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A Lockdown Dream

Hello Everyone,

I am writing this just after the Prime Minister announced some gentle relaxing of the isolation and lockdown rules. It looks as if it will be a good while yet before we can get back to the kind of socialising that was normal only a few weeks ago. In short, we're still not supposed to be getting any closer than two metres to anyone else. Which is a shame, because the kind of distances I have grown to like over the years are more like eight inches to zero inches, repeated for quite a long time. I think you can tell what I'm on about! Ah well, I can still dream...

On the subject of dreams,  recently I read reports of some people experiencing what they call 'lockdown dreams', dreams that are really vivid combinations of reality and fantasy. I can't say that I had noticed my dreams being any more vivid than usual of late, but then the very next night I found myself in a very startling situation!

I was in bed - you're right, a lot of my dreams do take place there! - but I wasn't at home. I somehow knew that I was supposed to be in hospital, but it wasn't how I expected a hospital to be either. I sat up in bed, looking around the room, first to see if I had any patient notes, then when I couldn't see those to try and find my clothes. I certainly didn't feel as if I ought to be there.

Then the door opened and two people came in. I was half-expecting them to be wearing full biological isolation suits, but they weren't. They appeared to be two nurses. They seemed to think I was unconscious or asleep or something because they spoke as if I wasn't there. The first thing I remember hearing was,

'Do you have your identity protection equipment, Nurse Smith?'

'I do. That virus won't be able to infect me like this!'

'Good. Is my equipment in order?'

'Let me check.'

I watched, fascinated, as the first nurse stood while the second nurse stroked her hair, then put her hand between the first nurse's legs, letting it linger there a while before saying,

 'Everything appears to be in place and in order, Nurse Jones. Shall we begin?'

'Yes, let's! Now, this patient is having a troubled isolation. We are, to begin with, light physical contact therapy, progressing if early indications are good. I shall take the lead during this initial phase; I would like you to watch carefully, as I will be asking you to do this in future.'

I wondered how they couldn't see I wasn't awake, but they kept talking as if I couldn't hear them.

'Now, as you can see Ms Blu here has lovely, large mature breasts. The first stage of the treatment is to squeeze these, while reciting out loud other possible names for them. Observe -'

The first nurse reached across and took hold of me, her fingers gently kneading my flesh. As she did she spoke in a flat, low-key voice.

'I'm feeling your tits, I'm groping your boobs, I'm squeezing your hooters. Do you see the technique, Nurse Smith?'

'I do, Nurse Jones.'

'Would you be able to carry on for me, do you think?'

'I'm happy to try, Nurse Jones.'

Nurse Smith reached out, took a firm grasp, and said the same as the first nurse,

'I'm feeling your tits, I'm groping your boobs, I'm squeezing your hooters.'

'Let me just stop your there, Nurse Smith. There are a couple of observations. The main one is that you should be doing that to the patient, not me.'

Nurse Smith looked a little crestfallen. Nurse Jones gave a sympathetic look.

'Perhaps I could have made my meaning clearer. Would you like to try again?'

The nurse turned to me. I felt ten different fingers on my chest. I tried to speak, but for some reason I couldn't. I wiggled a little to try and communicate.

'Ah, that's good, Nurse Smith, you're getting a reaction out of her! Now, before you go on, just let me add that when you repeated what I said, you were compromising on an important aspect of the treatment protocol. There is the physical element - the squeezing - and the mental/auditory one, where you stimulate the patient's mind. To do that effectively, you need to keep finding new words. Incidentally, your squeezing technique showed great promise! It certainly got my pussy nice and wet.'

I blinked frantically to try and get through to them, but they just took it as another sign that the treatment was working. Nurse Smith began to feel me up once more, and strange as it may seem, I too felt myself becoming aroused.

'I'm groping her jugs, I'm massaging her puppies, I'm playing with her fun bags...'

I closed my eyes and shook my head. Nurse Jones looked at me approvingly.

'I think you're making progress there, Nurse Smith! Excellent variety of breast synonyms, by the way. You appear to have got her to the stage where she might even be receptive to male contact. If only...'

Nurse Smith coughed.

'If it helps any, Nurse Jones, I do have a penis I can use on her.'

'You do? Oh, that would be excellent! Let me see.'

The two nurses fiddled with Nurse Smith's uniform, opening it to reveal a large, stiff cock. Nurse Jones announced that she had to perform a preliminary check, to make sure it was fit for purpose, then knelt in front of her colleague and took her - his! - cock right into the back of her throat. Her head bobbed a few times, then she pulled back, breathing heavily.

'Yes, that should do the trick, Nurse Smith! Right, I'll pull her nightdress up. You just get between her thighs...'

I looked down and saw her take hold of Nurse Smith's fat, hard cock and gently place it between my pussy lips.

'OK, when you're ready, I'm going to watch  and wank myself stupid while you slam it right into her cunt.'

Perhaps it was the crudity of the remark that did it, but frustratingly I woke up with a start, right as Nurse Smith was about to begin giving me a much-needed seeing-to! I lay back, back in my own bed, and felt around for my trusty rabbit. It slipped inside easily, and I brought myself off in record time! Then a thought occurred to me, and I dug out my mobile to text.

'Hi Pippa, it might be a bit weird, but I've had this idea for a shoot we can do. Lorna x'

Love and Kisses, Lorna Blu xxx

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The Present – A tale of Girl/Girl Sex

Hello Everyone,

This blog relates to a recent video I’ve posted -  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 annexe 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?

Stay safe (and horny!) Love and kisses, Lorna Blu xxx


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Webcam, phone sex and Erotica

Hello Everyone,

Now before I brighten your day by telling you one of my delightfully horny stories, I want to mention that tomorrow (Thursday 2nd April between 11am and 11pm).  I'm available for Webcam/skype/WhatsApp/Vid calls and phone sex. 

So where are we again? Ah yes, I remember! In reality, it is mid-afternoon in a medium-sized town and I've just driven over to visit you at your detached house, but we aren't bothered by reality right now. For you and me right now, it's late at night in a strange, busy city. You're a young man working away from home for a few days, and you've had just a little more to drink than you planned to with your evening meal. You're young, your hormones are in full flood, and you don't want to have the adult channel surcharge appearing on your hotel bill. Besides, this is the perfect chance to try out for real some of the things that your equally inexperienced girlfriend knows nothing about. So you venture down to that slightly edgy part of the city that you heard the rumours about, and that is where you found me.

I bet My pale top under the street light was the first thing to catch your eye. You saw me holding my jacket open and pushing my chest out to another guy walking past, as I stood in the classic pose of the street girl. I watched you come towards me you know, crossing the road. I saw your appraising looks, I imagined the slight hesitation about whether I'd look as good in your bedroom as I did under the sodium lamp. I breathed in a little more and knew instantly you were thinking about how it would feel to hold my tits. You were pleasant, eager, fairly sober. Both of us were happy with the arrangement when I slipped my arm through yours and we walked back to your hotel.

I know you were a little worried about reception, but trust me, they see a lot of that kind of thing! It is a little bit more of a thrill for you, and besides you didn't see Lucasz winking at me as we went in, no doubt relishing the thought of how he's going to "charge" me for turning a blind eye, the blow job that his minimum wage wouldn't stretch to...

So, we're back in your room, I'm at your disposal. Where do we begin? Oh, easy tiger! We may have met on a street corner, but that doesn't make me any less of a lady! Let's try a little tenderness, shall we? Move that hand, please. And back off a little. There. Close is OK, about there...? Yes, that's better. 

Now. Kissing. Slowly at first...lips just touching. Gently. Pretend you might get your face slapped if you go too fast. That's better! Mouth closed until I say so. (You smell minty - good boy! Brushing your teeth means I'm more likely to do..this...mmm.) Oh, that's good. You watched me close my eyes, but you weren't in too much of a rush. That's right, I like almost to make friends with a tongue before I let in. Gently and...mmm...oh, you're good! Unhurried, deep...I'm not sure which part of that combination is most important in a French kiss, but you covered both bases. That is good. Give a girl a chance to wonder how far that tongue might go into other places.

Ah, not too quick with that hand!  Here, let me show you. Just on the side of my chest, there, so you're really holding my rib cage more than anything. I know it may not feel as interesting right now, but you know you want to feel my breast, I know you want to feel my breast, we both know you're going to soon anyway, but think how much better it is for both of us if I want you to feel my breast. OK, another kiss - let me push back with my tongue a second! - and now slip your hand round the front. Underneath - oh, that's good! - and up. Pretend you're a bra cup. Do you see? Good! Feel the weight in your hand...now gently move your thumb on my nipple. Yes, it is you having that effect on me! There's a reason the English language went to the trouble of making up the word "fondle" for the action of a hand on a breast. I know we do sometimes use it for other things, but we know it's really about women having their tits felt by men - or other women - before they fuck.

Sorry, did I say the F-word too soon? I can tell you haven't done a lot of this. But you're doing pretty well so far for a novice. I'm starting to think maybe I'll get to come as well this time if I can just keep you from getting too carried away! I heard you moan when I put my tongue into your mouth there, I might have to slow things down a little. Don't want you making a mess in your pants before we get down to the good parts, do we?

OK, keep kissing. Nice and deep, that's good, but not too forcefully. At least not yet. Ah, I see you're getting your other hand into action. That's quite good but try this. Put one arm around my shoulder and hug, as if you're pulling me as close to you as you can. Now put your other hand with your fingers spread like a stop sign, or like a buffer on a train, put it on my boob and gently push away. Do you play the piano? You can try gently pressing each finger, in turn, down as if you were playing a scale on me. Did that make you laugh? Good! Sex can get very earnest, it's good to approach things light-heartedly sometimes. Hell, you're getting me wet. Perhaps I'd better do a little exploring myself, find out what's in store for me soon. Oh, that feels as if will be nice.

I think we'd better have some undressing soon, don't you? Don't interrupt the flow too much, but just make a start on unbuttoning and unfastening things. Here's another tip for you - there's a place in the middle of my tongue that is nicely sensitive if you try pressing down with the tip of yours...a bit further...there, oh, that hit the spot! Now, look into my eyes - bright and eager, wouldn't you say? - take hold of my top and peel it over my head.

 

Ooh! Yes, just reach down between the fabric and my nipples, gently, gently, then lift over the cloth ... I don't know if it was your girlfriend who taught you how to handle bras and breasts, but she seems to have covered all the main points...and now you've uncovered two of mine! I'm sure her nipples are nice and cute and perky, but mine..yes, full, fat, large and still sensitive. So bite by all means, but bite gently - yes, now more tongue...yes, that's good. Let me just feel the stiffness of that through your trousers. Mmmm. Did you like that? The little touch of thumbnail, pressing back from the very tip. I like the way you flinched, then lifted your hips a little. I can tell you want me. Did you know I might very well want you more, though?

Right, where's that chair? OK, stand in front of it. I'm just going to do the bare minimum here, unbuckling, unzipping, easing trousers down to your knees. It's your turn now, this skirt is so short you'll only have to lift it, not take it off. These panties are another matter though. Peel them down, please. Yes, all the way. Yes past the stockings. And the boots. I think you missed a trick there, if you don't mind me saying so, there's a little stretch of bare skin at the top of each thigh, you could have just stroked...oh, clever boy! Bending down to breathe in my scent, and gently brushing your lips against me... no time to waste. Sit in the chair. I'm going to lift my leg a little, to step out of my panties. Now I'm going to lower it, on the other side of your lap. See what I did there? Now, let's just have a little eye contact, please. Good! Now, I know we shouldn't do this next part really, but if I sit now...mmmm.....

And now you're in my cunt.

Every boy should have at least one night with an older woman. I don't know if that young girlfriend of yours has let you do this yet?  Mmm.  Right, I'm not going to go wild here (though it is quite a tempting thought!) I'm just going to sit with you inside me, and unbutton your shirt....now arms up - then  I can take it off over your head. I need your chest naked for this next bit. Arms by your side, at least to begin with!  Let's pause a second and grin very satisfied grins at each other. I'm just going to slide a little closer to you, to make sure your cock is right up inside me...mmmm....now I bring my arms up and put them around your neck. Yes, that's right, it pulls us closer, close enough to see our reflections in each other's eyes, close enough for my nipples to stab gently into your chest on each stroke.. didn't I mention strokes? Silly me! Yes, I make just little up and down movements - like this - and there you are, fucking me. Yes, probably it's me fucking you, but is either of us complaining?

God, that's good! There's nothing quite like devouring fresh, stiff young cock!  Now, this is where all that foreplay pays off. I know from experience you won't be able to hold out much longer without coming. The good news is, neither will I! One hand on my tit...you can be a little rougher now! - and the other...oh, that's imaginative… and a little naughty. OK, I'll let you this once, but next time make sure I don't mind it going there and....

And that is what it feels like to be inside a woman when she orgasms. Good, no?

And unless I'm very much mistaken, you're about to... god almighty, do you always come that much? I hope you've kept something in reserve. There's a lot more learning before the night is over!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx


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Lorna Blu Horny in Isolation

Hello Everyone,

Lorna Blu - Join me for a Glass of Red

In case you’re wondering … yes, as things stand, I’m still available for outcalls, but 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, more importantly, 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 bucket loads! 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 the 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 one 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?'

Stay happy, horny and well,

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

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BJ at the Opera

Hello Everyone,

 

Thought you'd like to hear about my recent naughty misbehaviour ...

 

I do like to think of myself as a respectable lady, dignified, at ease in all sorts of social situations and generally the epitome of class. The only trouble is my very refined exterior contains a rather naughty interior Lorna, one that really enjoys indulging her sensuality and her sexuality. So sometimes when the mood takes me I do indulge myself! I recall one night I was accompanying a gentleman friend on an outing to the opera. The dress was not a problem for me, and if I say so myself I looked rather fetching!

We took some photos before going out, which seemed to cause my gentleman friend a few difficulties. I was coyness itself of course, but there was no getting away from the fact that my outfit tended to draw attention to my chest - specifically the large areas of juicy, lickable flesh with that oh-so-tempting valley that seems to fascinate men so much! His difficulties included eyes out on stalks, tongue dropping down to obscure his bow tie and a certain rigidity in his trousers. Giving a man a hard-on is always something I enjoy, and the photos got a little more tantalising. I can be such a tease sometimes!

I finished off my glass of wine and was just about to tell him that we ought to be going when he started getting frisky! He's a very good kisser, very polite but still nicely "in charge" when it comes to deep tongue kisses, and as I closed my eyes I could feel myself starting to respond, if you know what I mean. I squirmed, but as I felt him place his warm hand on my frankly slightly chilly breast it was as if a switch was flicked. I don't normally do self-discipline, but the truth is I was looking forward to the show so I told him to behave - a remark I was partly addressing to my naughty self! - and that there would be plenty of time for him to have me later on. He looked a little crestfallen at first, so I hinted there would be something a little special coming his way.  

 

The meal before we went into the evening's entertainment passed off well, and with arms linked we went into the box that had been assigned to us.

 

Owing to a little fluke with the tickets, my date and I found ourselves alone in our box, and whether it was the wine, the company,  the music (I'm not normally a major opera fan!) or that little hint of pleasure postponed from earlier in the evening, I started feeling the urge I mentioned, the need to get a little more involved, starting to make its presence felt as the first half got underway.

 Went down was the operative term! I don't suppose this is a common problem, but there is not too much you can do in a crowded opera house without drawing attention to yourself (remember lots of people there have binoculars!), and while I do sometimes go in for sex in public places I was aiming to be a little more refined this time around. I decided a little oral fun would be just about right though, and as the rather buxom soprano went into an aria I secretly unzipped my male friend and sent my neatly-varnished fingertips on a voyage of exploration in his underwear.

 

It didn't take long for me to discover the wildlife I had been seeking, and after giving him some gentle finger-tip strokes, I eased his cock out of his fly, gave its thickening shaft one or two strokes to firm things up even more, then calmly dropped my head into his lap, so he could appreciate my tonsils as well as hers.

 

Things went well - I had been keeping him nicely on the boil during dinner - and just as she went into raptures before jumping off the battlements or something I felt the tell-tale stiffening of his thighs and positioned myself to receive the fruits of my labours in my mouth.

 

It was a slightly unusual orgasm he had - he seemed to be coming quite slowly, but prolifically. His sperm kept flowing, and I kept my mouth in place, trying to catch as much in my mouth as I could, waiting for a pause so I could swallow the evidence.  I thought he had finished, but it turned out he was still shooting, so as I took my lips away from his cock things were still in flow, so to speak, and a fair dollop went into my cleavage, unseen. I lifted my head, tapping his shoulder so he looked round to watch while I dealt with it. (If you've never had a mature blonde make eye contact while she swallows, do please get in touch. It can really set a guy up for round two, I find!)

 

We watched on until the interval, then when the house lights came up we stood up, applauded then started making our way downstairs to the bar for interval drinks. We were on the first landing below our box when my date caught sight of my predicament and hissed to me to turn towards him. I'm not sure what people made of him as he took his handkerchief out and dabbed as innocently as he could at my left breast, but nobody said anything. Very discreet these opera-goers!

 

You'll be pleased to hear that we made it through the second half without incident, though my urges got a little stronger as the evening wore on, and though I did manage to resist the urge to have him cowgirl style before the end of the performance, it didn't take us long to get back behind closed doors come the finale and do just that. Our clothes stayed on as we kept unzipping and unfastening to the absolute minimum required, and I avoided the risk of a repeat of the accidental "pearl necklace" by making sure he came somewhere nice and out of sight!

 

Love and Kisses,

 

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A Housewife, a Plumber and a Fucking good time

Hello,

Now you can't take it as read, but it is true that many people going through life do find themselves, from time to time, open to a little adventure if the opportunity presents itself.  There is a grain of truth in those tales about bored housewives, and I know because I used to be one!

This incident happened a few years back, when I was at home by myself. Now although I haven't always been as adventurous as I could have been, I did occasionally find myself experiencing longings that weren't being taken care of. I think you know the sort of thing I mean! So there was Lorna, home alone, and feeling that perhaps some company would improve things.

I had poured myself a nice glass of red, and was thinking seriously about taking a little solo pleasure. I had got very good at giving myself orgasms in those days, but though I was rather skilled at the practical aspects, and certainly had the hang of conjuring up nice fantasies, there was still a part of me that yearned for the unpredictability of an encounter with a real, live man. And then, as if from nowhere, opportunity came knocking at my door. Almost literally, in fact, in the tall, good-looking shape of Andrew.

I had known Andrew for a few years. It's fair to say we always relaxed and comfortable in each other's company, but always on a purely platonic level, and although we got on well together there was never anything "improper" between us. Until for some reason, one day, both of us were a little surprised to find that there was!  

We were out one evening as part of a group, and I just felt that there was that little extra spark between us. We both knew we had to be careful, but we also both felt that it was just a matter of time. According to a good friend of mine, there is nothing quite as arousing as sharing with someone the unspoken knowledge that you're going to wind up in bed together. All we needed was the excuse. And then, one dull day, there it was!

I was a little surprised by who was knocking at the door but pleased! We then went through a rather silly ritual, in which Andrew pretended he had heard from someone that I had a problem with the drain in my kitchen, and I pretended that I had told someone, and then he pretended to fix it. Well, actually, there might have been a loose joint, but I didn't realise that at the time. I made a great play of bending over to demonstrate where I reckoned the leak was, while Andrew made a great play of pretending to look for it, all the while eyeing up the legs I was accidentally displaying to him. Considering it took him all of twenty seconds to tighten the fitting with his bare hands, I don't know how he managed to spend so much time examining my low-cut top.

I told him I had to give him something for all the trouble he had taken to sort me out and offered him a glass of wine. He said he was driving, and besides Sarah would kill him if he went back smelling of drink (this was not that long before they divorced!), but he was willing to have a cup of coffee and a little chat, so I sat him down on my sofa and tried to think up a good way of broaching the subject that was on both our minds in the two minutes it would take to sort out his Nescafe.

I sat nicely close to him and smiled. I was trying to be friendly and available, with a view to getting gently flirtatious, but I was also aware that we didn't have all day, so I had to get things going in the right direction. What I didn't realise was just how strong the wine was, and between the way he was looking at me and the second glass, I was perhaps a little less inhibited than I thought.

"Andrew," I began, my hand placed none-too-subtly on his thigh, "I know you have come round for sex with me, but there's something I need to tell you."

"Go on," he said, the look on his face suggesting I was being a bit more upfront than he expected! I took a deep breath.

"This is going to sound silly, but I'd rather  you didn't fuck me in my bed."

As if it was the most natural thing in the world for the two of us to be discussing adultery like this, he said,

"OK. Where shall we do it? Are you OK on this sofa? Because I have this idea if we don't do it today, we may never get round to it. And I really want to have you."

"On the sofa is fine," I said, "but you're going to have to wear a condom. I don't want any accidents."

He simply nodded, and with that we got on with the business of both of us breaking the marriage vows we had made.  

The knowledge that we were going to somehow took the pressure off things. We stroked and touched each other, in genuine, gently foreplay. I laid back as he kissed and caressed my breasts, his tongue moving smoothly over the firmness of my nipple, then his hand moved between my legs. I gasped a little as he fingered me, and made low mewing noises as he pushed his fingers into me up to the knuckle.  I responded by undoing his fly and exploring his pants.  His cock wasn't hard to find, and I devoured it eagerly to get him ready for the main course. He had other ideas, though, and insisted on putting his mouth on me, his lips on mine, his tongue teasing then penetrating me, lapping up the juice that was flowing for him.  

I got his trousers off, then we kissed hungrily, before I pushed him back down on the sofa and mounted him. I rode his rubbered cock facing towards him, then away from him. He let me dictate the pace, and I made sure to press my pelvis hard into him, squirming slightly to make sure my clitoris got the benefit of rubbing up against the base of his erection.  I let the orgasm wash over me then, perhaps still a little frightened about the prospect of an unwanted souvenir, got up and turned to face him, kneeling between his thighs.

"Would you be upset if I said I didn't want you to come inside me?"

As I said it I leaned forward, and let my breasts fall either side of his erection. He gasped a little as he felt the soft skin sliding over his cock, hard and warm against my boobs.

"You can come on my tits or face, if you like..."

"You know what, Lorna? I've always thought you were so pretty, I think I'd love to fuck you in the mouth. Can we...?"

We swapped places, and I laid on the sofa, my head propped upwards slightly by a cushion. He carefully put his legs either side of my chest and leaned over, pushing his cock into my mouth and moving to and fro, his balls moving over my tits. It was very pleasant, but I felt a little left out. Seeing as we were breaking a commandment anyway, I wanted to see him lose his load with me!

"Give me a facial," I said, "I want that hot cum on my face!"

I started rubbing his cock, aiming it right at my cheek and looking up into his eyes.

"Ah, I want your warm creamy spunk  all over me."

Talk about playing hard to get! As if I wasn't being wanton enough, the bastard reached down between my legs and pushed two fingers inside me, gently rubbing and setting off all sorts of interesting sensations. I started panting, and with my lips open anyway, it seemed natural to lick the head of his cock like a lollipop as I wanked him. I knew he was close, and with a final lick, I took him past the point of no return, feeling a jet of hot salty cum shooting into my mouth, closely followed by more of his hot juice on my nose and cheek. His orgasm subsiding, I smiled up at him, and gently licked away the last drops from the tip of his cock.

So, that was the day we  committed adultery and enjoyed it! The funny thing was, even though we had both got off on it, rather than being at it like rabbits we went back to being very good friends. There was a certain intimacy between us, and I won't deny it got a bit tempting when he got carried away under the mistletoe the following year and started feeling my tits up, but the knowledge that we had and that we could again was a lovely satisfying feeling in its own right. At least until the time when...ah, but that's another story!

Love and kisses, Lorna Blu xxx

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Welcome to 2020!

Happy New Year to you All,

It has been a very busy festive time for me with family and friends (and dogs!) so there aren't too many recent naughty goings-on for me to report on.  I'm sure that will change before much longer though. With the turn of the year a lot of people get into the looking back/looking forwards state of mind. I'm not going to go into details about my resolutions, but I thought you might like to hear about a New Year's eve from a good while back. Who knows, it might give you some ideas for a new year's resolution of your own. Let me explain!

I said a good while back, I won't say exactly when and where because at least two of the people concerned might recognise themselves if I get too specific, but if I tell you I was in my late thirties that would be enough to be going on with. The local pub had a New Year's Eve party, and it turned into quite a late session. The relationship I was in at the time was quite an open one, and I think both of us went there thinking that we might find someone else of like mind and see the new year in with a bang, if you catch my drift! But although there were a few who might have been fun, most people seemed to have their evenings a bit more mapped out than we did, so we scaled our ambitions back a little and just decided to go with the flow.

Now quite late in the evening it turned out that some neighbours of ours had been in the pub all along, keeping out of the way of a party that the elder son was holding for some of his student friends. I discovered this when I found myself at the bar with Tom, the younger son. Tom was nineteen, and more of the thoughtful type than his older brother, who was a mainstay of the local rugby club and had a confident swagger to go with it. Tom and I got on well enough to be on first-name terms, but John was easier to relate to, more nearly adult.

After exchanging a few words at the bar with Tom, I found out that his Mum and Dad were thinking maybe people would go back with them and oversee the wind-down of the youngsters party. Well, it was a nice theory! After Auld Lang Syne at the pub, where I was somehow in between Tom's mother and father when we came to linking arms, my other half and I walked with them back to their place. The party was still going strong, though some of the guests had started to drift off and Tom's dad made certain that the music level came down several notches.

Already slightly merry from the pub, I decided to pass on the temptation of any spirits and alternate between water and  white wine. This worked for the first drink, but when I got back to the kitchen looking for more white wine the bottle was empty. I saw Tom in the doorway, and asked if his parents had a secret stash.  He looked a little nervous, then asked me to follow him to the garage. I thought nothing of it, and made a bit of a joke of it, letting him lead me by the hand.

"I hope your intentions are pure, young man!" I teased him. He closed the door behind us, but didn't turn the light on. We stood like that next to each other for about half a minute, during which I could hear him breathing quite deeply. Finally he summoned up the courage to ask,

"And if they weren't?"

And then there was another long pause.

"Are you all right, Tom?" I said.

He turned, and slowly put his arms around me, in a hug that was quite innocent, but clearly very important to him. His head came down onto my shoulder, and I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I think he was waiting for me to tell him to stop, or perhaps to take things further. It certainly seemed up to me to decide what happened next. In all honesty it was really just a pleasant sensation for both of us. In the end I whispered into his ear,

"We will have to go back in - people will talk!"

"Just another minute," he said, and I let him, then tapped him on the arm and said, "Come on, sunshine!"

He let go reluctantly, then put the light on and looked on a shelf for the wine that was the original reason for going in there. We walked out separately, and I saw my other half across the kitchen raise his eyebrows, about the only comment he was to make on it, though from the way he turned away a little unsteadily he did look very merry himself!

The party still seemed to be going on, and after a second glass of white from the bottle Tom had got for me I started feeling not only a bit sleepy but also a little amorous. The parents had gone to the main room, and the elder boy seemed to have taken his latest conquest back to his room, so the options were getting a bit limited. I tried a bedroom door and found my significant other significantly flaked out in a single bed, snoring very loudly. The only other option I could think of was the "quiet room" a lounge next to the other lounge which was the music room. The partygoers with more stamina were still talking and dancing, albeit at a lower key by this stage of the morning. I peered into the quiet room and saw a couch with a figure sitting upright, nodding. It was Tom, who looked as if he was a little the worse for wear.

"Have you got anywhere an older woman can lay her head?" I asked. At the time I thought I was being subtle, but I wasn't really, was it?

"Hang on, I have just the thing," said Tom, going out to the garage (by himself!) and returning with a sleeping bag.

"The zip is broken," he explained, " but it'll work as a quilt."

"That's very gallant of you," I said, "would you like to share?"

I was being quite naughty by this stage, but I reckoned the fact that there were people still coming and going about the place would keep his ardour in check. He looked quite stunned, so I said,

"As long as all you do is sleep, I'm asking if you'd like to sleep with me."

He paused, and I swear I saw him gulp.

"I'd like that very much, Lorna." he said.

We put cushions at the end of the sofa furthest from the door, then climbed underneath our bedclothes. The night was turning chillier, so I was pleased to have made this cosy arrangement. Someone else drifted in and took up the armchair in the room, turning all the room lights off. The only light came through the doorway, and all of a sudden I realised I was not quite as tired as I first thought.

"Tom," I whispered, "are you still awake?"

He was hardly breathing as we lay there.

"Yes."

He kind of bounced himself into turning over, till we were nearly facing each other. I tried to think of something to let him know that I wasn't bothered by what had - or hadn't - happened in the garage.

"I just wanted you to know," I began, "that I'm not going to tell anyone. I mean about the garage. Or here. I expect someone may say something, but nothing serious. Is that OK?"

"Sure." A pause. "It's just...years...I have.... years. Wanted something. You. Like this."

I nodded, put my head close to his.

"Just be quiet, Tom, quiet and close. I don't mind that. Just stay here...calm...like it was in the garage. That will be nice, won't it?"

He nodded back. Then he put his face next to mine. He put his arm round back and held my shoulder. He felt tense to me, not exactly the way we had been in the garage.

"Are you OK, Tom?" I said. I tried to make it sound sweet, even though we were practically hissing as we whispered at each other. I knew that he was not quite OK, but wasn't sure why not.

"Tell me. You can tell me. I won't say anything."

I heard him gulp.

"Go on. You know what I said. I promise."

"It's this," he said, "this evening. Like this, with you, together. For years I dreamed of something like this, of me...and you...and you...being my first. And it's happening! Only it isn't really, is it? We're here together, and the reason why we're here together tonight won't ever be quite the same again, will it? We'll sleep..together. But not sleep together. You know? And tomorrow...we'll just be pretending and it will all have gone away. Just gone. Just gone."

It was as if a dam had broken. Serious stuff, but not serious, a boy on the edge of manhood, who didn't know how to behave, confronted by a reality that he had imagined - fantasised about, probably - for years. But the house wasn't empty, it wasn't even properly asleep. We couldn't do what he wanted. But that didn't mean we couldn't do anything. I put my hand on his cheek, then held my fingers over his head, as if I was sprinkling salt on him.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Just imagining," I said, "I'm just thinking it's a shame there's never any mistletoe around when you want it, is there? Still. I won't tell if you don't!"

I have to give the boy credit for catching on quickly! We kissed silently, gently then, in what I wasn't sure was his first try passionately. He was a little clumsy, but not over-eager, his tongue staying very politely just inside my lips, till I squirmed a little closer and pulled his head close, so I could get more of him in my mouth. We kissed for what seemed like ages without breathing, then broke for air.

"We can't be noisy," I said, "so don't go too far! But we can go a little further."

I reached down to the hem of the cotton top I was wearing and pulled it up to shoulder level. I half expected him to help, but he seemed unsure what I meant by "don't go too far".  There wasn't much scope for finesse, but there was a little. I pulled my bra up as well, letting my breasts fall free, then put my hand on his chest and slid down to his waist. I grabbed hold of his t-shirt and lifted it chest high as well. I leaned across him, pushing my breasts into the skin of his chest, then kissed him once more.  The next kiss was passionate but tender, and I felt his hand stroking the back of my ribcage.

"I know you want to," I said, "they all do! Go ahead."

He didn't rush. His movements were gentle, deliberate, and he tried to make sure he wasn't the only one to get pleasure from his first time holding my breast. I relaxed with him, then sent my hand down his body again. He was stiff; I knew he must be. I unbuckled his belt, undid the fastener, then eased his trousers open, then slowly curled my fingers round his cock. If this really was the first time he wouldn't last long, I thought. And there was the idea at the back of my mind that he might call out, or declare his undying love for me or something. Neither of them was what I wanted to hear right then. I whispered in his ear.

"You might be right, Tom, maybe nothing like this will ever happen again between us. But maybe it will. And I'm really very flattered that you...well, it's made me forget for a moment that I'm two years older than your mother! In a moment I'm going to make you come. Only we must be quiet. So let me be the first woman to give you an orgasm. But let me kiss you while I do it, OK?"

He nodded, and I french kissed him. Not too delicately, but in a lovely, wanton way. He didn't complain, anyway! And his hand stayed just nicely cupping my breast as I moved my hand quickly. I heard a sudden intake or breath through his nostrils, and put my tongue in a little deeper as his hips started to buck, and I felt the first jets of his first climax with a woman on my fingers. He flinched a little at the end, and gave a little sort of whine. I think perhaps he got a bit tender! I fastened his trousers quickly, because it was almost certain the improvised quilt would slip off in the night. I pulled his top down, then fixed my bra and pulled down my own top.

"There," I said, "respectable again. Nobody will ever be any the wiser!"

We kissed again, already the passion something of the past. I snuggled into him - for warmth, obviously! - and we soon drifted off to sleep, to be woken by the sounds of hangovers being noisily regretted at around eight the next day!

So, a rather low-key end to events, in some ways. Tom and I did stay friends, and there was a similar performance at another encounter later that year. But by then he was a lot more confident in himself, and he seemed to develop the knack of helping heal the broken hearts of the girls his elder brother discarded. In fact, in due course they seemed to change roles. In one sense I was the first woman to introduce him to the joys of sex, but then again I can hardly say I really took his virginity. Thinking back to the whole evening, starting from the idea of group sex and going through to that gentle noise he made as I brought him off with my fingers, I suppose you could say I saw the New Year in with a whimper, not a bang!

Love Lorna Blu xxx

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Girls Getting it On

Hi Everyone,

My London Tour with Curvy Claire and Pippa Manchester is looming, so I’m going to recount a memory of my first sexual encounter with Claire …

 "So, what is this idea you've had for a video shoot then, Ken?"

 Ken was our eleven o'clock "double delight" booking. He was sitting on the armchair in our apartment, while Curvy Claire and I shared the sofa. A coffee table was, for once, doing the job it was designed for. (I must tell you the kind of goings-on it had seen in the past!) We were having the lovely type of  conversation that breaks the ice and also gets ourselves into the mood. Ken's thoughts were of a video he said might be good.

 "Well," he began, "I was wondering about a story where you and Claire get together for the first time. I don't mean the 'meet' sort of get together, I mean the 'sleep together' sort of get together."

 "I see," said Claire, "How did you imagine it happening?"

 "I thought of you being old friends," he said, "you've known each other for ages, but always just as friends. Then one evening something happens - I thought maybe you could have a row with a boyfriend, Lorna, and Claire wants to help you through the upset."

 "Help, how, exactly?"

 It was Claire who said this, but the same thought had gone through my mind (we are on a similar wavelength when it comes to quite a few things!).

 "Let's suppose you've been having a glass of wine together in the evening," he said, "and then you Lorna get up and wander through to the kitchen. You're a little sad. Claire watches you looking out of the window at the lights of the city and decides to follow you there."

 I glanced across at Claire and saw her nodding, as if this sounded promising. On the spur of the moment I said "Okay", then went into the kitchen. I held the coffee cup against my chest and looked out over a busy daytime Docklands. I heard the sound of Claire's heels on the hard kitchen floor.

 "She stands behind you," said Ken, "then gently puts her hands on your shoulders."

 Claire put her coffee cup on the side and did this.

 "Obviously she's close behind you..." - Claire took a step forward - and after a few seconds she decided that there's no point you holding an empty glass. So she takes it away from you and puts it on the side. But you both just stand there."

 Claire's hand took my coffee cup and set it down by hers, putting her hand back onto my shoulder.

 "Ideal!" said Ken, "You stand together like that for a few more seconds, just to build up tension. Then you hear Claire say 'Oh, God' softly.

 "Oh, God?"

 "Oh, God."

 "Oh, God." That was Claire, following Ken's direction. It sounded a little sad.

 "That is just right," said Ken, "because Claire has had the hots for you for ages, but never dared say anything about it. But here, in this kitchen, right now, she wants you really badly, and she is struggling with her conscience as to what to do next. She wants to seduce you, but she doesn't want to lose you as a friend. You, Lorna, turn your head slightly, just to try and see what Claire means. And then...

 "Go on." Claire and I said this simultaneously.

 "Claire can't resist you. She slowly slips her hands down from your shoulders, down your upper arms. She stops, thinks about what she is so eager to do, then moves her hands onto your boobs."

Performing for an imaginary camera, Claire did just this.

 "She sighs deeply. You wait for a few seconds, then decide to move her hands away, pushing them down to your waist."

 I did.

 "But you don't move away. You know she's right behind you, and you just stand there. You're not sure what your emotions are, and part of you wants her not to be rebuffed. You wait there, breathing a little faster. And then..."

 Claire brought her hands back up onto my breasts.

 "That's brilliant, Claire! Just hold Lorna like that. Nothing too rough, because you don't want to frighten her, but definitely deliberately, so she knows you want to make love to her."

 Claire is really good at fondling me, so I could have stood there for ages letting her fingers go to work on my tits, but I knew the story had to move on. I took a deep breath and sighed, then laid my head back on Claire's chest, my eyes closed.

 "How did you guess?" asked Ken, "So you..."

 "Do something like this?" I asked, my eyes still shut.

 I turned my head a little and opened my mouth just a fraction, parting my lips for the kiss I knew would come next. Claire was just the right height for this, and I saw her head coming down slowly towards me. I think Ken was keen to describe how our first, tentative lesbian kisses should go, but Claire was getting the hang of things by now. We kissed, slowly, passionately, each of us savouring the feel of the other's tongue. I kissed Claire back deeply and felt her hands squeezing my boobs just that little bit harder, so I knew we were both getting into the scenario.

 "Right now, this is a bit tricky," said Ken, "I don't want to break up the mood, but somehow I need a way of getting your boyfriend into the picture because he wants to make it up to you..."

 "My boyfriend," I said, "not Claire's?"

 It seemed to me inspiration had temporarily deserted our director! As it happened, Claire's attentions had rather got me going, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I slipped off enough clothes to get myself down to my standard stockings and suspenders, then took hold of Ken's hand.

 "Have I shown you the coffee table?" I whispered, seductively.

 I lay back on the table. Claire had followed me through, and put her hand on my stocking, just above my knee. With both of us looking into Ken's eyes, she slowly drew her fingertips up the inside of my legs, paused when she hit the soft, naked flesh at the top of the stocking, then languidly pushed two fingers inside me.

 "I reckon she's about ready to forgive you, Ken." she said.

 I have seen a man strip faster, but he used to work on oil rigs. Ken was naked in seconds flat. He moved towards me, and Claire winked at me as she took hold of his erection, drew a figure of eight over my pussy lips with its tip, then started to feed it inside me. His cock was quite fat, so I felt myself stretching to accommodate it, then both Ken and I sighed as he slid fully in, and he began to move inside me.

Satisfied that Ken was taken care of, Claire moved up my body and began to kiss me deeply again.  I started to breathe a little quicker, but Ken was obviously ahead of us, and I suspected he was already close to coming. Claire smiled at me, and asked innocently

 "Should I be naughty as well?"

 She kissed my left breast, then turned to put her cheek on my tummy and slid her head lower, opening her mouth wide. I know I would have shot my load to see it, so I wasn't surprised when Ken did. I heard him moan and felt the moisture of his first two spurts warm inside my pussy, before he pulled out and pushed his cock into Claire's warm and willing mouth. I put my hands on the back of her head, but it was just for show really.

 "Oh, God!"

 Somehow the line didn't sound the same coming from Ken's mouth, but you could tell it was heartfelt! Claire held him there before swallowing, then did a little clean-up on his penis.

 "That's nice, I can taste you as well, Lorna."

 "Christ, that was awesome. Only thing is I don't think I have enough spunk left to go again," said Ken. Claire nodded, unsurprised.

"Looks like I'm just going to have to go back to seducing my friend," said Claire, "like to watch?"  Call,t text or email me if you do!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxxMe and Claire


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Dirty Business

Hello, my Horny Friends,

I've got my highly respectable businesswoman outfit on today - there's a reason for that!  You see, I have a few irons in the fire for future developments. (I won't go into details here and now but watch this space for further details.) The only thing is these developments probably won't come cheap; then again, I am a firm believer in the saying you get what you pay for and without wishing to sound boastful I think my feedback shows there are quite a few gentlemen who agree with me! My aim is to be self-financing, but I thought it wouldn't do any harm to sound out what a bank might be able to offer me. I like to keep options open!

Lorna Blu - Come and join me

As luck would have it I was due to be in the northeast for a couple of days, so I took the opportunity to set up an appointment with a bank branch there. Anonymity could have its uses, I thought. The only appointment that really worked for both of us was at lunchtime, so we arranged to meet at my hotel.  With my morning work over I grabbed a quick sandwich and got back just in time. Room service had already taken care of the mess I had left the bed in the night before, and I had a chance to freshen up a little before the knock came at my door, right on cue.

David was in his late thirties, I reckoned, but there was something about him that made me think he was in an ideal job. He was slightly taller than me, but not much, and even now showed signs of a thickening middle that suggested he could be succumbing to the lure of the business lunch. But he was clean, very well presented and smelled nice. (Gentlemen, if you can get those details right you will go a lot further with the ladies than you might think!) He had just enough Smalltalk to be courteous without waffling and a professional, methodical approach to recording my details. When he'd finished he clicked the top of his pen, tucked it into a pocket, put his fingertips together and smiled across at me.

 

'So, Lorna, what is it that you think we can help you with?'

I replied I had some ideas for what I coyly referred to as niche market entertainment services. I explained that I had some experience in this sphere, and outlined in broad terms what I had in mind. The smile continued as he nodded to my points and I thought things looked promising. I mentioned some figures, he nodded again. My little speech over I sat back and waited for the questions, fairly confident I had answers ready for most eventualities.

'Lorna, I'm cutting to the chase here, and please excuse me if I have jumped to the wrong conclusion, but would I be right in thinking we are talking about adult entertainment here?'

'Yes, that would form part of my plans.'

There was no sense in denying it, if he was going to reject it out of hand it would save time for both of us if that happened now.

'I see...'

His voice tailed off. There was silence; every second took us further away from outright rejection and towards a deal, I thought.

'And would I be right in thinking that you would be the, er, primary source of content as far as these plans are concerned?'

'Yes, in the short term. I would look to expand once things were up and running, of course, but in the initial stages it minimises outgoings if I work that way.'

'I see...'

Once again, he let his voice tail off. If he was thinking furiously he hid it well beneath his calm exterior. The only sign of anything going on behind that pleasant poker face was a slight whitening as his fingertips pressed together a little more tightly.

'So, in the short term at least, the financial viability of your proposal rests upon the - marketability - of your content. You. Your body. Your sexuality.'

'Since you put it that way, yes. Yes, it does.'

'Hmm.'

There was a gap of about ten seconds, then he spoke, this time with a slightly strained voice that suggested some nervousness.

'It seems to me I can't make an informed decision on the merits of your proposal without a better understanding of the assets you are bringing to the table.'

'I see...'

It was my turn to tail off. His smile was still there, as I silently undid my jacket, and threw it onto the chair, breathing in just a little to emphasise the swell of my breasts in the sensible white blouse. He said nothing, so I began unbuttoning it. There was a visible effect on him, especially when I sat back into the chair and let my sensible black business skirt ride high up to expose my stockings, suspenders and the puffy gusset of my sensible white business panties.

'Hmm?'

A rising inflection showed interest and sounded an awful lot like 'go on", so I did, peeling my panties off, then posing as provocatively as I could. I pushed my bottom out, then turned back over to watch his face as I opened my legs and splayed my pussy lips. I had become quite turned on by the exhibition, and as I put my elegantly manicured fingers to myself I closed my eyes, so I missed seeing his reaction as I thrust my middle finger knuckle deep into my cunt. Judging from the grunt I heard I think it hit the spot. I opened my eyes and saw him straining with what looked awfully like his conscience. I decided to help him out.

'David, I have a question for you. My proposals include an element of client interaction. Surely your decision can't really be informed if you don't have a better understanding of that aspect?'

'Ah, Lorna, the bank's ethical behaviour rules are very strict on the matter of inducements.'

'How about a kiss? Would they forbid that?'

'No, I think that it could be argued that was a natural and spontaneous gesture devoid of illicit intent.'

'Good. Get your cock out.'

He unzipped and I took him into my mouth in seconds flat. To my mind the definition of a kiss meant no hands, so I put my arms behind me and sucked him hands-free, forgiving him his eagerness as he stuck his hand down my top and played with my tits. I wasn't too surprised when almost straight away I felt him pouring his juice into my eager mouth. I waited a few seconds, then took the last drops with the tip of my tongue. I chuckled as he went back into strait-laced banker mode almost immediately.

'Well, Lorna, I am sure the bank would be willing, on my recommendation, to make facilities available to you should you need to draw on them. There would be one condition, though. In view of the specialist nature of your business and the close understanding we have developed in the course of this meeting, I think I would need to oversee matters on your account personally. Nothing onerous, just occasional contact and, er, face to face meetings. Would that be acceptable to you?'

I opened my mouth to show the large pool of semen he had just put there, licking my lips and feeling its silvery smoothness flow in response.

'I'll drink to that,' I said, and swallowed.

Sweet kisses,

Stay Horny,

Love Lorna Blu xxx

 


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