My evening with a MP
written by:
Chris-t6290

Short re-cap of my previous adventure: On the train journey to a rural Kent tavern, where I picked up three youths who mercilessly nailed my ass in a deserted parking lot, I landed in a passenger's lap - a MP called Richard who showed more than a passing interest in me having we each got the other one off. Later on, back at the ‘Red bull Tavern', and not wanting to go another round with Mark and his friends, I phoned Richard, and got directions to what turned out to be a palatial residence. Read on...

Thankfully my ass, after the roughness it had just endured from the trio of Mark, Brian and Tony, didn't sting as much as that of two weeks ago, I noticed, as I sat down for the 10 minute journey to where Richard had gotten off that morning.

To pass the time, my mind conjured up a mixture of news stories I'd either heard or read about MP's and those in the upper chamber. Mistresses, mostly, while a couple even had as many as three. ‘I never did find out if Richard had a partner,' I smiled to myself, foreseeing the prospect of my being his bit on the side or one such, if he indeed did.

Upon leaving the station, I noticed a man wearing a chauffeur's uniform. He was stood beside a black Mercedes and held up a card that said: ‘Richard!'

‘That's odd,' I thought, only to realise that I hadn't given him my name. When I approached the man to ask if he was waiting for me, he smiled and lowered the card before opening the rear door for me. ‘Richard's obviously got a good memory,' I realised, as I climbed in and sat on the black leather seat.

During the short drive to his master's residence, Alan, having told me his name, said little to me as I sat contentedly. ‘I dare say a personal driver isn't the only household member Richard has waiting on him,' I concluded, something that I was soon to discover in an almost shocking way.

"Here we are, Miss," announced Alan, before slowing down and then pointing the Merc' along a gravel road between two solid brick posts from which a pair of wrought iron gates hung, open.

‘Jesus', I thought, as we approached a large, make that huge building. ‘Who is this man, Richard,' I wondered.

When it comes to Politicians I'm disillusioned. Although I know who the main party leaders are, not only do I not vote, but I don't even know the name of my local MP. And yet here I am in the grounds of one such person. Granted, he appears to be in his 40's, but he demonstrated a gentle yet rascally disposition earlier on.

Having stepped out of the car - Alan once more holding the door open for me - I thanked him for the smooth ride.

"This way, Miss," he said, and led me the short distance to the portico.

"The master's expecting you," he politely told me, as he held the door open. Once inside, Alan then departed - no doubt to garage the car for the night, I concluded.

No butler to meet me I noticed as I made my way along a wide hallway, one that had framed paintings on either side displaying erotic images of couples. ‘Richard must be a bachelor,' I surmised, from what was on at least two of the paintings. In my teens, I'd flicked through the ‘Perfumed garden', the Arabian version of the ‘Karma Sutra', with little interest. These, on the other hand, were something else, I mused, as I took in the striking images.

"Ah, here you are," a familiar voice, Richard's, announced.

Almost tearing myself away from the one my eyes were transfixed to, a woman with a long cock in her mouth and another behind her, I acknowledged my host.

"I see you like fine art..." he observed, Richard's tone inviting me to respond.

"Helen," I said, the picture captivating enough that I gave him my Christian name instead.

"Helen Marie Davies," I told the kinky perv' - Perv' in a nice way, mind, I was, after all, a willing guest.

The other picture was more racy. A single female with three stallion like cocks up her; mouth, cunt and ass. ‘Emn, I never did get to that with Mark and his mates,' my mind swooned, and just as my pussy wept at the thought.

"I dare say you'd like to freshen up, Helen," Richard said, directing my attention to a nearby hall mirror.

Hair bedraggled, dry cum on my face and in my hair, while my clothes were in need of an ironing, I noticed from the reflection looking back at me.

"It's a nice place you've got," I said, awaiting Richard's next move. Just then, a svelte brunette in a maid's outfit appeared from an open doorway.

"Mary, here, will show you to your room," exclaimed Richard, with a saucy smile, and then left us.

"Follow me, please," Mary uttered; whereupon, she turned on her high black heels and, with me walking behind her, led me to a wide staircase that was off to the left.

As she ascended the first few steps, I noticed that the skirt of her outfit was somewhat short, though nowhere as revealing as the one I was wearing. It then dawned on me that she must be a willing substitute for a female partner to be displaying her legs and thighs so.

"In here, miss, this is the guest room," she said, and ushered me inside.

"Thank you, Mary," I acknowledged. No sooner had I stepped inside than I felt a hand, her hand, push me, followed by the sound of the door being closed and locked.

"Okay, slut, get your clothes off," she enjoined, confirming my thoughts about her relationship with Richard.

"Steady on, Mary," I said, only for the vexed maid to grab my arm and pull me over to the bed. She may be slim built, but beneath her uniform Mary must have some firm muscles, I concluded, as she heaved me up onto the bed.

"Let's see this slutty cunt of yours," she jeered, throwing back my skirt, which was barely covering my white thong and then pulling the wet gusset to the side without any dared reaction from me.

"You're shaved," she noticed, echoing Richard's exclamation from earlier when he felt me up.

As I mentioned, I'm not bi-sexual, or so I believed. Apart from me having to hand fuck myself when Mark and his friends railed my ass, and the fleeting while that I had Tony prised between my thighs, my pussy was otherwise neglected in the way that she likes it; a slow sensuous tonguing, especially that of my clit.

"Did he, fuck you, with his big cock!", Mary exclaimed, her fingers, all five of them, sliding into my wet orifice as she said, ‘fuck you'.

"No, no! He didn't," I rejoined, my voice elevating in response to her next probing action.

"Emn, I told you to get undressed, slut, so, come on, what are you waiting for," Mary enjoined, as her fingers and thumb continued to massage my vulva.

Giving me little choice and not being allowed to sit up - her other hand gesturing me back when I went to - I dragged my top up and off my body before undoing the button of my skirt and then sliding down the zipper.

Mary then took her cum slick hand from my snatch, and then removed both my skirt and panties, leaving me led on my back with my legs up in the air and my thighs open - apart and inviting of her attention.

"This is what the master prefers," she exclaimed. And having drawn up the hem of her skirt with her left hand, Mary displayed her dark wiry bush to me. She then moved closer, enough that she was able to grasp my wrist and direct my hand to feel it. Although, yes, I was born without a hairy cunt, I nonetheless knew what one felt like; my own that is, not another woman's.

Mary kept my fingers rigid as she brushed her humid bush against and over my varnished nails. I stifled a croak when she then motioned the tips of my fingers along her moist gash. Not only was it different, but it felt almost electric. Here I was, submissively on my back, letting a servant manipulate me into fingering her pussy, a warm wet one at that. It felt slimy, I noticed, suggesting it was possibly a mixture of a man's spunk and her own cunt juices. Nonetheless, I warmed to the maid's expectation of me and began massaging the inner folds of her sex.

With my hand lodged inside her, Mary released her skirt and moved her now free hand to open herself up more. She then told me to form my hand into a fist. ‘Christ,' my mind exclaimed, I wouldn't dream of doing that to myself, only it wasn't me I'd be ‘fisting'.

"That's it, a nice round cockhead," exclaimed Mary, as she flexed her thighs down and up it.

"Fuck me with your cock," she urged, having moved her hand to my elbow. In a way, what with my lower arm being both slender and short, about 6 inches above Mary's grip, it was phallic like as it disappeared into her hairy snatch and then reappeared covered with a sheen of her cunt's juices.

"Stroke my clit, Miss Helen," she urged. Mary's tone, as her body responded to the pleasured fuck she was receiving, mellowing as her orgasm took a hold.

"Fuck, yes, fuck yes, fuck, fuck, fuck—me!" Mary almost shrieked as she came, my whole fist and that of my enclosed arm being bathed in her warm sticky juices thereafter.

"Emn," she lingered, emitting a coy yet contented grin.

"Your turn," Richard's servant told me. And having withdrawn her cunt from me, she placed her left knee on the bed and then lowered her mouth towards my splayed opening.

"I'm used to a hairy one," Mary said, as she moved closer.

She then, having wrapped her arm around my thigh, used fingers of her left hand to draw my labia open and then flicked her tongue tip up and down my exposed raw sex.

‘Fuck, yes,' my brain responded, as did my first flow of juices, which must have covered Mary's chin as she licked and lapped at my responsive cunt.

‘Should I dare be as bold as I was with Tony,' my mind battled my urges - the later winning when I moved my fingers to entwine her raven curls and draw her onto me.

"Eat my cunt," I demanded, as her tongue slipped inside me.

"That's it, lick it up. Make sure you get every drop," I urged, as my thighs closed against her neck.

"Urmn, urmn," Mary murmured, as she took to her task. Fingers of her other hand, presently agitating my clit in a most ecstatic way, one that had me bucking my hips at her as my climax took a hold.

"Fuck, yes, fuck, yes, fuck me, fuck me," I encouraged, as my body was conveyed along a most voluptuous orgasmic wave.

"Fuck—me!" I exclaimed, having regained my composure and breath.

"Okay, Miss Helen, now that your undressed, there's a shower room through there," Richard's once more respectful maid told me, as she pointed it out. "Don't be too long. Richard and his guests are awaiting your company in the study," she added, as I took my momentary leave.

At least two, I realised, and there was I thinking I'd have just him. Had I really gone from the proverbial frying pan (Mark and co), only to now find myself in the fire. Surely not, I convinced myself, as I soaped the day's grime off my body.

"That'll do," she called out to me. And having stepped from the glass enclosed cubicle, I quickly wrapped a towel around my hair and then that of my body.

Back in the bedroom, Mary removed the towel and began drying me, directing me to do likewise with my hair. With my body soon dry, she then found and plugged in a hair dryer and left me to finish off.

"You're what, about a size 10," she correctly deduced.

"U-huh," I muttered agreeably.

"Here we go, then. Put these on, it'll fit perfectly," she intoned. And returning to where she'd left me, Mary handed me a hanger, one that had a black dress with narrow shoulder straps on it, and which had a polythene cover over it.

Having removed the dress from the hanger, I noticed a pair of black hold ups with a lacy top to them draped over the bar of the hanger - that explaining what she meant by ‘these'.

I then set aside the dress and, having sat back down on the bed, slipped my dainty red toes into each of the silk like stockings, which I then drew up my lithe legs. Being a jeans person in winter, I'd never, until now, worn nylons, not even tights. However, the sensations I felt when I pulled them on instantly converted me.

Now the dress, which Mary lowered over my up stretched arms and slid down my body. It most certainly was a perfect fit, I noticed as I stood up. ‘No shoes, though,' I thought, as I stepped towards the mirror, only for Mary to drop my cream sandals on the floor.

"What now," I said, as I turned to the side. An almost startling turn of phrase for what I now saw. Although I'd noticed the slit, one that ran up from the hem at the back, I was only now aware, from my sideways reflection, that the dress had been specially tailored. Someway above the slit there was a crafted hole, a large crafted hole, one that exposed both my ass cheeks and with it my asshole.

‘Well, I did let Richard finger it earlier,' I minded myself, and I did come here with the expectancy of having his lovely big cock inside me, so...!

"Yes, it fits perfectly," I smiled. "I'm sure Richard and his friends will appreciate it," I crooned, and subsequently followed Mary back downstairs, where she showed me to the study.

"Well done, Mary, as usual," Richard commended her, suggesting I wasn't the first such guest.

"Thank-you, sir. Will that be all," she said, giving a curtsy to her master. A complete contradiction to what happened in the bedroom.

"Yes, you've done a splendid job, a splendid job indeed," he regaled, before dismissing her with a wink and a grin.

"Come, sit, Helen," my host beckoned, patting the armrest of his chair.

Sat down, I made sure that my exposed ass cheeks were over-hanging the side, and it wasn't long before I once again felt his warm hands on my body and his fingers, this time three of them, in my backside. ‘Oh-oh,' I realised, having recalled that's where Tony fired his cum inside me.

"Helen's been a naughty girl, haven't you," Richard exclaimed to his friends, who he'd introduced as Ben and Michael. Almost immediately, I felt my face become florid. Did he want me to orate how I came to have my ass full of spunk, or was he merely teasing, wanting me to tell his friends about our train journey. My stomach fluttered as I composed myself; I had, after all, informed Richard as to what I would be getting up to.

"I'm a bad girl at the weekend," I began. "You might say a right slut," I continued, garnering the interest and attention of Richard's guests, both intent on getting between my legs - I not wearing any panties for them to otherwise get inside.

"Today, I took a train to a rural tavern. It was on the train that, well, I somewhat fell into Richard's lap and felt his hard cock against my shapely ass." They were hooked, I noticed. "While I was there, I picked up three strapping young lads," I said, stopping, not just for effect, but to enjoy the result of what Richard, in his heightened response to my day's outing, was doing to me - his cum sticky fingers stroking my inflamed clit before sliding them into my pussy. Try as I could, I was unable to stop my knees parting under his attention.

"They drove me, emn, to a deserted inn. There they had me remove, emn, yes, my clothes. Naked I was before them. Knelt down, I sucked each ones cock. They were big and long," I squirmed, as Richard soon had me cumming.

"Did they fuck you, Helen, fuck your sweet cunt and your tight little asshole," Ben uttered, as he stroked the raging bulge in his trousers.

"I was bad," I said, and moved my hands to undo the button and fly of Richard's trousers. As I did, I turned my exposed ass towards them before continuing. "I had two of them fucking me in my wet cunt while I let the third one fuck my mouth with his long cock."

"She's got a dirty mouth, most unlady like," remarked Michael. "You've got a dirty mouth, Helen," he iterated, beckoning me over to Ben and he sat on the sofa.

"Don't you want me to finish my story, first," I said, as I once more stroked a MP's cock, Richard's.

"Okay, but quick, my cock's about to explode, and when it does I want it to fill your lovely ass," Michael told me.

"After that, they bent me over the car's hood and really let me have it, I mean really; pounding my sopping wet cunt and making me suck their cock afterwards." At this point, I lowered my head to Richards lap, in full view of his friends, and swooned when I felt his knob enter my mouth. Up and down his warm shaft I slid my lips, releasing his wonderful cock to slowly skim my tongue around his bell end, and taste the pearl droplet of pre-cum which I eagerly scooped up.

"What with it raining, we had to take cover inside the car. It was a bit cramped, but, one at a time, I let them infiltrate my tight little asshole. The first one shot his warm sticky load in my mouth. The next, unable to hold his long enough to have my ass, sprayed his hot spunk over my face and hair," I said, before moving over Richard. I then pulled the front of the dress up with my left hand, and while Richard supported me, guided his cock into my once more wet cunt with my right hand; all in clear view of his visitors, ones he'd no doubt invited over to help give me a good fucking in view of what I'd earlier confessed and got upto with Richard on the train.

"The third one, Helen," Ben, now stroking his exposed cock, urged me to continue.

It was big, long too, and that's not counting what he had in his hand. ‘Forget the fire, I'd landed in slut heaven,' I realised, when Michael's made a commanding appearance. The Head of his cock was quite impressive. Remember that odd table game, the one I'd seen in the ‘Red bull Tavern'. A white stump with a mushroom like dome. That was Michael's almost to a tee; a long thick shaft with an even broader head on it.

Where I was, sliding my aching wet puss up and down Richard's wonderful erection, my juices slick on it as I did, I had no intention of leaving Richard to go and suck their cocks.

"Come and join Richard and me, and as well as telling you, I'll gladly show you," I appealed to them. Well, before you could say, ‘fuck my ass', they were across the room and stood at either side of me.

"Emn, three cocks to play with, whatever will your wives say," I crooned, having noticed the pair's wedding rings. And as Ben frigged my horny clit and Michael continued stroking his shaft I continued.

"The third one tore my ass up with his long thick cock," I said, as I took over stroking their warm hard dicks. "Before he could manoeuvre himself to fill my mouth with it, he fired his lovely hot cum in my backside," I told them, Richard confirming that to be true as I climbed up off him and released the fully hard pair of cocks. I then turned around and, having lowered myself towards it, once more had Richard's cock in my open pussy but with my asshole displayed for the men's attention.

"Fuck me, Richard," I urged, even though I was the one sliding up and down his greasy pole. As I did, I felt three fingers probe my back passage, quite deep they were. Next, Ben, now naked, stepped up onto the right armrest, his cock pointing horizontally from his groin. I then turned my head towards him, and soon had his warm shaft between my red lips, sucking it while I fucked Richard, and Michael diddled my ass with his fingers.

What occurred soon afterwards, took even me by surprise, albeit pleasantly. Knelt behind me, and with my dress pushed up, Michael dipped all four fingers into my ass. He then, I noticed from the sound of it, sucked the cum from his fingers before probing my ass with his tongue.

"Fuck, Michael, yes," I cried out, before returning to sucking Ben's cock more ardently. It turned out that Michael and Ben were members of the local Council and that of the same political party as Richard, he later informed me.

With my senses soon reeling as my body succumbed to yet another glorious orgasm, my mind flashed up the image of the second painting in Richard's hallway. My body wanted to be consumed with cock, and here I had three welcome candidates; a MP and two members of the local Council.

The sofa would give us more latitude I concluded, it being a long black leather one, and so, enticing Richard with a wiggle of my ass against his hard slick cock, I had Michael and Richard get undressed, and then sit either side of Ben. As with our host, I made a meal of sucking his long thick cock, even taking it down my throat and fucking the domed head in and out for some while, before his control eventually gave way and his balls fired their salvos of hot sticky cum into my mouth. ‘Emn, delicious,' I murmured afterwards, before moving onto Michael.

He was stroking his shaft like before. He'd taken great comfort in pleasuring my ass, and now it was my chance to return the self same enjoyment. I began by craning myself over his groin and placed my hands either side of his hips. I then slowly encircled the broad head of his cock several times with my warm moist tongue. In doing so, I noticed that it was quite pliable around the edge and so would cause little or no discomfort when he filled my ass with it. Above all else, I trusted them to be as pleasant as they had so far been when it came to their turn in my backside - one they would all be getting.

Although my suitors were naked, I resisted the inclination to join them for the moment as I wallowed in the naughty aspect of the revealing dress Mary had given me to wear. For now, at least, and as I slid my tongue down and up the sides of Michael's long fat cock, the men made no attempt to encourage me to remove it.

"You want me to suck this lovely long fat fucking cock of yours," I crooned - my hand stroking the mid-section of its length as I teased each of his balls with my tongue and then momentarily sucked each in turn.

"You have got a dirty mouth on you," Michael jollied.

"Dirty and full of cum," intoned Ben, having he just recently shot his thick wad there.

Having released Michael's sac, I smooched my lips up his shaft, and emitted a fervent sigh as I moved higher up the warm flesh I was now supporting. At the top, I encased the crown with my lips and once more had both of my hands at either side of his thighs. ‘Would he likewise cum,' I wondered. ‘Would it be thick and creamy,' I pondered, as I began slowly lowering myself down its powerful length; the head soon nudging my epiglottis as I lowered myself further until I felt my lips against the hilt. Once I had, I jerked forwards, my mouth and throat consuming it all. Fervently, I motioned my tongue around Michael's pulsating warm shaft and continued to do so as I eventually drew my lips part way up it; enough that his very turgid cockhead slipped from my throat and then went back in again, repeatedly, as I throat fucked myself on him.

"Helen's a wonderful slut, aren't you," regaled Michael.

"Hurm," I just about murmured, as he encouraged me to release him.

I'm not one for kissing my partners, however, and with his big strong hands on each of my cheeks, I had little option but to cede to Michael's probing tongue. As we locked lips, and with my exposed rump in the air, it was available to Richard and Ben; the later delivering a couple of firm slaps to each cheek, ones that caused me to jolt each time. That's another thing that's said about MP's, they do like the occasional BDSM.

"Most compliant," gushed Ben, who then knelt behind me and kissed the inflamed area while using his three long fingers to massage and then fuck the inner folds of my wet cunt.

"Fuck, Ben, yes," I soon trilled, as my umpteenth climax of the day took a hold.

"Emn, stick your long thick dick in there, please," I appealed, as I hovered above Michael's. His hand once more impelling me to consume his, which I gladly did.

With Richard wanting to contribute to my continued pleasure, he reached across and soon had his warm hands supporting and then caressing my breasts.

"Fuck her, Ben," Richard and then Michael encouraged him. Ben doing an exquisite job, I must just say; all three men appearing to be in their 40's I reckoned.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my tight wet slut hole," I cried out, having Michael alleviated me from his cock monster.

"You have a go, Michael," Ben soon proffered, and then slapped his cum sticky dick on each of my ass cheeks for good measure.

"Come here, wench," Michael smiled, and then, with his hands at my sides, drew me up and onto his firm upstanding cock.

Boy, did he control it and me. First he teased my wet opening with the broad head and then, still grasping me above his groin, let me have the first inch or so before releasing me to fall down it. I can be just as teasing. And as he let go, I flexed my cunt muscle's around his thick shaft, thereby making the journey that bit longer and pleasurable for us both.

"Urmn," Michael slowly moaned, as my pussy lips milked his long fat shaft.

"How does that feel," I said; the sensations he was no doubt now experiencing asimilar to that of my mouth and lips of a short while ago.

"Most pleasurable, most fucking pleasurable indeed," he rejoined, and was soon bouncing me up and down his long todger, to sounds of encouragement from me.

"I think Ben wants my ass," I presently said, of his three fingers that were probing it so delicately.

"We all want your ass, Helen," Richard jollied, before, and now stood up, once more feeding my mouth his warm cock, which I subsequently bobbed my head back and forth on.

Minding the three men that they were all quite thick and my ass small and tight, I had Ben, the first to plough my backside, fetch my bag from beside the armchair while I finished up with Michael and our host. I was set on having them, not so much ream or nail my ass, but do me in a different position, one that would ultimately see me in the same pose as that of Richard's hall painting as he fucked my tight little asshole.

Once more knelt on the carpet and with my upper body part resting on the middle cushion of the leather sofa - Michael and Richard sat either side watching and waiting their turn - I extended my hands behind me and drew my ass cheeks apart invitingly for ‘Big Ben' (sorry, I just had to get that pun for the clock at Westminster in). I first felt the gel's coldness on my anus, which he applied with his fingers, before then receiving the second on the head of Ben's turgid cockhead as he eased it inside my tight opening.

"How does she feel," enquired Michael, while Richard leant forward to have a look.

"You like having a cock up your ass," he exclaimed, drawing my head up to see the expression on my face.

"Yes, yes I do," I intoned, as Ben went to work on me, sliding it in and out a bit more at a time until it was fully sheathed inside my rectum.

With Ben mindfully holding his position, I released my left buttock and, having placed it on the sofa, began a back and forth rocking motion, now with my body part way above Richard's couch.

"Fuck, emn, yes, lovely, big cock, in my tight fucking ass," I crooned, part way looking back over my shoulder at him.

"Fuck—my as! Fuck—my ass! Fuck my ass," I enjoined demandingly, even though I was the one actually fucking back on his cock, and which Ben was otherwise happy for me to do.

With his masterful long thick dick soon moving freely, I grasped the hilt with my right hand, eased myself from it, so that just the head was lodged in my backside, and then directed Ben to put some more gel on his wonderful cock and fuck my ass hard and deep with it.

Having Ben done so, I moved my hand to stroke Michael's cock in readiness for his turn, while Ben, now taking a hold of my hips, fucked his cock deep inside my anal dungeon.

"Fuck, yes, fuck my ass, Ben, fuck it good for me," I impelled him, as his tempered thrust jolted me forward, and it wasn't long before his actions had me once more cumming.

For Michael's go, I lay on the middle cushion and with my butt part way hanging over the edge - still wearing the dress that exposed my ass to their attention. Michael's eyes lit up, when I drew my legs up, back and out, and then, having placed my elbows in the back of my knees, grasped the backs of my ankles.

"Fuck my ass, Michael, fuck me with your long fat cock," I impelled him, his strokes, which came firm and with a forceful rhythm, jerking me against the back rest as his length filled me up. Like this, I was at the mercy of the other's. And while Michael stroked my throbbing clit and fucked my tight receptive backside, Ben and Richard, knelt either side of my body, the dress drawn up around my waist, mauled and pulled my tits and rock hard jutting up nipples.

"Fuck, yes, me," I cried out, as another climax wracked my body. And as I came slowly down, my part glazed eyes noticed, hovering above me, two long firm cocks.

Decidedly releasing my ankles, I immediately took a hold of each one. No matter how thick they were, and their cocks most certainly were that, I soon had the head of each in my hungry mouth.

"Hurmngh," I continued to moan, the dress now fully up my body and my fleshy tits at the pair's disposal. And while Richard was content to roll my hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger, Ben somehow managed to contort himself and suck the other one.

What with the pleasurable fucking my body had been receiving since I had arrived at Richard's; okay, Mary's interest as well - a bit of an eye opener that; I had lost track of time, in particular returning home by the last train. Thankfully, I can also go without a meal every so often, and just in case I had a takeaway of a burger and fries, which I bought on my way back to the train station.

"My train's due to leave in 20 minutes," I told Richard, as I relinquished both his and Ben's cocks.

"That's okay, Helen, I would be honoured if you'll stay the night," Richard offered, sincerely.

"Why thank you," I exclaimed, and then reaching up, drew him to me and kissed his warm moist almost quavering lips.

"I want you to fuck my tight little ass, Richard, you and your friends, like in the hall painting," I lilted, as Michael slowly withdrew himself from my backside.

"Best we have your dress of, then. You can keep it, but, you don't want it stained," the rascal winked at me, intimating that, at least one of them would be covering my body with his warm sticky spunk; Michael, who had yet to cum, having indicated that he wanted to shoot his load up my ass when he did.

Moments later, and not too dissimilar to that of Richard's hall painting, I was knelt over Ben with his cock in my pussy; he holding my ass open for Richard, who moved in behind me. As for Michael. Although the sofa wasn't against a wall, he nevertheless managed to balance himself on the backrest. ‘Perfect,' I regaled to myself, as my mouth, pussy and ass were filled with cock; long and very thick ones too.

"Hurmngh," I moaned and murmured, especially with Michael adding to my heightened pleasure by rolling both my hardened nipples in his hands. The taste of my pussy and ass juice on his cock forming an intoxicating blend on my taste buds. For his part, Richard grasped my hair and rode my ass, feeding his cock into it in fits and starts that soon had me cumming - at least twice before they stopped.

"Fuck my ass and shoot your hot creamy spunk up it," I told Michael. And as I once more enjoyed the feel of a MP's cock in my mouth, Michael screwed my ass and soon delivered wave after wave of hot cum in my backside. ‘Thank you,' my mind commended him.

After that, I found myself in the doggy position, Richard fucking my mouth while Ben pistoned his cock in and out of my cunt.

Once again, Michael dutifully attended my ass, only this time it was his own he got a taste of. Who am I, any of us for that matter, to feel uneasy about such a thing.

Not long afterwards, Ben and Richard gave up their second loads; Ben cascading his hot cream over my back and ass, while I was happy to let Richard shower my face and hair with his. Mindful of my duty, I sucked and licked each of their heavenly cocks clean and dry, before saying goodnight and retiring to the guest room, where I took another shower - as much as I wanted to keep the men's essence on me, I was nonetheless a guest in Richard's home.

The following morning, Sunday, I awoke to the sound of a bird singing outside my window, I then noticed another high pitched sound coming from downstairs. Having stretched my well wracked body, my ass feeling little discomfort what with all the cock it had up it the previous day, I had a quick morning wee, and then put the dress back on and went downstairs.

In the kitchen, I found Richard's maid, Mary, slunk over the morning table. It wasn't he who was up her, making the slut cry out, but Alan, the chauffeur. A cock I had yet to see and possibly sample.

"Morning, Miss Helen," she said, upon noticing me. "He's got, yes, a big one, more, as well," Mary exclaimed, in between reacting to the reaming Alan was giving her.

"How's your ass, up to taking another one," she smiled over to me, as I stood in the doorway.

That sort of challenge, which was how I saw it, was like a red rag to a bull. And quick as a flash, I had the dress off and was bent over the table awaiting my turn.

For me, there's nothing more invigorating than an early morning shag, although I much prefer it in bed, and with me riding the man's cock. ‘Oh well,' I thought, I can't grumble, as Alan slid his thick cock up my pussy. ‘Fuck, yes, exactly what I need,' my mind responded to his deep thrusts, only for Mary, in her maid's outfit, to hop up on the table and encourage me to lick her wet wiry snatch.

"Fuck, yes, fuck me, Alan," I cried out, doing my best to temper the volume as I presently came.

Having he directed Mary to the far end of the table, Alan turned me around and hoisted me up onto the other end and with my butt overhanging the end. With my legs drawn up he passed them to Mary who then knelt over and along my upper body - her mouth over my cunt and hers over mine.

Lowering her head, she lapped at my exposed flesh and drew my ass cheeks apart for Alan. No gel, of course, to smooth his intrusion. Instead, Mary deposited some saliva onto Alan's cock and that of my open asshole. It was enough to lighten the otherwise discomfort I would certainly have felt.

"Fuck, you are...big!" I exclaimed, as he filled my back passage up with it.

"Fuck the slut's ass, Al'," Mary encouraged, having lowered her pussy to my probing tongue.

"Emn, and she likes the taste of cunt, too," lauded Mary, as she ground her humid wiry minge into my nose and mouth.

Moments later, a bell of sorts rang - no doubt Richard wanting his breakfast brought up to him.

Directing the pair of us to kneel on the floor - one facing the other - Alan then had us put out our tongues while he slid his cock back and forth between our lips.

"That's it, wenches, keep doing that, keep doing that," he told us, and moments later I felt a stream of his warm spunk hit against my face and then my tongue. After that, he directed me and then Mary to suck on it, before letting us flick our tongues, covered with his creamy essence, against that of the other's.

"Okay, then, best get his breakfast for him," Alan told Mary, as he got dressed - the pair leaving me to sort out my own breakfast as you would expect.

Having finished a bowl of Corn flakes, a mug of tea and a slice of toast and jam, Alan announced that he would drive me to the station in a little over 10 minutes, allowing me enough time to change back into my clothes - I could hardly return home in the dress Richard gave me - and say my goodbye's to the darling if not cheeky MP I'd spent most of yesterday in the company of.

Not being the sort of woman to ‘kiss and tell', you'll have to excuse me for not divulging what happened when I was invited to spend the August Bank holiday weekend with Richard. Nonetheless, it was an orgasmic orgy.