing the same. Then it was off to the spa... She came out of the cubicle in a swimming costume, and we were outside, naked. I think she was a bit shocked, and I said to her that since the conference was women only, most of us preferred to be naked in the spa. She said she was a shy about that kind of thing, and I told her that there were all shapes and sizes of women out there, and that being naked would do wonders for her confidence. Then, of course, the clincher...

"You'll probably be the only one in a costume, Grace. Do you really want to stand out?"

She hesitated.

"Let's have a look at you, Grace." I lowered first one strap, then the other, releasing her breasts...

"You're looking great!" said Oonagh "you're in much better shape than me! Must be all that work on the farm..."

I'd got her costume down to her waist by then, and pulled it down further to reveal a dense carpet of dark pubes. She could see my fanny, where I've had the hair lasered off, and I could see she felt a bit self-conscious... The she turned to look at Oonagh's cunt, which is natural and unshaven.

"It's all a matter of taste, isn't it?" I said "and besides, I'm not a natural blonde, and it's just vanity on my part, but if the carpet doesn't match the curtains, I'll do without the carpet."

That was lie one, and lie two. Oonagh doesn't shave hers because she has got a thing going with two women who lecture at the University, and they think a thick muff is a matter of feminist principle. Mine's smooth because my boss at work loves age-play, and he likes me dressed up in a gingham dress and white kneesocks as a primary-school girl. I wasn't going to tell her that...

So we led her into the spa, and she did a bit of a double-take. Yes, there were lots of naked women round the pool. We'd told her that. Most of them were already kissing and cuddling, the sex toys were out, and already one of the Province's leading businesswomen was experiencing an orgasm from one of the young interns... Grace was a bit shocked. I held her hand gently, and got her to sit down between me and Oonagh on three loungers. She still looked nervous...

"You seem a bit nervous, Grace. It's just women together relaxing and enjoing themselves. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. But I've got a wee friend here that'll help you relax," I said, and slipped a Silver Bullet out of my clutch bag and switched it on.

"Just have a wee wank, Grace." I parted her the hair on her fanny, and slipped it inside her cleft. "A wee bit wet, Grace! You naughty girl..."

As I played with her cunt, Oonagh started kissing those lovely big round tits, the lucky bitch. Then, as Grace hit her first climax, another lady joined us and slipped a dildo into her cunt, as I continued to play with her clitoris.

"Not too hard, I'm still a virgin," said Grace, but I could tell she wanted more, and I kissed her on the lips...

Then I moved down her body and started to lick her cunt-lips. A fourth lady joined us, and straddling Grace's head, led her towards her open cunt, and soon had Grace's tongue inside her... Grace screamed with pleasure again as I worked her clitoris, and then, although her tongue was still inside the other woman's fanny, I took her hand and placed her fingers inside my wet cleft... The woman squirted all over Grace's face, and I decided it was one of those moments when she needed some comfort and reassurance, so I kissed her face all over, licking off the woman's cunt-juice... Then Grace kissed me, first tentatively, then more firmly and deeply, and I smelt and tasted cunt on her.

"You OK, Grace?"

"Very... I think I've wanted this for years..."

Every woman in that spa wanted Grace, and all of them had her last night, enjoying her hairy cunt, fondling those incredible boobs of hers, and Grace got a lot more confident as the night went on... And the last women in the spa were me, Oonagh and that leading businesswoman who finished the evening in a 69 with Grace, before I led Grace to bed, and Oonagh took the woman... We took each other to a climax again, and Grace lay in my arms...

"So much for being good-livin, I've had a right night of sin..."

"Well, really? Did you enjoy yourself? Did you hurt anyone?"

"Well, I loved it, and I didn't hurt anyone - if my boyfriend or my parents knew, they would be hurt..."

"They don't need to know, do they?"

Although some of them knew soon enough... She was up in town on some GB course last week, and we met for a coffee. And an afternoon in a friend's flat, but that's another story. She told the boyfriend that if he wasn't going to fuck her, she'd ditch him... He's ditched. 

She's right - like I told her, if he's a virgin, leave another woman to sort it out. It's not worth it. Anyway, she's using her new skills. She's fancied this other woman in the GB for years. She was already a Leader when Grace was in the juniors. After a Church Parade, Grace gave her a lift home, went in for a coffee, and had her hand up her skirt within ten minutes...