‘Go get him girl!’
I tore my lips away from Duke and turned to see where the voice had come from. I saw a little old lady walking along the path, using a walking stick to support herself. She gave me a toothless grin.
‘You’re only young once, young lady. Get it while you can, I say. You’ll be an old married woman before you know it, and then it’s all over. Enjoy being single before it’s too late!’
I sat up, feeling rather embarrassed, and smiled at the woman. ‘I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to offend you…’
The old lady paused and cackled back at us. ‘Offend me? You must be joking. I was nineteen in 1967, darling. That was the Summer of Love. I had more sex in that year than you’ve had in your whole lifetime!’
I seriously doubted if that was true, yet it was an impressive claim, nevertheless.
Go Grandma, go!
But it was obvious that making out in the park wasn’t a very good idea. Too many people around. And it was hardly necessary, seeing as Duke’s place was just around the corner.
I punched Duke playfully on the shoulder. ‘Come on, Mr. Metrosexual. Take me back to your place and prove to me once and for all that you’re not gay. I still have my doubts.’
‘All right, then. I’ll take that as a personal challenge. Come with me and I’ll give you all the proof you ever need,’ he said.
He helped me to my feet, and we walked out of the park hand in hand, with Charles bounding around us like an over-sized puppy. I know you’re only interested in the naughty bits, so let’s skip the crap and cut to Duke’s bedroom a short time later…
***
…when we were both naked and lying on Duke’s bed ready to fuck.
I must admit, I do have a thing about English guys. Before this trip, I hadn’t realized there were so many different accents in the UK. And they all sound so cute. I had no idea which part of Britain Duke originated from, but the sound of his voice made me melt. But all that was just the icing on the cake.
Or perhaps I should say the icing on the beefcake. Because Duke was built to impress. Remind me to give you his number so that you can put it in your phone. Then if you ever find yourself in London and in urgent need of rescuing, you can give him a call. You won’t regret it. I certainly wasn’t regretting lying on the bed alongside him. The view was more impressive than anything you can see from the Millennium Wheel. I guess he spent some time pumping iron in the gym, as well as having a job that kept him in good shape.
Bulging muscles? Check.
Six-pack abs? Check.
I definitely liked what I saw. Duke seemed to like my shape, too. Especially my breasts. If I say so myself, they are impressive assets. Duke allowed his hands to slip down onto my chest, and he fondled my boobs like a teenager exploring a woman for the first time. His bulging erection confirmed that I had been completely off course with the gay theme – this guy was hot to trot for some pussy. And I was ready to deliver as much of that as he could handle.
‘You are a beautiful woman,’ Duke said softly. ‘You looked good even when you were stranded on that fire escape. Now you look simply fantastic.’
I giggled and fluttered my eyelashes at him. ‘Do you think I’m sexy?’ I’m not above fishing for compliments…I’ll take them any way I can get them.
‘Sexy? You are irresistible. I can’t believe that you are here in my bed.’
‘And you don’t have an angry wife who is likely to come charging through the door with a carving knife?’
‘Nope.’
‘And no gay lover with a rolling pin?
‘Definitely not. It’s just me and Charles.’
At the mention of his name, Charles barked. Yup, that’s right. The dog was right there in the bedroom with us, lying on the floor and panting. When Duke said they were best buddies, he wasn’t kidding. But I had a feeling that in a few minutes, I would be panting even louder than the Great Dane. Duke ignored Charles and started to kiss me, starting with my breasts and working down to my tummy. They were soft and gentle caresses – whatever the English equivalent of Hershey’s Kisses would be. Sweet and delicious, and nice enough to make you want more.
Duke didn’t stop at my tummy. He continued to work his way downwards, kissing my hips and my thighs, and then softly pushing my legs apart to check out the space within. I guess firemen are used to exploring dark, hot places. Duke seemed to be comfortable with what he found down there. I felt his tongue lap against my labia, and my toes curled as I let out a gasp of pleasure. I lay back and closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation as my firefighter worked his way along my most private parts. Then he reached the sensitive bud at the head. He began to work my clit with his tongue – tiny, gentle flicks that sent me to the edge of ecstasy. He began to roll his tongue around my most sensitive area, generating waves of pleasure that were just too good to resist. Then again, I didn’t want to resist. I just let the enjoyment wash over me until my body inevitably exploded in an orgasm that had me clenching the sheets.
This wasn’t just sex. This was fireworks. So now it was official. Duke was definitely not gay. There was no way this was his first time pleasuring a lady – he had been between a woman’s legs on more than one occasion, I was sure of that. After a while, Duke came up for air.
‘How was that?’ he asked, with that familiar grin plastered all over his face.
‘Getting warmer,’ I replied. ‘But I’m still not one hundred per cent convinced. You still haven’t given me undeniable proof. I won’t know whether you are gay or not until I see how you fuck a woman…that’s the only proof that this court can accept.’
‘Well, in that case, your honor, lie back and get ready for a good shafting. I want my case to be proved beyond all reasonable doubt.’
I was happy to oblige. I lay my head back on the pillow, while Duke positioned himself over me. I could see his dick now, and I must admit I felt sorry for the gay population who were going to miss out on a very good thing. I love the way cocks come in all shapes and sizes, and I have become something of an expert on the subject over the years. Duke had what I would call a hammer – not so much long as thick, a blunt instrument that could do its job very effectively in the right hands.
Right now, the hammer was in Duke’s hands as he prepared himself for penetration. He edged forward on the bed, so that his knees were level with my thighs. Then he lowered himself until his dick touched against my vulva.
Oooh! I love that sensation. I’m addicted to the feeling of excitement and anticipation, knowing that I am just moments away from getting hammered. Duke teased me, rolling his dick around my vulva – touching my clit, then sliding along my labia until he reached the entrance to my vagina. Then he pushed…ever so slowly and softly. All kinds of melodies of joy were singing in my head as I felt his manhood plunging ever deeper within. As he pushed, Duke leaned forward to kiss me. I ran my arms along his back and down to his buttocks, kissing him back with equal passion and fervor. Duke pulled his lips away and looked me directly in the eyes.
‘Angel, your parents named you well – you have the body of an angel. But an unusually sexy one.’
‘A fallen angel, maybe. I don’t think there’s much room for my type in heaven.’
‘You don’t need to go to heaven. I can take you to paradise and back, right here and now.’
‘OK, then take me, my hunky hero.’
And take me he did. Duke withdrew until his dick was barely touching me, and then he slid into me with enough force to take my breath away. All I could do was spread my legs and prepare for the onslaught. Like I said earlier, British guys know how to fuck. I think perhaps they teach it in school over there, because they all seem to have special skills in the subject. Duke was neither slow and sensual, nor fast and manic. He was more kind of powerful – thrusting into me in a steady rhythm that was electric in its intensity. I could feel his dick powering inside me, filling me up and making my whole body shake with pleasure. Duke was enjoying himself, too. His breathing b
ecame faster as he took me again and again. I wrapped my legs around his back and encouraged him to fuck me harder. Duke took the hint and soon I could feel his balls slapping against my thighs as he accelerated inside me.
I knew I was going to come, there was no doubt about that. But I tried to hold out until Duke was ready, too. I knew he wasn’t far away. I could tell from his intense breathing and the way his face flushed red. And when he finally exploded within me, I let myself go, too. The fireworks went off all around me, and I felt tingles of pleasure from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. Duke was loud, letting out a primal grunt as his release came. But he wasn’t as loud as me. I closed my eyes and screamed with pleasure as the joy racked through me.
I felt a strong male touching my face, snuffling against my cheeks. Then he was licking me, big sloppy licks…
Hey, wait a second…this isn’t right…
I opened my eyes and saw that it wasn’t Duke licking me. It was Charles. The enormous dog had his front paws on the bed and was frantically licking both me and Duke. Not only that, I could see that he had a giant hard-on – one that put even Duke’s equipment to shame. Duke pushed him away.
‘Hey, Charles – no! Bad dog. This is private between me and Angel. Lie down!’
The dog reluctantly took his paws off the bed and sat on the floor, his giant head looking at us reproachfully. He seemed to be wondering why he wasn’t allowed to join in the fun.
Duke kissed me. ‘Sorry about that, Angel. He just wants to play. Do you want me to put him outside?’
I shook my head. ‘No, it’s OK. This is his home after all. And besides, what woman wouldn’t want to be in a bedroom with two gorgeous, well-hung males?’
Duke laughed. ‘Well, I guess if you put it that way, he can stay. You’re sure you don’t mind?’
‘I’m certain. And in any case, Charles has given me an idea.’
‘An idea? What idea?’
I turned over onto my tummy, then raised myself up onto my hands and knees. I bent my head down, spread my legs and lifted my butt to give Duke a very good view of my internal plumbing.
‘Time for round two,’ I said. ‘And this time, let’s do it doggy style.’
### END OF EPISODE ###
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