Rosie Webster had had a really shitty day.
Her modelling career had not taken the path she hoped it would. Instead of her face and body being seen by thousands in magazines like, FHM, NUTS and MAXIM, or even page 3 of "The Sun" here she was returning home after a day of being the girl in tight shorts and an even tighter top, helping to demonstrate a brand of overpriced Swedish crap to punters who had more money than sense. The guy
fronting the product, Rosie was still not sure what it was, was a middle aged sleazebag, who at every opportunity managed to brush his hand on either her legs, arse or boobs. Still there was the upside of the job, it had paid her £250, not bad for a days work.
To make mattes worse, her period had started, she was a few days earlier than she expected. She was almost perfectly regular, right on time, but this month for some reason she was early. She cursed her luck, as she had a night of wild sex with her boyfriend Jason very much in mind, to relive the boredom of the day.
"Hi babe I'm home," Rosie called as she opened the door of the terraced house on Coronation Street, which she shared with Jason, his mum, Eileen and her two gay lodgers, Sean & Marcus.
Jason jumped up from the sofa and took Rosie into his arms. Their mouths met and she felt the long smooth tongue along hers, something that always got her sexual juices flowing.
Breaking the kiss and pawing at her breasts, Jason said, "come on, we have just time for a quickie before the match starts."
Rosie, pushing him away replied, "sorry babe, but Uncle Charlie has come early this month, so no chance."
Jason looked and felt disappointed, he had been anticipating fucking Rosie all day. Still the United match was on TV, so that would have to do.
"Just going for a shower," said Rosie, grabbing her bag and climbing the stairs.
Twenty minutes later, she came back down, wearing a pair of very sexy pyjamas and sat down next to Jason.
Her period always made her feel really sexy, though unwilling to try intercourse, everything else was up for grabs, including Jason.
Dressed in a white T shirt and knitted black boxers, He was engrossed in the football and hardly noticed Rosie next to him.
Rosie began to kiss his neck, at the same time started to run her fingers on the inside of his leg.
Jason's reaction to this was to yell "C'mon ref that was a foul." Rosie was not impressed.
She decided more serious distractions were required if Jason was to pay her more attention, than his beloved United.
She slowly popped the buttons on the front of his boxers and her hand slid inside. Meeting the skin of his penis, Rosie gave a shudder, she loved handling a mans cock. Jason was mixed race and had inherited his fathers genetic large member. He was about seven inches long and quite thick. The skin was darker than the rest of him, giving a very erotic look to his manhood.
Adjusting her position, Rosie lowered her head to his groin and gently placed the tip of her tongue at the base of his cock Then very slowly traced a vein, throbbing with blood, all the way to the rim. She then twirled her tongue around the rim, before taking the bulbous head between her lips.
