I knew from the moment I saw him that he was ideal for my purposes. I suppose that, when you have a mind like mine, you get to know these things almost on instinct. He just looked like he could give me a good fuck in the way I needed it.
I was hot that night. I hadn't fucked for over a week and I knew it. I needed to feel cock thrusting deep inside me. More than this; I wanted something extra. After all, I could get cock any night of the week. I wanted to direct the action in a cock-fest for a night. Three would be good – I had enough homes for three but I ought to start realistically with two. Besides, three blokes might be difficult to control and I was damned sure I was going to be in control tonight!
After all, what is the point of having some sweaty bloke fucking my cunt for two minutes before filling me with cum and then falling asleep on top of me? If a man was going to get into my knickers (I'm speaking metaphorically because I never wear them) them he was going to have to earn the privilege by being nice to me and putting on a complete display. I am a hard person to please and, when I know what I want, I'm pretty determined to get it.
So here I was, in a cocktail bar off the Kings Road. I'd been here a couple of times before with a girlfriend and both times we'd ended up pulling. I knew that the place would be crowded with a mixture of couples and singles…..
I had dressed to impress and didn't look out of place sitting by the bar. I was wearing a short (and I mean short) black pvc miniskirt. Above the waist I wore a tight black lace top with long sleeves. This was see-through and the pink of my nipples was clearly visible through the filmy material. The top really did nothing other than emphasise my tits.
I knew my apparel had the desired effect anyway, judging by the way half the blokes in the place looked round as I walked from the door to the bar. I smiled inwardly; not bad for a 'girl' of forty seven. I was also conscious of a slight trickle of juice coming from my crack and running down the inside of my thigh. Fuck me, I was hot!
I ordered a Tom Collins at the bar and sat on the high stool to survey the scene. There were maybe fifty men in the place and I had to pick the right one.
Twenty minutes later, and after another Tom Collins, I had had to tell a couple of lecherous guys to take a hike. They had sidled up to my bar stool and produced corny one liners by way of introduction. After a moment of social engagement (toujours la politesse), I had told them I wasn't interested and to fuck off. This raised some eyebrows on the people nearby who had heard our exchange but had the desired effect. They had slunk back into the remoter reaches of the room and gave me occasional baleful glances.
And then he walked in. I don't know why I knew he was the one but as I saw him approach the bar I engaged in a deep and lustful gaze. He returned my look unblinkingly with half a smile on his face and stood next to me at the bar.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked in an uncomplicated accent.
Fifteen minutes later we were still talking. I'd established that his name was Nick and he was a final year law student. Whatever else he was, he was certainly bold and had established that I didn't complain about his hand first brushing 'accidentally' against my thigh and then being placed on my thigh.
I was aware that his hand was steadily rising higher on my leg, had in fact risen beyond the hem line of my very short skirt and was moving stealthily towards the bulls-eye. He was probably encouraged by the way I had uncrossed my legs on the stool to allow him unfettered access. His hand closed on my pussy, as we talked about nothing in particular. His face registered some surprise when he evidently appreciated I wasn't wearing panties. He smiled, continued his explanation of how expensive it was to go through Law College in London (or whatever it was he was saying) and moved closer to me.
He turned his hand round within the tight confines of my skirt and, palm upwards he started to caress my naked, shaved pussy. First cupping it with all his fingers and rubbing lightly around the outside and then very delicately probing with one finger around and within my cunt lips. I knew I was already sopping wet and he proceeded to stick one, then two, fingers up inside me.
The fact that we were surrounded by people made no difference. It was evident that a few of the people in our immediate vicinity were aware of our activities and were either pointedly ignoring Nick's wandering hand or were blatantly watching.
I quite enjoy a bit of exhibitionism – I wouldn't dress like I do if I didn't want people to look at me – but I had other plans for Nick.
"Shall we go somewhere else?" I murmured to him, conscious that my orgasm hadn't been that far away.
"Fine, yeah!" he responded, pulling his fingers out and ostentatiously licking them clean in view of the audience.
As we walked out of the doors I was conscious of a number of eyes boring into my back. It's always good to leave in style.
*****
En route to my place, I had to fight to keep Nick from fucking me there and then in the cab. His hands were all over me so I had to get stern with him and insist we called a truce. I reassured him that he'd get all he wanted when we got to my flat.
I explained that there would be another man at the flat, that I wasn't in a relationship with him, but that we shared some fun together. This was the acid test for Nick. He would either bale out now or my night of enjoyment would be secure. You can only guess at my relief when Nick laughed and said "So you are after a threesome are you? That's fine by me, the more the merrier!"
He explained that he had already participated in similar activities and told of one particular scene that culminated in Nick coming inside a girl and having his cock licked clean by a gay friend who was simply interested to know what the combination of spunk and cunt juice tasted like.
Five minutes later we were unlocking my flat and I called to Andrew to come through. Andrew is forty one, tall muscular and bisexual. I use him to house sit whilst I am away on business and occasionally as a plaything. He is naturally submissive and we have spent many hours indulging in dirty play.
This tends to culminate in Andrew trussed up in some form of mild bondage licking out my sopping pussy. Only after he has finished pleasuring me (and this can take some time) and he has been excused and untied is he allowed to wank himself to oblivion while I watch.
Anyway, I introduced Andrew to Nick. They seemed to hit it off right away and the three of us talked easily for a few minutes. I was conscious that Andrew was casting furtive (and some not so furtive) glances in the direction of Nick's crotch; at least I knew that one of my boys was up for some same-sex fun.
I needn't have worried about Nick though. He may not have been looking too hard but he was gradually decreasing the distance between the two of them on the couch and increasing the time his hand rested on Andrew's thigh for emphasis while making some point or other.
None of us, I am sure, was in any doubt about the reason we were all sitting there, apparently so calmly and relaxed. There was an almost palpable feeling of sexual tension in the atmosphere. Unsurprisingly, the topic of conversation had turned to sexual experiences and preferences. We considered the relative merits of bondage, fellatio, anal sex and rimming and our experiences in practising these activities. We were all getting hot by now; the two boys made no attempt to hide the bulge evident in their trousers and I could feel that my cunt was really wet and dripping.
Time, I thought, to catalyse the action.
