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Posted on 04.11.05 by Justine @ 8:50 pm
Hello again - I hope you are having a good day! Here’s a kinky tale I’ve written for you about a visit from a plumber. The story is based on an ancounter I had with a plumber a couple of years ago - I hope you enjoy it… Kisses, Justine The Plumber - written by Justine I used to live in a very old block of flats. I loved it there but, as it was old, there were often problems with the electric, water and so on. The piping and wiring desperately needed replacing, but the landlord was too tight-fisted to do anything about it… unless he was forced to. This happened one day, when water started gushing out from under my sink. I came home from work to find my kitchen ankle-deep in water! I got straight on the phone and the landlord said he’d get hold of a plumber and send them round as soon as possible. He said not to expect them this evening, as it was too short notice for that. Great - what was I supposed to do in the meantime! I shut the kitchen door and tried to forget about it. I’d had a hard day and was exhausted, so I went through to the bathroom, ran a bath and peeled off my work clothes. I stepped naked into the foaming tub and rubbed the creamy lather all over me. Leaning back, I shut my eyes for a few moments and let myself drift off. At that moment, the doorbell rang, waking me with a start. I mumbled and groaned to myself as I grabbed my bathrobe, wrapped it quickly round me and ran through to the front door. I peeped round the curtain and there standing on my doorstep was a grey-haired man in his late fifties, clutching a tool bag. I opened the door with a smile. “Hello. You must be the lady with the leak” he said, a big grin on his face as he noticed my robe and bare legs. “That’s me, come on in. I’ll show you where the problem is.” I led him through to the kitchen where the water had started seeping under the door. “Oh, my word” said the man, when he saw the extent of the problem. “This is going to take a bit of clearing up”. He strode across the room, wading through the water and started tinkering round under the sink. “It’s quite straightforward really” his voice echoed from within the cupboard, “I should have it fixed in a second. Could you just pass me my adjustable spanner out of my tool bag”. He’d left his bag just outside the door, so I unzipped it and soon found the spanner. Tiptoeing carefully, I made my way through the water to hand him his tool. He still had his head in the under-sink cupboard, so I bent down to hand it to him. “Here you are,” I said trying to get his attention. “Oh thank you, love. Oh, you’ve got your feet all wet! I didn’t realise you’d not got any shoes on.” And as he spoke, my bathrobe fell aside, revealing my bare breasts! “Oh!” he exclaimed, and tried to get up, but succeeded only in banging his head on the top of the cupboard. I couldn’t help myself but laugh out loud. The whole situation was just so ridiculous! My robe was still open and I could feel the man’s eyes on my tits bobbing up and down as I laughed. And as I felt his gaze on my bare flesh, I began to feel a tightening, an aching in my pussy. I knelt down next to him, forgetting all about the flooded floor. “Are you okay there, or would you like a hand?” I said in a soft sultry voice, letting my robe slip off completely. The man looked embarrassed, but couldn’t take his eyes off my nakedness. Then suddenly, he lurched towards me and started kissing me passionately on the mouth. He pushed me back onto the soaking floor, and we rolled around in the water. He broke away for a second and managed a breathless “I want you”, then resumed kissing me, on my mouth, my neck, my breasts. I was so hot and horny by now that I practically ripped his clothes off, revealing his hard cock. I couldn’t resist giving it a good suck - it looked so lovely. The foreskin was pulled right back - he was so hard for me! I ran my tongue all over the tip and gently squeezed his balls as he lay back in the water, groaning softly with pleasure. I had something in particular in mind for this gentleman, so I kept sucking for a while, feeling him getting harder and harder, closer and closer, sensing his climax building. And as I sucked him, I sat astride one of his out-stretched legs and rubbed my aching pussy back and forth on his flesh. This was sooo horny! I timed it really carefully, getting myself really close to cumming, and doing the same to him with my mouth. Then when I was sure, I raised myself up and slipped my cunt onto his throbbing cock and pushed down hard, pressing my lips against his as we writhed together. We both came instantly, pumping hard against each other and containing my screams within our kiss. We collapsed together with a splash on the flooded floor and lay there recovering for a few moments. I looked up to him coyly “That was lovely” I smiled. He kissed me softly in reply and we both struggled up. My bathrobe and his clothes were soaked so I went off to put them in the drier while he finished fixing the sink. I told him to be careful, with his tackle swinging about! When I returned, he’d fixed the sink and was just finishing mopping up the water. “You didn’t have to do that - I would have cleared up the water” I said handing him a towel and his dry clothes. “It’s the least I could do” he replied with a twinkle in his eye. After I’d seen him out, I picked up the phone to my landlord. “The plumber’s just been round - he was here a few minutes after you phoned. He’s fixed the sink and even mopped up the water for me. He didn’t mention payment but I guess he’ll send you an invoice.” There was a silent pause on the other end of the phone. “But Justine, I don’t know what you mean. The plumber wasn’t there when I phoned. He’s away until tomorrow evening - his wife said he’d phone when he got back”. I replaced the receiver, agog. So who was it who’d been round? I walked through to the kitchen and looked at the floor where we’d fucked only minutes earlier. “I don’t care”, I thought “Whoever he was, he was a great fuck” and I smiled to myself as I went back to the bathroom to finish my bath. Written by Justine from http://www.JustinesBedroom.com Filed under: Fucking Comments: None |
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Posted on 03.09.05 by Justine @ 5:17 pm
Today’s new erotic story is called ‘My First Fuck’ and is written by my girlfriend Aarielle. It’s about would you believe Aarielle’s first ever fuck! It’s a very horny story and worth reading so sit back and enjoy hearing how and where Aarielle lost her virginity Kisses, Justine My First Fuck - written by Aarielle I would like to share with you the first time I was fucked. They say that you never forget your first time and it’s true, I remember the whole thing vividly and it’s still one of my favourite wanking fantasies… I was seventeen. I’d had boyfriends before and enjoyed gropes and kisses but I’d never gone any further than that until my boyfriend and I were invited to my best friends party. I wore a little red dress that I had bought especially earlier that day. I’d never had anything like it before and wearing it made me feel very sexy. My boyfriend picked me up from home and I had never seen him look at me in that way before. My friends house was across town so we took the bus. I cuddled up close to him during the journey, he hadn’t said anything since he saw me, but he kept looking at me. I was excited about the party and felt so good in my new dress. The party was great, my friends parents had gone out for most of the evening, they had even left some wine out so everyone was having a great time. I remember the song ‘Lady In Red’ being played. My boyfriend and I danced slow and close, we looked at each other and smiled and kissed. We started kissing slowly, eyes closed, I felt his wet, warm tongue slippery against mine. His hands feeling my body firmly but gently. It’s such a strong memory, being held so close and wanted like that. The next song started, I don’t remember what it was but it made the couples split and start jumping and laughing. The next thing I remember was running up the stairs, checking that we hadn’t been seen leaving so quickly. No one had noticed! We found the bathroom first, almost fell in and locked the door. There was a moment of silence where we stood gasping, looking at each other. I started laughing nervously, what was I supposed to do next? My boyfriend sat on the edge of the bath, took both my hands and pulled me close to him. It seemed we’d never been that close before. His hands moved all over my body. We were pressed against each other and I felt his hands run down my body and under my dress. I was so excited and started rubbing against his hands. My dress rose up, I knew I was getting wetter and wetter between my legs. He stood up slowly, hands moving up to my tits, groping and squeezing, then I felt the wet warmth as his lips eagerly took my tits, the sensation of my nipples stiffening to his touch was so good! I felt a hardness on my belly, my hands moved over his trousers. I was so excited and so nervous, I found his zip and lowered it……….. and reached inside. What a feeling, what pleasure! I found the condom that was in my handbag, a girl at school had once described how she put condoms on her boyfriend saying that it was all part of the fun. I tore open the wrapper taking the condom out with my teeth, at the same time taking his prick out of his trousers. The condom almost dropped from my mouth, I’d never seen a real cock before. The tip of the condom was in my mouth, I moved my lips to the tip of his cock and slowly moved them down his shaft, the condom unraveling at the same time. His cock was hard in my mouth, I moved my mouth up and down, slowly at first, then faster, and licking all around the end, cupping his balls. I was aching for him to be inside me, I was wet and tingling at the thought of him entering my cunt. His fingers felt my wetness, they were inside, in and out, exploring. I knelt down with my head resting on the toilet seat, my ass was exposed to him. I felt him come up close behind me, his hands squeezing my tits and his cock rubbing against me. I felt slow probes against my buttocks then a sudden shock. He pushed his cock hard inside me, I didn’t know what I had expected but this was incredible. I moved my hips in time with his thrusts, his cock was deep inside, I pushed back against him hard, then in and out my tits bouncing, we were fucking, my first time. I felt his cock twitch and the movements suddenly became slower but still hard. I felt his body rest on top of mine, slow kisses on my neck. The next thing I remember was shouts and someone trying the door handle, I don’t know how long we had locked ourselves in the bathroom, all I knew was I couldn’t wait until the next time! Written By Aarielle from http://www.aarielle.com Filed under: Fucking Comments: None |
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Posted on 03.01.05 by Justine @ 12:29 am
Today’s erotic story is called ‘Mile High Club’ and is a true story of an encounter I had while travelling a couple of years ago. I think you can probably guess what happens Kisses, Justine Mile-High Club I flew over to England last month for a few days to see my friends and family. The flight was at 6.30 in the evening and I arrived in plenty of time to check in and have a leisurely cup of coffee in the restaurant. As I sat sipping my drink, I noticed a man standing at the bar. He looked over to me and smiled, raising his glass. I smiled back - I always enjoy friendly flirtatious gestures from strangers! The man turned back to face the bar giving me a chance to look at him more closely. He was obviously a businessman, as a he wore a smart suit and had a large brown leather briefcase next to him. He was a small, dapper man in his early forties, with graying hair and a neat goatee beard. I liked the look of him and watched him chatting to the barmaid for a while. Soon it was time for me to board my flight so I headed towards the departure lounge. When I got there, there were just a few people sitting on the rows of seats. I was little concerned that the people on my flight might already have gone to the plane, so I headed down the nearby flight of stairs towards the external door. The door was locked and I couldn’t see anyone walking towards the plane. As I went to go back upstairs, I could hear footsteps coming towards me. A man appeared down the stairs - it was the man I had seen sitting earlier at the bar. “We must stop meeting like this” he joked, grinning at me affably. We talked briefly about the how confusing it can be at airports then returned to the departure lounge. We sat down for a few moments, then a call went out for our flight and we followed a small crowd of passengers and boarded our plane. I took my seat at the back of the plane - there were very few people on this particular flight and the seats next to me were empty. I hated flying and held hard onto the arms of my seat as we took off. As soon as we were in the air, I needed to pee and headed for the toilets behind me. The cubicle was locked so I waited patiently outside the door for whoever was already in there. Within a few minutes, the door opened and a man appeared. “Are you following me?” he asked quizzically, raising one eyebrow. It was the man from the airport again! I smiled at his joke and went to slip past him into the toilet, but he put his hand out and held me by my arm. “Did anyone ever tell you how sexy you are?” it was a corny line, but somehow he seemed to mean it. “How about joining the mile-high club with me? We could do it together.” The look in his eyes and the touch of his hand on my arm was somehow electric and before I knew it we were in the cubicle kissing passionately. Wow, what a rush!!! My pussy was instantly wet at the thrill of this sudden casual encounter. His tongue dipped in and out of my mouth, driving me mad with passion. I put my hands up, locking my fingers into the back of his hair and pulling his mouth hard against mine. This was too horny! I felt his hand sliding up the inside of my thigh and soon his hand found my bare wet pussy - I had no panties on as usual! I squealed and wriggled as his fingers searched out my clitoris and his mouth pressed harder and harder against mine. He was very skillful with his fingers and had me moaning in ecstasy within moments, pushing me against the cubicle wall to stop me thrashing about too much. Somehow, without me even realising, he had unzipped his trousers and got his erect cock out and he started nuzzling it between my pussy lips. My body jerked and I pushed hard against him, forcing his whole length hard up inside me. God, I needed that! Sometimes my body just craved a fucking! He set up a steady rhythm, fucking me hard against the wall, then brushed my hair to one side and put his lips to my ear. “Welcome to the mile-high club, baby” he whispered sexily. I grunted in reply, feeling an orgasm overtaking me. My cunt gripped his cock as I climaxed, contracting again and again on his shaft. He gasped softly in my ear and moved more urgently as his cum exploded inside me. We groaned and panted and began kissing again as both our orgasms subsided and ended. We kissed a little more then he withdrew and put his dick away. “So, how’s it for you, joining the mile-high club” he grinned at me. I smiled sheepishly at him. “Well, actually, I have already… kind of done it before…” I didn’t want to disappoint him too much. “How was it for you?” I asked. He grinned sheepishly too. “You’ve done it before too?!” I exclaimed. We both burst out laughing, hugged and kissed then found our way discreetly back to our seats. Written by Justine from http://www.JustinesBedroom.com Filed under: Fucking Comments: None |
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Posted on 02.27.05 by Justine @ 6:37 pm
Hello and I hope you are having a nice relaxing Sunday. I still haven’t finished the story I was telling you about yesterday, but luckily Alice has finished another erotic story so I am going to post that for you today. It called ‘London Subway’ and describes another one of her many fantasies (she does seem to have a lot!) and I have to say it’s horny one. Have a read and if you have any comments please feel free to add them by clicking on the comments box at the end of the story. Take care, Justine Subway Sex I’m travelling by tube on the London Underground on the central line going West to Holborn to change for Piccadilly. It’s a Saturday night and it seems that everyone’s in town, the train is overcrowded and the air is warm and stale and the mixed smell of people’s body odours and perfume is overpowering. We are packed in tightly, crushed together. Everyone is stood or sat in silence avoiding eye contact, intimidated by the invasion of their personal space. It’s so hot I remove my coat which leaves me standing in a skimpy skintight black dress. You are behind me I can feel your chest pushed up against my back and your breath upon my neck (ooh fuck this is horny!) I don’t know what you look like so I look in the window to see your reflection, our eyes meet for a second in the glass, you look away quickly. Suddenly the train breaks, everyone is sent stumbling forward. You’re pushed into me and I step back to stop myself from falling. Our legs are touching…your groin is against my ass…you don’t move away. God this is a turn-on….my heart is beating fast. Arching my back I slowly rub my ass against your crotch, pangs of excitement and lust twinge through my stomach and loins…you’re so hard, I can feel your erection through your jeans. We’re grinding slowly together and your breathing is becoming faster and heavier. We’re so close together no one knows what we are doing, I try to keep my facial expression normal, it’s hard I’m sure I’m flushing red. Looking in the window I see you’re staring at me intensely…this is making me hot. Your hand touches my thigh…ohh please touch my pussy please please….you slide your hand between my legs. Fuck yes higher…your fingers gently caress my lips… I must be so wet. You slide a finger into my pussy, drunk with lust I try not groan… ohh yes…yes…you finger fuck me slowly, I reach behind me with one hand and slowly stroke your hard-on, massaging it gently through your pants. I work my fingers to the head and rub the sensitive underside. Oh fuck! This is my stop! Quickly coming to my senses I rearrange my clothing and push my way through to the doors and out onto the platform. Making my way to catch the next train, I know you’re following me, this is insane, I don’t know you but this is so horny, I want you. We are out of the crowds now, I don’t know where I’m going, but all I know is I want you to fuck me with your hard prick. I can see some toilets ahead and luckily the only footsteps I hear are yours. You follow me in. This is exciting but so dangerous. You push me into one of the cubicles and close the door. You tug at my clothing as I urgently unzip your jeans…getting on my knees put a condom on you with my mouth, sucking and licking deeply until I take the whole of your cock. I’m so wet, my juices are flowing…you squeeze my breasts and circle my nipples with your fingers…they stiffen. You pull me up and bend me over the toilet seat. I feel the moistness of your tongue…this is delightful…I’ve got to fuck you!… You slide your cock in hard, all the way in and all the way out…you’re teasing me, I want more…you want me to beg…oh fuck! You do it again…Im begging you please fuck me! You shaft me savagely, your loins slamming hard against my ass as you take me from behind…your cock thrusting in and out of hot wet cunt. Im wanking my clit at the same time…ohh keep going…ohh I can feel my climax building…yes!YES Im coming! Oh wow…you fuck harder…this triggers your orgasm…you’re coming…you’re ejaculating into my wet pussy!. Thanks! Written by Alice from http://www.AlicesAntics.com Filed under: Fucking Comments: None |
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Posted on 02.10.05 by Justine @ 6:27 pm
It’s time for another story and today’s addition is a true story about an encounter I had with my landlord a couple of years ago. I still get very wet between my legs thinking about it and got extremely horny writing this story. In fact I had to keep stopping every couple of paragraphs to play with my clitoris Kisses, Justine Hard Fast Sex Sometimes, there’s nothing like a really hard fast fuck, well that’s what I think anyway! There are times when nothing else will do… A few years ago I was living in an apartment in France. It was a beautiful place with amazing seventeenth century wooden ceilings and window frames, but the best thing of all was my landlord. From the day I moved in there was a certain sexual tension between us. He lived just a few doors away from me and we’d often see each other in the street. I didn’t speak much French but we always said hello and kissed cheeks in that charming French way. His lips always seemed to linger a little longer than was necessary and I always felt that lovely tingle of sexual energy running down between my thighs. His eyes would sparkle and he’d touch my arm as we spoke a few words. Sometimes I’d see him at his window as I was getting out of my car wearing a short skirt and no panties. I’d pretend not to see him and let my skirt slip up to give him a good view of my naked pussy. I’d always catch him looking, give him a big smile as I covered myself up, then go on into my apartment. It became a game we played and we both enjoyed it - language was suddenly not a problem! One evening I got out of my car and, knowing that Michel was there at his window, I bent right over in front of him to pick up my bags. He got a complete view of my bare ass and my pouting pussy lips, then I stood up, turned round and waved to him and went in my door. Within a few minutes, there was a ring at the doorbell. I went and opened the door to find Michel standing there on my doorstep. He smiled and apologised for calling round unannounced (I understood that much in French) so I kissed him and invited him in. I had no idea why he was calling but hoped he’d finally taken my bait. I was wearing just a short little dress and could feel his eyes on my bare legs as I led him into the living room. I began to get horny at the attention, and that familiar yearning aching tightened in my pussy. I offered Michel some wine which he accepted, then sat down to have a drink with him and see what he had to say. His eyes were as twinkly as ever, and he sat right next to me on the sofa, his eyes roaming my body as he made himself comfortable. He spoke rapidly in French and I hardly understood a word. Then his hand reached over and touched my thigh and I felt suddenly tingly all over. His fingers stroked softly up the inside of my thigh and I shivered as he approached my aching cunt. I leant forward and pressed my body against him, bringing my lips to softly touch his. We both gasped with the newness and unexpected thrill of the touch of eachother’s bodies. I was so horny now that I uncontrollable and I climbed on top of him, kissing him hard full on the mouth as his fingers moved rhythmically on my clitoris. I reached down and unzipped his fly, letting his hard cock spring out, pre-cum glistening already on the tip. I love pre-cum so much, I couldn’t help but dip my head down and lick the quivering tip of his dick, slurping up that lovely liquid and savouring the salty taste in my mouth. Then, without any further delay, I lifted my hips up and plunged my soaked pussy onto his stiff phallus. We both groaned as our hips ground together with pent up sexual frustration. I kissed him hard again - this was something we’d both wanted to do since the day we met and finally we were doing it - fucking each other’s brains out! I was suddenlt swept away by the first wave of my orgasm and I screamed into Michel’s mouth and thrust my hips harder and faster against his, desperately trying to satisfy myself on his cock. Wave after wave of bliss swept over me and I felt him thrusting urgently as he neared orgasm himself. Just a few more strokes of his length deep inside my hot cunt and he gasped in orgasmic ecstacy, his cock throbbing with each spurt of his hot cum. I practically lost consciousness with the intensity of the moment and yelled out again with pleasure. Our orgasms subsided and embraced for a few moments. Then we smiled gently to one another, disentangled our bodies and straightened our clothing. We sat for a moment together and drank the last few drops of wine, then I saw Michel to the door and we kissed and said goodbye. I smiled myself as I walked back indoors - we had said everything we needed to say to each other, and yet we’d hardly spoken a word! Written by Justine from http://www.JustinesBedroom.com Filed under: Fucking Comments: None |
