Chateau Filth

While Laura was busy parking her car rather carelessly a short distance away from the main entrance to the mansion, Ian was free to spot that there were no other cars within sight of them, suggesting that the two of them would get to have the massive building all to themselves, which was both quite exciting since it meant that he would get to have her all to himself but also slightly disappointing as Laura certainly did seem to enjoy getting to perform in front of a live audience and he wouldn’t mind having a few busty vixens in awe of him as he rammed his cock in and out of the voluptuous blonde beauty’s asshole.

“What is this place?” Ian asked as Laura killed the engine, not surprised by but certainly appreciative of the speed with which her right hand went from the ignition key to his cock, her slender fingers sliding up and down the length of his vein-ridged shaft before she’d even turned to look at him.

“Oh, it’s just a place we use for things where the main school buildings won’t do,” Laura revealed as she gave Ian the sort of look that implied that she would be perfectly happy to stay there in the parked car until it was time for to head back to the school, “meetings with benefactors, interviews with prospective students, those sorts of things.”

“Ah…” Ian gasped as he followed the slow, smooth motion of Laura’s head as she leaned down to take the purple crown of his member into her mouth, her left hand caressing his balls while she seemed intent to be as loud as possible in the slurping, sucking noises that she produced while sucking on his cockhead.

Coming in from the side like she was, with her legs now pressed together and her side towards the back of her seat, Laura caused Ian’s fuckstick to be caught between her breasts, with the left one of her two flawless boobs occupying the space between his member and his abdomen, and as the tumescent pillar of meat slipped further in between the two massive orbs it caused the phone that had been resting there to be dislodged and slide down over one of her cum-splattered breasts, though Ian was quick enough in spotting it that he was able to catch it before it fell down to land on his left thigh.

“Thanks,” Laura said softly, displaying her gratitude towards Ian for saving her phone from being potentially damaged through the planting of a tender kiss on the head of his cock.

“Sure,” Ian responded as he reached in to cup Laura’s right boob, trying to fit as much of the huge globe between his fingers as possible.

“You know,” Laura then interrupted herself to provide Ian’s cockhead with another amorous, moist kiss before continuing, “I could probably spend a couple of hours just sucking on your cock.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Ian replied, hoping to come across as genuinely enthusiastic rather than supercilious.

“I will,” Laura promised, “later.”

“For now though,” she continued, and seemed suitably **** to allow his dick to slip from her grasp, “it’s time we headed inside.”

Nodding in agreement with what Laura had said, Ian pushed his car door open, stepped out onto the open ground and had an idea.

Having been facing away from Ian as she climbed out of the car, Laura was delighted to find upon turning round to look straight at him yet again that his cock was still sticking out through the opened front of his borrowed trousers and that his equally borrowed jacket had now been pulled off and dropped onto the trunk of the car, apparently being polite enough to not want to dump it onto the jizz-stained seats, with a her lips being pulled back into a gratified smile as she followed how Ian next got out of the shirt and the shoes, with the latter being placed on the seat, then the socks and finally the trousers until he was standing there completely naked.

“Sorry about the delay,” Ian said, allowing himself to fake a certain amount of sheepishness as he felt fairly certain that Laura wouldn’t have minded what he’d just done.

“Yes, I’m absolutely livid,” Laura offered, her irony being easy to catch onto, “there’s nothing quite as tedious as watching your cast-iron monstercock jut about as you strip out of your clothes.”

“Terribly sorry,” Ian offered as he watched Laura begin to sashay her over to his side of the car.

“Well, you know,” Laura had held back her response until she could say it while she had one hand wrapped around the underside of Ian’s cockhead and the other softly stroking its upside, “I’m so frightfully bored after that that I have half a mind to have you assfuck me right here, just to see if finding myself impaled on sixteen inches of hard, thick cock wouldn’t bring back a certain joie de vivre.”

“I suppose it’s,” Ian stopped to take in a deep breath as Laura continued playing with the business-end of his heavy fucktool, “worth a,” felt his balls tighten up a little, “shot!” and sent off a long streamer of precum that had her screaming out in blissful surprise when it smacked into her ginormous boobs.

“Yes, admittedly merely being around you makes me quite reckless, for instance there was a moment there where I simply wanted to keep driving until we reached the south of France,” Laura suddenly began to explain, even as her breasts were still moving a little in the wake of Ian’s blast, “but I’m still aware that we came here to go inside the house and not just throw it a glance every now and again as we fuck each other silly out here.”

The mansion might have looked as though it had been built during a period where the toffs stayed upstairs, the servants downstairs and the existence of a middleclass was consistently ignored, but it had an electronic keypad mounted next to the entrance, which Laura now used to unlock the door.

The same blend of old aesthetics and new technology that had marked the entrance dominated the inside of the mansion as well.

“I’m aware that most of what I let slip in the shape of horny little groans and shrieks is in relation to your giant cock, but you really do have a wonderful ass,” Laura observed from vantage point of standing just behind Ian after he had walked into the rather oversized hallway.

“Thanks,” Ian replied, taken a little unaware by Laura’s compliment but still managing to come up with a “I’m quite fond of yours as well.”

“Ian darling,” Laura grinned, “do give me at least some credit, I am smart enough to figure that out on my own at this point.”

“I can only guess how I gave it away,” Ian returned Laura’s happy smile, never getting tired of the sight of her sauntering up to him, “So, the south of France?”

“Oh yes,” Laura purred as her gloved hands applied some expert pressure on his cock, just enough to make him close his eyes and mutter out in sheer bliss, “you and me in a nice villa by the Riviera, I’m lying tits-down on a deckchair by the pool, a slutty thong tugged over the side of my juicy ass, a nice, cool drink by my side and you there to give me something to stir it with.”

Ian remained silent as he allowed Laura to take him by the cock and guide him across plush carpets down a winding corridor until they reached a large kitchen.
“There was a meeting here last evening, so there should be food left for you in the fridge,” Laura explained as Ian threw the kitchen a passing glance before directing all of his attention back towards her.

“You’re not staying?”

“Need I mention that I’ve gotten a fair share of protein this far today?” Laura asked, rather suggestively.

“So no, I’m going to get freshened up and put on a new set of clothes,” Laura said, and even with her face coated with cum Ian could spot the impish expression that now came over her, “and I’ll tell you what, if you’re finished by the time I get back, I’ll have a little treat in store for you.”

“And what’s that?”

“Oh, I can’t tell you,” Laura’s smile grew even more naughty, “though I think it’s fair to say you’ll probably enjoy it.”

“So,” Laura had taken a step forwards and was now addressing Ian with a fondness that he found rather strange when coming from an impossibly gorgeous blonde vixen who had his cock caught between her huge boobs, “will you still be here when I get back?”

“Uh-huh,” Ian was careful not to nod his head too vigorously, and then gasped as Laura gave his cockhead a tender peck before slipping out from in front of him and walked off, making sure to give him a nice view of her firm, heart-shaped posterior as she did.