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Wednesday, November 17th 2021
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A Fantasy or Two
Hello, my lovelies!

Not all of my titles make sense straight away, but if you stick with me to the end of this story you'll see what this particular one means. And I hope we'll have a little fun along the way.

This one starts out with me, a guy I will call Des, and a very enjoyable evening we had not that long ago. It was my first time meeting Des since - you know, I think it might have been getting on for three years! - and we obviously had a fair bit of catching up to do. He was so eager to get on with the catching up that the dinner date we had planned for the start of the evening got cut rather short. In fact dinner only got as far as the opening glass of wine.

I blame myself, really. I had gone for a look that I considered attractive without being too sexual, but the pearls dotted in a regular pattern over the sheer upper part of my blouse, combined with the welcoming curves that the white body I was wearing underneath gave me, all proved a little too much for Des's ability to resist temptation. I suppose I could have resisted a little more myself, but to be honest I felt like a little bit of spontaneity. A few sips of wine, some lovely deep kissing, and before the meal was even served he had "unlaid" the neat dinner table and I found myself getting laid in its place!

It was a quick, urgent fuck in a doggy position. I started out leaning against the table as he stood behind me and his hands ran over my body, one rubbing at my crotch while the other gave my boobs a good squeezing, but then I decided if I lay flat on the table I could tell him how nice it felt to have my tits squashed flat on the tabletop. I curved my fingers over the far edge of the table while he entered me from behind. I was aroused by his arousal, and I thought I might get to come in this first sex as well, but he was very eager, and shot his load up into me before I had really got going. I felt his weight pressing into my back as he panted. Then he remembered his manners and let me up!

We looked at each other, broad grins on our faces. Somehow dinner didn't seem quite as important as it had before! I allowed myself to be led to the bedroom, where we undressed each other, and dived under the duvet naked. I felt a little shock at the chill of the sheets and wiggled in close to his body. It turned out my nipples weren't the only things that were a little erect as we snuggled; perhaps it wasn't the cold after all?

It felt a little - is uncivilised too strong a word? Let's say "hasty" - to get back down to sex right away. I lay on my back, looking up at the ceiling, and gently bit my lower lip. He was on his side, looking at me, then leaned across. I expected a kiss, and in a way I got one, but his lips went to my breast, and he began to lick circles round my nipple, then to suckle. I closed my eyes and let him explore my body, then thought perhaps I should join in. I moved my hand a few inches, and let my fingers curl around his thickening cock. He took this as an invitation to do the same, and his hand moved between my legs. I remember I used to like the way he fingered me, so I lay still, letting him explore me down there. I gasped a little as his middle finger went in as well. As I did I felt his cock twitch. I wanted more foreplay first, though. Luckily enough he must have been reading my mind! He made a low, purring noise, then spoke.

'Fuck, I needed that! And, judging by the feel of things, so did you.'

I knew what he meant straight away. I thought I ought to make sure he didn't get too carried away with his abilities, though.

'I think you'll find a good deal of that wetness is down to you!'

He took his hand away, then teasingly offered his wet fingers to my lips. I obliged, and kissed them dry, looking into his eyes as I did. I jokingly made a little like a wine-taster, then offered him my expert opinion.

'Hmm. Thirty-eight percent Lorna. Maybe thirty-nine? Over sixty percent Des's peppery spunk, in either event.'

'I'm pleased you remember the taste,' he said, and from the look on his face he was genuinely delighted. I decided a little flattery was in order.

'For some reason the taste of your spunk just sticks in my ,' I said, 'right from that first time I let you finish in my mouth. Do you remember? About twelve years ago, if I remember rightly. You told me how much you had been fantasising about me.'

I seemed to be hitting the spot!

'I remember it well,' he said, 'and you told me that you wanted me to look at your photos and think to myself, "I've come in that woman's mouth". And then you - I - did. Can we do that again, now?'

'Steady, tiger!' I said, a little playfully, 'there's no need to rush, is there? We have all evening, after all. Besides, you wouldn't want me thinking you were getting greedy, would you?'

I think that made him think I was after some oral attention myself, and though I wouldn't have turned it down, I know not many men would have wanted to drink the 60/40 mix I had told him was on offer. (I know some of you guys don't mind at all, and I love you for it!) To set his mind at rest I took hold of his fingers, and placed them at the entrance to my pussy, squirming a little to get his fingertips inside me. It was my turn to make that purring noise!

'Oh, fuck. Yes, just there! Touch me like - I don't know what you do, if I'm honest, but fucking do it to me. And while you do that, let me tell you about a little fantasy or two I think we should share.'

I moved myself against his hand, sighing as his fingers started to work erotic magic on my body. I smiled, then spoke dreamily to him.

'I think you're going to like this fantasy,' I told him, 'I don't just remember blow jobs, you know! I remember some of the things you've told me you'd like us to do together, and I'm going to tell you how we'll do them. Just you and me.'

I waited for a few seconds, teasing him by making him wait. I closed my hand a little tighter, just to see if my prediction would come true.

'Well, not exactly just you and me. More you, me and two girls called Annabelle.'

I felt him growing harder in my hand. It wasn't too difficult a prediction really! I lowered my voice and began.

…. Sorry that’s all I have time for right now, but I’ll finish this tale in my next blog

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
Wednesday, November 3rd 2021
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Turkish Delights
Hello my Friends,

The phone in my room went at about half-ten on Tuesday last week.

'Hi Lorna? It's me. Have you got a few minutes?'

'Morning! Sure! Decided where we're going today? Shopping? Bazaar? Something cultural?'

'No, something a bit more serious. Can I come over?'

'Of course! Er, can you give me a couple of moments to get myself and the place presentable?'

The mention of the word serious might sound worrying, but I was fairly sure it wasn't. Knowing Annabelle it was likely to be something sexual!

I may have been a little quiet recently, because I decided a quick break to somewhere warm and Mediterranean would be just the ticket. I didn't fancy travelling alone so I got together with my lovely friend Annabelle and we booked a few days in Turkey. It sounds as if I just missed some really dreadful weather back home, but strangely enough we had some rain where we went. Of course, rainy days aren't quite the same when you're in a nice hotel, with other people to take care of the domestic duties, and there are new and interesting people to meet...

Annabelle was knocking at my door just moments later. I let her in, resisting the urge to give her a knowing look as I sorted out coffee for the two of us. Sadly I couldn't keep resist for very long.

'OK, Annabelle, who is he?'

She should have known I'd guess. She probably expected me to. She didn't try to deny it.

'His name is Ruslan. You know, the...'

'...waiter who was on duty on Monday night?'

I finished the sentence for her.

'You spotted him too, then?'

I nodded, grinning.

'I thought he might be your type.'

'"My type". You mean "male"?'

'No! I mean - well, the dark, flashing eyes. And the fact that he fills a pair of tight trousers very nicely! Are you thinking of...letting him know?'

Annabelle looked a little confused.

'Actually, I've been trying hard to avoid letting him know. I kind of promised myself that this was going to be a sex-free trip, and now I'm beginning to think it wasn't such a good idea.'

'Can't you just spend a little time with one of your toys and get it out of your system?'

'Well, I would do. But I've left them all at home.'

'Annabelle!'

I was genuinely surprised, knowing how highly-sexed she is. I was also surprised she had made it even this far into the holiday without temptation taking hold.

'So, do you want to borrow...?'

'Actually, I was hoping...'

I was a little taken aback, because I could see that borrowing my rabbit wasn't really what she had in mind. She just pointed at me, sheepishly.

'Are you at all familiar with the phrase, "busman's holiday", Ms Millar?'

I didn't have much on in the first place to take off, a loose top that I pulled over my head. Annabelle could do the rest, I decided. She must have had similar thoughts, I reckoned, because she stayed fully dressed. She just sat on my messy bed, looking at me. I joined her.

We have had sex together quite a lot when we did double delights, a fair bit less when we were just two friends together. The thought of her needing me was exciting; there was also a kind of "clothed female/naked male" aspect to this encounter that I found quite entertaining as well. She looked quite awesome as I sat with her, half-naked. I wasn't sure what to do or say, so I took her head in my hands and pulled her mouth to my nipple, cradling her head and shoulders as I fed her my breast.

'Ah,' I whispered to her, 'do you like my milk, my love?'

She closed her eyes and beamed up at me, gently chewing and suckling. I went on.

'Perhaps you'll let me have some of yours...later?'

I offered her my other nipple. Nothing was going to get the first one harder than it was already. The swap gave her a chance to reply.

'If you like...'

I waited till her mouth was full.

'Or perhaps you'd like me to taste something else of yours?'

I put my hand directly on the puffy mound between her legs, moving my fingers across her vulva, pressing the soft fabric between her lips. She gave a little gasp as I did, and lifted her bottom off the bed, trying to work my fingers inside her.

There wasn't much point in subtlety, I decided. I pushed her back onto the bed (she didn't seem too bothered by the crumpled bedclothes), then pulled her panties down. Flicking her skirt up left her naked from the waist down - well, apart from the stockings. I leaned across her and we began to kiss passionately as I fingered her. I really wanted to feel her massive breasts in my hands, but not as much as I wanted my friend to come. I put my free arm around her shoulder and pulled us together, our boobs moulding to each other as I put my tongue into her mouth. The gentle stroking between her legs turned into a full-on finger-fuck, middle finger only at first, then middle and ring together. I rubbed and stroked her pussy, then as she started to moan I pulled back, feeling the heat of her breath on my face as she gasped while I brought her off with my fingers.

I don't think I had fisted Annabelle before, but my whole hand was inside her body when she juddered to orgasm. I left it there as she came back down to earth. I French kissed her again, this time a little more tenderly.

'Did you like that?'

She nodded, eyes shining in gratitude. It had been quite an experience for me to get her into that state, but I realised much of that would have been down to unrequited lust for her barman!

'Yes, that should keep me from fretting about young Ruslan for a little while!'

'Oh, really?' I said. 'Pity.'

She looked quizzically at me, then across at the half-naked man she hadn't seen before, standing in the doorway to the bathroom. He walked towards us, the large bulge in the towel round his waist a testament to the fact he had seen everything we had just got up to. I don't know why I felt I had to justify myself, but I did.

'Well, you may have been abstaining, Annabelle, but I wasn't planning to! It's just as well you rang before coming round, it gave me a chance to find somewhere to hide him. At least until I had a better idea of what you wanted.'

I put my hand out, and peeled the towel from his slim young waist, then gripped his erection in my hand. I didn't need to pump him to firmness, now he had got his second wind.

'Yes, it would be a pity, seeing as he doesn't have to be back on duty till twelve. He's been dying to meet you.'

He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Annabelle's thighs. I took the tip of his cock, and ran it gently along her vaginal lips, then between. I'd always wanted the chance to say something like this!

'Annabelle, may I introduce Ruslan to you...?'

Then I did.

Great to be away for a while ... but just as nice is coming home

... and apologies to anyone who's been trying to get hold of me over the past couple of weeks.

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
Monday, October 11th 2021
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Accidental Threesome
Hello my Friends

I suppose I should have spotted that something wasn't quite right. It wasn't so much the fact that Dan answered the door wearing only his boxers, boxers which were struggling to contain his erection. (I said at the time he was obviously happy to see me, but it would turn out that wasn't exactly the case!) No, it was more the fact that he seemed a bit flustered, as if he wasn't expecting to see me. Once I realised that, the rest fell into place quite quickly!

Bashfully he muttered something about canceling our meeting, but even if he had, plainly the message hadn't got through to me!

'Have you got company, Dan?'

'No' is so easy to say, isn't it? I knew as soon as he looked a bit evasive that was a sure sign that someone else was there, and given that he was half-naked and had a hard-on, it probably wasn't the vicar on a visit! I was just on the point of leaving when a female voice called out from the house.

'Is that Lorna?'

'It is,' I answered, even before I had placed the voice. It was my partner-in-sin, Annabelle. Well, that would certainly explain the undressed, horny Dan!

We had a brief, surreal conversation down the hallway. Annabelle has the most spectacular breasts, fully on display as she stood in stockings and suspenders belt. Dan was obviously unaware of the fact that Annabelle and I work together on double delight. But he definitely caught on quickly.

'So, you two know each other? Well, come in!'

Pausing only for a brief kiss, I went into the front room, where Annabelle was busy putting those magnificent boobs away. I told her not to bother on my account! There was obviously a little embarrassed moment or two, but I went over to Annabelle and kissed her, then shrugged my jacket off, thinking to myself, 'Let the fun begin (again!)'

I know Dan is a big tit man, so I had dressed accordingly with a nice delicate white blouse with lacy trim that showed off my cleavage to great effect, but a topless Annabelle and a very hard Dan suggested he had already been enjoying the delights of her magnificent boobs, not to mention her tremendous "snog your face off" approach. I must confess I was a little worried at first that Dan's lovely cum might already be swirling around in Annabelle's tummy, but even if that was the case he had definitely got his second wind, so there would be some left for me!

We faced each other and Annabelle and I took turns to give Dan gentle, open-mouthed kisses, while the other stroked his erection . I shared a quick kiss with Annabelle while Dan unbuttoned my top, resisting the urge to give my firm mature boobs a quick feel. No, you're right, neither of them did. Good job I quite like having my tits felt by someone who knows what he or she is doing!

Having stripped down to my bra, I turned back to kneel in from of Dan and take the end of his cock into my mouth. Form the sound of things he and Annabelle picked up from where they had left on. I could see his hand eagerly kneading her full right breast, and from the "mmm" noises that were going on above my I could tell when his tongue went into her mouth and when hers went into his. I remember thinking I was playing a dangerous game here, as I had been on a double delight with Annabelle where the guy literally came as soon as she kissed him, but I was sure even a mouthful of Dan's cum so quickly in the proceedings wouldn't necessarily mean I didn't get to have some fun. As it was he didn't shoot - yet! - and Annabelle knelt next to me and we shared oral duties for a while, taking turns to suck his hard shaft, or run a playful tongue over his balls while the other took him into her mouth.

Time to move on a little! We steered Dan over to the sofa and got him ready to be ridden! As I knelt between his open legs Annabelle unzipped and removed the tiny black pants she was wearing, so I knew she was ready to fuck. I took this as a cue to get my panties down as well, and we stood before him, the statuesque Anna in black stocking and suspenders, beside the petite Lorna in her pristine, virginal (!) white. What a sight we must have made!

Annabelle leaned in for more snogging as I sucked Dan, and once again his hand seemed magically attracted to her breast. That gave me an idea, and as he fingered her with one hand while fondling her with the other, I put my breasts together into a warm, soft valley for Dan's cock and gave him a slow tit-fuck. I kept that up for a little while, praying he wouldn't lose his load before I had the chance to fuck him. What did surprise me - in a lovely sense - was the way when I shifted position, Dan and Annabelle took it upon themselves to suckle from me - one breast each. As their tongues and teeth gently teased and bit into my nipples it made me think I was feeding twins!

'Your go on your back!' said my naughty colleague, and then it was my turn to get that amazing oral experience that is a French kiss from Annabelle, her hand working on my boob, while Dan slipped two fingers gently inside me and began to fuck me with them, then put his mouth to me, to devastating effect. Annabelle's tongue making a delicate circling motion around my nipple played its part in the lovely, vocal orgasm I had, and as I let the pleasure ebb away I looked up in time to see Dan putting his tongue coated in my pussy juice into Annabelle's mouth.

'Me now, is it?' asked Annabelle, in a deliciously husky voice, then settled back on the sofa to let Dan go down on her. I sat beside her, watching and gently chewing on her lovely fat nipple, as Dan got his lips working on hers. I crouched over her, playing with her breast and watching her body began to twitch and throb little enviously as she climbed the hill to her climax.

Somehow the idea of taking turns got a little overlooked at this point! One minute I was watching Annabelle's tits heaving as Dan finger-fucked her to orgasm, the next she was climbing on top of Dan, and easing a cock that had just had a condom rolled on by me into her pussy. I could only sit back and admire the view as Annabelle's boobs bounced in a lively cowgirl fuck. Strange as it may seem I got a little thrill from holding Dan's hand while my friend fucked him!

'Don't worry!' he whispered to me, then Annabelle climbed off and replaced the condom. Looks like I was going to get some cock after all!

Annabelle sat on the sofa, her hands moving to play with my tits. I leaned over her, putting my hands onto her thighs, and as I did I felt Dan's cock enter me as we started to fuck.

You might think this is odd, but I felt a little exposed, with my face and Annabelle's about thirty centimetres apart, a knowing smile on her face and her eyes looking directly into mine as the man who had started out this lunchtime as her lover now took me from behind. I didn't think about it for too long though. I felt myself starting to cum, and then Annabelle's hands on my tits were joined by Dan's, reaching round from behind to squeeze them as he picked up speed and fucked me harder. I felt myself coming hard, giving one of those high-pitched squeaking noises that doesn't sound very ladylike, but you don't care at the time, you just don't want him to take that cock out! I kissed Annabelle, turned and kissed Dan, thanking the two of them for being horny but considerate lovers, when I realised as I peeled the condom off him that Dan hadn't come yet! There was one final treat to follow, as far as I was concerned - I would get to see him shoot his hot, thick cum. I told him I wanted to watch him spunk as I kissed him. Annabelle knelt and pretended to be a tigress, making clawing motions and saying she wanted her share as well!

For a boob-man like Dan there could hardly have been a better finish! He had gone down on both of us, been sucked by both of us, fucked both of us, and now he got to empty his balls over two lovely pairs of tits, something he did with great eagerness, turning his body left and right to anoint first my bosom then Annabelle's with his creamy juice. I have something of a little ritual where I like to take the last drop from the guy's cock; as I did so Annabelle looked right into his eyes and seemingly from nowhere there was a little final ooze of semen from his cock.

'Forgiven?' he asked as we cleaned up. I might have asked Annabelle the same thing, seeing as I had kind of gate-crashed her party, but it really was no fault of mine. And now Dan knows that we work together, maybe I'll be in at the start of the next threesome, not just the end!

If you’d like to watch the movie of this scenario, it’s called ‘A Threesome Mistake’ in my video collection.

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
Monday, October 11th 2021
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Coming Together
Hello my horny friends,

I don't really want to get into deep and meaningful areas like politics, but it seems to me that the world has got much more argumentative of late. It is as if some people just can't wait to get out of bed in a bad mood and be grumpy for the sake of it. My view is a little more - shall we say collaborative? - why get out of bed early when you don't have to...and if you've got a lot of nervous energy to use up, I can think of much better purposes to which it can be put!

This was brought home to me one evening quite recently when I was at another dinner party at my new friend Georgia's place. Now I don't want to give the wrong impression here; not every 'Georgia' night turns into an orgy, but we are all adults, we all seem to have healthy sex drives (though one or two could be verging on the unhealthy!) and there seems to be an unwritten understanding that everyone will have had everyone else by the time the year is out - especially if the Christmas Cracker party is what it sounds like! But it's fair to say that sex is never far from the surface as we sit around the table.

This particular night a little bit of a disagreement broke out between two of the couples there. Seeing as I have only been to a few nights myself I can hardly criticise, but I think in part it was because the guests were a bit younger and rather new to things that it got a little more heated than it needed to be. Basically, a slim but busty young blonde called Zoe was convinced that her other half, a tall, dark-haired guy in his late twenties called Jason, had unlimited stamina and could go for longer than anyone else without coming. This set another girl, Jess, whose hair was slightly mousy but had a figure that was delightfully voluptuous off on a story about how her Jack had "banged her all night" and had only shot his load after their farm cockerel had crowed.

"Mm, sounds as if we need to organise some sort of decider," said Georgia, "maybe next week? It would be tonight except I'm on the morning news slot tomorrow and I have to be up early, and it does sound as if this could go on for some time!"

She looked as if she quite relished the thought, but it seemed to me that the dispute could spoil what had been an entertaining evening.

"I have an idea,� I said, and almost instantly regretted it as all eyes turned towards me eagerly. Maybe they also felt the bickering was getting a bit much, but I couldn't really back down now.

"Well, if Zoe thinks Jason would last longer than Jack, and Jess thinks Jack would last longer than Jason, we can either get them going and see who last longer or..." I trailed off a little.

"Go on," said Georgia, smiling.

"Or they can swap. Then Zoe will have try to make Jack come before Jason does, and Jess will try to get Jason to come before Jack does. Instead of a marathon to last the longest we'll have a sprint to finish the soonest."

"Excellent idea!" said Georgia, "I wanted to see these two boys in action. Oh, but how do we make sure there's no faking?"

"Well, it would all have to be above board. You'd have to be able to see the boys coming."

I gulped a little. What had I let myself in for?

At first the girls seemed less keen on the idea than their other halves, so we decided to make it a hand job race, to keep the jealousy to a minimum. Both couples stood a few feet from the dinner table, then rather self-consciously changed partners. I turned around in my chair. Georgia was watching me and could see I still wasn't completely happy.

"Something the matter, Lorna?"

"I'm still not sure if we'll be able to see, but I think if we put the lights up it might get a bit inhibited."

"Well now, we can't have inhibited, can we Lorna?" purred Georgia. She rose from her chair to her full height, and held her hand out towards me, beckoning with her fingers. I put my hand in hers, and felt a gentle affectionate squeeze.

"So, here's what we are going to do. I'm going to sit here, you're going to sit just in front of me, and between us we'll adjudicate, and ensure that the competition is a fair one. Does that sound a good idea?"

I looked up into Georgia's dark, wide eyes, and realized that my hostess was perhaps less interested in the outcome than in getting her hands on me. I was surprised how little the thought bothered me.

She turned to face the table and sat, and I leaned back into her, as if we were in an overcrowded rowing boat. The hard nipples of her firm, braless breasts poked into my shoulders. Almost immediately her long fingers got to work on my top, unbuttoning me, peeling back the fabric to expose me down to the top of my panties. She made me squirm a little as her intentions became clearer, and leaned close to reassure me by kissing me just behind my right ear. It worked. I let out a little sigh, and taking this as a sign of consent her hands moved to lift my breasts over my bra. I gasped. Another kiss, and she whispered into my ear,

"Sssh, I've been hoping I could adjudicate with you for a while now."

When she was sure I wasn't going to object, she looked at the two couples and announced,

"Right, the judges are ready. Can all participants move a little closer? Excellent, shouldn't be able to miss from there. Ladies, get your partners' cocks out!"

Slightly sheepishly, each girl undid the trousers of her rival's man, then reached inside to pull out his cock. Both boys looked to be of a good size, and showed they were certainly interested in the outcome.

"No rubbing till I give the word! Hands only, no mouths, no whispering sweet nothings, just wank your bloke until he comes. Lorna and I are going to provide all the encouragement you will need. The race is decided by the first one to come on Lorna's tits. On your marks - get set - come!"

I saw both girls begin making frantic efforts to get her man to come first, before I found myself wrapped in Georgia's arms and her voice came deep and gentle in my ear.
"Hmm, I'm not sure that's the best way to bring about a speedy orgasm in a partner. What do you think, Lorna?"

I was just about to answer when she unexpectedly thrust her middle finger deep inside me and began to move. I gasped. Her free hand moved to my right breast and began to knead it as tenderly as her other hand was brisk.

"I'm doing you the way I like to masturbate myself, so you'll have to say if you want me to be a bit gentler or something. Or better still, show me. If you don't mind getting kicked out early, you can stay the night with me if you want..."

"Ooooh..."

Georgia's fingers were so good that I could barely manage even the moan. I could sense her smiling behind me, knowing how she was getting to me. She whispered, conspiratorially,

"Sorry, we're supposed to be paying attention here, aren't we? Zoe is quite a pretty little thing, but there's something about that Jess that I could quite go for. I'll have to invite her over next time I feel a sub mood coming in, it makes a bit more sense to give yourself up to some shoulders like that. I wonder if she can use a strap-on...?"

I just laid back and thought of England, letting Georgia give me the finger-fucking she was so obviously determined to do. I thought of my situation and found myself agreeing with my big-boned hostess.

"Looks like we're getting into the final straight."

Georgia made the observation in a matter of fact voice. Both guys were panting and twisting, and a few seconds later both thrust their pelvises forward and started to shoot. Jack was first, a fat bright gobbet of thick, white spunk bursting from the tip of his cock then dripping down to a make a puddle on my right thigh. Barely two seconds later Jason gave a moan and a grey, thinner jet shot across my body and splashed onto my breast, running down over Georgia's fingers. Jack's second shot hit me full on the left tit, making a small splash, then Jason hit me in the face with the next two, while Jack's sperm oozed onto my tummy and thigh. Georgia stood up, held her hand out to me and helped me to my feet, then cleared her throat as she led me towards her bedroom.

"And the judge�s decision is...Jack came first, but didn't get it on target, but Jason did."

She held her hand up for inspection, then deliberately licked her finger clean.

"So, Zoe wins first prize, Jess gets the booby prize."

Zoe seemed pleased at the result, though you could tell she was a little puzzled.

"What are the prizes?", she asked.

"Well," said Georgia, "how about you take both these guys off to bed and all show each other that sportsmanship is more about the taking part than the winning?"

Zoe beamed so much I wondered if Georgia's adjudication was the excuse she needed for the threesome she'd always wanted to try.
"And my booby prize?" asked Jess. Georgia put her hand in front of my chest.

"Lorna needs cleaning up, I think," she said, "so you're taking the right booby and I'm taking the left one."

It was a dreadful pun but you could tell she was in a mind to have the pair of us ... and she did!

Sweet kisses,

Stay horny!

Love Lorna Blu xxx
Monday, October 11th 2021
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Sun, Sea and Soccer?
Hello my Horny friends,

I have been away on a couple of longish trips in quick succession since my last blog post. I have tried to keep in touch and answer messages but if it wasn't possible in your case please accept my apologies. I will try and make it up to you!

The first of my trips was to somewhere unfeasibly hot - no, not Hampshire, silly! I was invited to join my beautiful and sexy friends Claire and Mel in the most stunning of settings in sunny Spain.
Well we did a couple of shoots, involving items such favourites as brilliant sunshine, warm water, heaving bosoms, bikinis and plunging necklines. I think you'll agree the overall effect is very stimulating - there's something about a topless pool photo that just calls out to the guys and makes them want to be in it (just have a look at my latest updates and see if that isn't true!).
If you're anything like the guys who write to me with ideas and suggestions you might well come up with a fantasy or two about what happened in the evenings, after the cameras had been put away. Now if I was to be a bit of a tease I might say that what goes on during an overseas shoot stays on an overseas shoot, and just let you wonder what we got up to. Or I might just tell you that it was all very professional and above board, and that we saved the sexy feelings up to make sure the pictures were as good as they could be. In fact, that would be true as well, up to a point. Most evenings we were just a group of five friends having a lovely meal and a glass or two of wine. Except that wouldn't be the whole story either...
It was the evening of the "pool" shoot, about halfway through the trip. Things had gone well - as I say, you can tell that from the photos - and we finished a little earlier than usual. That mean the evening meal got brought forward, the wine drinking started a little earlier, and we were in very good spirits. And then someone made a dreadful mistake and put the TV on. Even then things could have been rescued, but the first thing that came on screen was a football match, and instantly I could see the guys were ready to watch whatever teams were involved (and no, I don't know, all I can tell you is that it wasn't the World Cup). Being single I didn't get sent to look for cold beers to keep the hunter gatherers happy, so I headed back to my room to try and catch up on emails and left Claire and Mel to attend to their menfolk.
I think the novelty must have worn off quite early, as it wasn't all that long before there was a polite knock at my door. It was Mel, carrying two glasses and a chilled bottle of the local fizzy stuff.
'Best be quick,' she said, 'the boys think I'm looking for more lager.'
She opened the bottle expertly, poured the wine a little less expertly, then laughed as I took the top of the champagne flute into my mouth so as not to spill any as it frothed up.
'Looks as if you've done *that* a few times before,' she said, 'and not just with Cava.'
'You could say that,' I grinned. Then I paused a second. I was expecting her to grin along, we'd trade a couple of rude remarks, then maybe go for another glass. Instead she looked very serious. Not problem serious, just serious.
'Are you OK?' I asked her. She nodded. Then, slightly bashfully, she spoke.
'Would you mind if I fucked you?'
It isn't the sort of thing you expect to hear under most circumstances, and even bearing in mind what we had been doing during the day it did sound a little abrupt. It made me gulp a little, and I stood looking up at her and wondering what had brought it on. Maybe four hours in the hot Spanish sun, playing with each other�s' boobs - I do overlook the obvious sometimes. ..Mel is about a head taller than me, and I half expected a kind of uneven contest, but I think she was a little unsure how to proceed. I decided I needed to ease the tension a little.
'I thought you'd never ask.'
She smiled and moved closer to me. Now neither of us is what you'd call a small girl, so there's only so much closer we could get before the inevitable collision of breast on breast. We stood there a little awkwardly for a second or two, then I decided to take the bull by the horns.
'Oh Mel, look at us! You want to fuck me, I'd love to fuck you, and we can't get close to each other for tit. We're going to end up in bed anyway, so let's cut the formalities and get horizontal together.'
I don't suppose she gets to hear that too often either, but she could see the sense of what I was saying. I led her to the bed - a sensible double size - then acting on instinct, pushed he down onto it. She's nearly six foot in heels, but I think there's a little submissive streak in there that likes to get out from time to time. I straddled her, took hold of her hands and planted them firmly on my breasts, then did the same to her.
'OK, why don't we start like this? I am going to tongue kiss you to begin with, only this time as a lover, not a model. I'm going to do that till I need to breathe, then I'm going to tell you what I want you to do to me. You don't have to speak, just squeeze my boobs. Once for "no", twice for "yes". OK with that?'
I felt her fingers close to squeeze my tits... once...twice.
I leaned over her and wormed my tongue deep into her mouth. Wantonly she opened, letting me in. I put my tongue as deep as it would go into her head, then almost reluctantly lifted my mouth from her. I leaned in to her ear. I whispered.
'I'm going to stand up and take my panties off now. Then I'm going to climb back on top of you. OK?'
Two squeezes. Suddenly her eyelids looked very heavy.
'Except I'm going to sit above your tits. So, my naked body will be about six inches from your mouth. You'll be able to see every little intimate crevice of my pussy lips. If you choose to move your head, I'll be yours to taste. Do you understand me?'
'Now this I have to see!'
The voice was Claire's, unexpected, stealthily moving next to the bed while we were distracted. I felt a little braver than I would usually.
'If she does it, so do you.'
Claire pursed her lips, an expression that said quite matter-of-factly "fair enough." She reached out and took hold of me, fondling me twice, her fingers interlacing with her friends on my boobs. Then she took them away. There was a pause, a few seconds that seemed to last forever, then Mel's hands were closing on my flesh.
Once.
I didn't dare breathe. Claire sighed a little, and she started to say 'Well...', when Mel's fingers found their bravery and squeezed once more. The statuesque blonde beneath me had just given her consent to something new, while the curvy redhead by my side had said she would join in. I could hardly be the only one not to indulge, could I? But that would be later. Hardly daring to breathe, I stood and removed my panties, then settled down ready for Mel�

Enjoy this wonderful weather,

Kisses,

Love Lorna Blu xxx
Monday, October 11th 2021
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Seduction of the Service Engineer
Hi Everyone,

A bit late with my update � been so busy.

Never a dull moment �.

So, on this particular Friday evening, my good friend Melody (did I mention we do double delights together sometimes? ) and I were sitting around at her place. We had planned to have a girls' night out and had dressed to impress. Without dwelling on the details, it had been some time since Melody had enjoyed a gentleman's company, in the fullest sense of the phrase, and we wanted to give ourselves the best chance of success. Unfortunately, disaster struck! Melody's washing machine started misbehaving, right when she had lots of washing to do all to be ready for work on Monday!

Fortunately, Melody's home insurance company offers a "trusted tradesman" service, and for a little extra they guarantee to send someone young, fit and experienced round within two hours to attend to your needs. Melody made the call, then we popped the cork on a bottle, poured ourselves a glass each, and settled down on the sofa to see if the service was all it was cracked up to be...

Now I have to be honest with you at this point! Parts of the story I've told you so far are true, and parts of them are not so true. It is true that Melody is a friend of mine, it is true that we will be working together from time to time, and it is also true that not to put too fine a point on it, she hasn't been getting enough lately! But it wasn't true about the washing machine, it wasn't true about the insurance company, it wasn't Friday night, and we weren't planning to paint the town red. However, we were expecting a visit from a man who must fix household appliances in the spare time he has from his job at the hotel! Yes, Peter, the chap who brought us our room service and wound up servicing me had been invited along to the shoot.

It was quite a reunion, even though it was only the next day because the well-behaved friend who took the pictures at the previous shoot came along to do the honours again. Melody and I started off on the sofa with a quick glass of red wine. On the previous shoot, the small talk had been a little strained at first, though we soon got into the swing of things, but this time round Melody lost little time in telling me just how eager she was to get fucked! I was going to suggest that we had a little les-in session together, but even while she gently stroking the inside of my thigh with her fingertips, Melody left me in no doubt that a close encounter of the heterosexual kind was at the top of her list!

We staged the arrival of the repairman; I went to the door to let Peter in, then brought him back to the lounge. Melody and I sat side by side, eyeing Peter up and down, then I made the mistake of offering to take his "toolbag" off him and the second she got a clear run at him Melody more or less pounced!

She stood in front of him, slowly running appreciative hands over his firm body and making some rather un-ladylike comments about what she had planned for him. I have had times where the guy I'm with has told me in no uncertain terms what he has in mind for me, and in the right circumstances it can be a massive turn-on, but I was a little uncertain how it would work with Peter and a buxom brunette old enough to be his mother. Fair play to him though, Peter seemed unfazed, which made me think he was a more than a willing victim to Melody's "black widow" schemes! Our cameraman suggested some shots of the three of us doing some foreplay, so Peter took our place on the sofa and our clothes started coming off.

I'm not sure what kind of foreplay the cameraman envisaged, but Melody straddled Peter's thigh and started moving to and fro, making it crystal clear just what she was thinking about! She leaned over him, French kissing him really deeply. I know at least one male friend who loves me to do this to him, and Peter was certainly not complaining as Melody's tongue went as far down his throat as she could get. I undressed to a soundtrack of a question she kept repeating, "Are you going to fuck me or am I going to fuck you?", but the poor guy got no chance to explain as Melody tongue kissed him some more, and started squeezing what was by now a large, granite-hard bulge in his pants.

In the end, we did follow our cameraman's instructions - more or less! - and I got to ride Peter's cock for a little time, while Melody sat on the arm of the sofa and watched, but it was clear she was getting herself in the mood for love as she did so, and at the first opportunity she took my place on his lap. I stood behind her, reached in and took hold of his cock, still wet with my juices, and teasingly wiped the tip against her pussy lips. Melody's self-love had left her very moist indeed, and it took almost no effort when she pressed down onto his erection for it to slide inside her while she whispered a very satisfied "Oh, fuck, yes!". She sat there for a moment, enjoying the feel of him in her body, then started to ride him making an awful lot of satisfied, "god-I-need-this!" noises!

Now you might notice that there aren't too many pictures of Melody riding Peter's cock to climax. The reason for that is that I felt a bit left out, and decided to pay some attention to my cameraman, who wound up too distracted to press the shutter! Nothing quite as physical as Melody and Peter, more gentle and affectionate, with both of us kissing and fondling, and me rubbing my friend close to climax, before asking seductively if he'd mind coming in my mouth. It turned out he didn't mind at all, but once again there were no pictures of the load he blew between my lips and down my willing throat.

Melody was still riding Peter when we looked up, but you could tell it wasn't going to last for much longer. She was getting more and more vocal, and when she put her head back and leaned close I could tell she was about to come as if her life depended on it. He put his hand on one of her breasts and took the other into his mouth. I don't know exactly what he did to her (though she said he wasn't all that gentle!), but the feel of his teeth on her nipple must have been the final straw and she came noisily, juices gushing into his groin as he thrust upwards to come inside her.

We were getting our breath back afterwards when the cameraman asked if Peter had come.
"What do you think?" was the answer, and you could see his point, but cameraman had a point.
"Pornography is a bit like justice - not only must it be done, but it must be seen to be done!"

In other words, while Melody's pounded pussy was definitely a result from her point of view, the set demanded a cumshot, so after a few minutes while we all got our breath back and took some more clothes off, Melody and I got down to the serious business of making sure Peter would come again and somewhere it could be photographed! One quick application of double delight later saw our handyman splashing Melody's face and bare breasts with a surprising amount of young man's seed, given how much he had shot into her just a few moments before. We looked at each other and grinned, as Melody said it was an example of a very fine "outcome"!


You�ll love the photos which accompany this story, with a video to follow (when I find time to edit it!).

Love Lorna Blu xxx
Monday, October 11th 2021
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A Housewife, a Plumber and a Fucking good time
Hello Everyone,

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 my 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!

Have a Happy Horny weekend!

Love Lorna Blu xxx
Monday, October 11th 2021
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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'

Don't forget to check out the photos and video which go with this blog.

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
Saturday, October 2nd 2021
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Fantasies!
Hello my Friends,

I like fantasies! There, I've said it. And judging from what you tell me in your emails, so do many of you. Sometimes there is nothing nicer than imagining what a lover and I might get up to in bed. Or out of bed, come to that!

Something that I notice some people like to fantasise about lately is what the camera doesn't see, the "behind the scenes" part of adult content creation. As you may know I do many of my shoots solo, and then some other times I do shoots with photographers on a professional basis. If we are being strictly professional, then however provocative or arousing the content may be, the photographer stays on one side of the lens and I stay on the other and nothing happens between us. In fact, it can be a surprisingly non-erotic business, as we'll discuss things like holiday plans or pets, even as my clothes come off and my fingers slide into some very intimate places. But that isn't always the case. (In fact I think I have a little something coming up that might illustrate exactly that.)

But for now, I'm going to run through the photos in this shoot that I think of as "Red Skirt, White Top", and leave it up to you to decide what you think really happened!

To begin with, there are a couple of nicely posed portrait shots in there, pictures where I look almost coy. Do you think that was just me, playing the little innocent, or a photographer's idea of "quiet before the storm"? Now, imagine if there was a photographer. Do you think he would be someone mature, calm and professional, or a much younger man, unsure what to make of a situation where an older woman is within touching range, as she undresses and poses provocatively for his camera. Perhaps that photographer might be someone like you...?

Imagine what you might make of me saying that this gorgeous red fabric can be troublesome, because although the lovely silky shine shows off mature, feminine curves to perfection, it is a nuisance to take care of. Imagine my eyes flashing naughtily, as you wonder what I could possibly mean by that. I'm sure you would think there is an erotic meaning to it, as I turn to show you my back view, then lift the skirt slightly so your eyes are drawn to the seams on my stockings. (You assume they are stocking, anyway!) Then I turn to face you, lean forwards slightly, then cup my full, heavy breasts and lift them, just a little, as I look into your eyes and challenge you not to get hard. Then I look away, draw myself up to my full height (those heels are so helpful there!) and put my hands behind my head.

I'm looking a little as if I don't really care whether you are thinking of just one thing - standing behind me, your head in my hands, and my tits in yours.

Well now. Why don't I sit down? Oops, my skirt seems to have ridden up a little. It looks as if your assumption that I was wearing stockings was proved right! Your eyes are drawn to my thighs. Good. You're wondering just how provocative I can be, and perhaps whether you should try to do something about it. Sometimes I like being provocative. I put my hands on my boobs again and squeeze them. Just gently. You love the way I smile when I do that, because you think it means I like having my breasts felt. Well, you're not totally right there.

I love having my breasts felt. When it's done properly, of course!

There are two photographs of me on a chair, where the camera is on high, looking down on me. Now, take a look at how my hand goes up out of shot. Is it there because I'm taking a selfie, do you think? Or is it there because you thought you'd push your luck a little, move closer and look down at me from a dominant position, to see how I'd react? And the way I have reacted is to stretch my arm out, and gently place my hand over the bulge in his pants...

Let me see, if the photographer happened to be a younger man, he might be slightly more nervous in the company of a sexy mature woman. But then again I would know that a younger man tends to recover more quickly. Perhaps the smile in the high photos was me telling him that it will be alright, because I'll make sure that nothing spills onto my lovely, new, red skirt.

By making sure I swallow every drop of his load as my tongue and lips suck him dry when I give him a quick blow job.

Perhaps that's the reason the pictures take a naughtier turn, as I perhaps need to arouse him a little, get him ready for his second orgasm, so I can have my first! I peel up my top, showing him my gorgeous full breasts in all their glory, then lean forward invitingly, planting the idea of me pushing my boobs together to make one warm, fleshy tunnel for his hot, thick cock to experience.

Or perhaps, my lovely photographer, you are a more mature guy, someone who is certainly not averse to receiving a blow job from me, but doesn't want to cum in my mouth? Someone who prefers to save himself for the prospect of enjoying me in a different way, someone who watches how I peel down my panties, as if getting myself ready for...do I need to spell it out for you? Already topless, and now bottomless, I lie back on the sofa, turning this way and that, teasing you with views of my pussy, and the different ways you could be inside me, the two of us moving together...

So those last few photos of me, bare-breasted, with my hand coyly between my thighs. Is that the smile of satisfaction of a woman who has just been fucked to orgasm, her hand covering the evidence leaking from her? Or is it a woman smiling in anticipation of what is to about to happen, when her photographer has put his camera down, and she can give herself to him properly?

Or perhaps it is a woman satisfied with her solo posing, a woman imagining all those men who will be masturbating at the thought of sex with her, about to take herself off somewhere cosy, so she can finger herself to orgasm at the thought of a job well done!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
Wednesday, September 22nd 2021
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A Closet Crossdresser
Hello my friends,

You never know with some people just what it is that will really get them going sexually.

Not too many days back, I spent a couple of hours with a very nicely turned-out, very male sort of man, if you know what I mean. We had met once before, a dinner date evening at the hotel he was staying for work. These dates are quite appealing because they allow us to get to know each other a little before we go back to the bedroom. He had been good company from the start, complimenting me on my appearance, then keeping me entertained with good conversation over dinner, without succumbing to the kinds of boast about how good the sex was going to be that some very male men seem to think is a turn-on.

We made love twice, both times more or less conventionally. The first was a gentle missionary coupling, where I think I may have caused a case of premature ejaculation by telling I loved looking into a man's eyes when he cums. So he did, quite quickly! Then there was some talking as we got our second wind, and this time he apologised but said he wanted to take me in doggy. I told him it wasn't a problem and that in fact it was a favourite position of mine. I undressed for him in a gentle striptease, then when the time was right I bent over the table in the room and opened myself up for him, pulling my bum cheeks a little apart for him. The table was in front of a mirror, so he got to see my grin as he penetrated me!

He entered me quite tenderly, then after a few movements he placed my hands side by side in the small of my back, holding them together at the wrist. With the other hand he reached around underneath me and felt my boob as he fucked me. I was almost at the point of saying I felt uncomfortable, but he didn't push it further, and with the rhythm we fell into I concentrated on enjoying myself. I could feel myself about to come, so I glanced in the mirror to see if I could get him shooting with eye contact again. His eyes were riveted to watching - I thought- where his cock was moving in and out of me, then I started to have an orgasm so I closed my eyes. He let go of my wrists as he felt me come, slid his other hand under my body, and pulled me upwards away from the tabletop, one hand squeezing each breast as he came in me.

After our second go, I worked the conversation round to gently telling him that I am not too fond of being restrained in the normal run of things. I could tell he was upset at the thought that I might have been upset, and he promised he would not push me into anything I might not agree to.

'And I will do the same for you next time, of course,' I said, thinking that he might not like having his masculinity challenged.

'If you like,' he said, looking a little crestfallen, then added 'there will be a next time, then?'

I tongue-kissed him by way of answer, as I stroked his cock. I love the wet sounds our mouths made as we did this, and the fact that even after two energetic bouts of sex, I managed to get him hard, then make him cum, his spunk flowing over my fingers. I looked into his eyes as I licked them clean. He seemed to want to go again, but I wagged a finger in his face.

'Save it for next time, my darling!'

So, the next time we met up was at a hotel. He took some time off from his office job to see me there. We had a drink in the bar first, but we agreed we would skip the meal this time round. We could hardly keep our hands off each other on the way back to the room, and I was expecting he might try to dominate me once more, but I couldn't have been more wrong. We both stripped naked, then I told him I needed to pay a visit to the bathroom. I wasn't gone that long- truth be told, I was quite eager to get into bed myself! - but when I came back into the room, he was actually more dressed than when I had left.

Except the clothes he had put on were mine!

Not all of them, of course. If nothing else I was about six inches shorter than him, so the blouse and skirt would have been tricky! Still, he had made a very credible attempt at getting into my lingerie.

'I'll pay for anything I might have ripped or stretched,' he said, 'only this seemed the best way of telling you some of the things I like.'

I was literally speechless. I know many men who enjoy crossdressing - some very well! - but I wouldn't have thought he was the type.

'You approve?'

I stood in front of him. There were barely inches between us. If he hadn't been wearing my girdle, the tip of his cock would have been pressing into my tummy. He looked a little uncertain, so I did more or less what I had done the previous time - I put my mouth against his, and breathed hotly against his face. Only this time it was my mouth that was open. He understood the invitation, and I gave a soft, whispered moan as his tongue flowed into my mouth. I squirmed my tummy against his crotch, feeling the firm pressure of his erection against my body. I felt his saliva on my lips.

'It's a good job I like women as well,' I said, 'I really wanted a fuck tonight. Would you like that, too?'

He nodded. I put my arms up to his shoulders and offered him my mouth once more, then ground myself into his cock as he filled my mouth with tongue. He bent his knees slightly, trying to work the tip of his cock between my legs. I made a long, drawn-out "aaah" sound, as the head of his cock pressed the silky fabric of the girdle between my pussy lips.

'I can see I'm going to need to take a lot of time dressing you to perfection,' I said, and felt his cock twitch and jump as he took that thought on board.

'But tonight, let's just be a bit more basic, shall we? Do you want to cum on me or in me?'

His cock twitched again. I kissed him deeply, then sent my right hand down to his crotch, to free it from his - my! - girdle, then stroked it gently along my pussy lips, before he gently edged it into me and began to move. By the time I felt him filling me with his load a few minutes later, I knew that our next meeting was going to be beautifully sensual!

To be continued...

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
Wednesday, September 15th 2021
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The Delights of Bum Fun
Hello my Friends,


Well, it won't take you too long to work out what the subject of this particular post is!


If you've been a regular follower of mine - and if you haven't, then you have been missing out! - you'll know that every now and again I do something a little out of the ordinary, sexually speaking.


I don't know if it would count as out of the ordinary from your point of view but nowadays, when I have something of a reputation as a mature and refined English rose to live up to, my usual approach to matters sexual is slow, dignified and very much a sensual experience. One of my special friends loves it when I pay a visit. We chatter, undress a little, spend ages on foreplay, kiss intimately and passionately, then depending on how we feel I'll either get him onto his back with his nicely throbbing erection pointing to the ceiling and ride him to a lovely cowgirl climax, or I'll prowl my way up from the foot of the bed like some kind of big cat, then envelop his lovely cock with my very willing mouth and suck him to ecstasy. I have taken to doing this braless, wearing a loose satin top, and he tells me the combination of sensations - having his cock buried deep in my mouth, while my gorgeous boobs move and press silky-smooth fabric into his naked thighs has become his favourite way to orgasm. (I had my hand palm down on his leg last time we did this, and feeling the stiff nipple of my right breast through the shiny fabric nearly made me come, so I can well believe it!)


It is not always that way, though! In fact, in my Charlotte Spencer days, I could be quite sluttish when I wanted to be. Thinking about it, I still can. It's just that it doesn't happen as often as it used to! Which brings me to a video clip, which was made with my friend Bill. I asked him if I could shoot some video while I was at his place and he agreed. You can see that I am in a very skimpy outfit, accompanying my lovely red-soled shoes; well, I had kind of softened Bill up - after getting him nice and stiff in the first instance! - by giving him one of my speciality hand-jobs, big on French kissing and breast squeezing while I gently stroked him to completion. I have yet to find the man who can resist me whispering sweet nothings in his ear, then plunging my tongue into his mouth while I bring him off in my delicate and neat fingertips.

"What do you have in mind, Lorna?" he asked.

"I thought I would masturbate with this lovely glass dildo," I told him, "While I fantasise about something that happened some years back. It's a shame you didn't know me then, you'd have loved it!"

"Go on," he said. I could see that the zip on his jeans, done up only a few moments before, was going to be undone once more in the near future.

"Well," I began, "I did a double-delight meeting with this guy back before all this pandemic business started. He said he wasn't sure whether he preferred the idea of me kissing him while my friend Annabelle sucked him off, or her kissing him while I did. In the end we did it both ways, with a lovely sloppy cumswap after each cum. There's something very horny about blondes French-kissing with spermy tongues, don't you think?"


Bill didn't even get to say a recognisable word this time, giving a sort of grunt instead. Cheerily I carried on.


"It got me thinking about what the female equivalent might be. Not in the sense of oral sex (though I reckon one tongue working on my pussy while another took care of my bottom would be nice!), but more basic. A Lorna sandwich, if you like, with a cock in each hole. What do you think of that?"


Again he grunted. I thought for a moment.


"Don't worry about that camera, it more or less takes care of itself once it is set up. Come in front with me, and help me with my fantasy!"


Which is how he came to appear as my co-star. He already knew the way my mind was turning, so willingly poured oil between my bum cheeks, then gently massaged it into my skin. His finger moved gently up and down between my buttocks, and he needed no encouragement at all to gently slip it inside my back passage. Now it was my turn to grunt!


"Fuck, that's nice," I said, "don't stop. Keep fingering me there!"


"I wasn't about to stop!" he said, in a "don't be stupid!" tone of voice. I was gently playing with my pussy lips with one hand, as I felt his middle finger penetrate me, then crease and flex as he started a smooth, rhythmic movement in an out of my pliant anus, a movement that simultaneously went just deep enough, but nowhere near where I wanted it to. I started to make soft, sighing noises. He knew exactly what he was doing!


"Do you want something a little harder? Bigger."


I just nodded. No point trying to kid him that it hadn't got me going! He teased me with the rounded tip of the glass dildo, then slowly pressed it into me. I gasped as he did, then began to frig myself harder.


"If there were two of you now," I said, then slowly sighed as I felt the onset of what was coming.


"Let me guess. One of them would be on his back, underneath you?"


"Mmmm......"


I was too close to orgasm to say anything that needed thinking about. He squeezed my breasts, one at a time.


"So thats's one of me, down here. The second one goes on top then?"


"Mmmm....." I had started panting, quick breaths brought on by what he was actually doing, and the thought of how he - or they! - would be taking me. Teasing me, he went on.


"So the second one...goes on top. And does what?"


I should have remembered he loved hearing me talk dirty!


"He fucks me."


"Does he? How does he fuck you?"


"Hard. And fast!"


"Silly me, he said, still moving the glass toy in my bum as my fingers rubbed between my legs, "I should have said, 'where?'"


"Uhhh....uhhh...my bum, he fucks my bum."


"Gently?"


"Uhh, no, no, not gently. I told you! Hard. And fast. Up the bum. Aaahhh, you bastard!"


He was moving the dildo quickly now, using it to stand in for my fantasy second lover, and getting me close, so close..."


"Tell me again!"


"He's fucking me. Up my arse. Hard, fast, up my arse. Harder! Aaahhh!"


I gave a moan as I came. He slowed his rhythm and let me come, gently moving the toy as I twitched and squirmed through his handiwork, then pulling it out as slowly as he could as he judged I had finished. He passed the glass toy to me, glistening with the mixture of my juices and the oil we had used. I caught my breath, and grinned at him.


"If I didn't know better, I'd say you enjoyed that, Lorna! What should we do now?"


I gave a single laugh. It sounded like a cough.


"Fair enough," he said, "I'm happy to go along with that! Any particular position you'd like?"


"Turn the camera off first," I said, "and I'll surprise you!"


He busied himself with the camera, then turned back to face me, unzipping those jeans.


I looked back at him, over my shoulder, grinning.


"But you haven't moved in the sli... Oh. I get it!"


And he did!


Love and Kisses,


Lorna Blu xxx
Wednesday, August 25th 2021
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The Kitchen Crew
Hello to you all,

Some of you will be aware that I have recently had a new kitchen installed. This kind of work can be really disruptive and leave you stressed out for ages - on the other hand, with friendly and co-operative workers, it can be quite exciting, watching your house change as they work on your behalf. And, with the right team, you get to have a group of strange new men around the place!

As I said, some of you know that I was having this done, and one or two even speculated on the goings-on that might have gone on, thinking that naughty Lorna might have done a "Charlotte" and worked her magic on the workmen. As one of my all-time favourite TV characters used to say, "You might think that. I couldn't possibly comment." And with that said, let's begin at the beginning.

I had been told to expect the work to take a couple of weeks. I knew that doesn't mean to say that all of the guys would be on site all of the time, but that first morning more or less the whole team turned up to see what the job looked like. (I know what you're thinking - knowing was me they were probably looking to find out what the kitchen owner looked like, but I'm pretty sure they had no idea about who I was and the sort of things I did. A girl can tell, you know!) In a sense that put me into an interesting position: it meant I was the one eyeing up the talent, in order to take my pick.

Well, I was not disappointed! There was a cute, polite younger chap called Tommy, who was going to be fitting most of the units himself. There was an electrician called Rick, a big, good-looking chap who drew my eye straight away, a plasterer called Mike, Ian whose job was to fit all the tiles, and Kev, who would do the decorating. Last but not least there was Matt, who said he'd drop by from time to time to keep an eye on progress and make sure the guys didn't do anything amiss. They all seemed nice guys, and so it proved. They certainly managed to dismantle my old kitchen quite effectively in day one, leaving me with a kettle, a microwave and a cooker that looked a little sorry for itself.

I won't go into all the details of who did what where, and to be honest I didn't keep track of the kitchen work. I do remember a lot of measuring and drawing on the wall in pencil, as they mapped out where things would go, and making quite a few cups of tea as this went on. At the end of the day they had more or less sorted out who would do what, and when they left Rick told me that he'd be there by himself the next day, as he'd have to do some chasing for new power points and lighting, before the new units could go in. There was a twinkle in his eye as he said that, and I knew he wouldn't be averse to a different sort of chasing. And, if I'm honest, neither would I!

After I had waved them off at the end of that first day and settled into my first takeaway meal of the project, I started thinking. I had decided a little naughtiness might be in order, and Rick - dark, wavy hair and brown eyes - was definitely the one to be naughty with, I thought. I actually had a dream involving my new electrician friend, and it was quite a pleasant one, so by the time he turned up at 8.30 I felt on very friendly terms with him. I made coffee, chatted with him, then left him to dig what looked like bloody great channels into the kitchen plaster. There were connections to the existing wiring be made, so the power went off a couple of times, and coffee to be made when the power came back on. There was a lovely feeling of sexual tension in the air, and after the third coffee break we both had strong feelings that something was going to happen. It was just a question of how and when.

The "when", I decided during that third coffee break, should be as soon as those cups were empty. The "how" was me innocently reaching to take his cup from his hand, but just taking hold of his hand instead. Then looking into his eyes while he worked out I was on offer. That took him about four seconds, then he asked,

"Are we going to?"

To which I replied,

"Yep."

We put the cups down and I led him to the bedroom.

I'm going to be brief - you'll see why! - but Rick did not disappoint. He could kiss for Britain - there's an Olympic sport that I think Team GB could aspire to! - and those strong hands were all over my body in seconds. I asked him his favourite position, and he told me "with tits like yours it would have to be cowgirl!" There wasn't much need for foreplay, he was hard and I was wet, and he slipped into me just as easily as he had in my dream. I don't think he let go of my boobs for more than a few seconds and I did think while we fucked that his sense of rhythm was a bit adrift (he had a habit of trying to move in the wrong way at the wrong time) but having that handsome guy moving inside me was more than enough to get me over the finishing line.

As he was that much of a tit man I thought he'd like to finish on my breasts, so after I came I got the bottle of baby oil and made a lovely, oily valley for him to use. He sat on my chest as I pushed my boobs together, and with only one of us trying to dictate the pace he soon was filling my cleavage with his seed - hot, full spurts that shot up against my chin and ran down either side of my throat. We cleaned up, kissed, chatted, then dressed, both of us very relieved to have relieved each other.

"It's nothing personal," he joked, "but my work here is done for the time being!"

I knew he was referring to the kitchen not the sex, but I couldn't help but think of how many housewives this gorgeous man must have fucked in his job. As he left for the night I tongue-kissed him at the door and told him,
"Not a word to the others. This is just between you and me. There will be some more later, but only if you don't breathe a word of this to anyone."

I thought about it a little more as I showered, watching his cum run down my body and into the plughole. I decided two things as I masturbated in that shower (it was too good not to relive!). One was that "not a word to anyone else" seemed a very sensible idea. The other one was a little selfish: if Rick could notch a bedpost, then Lorna could do the same. I fingered myself to sleep that night, thinking of a scheme that my naughty alter-ego Charlotte would have enjoyed...

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

p.s If you'd like to hear more about my kitchen capers, I'll be posting parts 2 and 3 in my Erotic stories section.
Wednesday, August 18th 2021
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Dirty, Horny Cowgirl
Hello there!

As some of my friends already know, I have recently been having some work done at my house, so I haven't been in a position to update quite as often as I would like. I hope you're prepared to forgive me my little lapses. If not, I suppose I'll probably just have to go over your knee to be spanked. Which reminds me...ah, but that's another story!

This is a little playful clip I made during what I refer to as my Charlotte Spencer era (before my 'Blu Period'!). I think perhaps it was inspired when I watched that Clint Eastwood film where he plays a retired gunfighter who takes up his pistols one last time, to avenge a good-time girl who was attacked by some no-good...Sorry, it seems I can't resist getting into character!

So, although the life of a good-time girl from that era probably wasn't much fun, I could kind of relate to aspects of it. I have always enjoyed dressing up to show off my figure, and I think you'll agree that this little black cowboy outfit certainly does that. I imagined myself propped up against the bar at the local whorehouse, my top pulled open so prospective clients could get a view of my goods, while the short leather skirt clings to my bottom, inviting them to ask if a cowpoke in that corral was OK...I think I will stop the cowboy talk there!

But just imagine that you have come in from a hard day riding the range. You choose me (or do I choose you, and let you think it was your idea?). Anyway, we go upstairs to the room. Obviously you'd be exhausted after all those long hours in the saddle, so I let you undress and climb into a hip bath, soaking away the aches and pains of the day, while I put on a little show to get you in the mood for love.

My boots aren't really suited for the kind of riding you have been doing so far today, but I have to say that for a different kind of riding they can't be beaten! I watch your eyes following my every movement as I roll on the sofa, pushing my bottom out to tempt you, before I turn over and open my legs, showing you what you've been dreaming of as you ride that hard trail.

My top is very low-cut to begin with, but I think it won't harm your recovery any if I gently ease my breasts out into full view (full view sounds exactly the right turn of phrase, don't you think?), and then I show you that something special that I learned in my time at a certain high-class establishment in Paris, France.


I can tell by the way there is more of your body visible over the waterline that I have been doing a pretty good job of reviving you, but with this extra something, you're going to find me completely irresistible. I unzip the boot (they may not have had zip fasteners in the Old West, but bear with me!) Your eyes watch as my hand moves down my shapely calf to a slender ankle. I look at you from under my hat, giving you that knowing look that tells you I want it almost as eagerly as you do! I ease the boot from my foot and then, as you struggle to believe your eyes, I take the tip of the toe into my mouth in a way that suddenly gets you much harder. But I'm not finished yet; by the time I am done you are going to be harder for me than any woman you have had in your life.

You're trying to look into my eyes as my fingers first stroke the shiny leather of the boot, then the gusset of my panties. I do like these panties, but right now there is one problem with them - they are between you and my pussy. I ease them down and relax back against the pillows. My pussy is ready and waiting for you, but just to encourage the two of us perhaps a little extra attention wouldn't go amiss?

My fingers gently explore those intimate parts, testing and spreading and then, in a move you wouldn't have thought such a sweet, innocent woman was capable of, the toe of my boot moves from my mouth, where I have been moistening it for this very moment, to that other set of lips. My eyes lock on to yours, as I fuck myself with my shoe. You look on, amazed at the kind of things I am prepared to do for sexual satisfaction; I move the toe-tip in and out gently with one hand, while the other seeks out my little special place, as I tease and stroke myself to a shattering climax, and you start to worry perhaps that I don't need you at all! I know a way I can reassure you though, and once I have come I take the boot from inside me and offer it to my mouth, playfully licking the juices that are on it.

'There', I say, 'I hope you were watching! I'm going to expect you to do everything that my boot did.'

I lay back, open my legs, and sigh as I wait for your cock.

See if my recent video has the same effect on you

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
Monday, August 2nd 2021
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The Ultimate Seductress
Hello!

Being what one of my dear friends calls "a delightfully attractive, delightfully naughty, mature lady", I find that I seem to feature in the fantasies of some much younger men. It's a very flattering thought sometimes, and I feel I would never want for male company again if I did nothing else but take male virginities, but it's not something I do as a rule. However, fantasy doesn't have to match reality, and in response to a very nice email I received from 'Joe' I decided to visit this aspect of my sex life, with a flashback clip from Charlotte Spencer days. So, to Joe - and all the other young men who entertain similar thoughts as Joe does - I hope you can overlook the fact that you're called Arthur in this clip, and just concentrate on the thought of me being the first woman you get to fuck instead!

I find myself at home one midweek afternoon when a knock comes at the door. I hadn't been expecting it; or, more accurately, I hadn't been expecting it that day, so I'm not exactly "dressed to kill". Fortunately the young man they have sent to collect my overdue rent isn't too bothered! I have got to know him over a few months now, and we are on reasonably good terms. Judging by the way his hungry eyes linger over my body when he thinks I'm not looking, I believe he fancies me. I fancy him too, as it happens (I’ve got a ‘thing’ for guys with long hair). You can't always predict what it is about somebody that will have this effect on you, can you? I just know that since I first met him - when my rent was always up-to-date! - I have fallen asleep on more than one evening, bringing myself off with my fingers and wishing they were his...

So here he is at my front door. I think he is a little nervous, whereas I...well, not to put too fine a point on it, I am horny! I barely listen (or make much sense) when he starts telling me that he has been told to make sure he gets something from me. Getting something from me is exactly what I had in mind, too. Enough to persuade him to tell his boss that I wasn't in when he called, anyway.

I breathe deeply, give him my trademark cheeky smile, and start to unbutton my blouse. He does exactly what I hoped, and takes over, undoing me, then gently exposing my big breasts. His hands are warm, soft, and very eager to cup and fondle me. I want more of them on my body, but perhaps that is more than I really need just to get him to say I was out. His head dips, and I feel a wash of feelings as he takes a nipple into his mouth and begins to suckle. I send him on his way, with a gentle affectionate peck.

I know he'll be back!

I'm more ready for his next visit. My outfit is a lovely shade of pink; short, and very close fitting. His eyes home in on my boobs as soon as I open the door. I lay a hard luck story on him from the start, sitting on the arm of my sofa. He tells me he is under strict instructions not to let me get away with anything. It is clearly going to take more than just a quick feel of my tits to persuade him this time.

Good.

I bare my breasts for him myself this time, lifting them out to rest them on my bra, making them jut beautifully. His eyes are drawn straight to my nipples - a deep shade of pink, and very erect. I know he will be erect too, even before my fingertips brush the bulge in his trousers. I put my hand on my groin, planting the idea of us being much more than good friends, then lead him to the sofa. I sit next to him with my tits out, my skirt riding up high, and for the first time I feel his hand on my leg, caressing my thigh, then cupping a buttock. I tell him I am wet for him, then open my legs so he can tell for himself it is true.

I don't let him go too far, but today he will go home with the scent of me on his fingers.

It is a week later. I'm relaxing at home with a glass of wine, wearing every girl's favourite, the little black outfit. Black is such a flattering colour, but I am sure the thin shoulder straps will focus his mind on how easy it would be to undress me! The knock comes at the door and I let him in. He's looking determined, but I put my arms round his neck and persuade him to put the rent book down, while I fetch some wine for him. Last week his hand was between my legs, but this week it's my turn. I squeeze and stroke his erection, persuading him that it would be the most natural thing in the world to drop his trousers for me. I tease him out of his underwear.

I wonder if he thought I would take his cock between my lips this time? His flesh feels warm in my mouth!

My skirt has ridden up as I suck him, and the randy bastard is fingering me. Very well, as it happens! I was going to wank him between my tits, but I think I need to get him to come before he does it to me. My tongue flicks over the smooth head of his cock as I tell him to come for me. When he does I drop my head a little, so I can catch as much as I can of his salty juice. There's something I find quite special about the first time a guy does that with me, I think.

I swallow what I can, but he'll have a gooey reminder of me at the root of his cock from this visit.

I know what will happen the following week. So does he. We don't talk much about the arrears; instead we strip each other. When he is undressed enough I crouch in front of him and take his cock into my mouth. After enough blow job to get him good and hard it's my turn. I lie back on the pillows I brought through, and let him put his mouth on me. He licks me, fingers me. He gets me wet and ready. I suck him a little more, then bend over for him. A few seconds later we have officially become lovers.

He lasts longer than I thought. Long enough for me to come, quite beautifully, as he thrusts into me.

I've made him wear a condom, and a few moments later I hear and feel him filling it.

We dress, and as I wave him off he tells me, quite sadly, that his failure to collect from me means he may well be looking for a new job. I feel a little sorry for him, but then again he won't think back to successfully collecting the rent from all his other tenants the way he'll treasure the memories of failing to with me! I sit on the sofa and finish my wine. Then I think about the two thousand pounds cash I have in a drawer.

After all, I may not fancy the next rent collector!

You can view and enjoy this scenario in my latest video ‘The Ultimate Seductress’

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
  

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