Meet Lexi, the bodacious cumslut

“Bloody hell,” Miss Villiers gasped at the sight of John’s massive cock pointing straight at her, her expression being one of delighted surprise as she stared at the thoroughly rigid pillar of fuckmeat as it projected itself outwards from beneath his waist, the whole thing bobbing about softly in the wake of the thick gush of precum which he had just sent her way.

Then she broke out into an utterly shameless, fantabulously seductive smile that made her appear almost painfully beautiful before encountering no great difficulty in getting John to follow with his gaze the slow advance of her right hand down her flat stomach, her dainty fingers moving across the fine, feminine musculature of her belly until they made contact with the soaked fabric of her skirt.

A horny sigh slipped out of Miss Villiers’ mouth as she pushed her digits a little tighter against the front of her skirt, after which she released a light-hearted giggle as she made him watch how she placed both of her hands on her hips and then moved them up over the dramatic curvature of her sides before using them to cup her mountainous boobs, the statuesque vixen first moaning and then wetting her luscious lips as she found her small, rock-hard nipples with her fingers and proceeded to give each of the two erect buds a soft pinch.

“But I mustn’t cuss, and I mustn’t go on about how the sight of your big, beautiful cock is making my pussy juice,” Miss Villiers announced in a jaunty sort of way, “After all, there’s no reason for me to sound like a slut just because I look, feel and act like one.”

“Ah,” John replied, carefully nodding his head for no particular reason as he watched Miss Villiers tighten her grasp of her right breast and then offer him another sultry smile before lifting the massive orb of firm titflesh upwards and tilting her head forwards at the same time, a sucking noise shooting across the room mere moments after she’d locked her lips around her nipple.

“So,” Miss Villiers began, then spending a moment in which she allowed her tongue to twirl around her nipple before finally letting her breast slip from her fingers and raised her head again, “you agree with me then?”

“Not really,” John admitted.

“Good,” Rewarding John with another one of her unabashedly lecherous smiles, Miss Villiers took one small step towards him before adding a distinct yearning quality to her sultry voice, “because quite honestly, I can’t look at you without being overcome by a **** desire to be as nasty a slut as I possibly can. And I sincerely hope that you’re not intending to take issue with that…”

“I’d… No, I’m not,” John’s answer coincided with Miss Villiers taking another step towards him.

“Incidentally,” Having stopped her movement again, Miss Villiers thrust out her chest, as though there was any need to accentuate the awe-inspiring swell of her ginormous boobs, “none of the men that have come calling on me thus far today has managed to last this long without sporting silly expressions, whimpering a bit and then excusing themselves.”

“You must be going easy on me then,” John remarked at the same time as the image of Miss Villiers thrusting her ass out behind her as she bent forwards a little to stand with her boobs framed by her arms as she began to slide the skirt down her legs was burnt into his mind for all posterity.

“Admittedly, I’ve been keeping myself from ripping off all of my clothes and jumping you whilst madly imploring you to fuck me into orgasmic oblivion ever since you walked through that door,” Miss Villiers now had the dress pulled down to her knees, and let it slip a few inches more before simply stepping out of it to stand naked from head to toe in front of John, her hands slowly sliding up and down across her body as she widened her stance for his benefit, “but I don’t think that I’m pulling my punches, as it were.”

“If anything,” Her wide stance meant that Miss Villiers was able to provide John with an excellent view of her bald pussy, and of how her fingers pushed apart her labia to reveal the wet pinkness of her honeypot, “I think it’s got more to do with the fact that you’re a proper, big-dicked stud.”

Behind Miss Villiers, the small vase that was placed atop her nightstand was knocked over by the blast of precum which bounced off the ceiling.

“Ah,” Miss Villiers released a soft chuckle as she looked over her shoulder at the knocked-over vase, “I see that you’re a crack shot with that thing as well.”

“That’s not entirely accurate,” John informed her with a sheepish grin, “I was aiming for your face.”

“Oh,” Sauntering close enough to John that her tits were almost brushing against his chest, Miss Villiers grasped hold of his tie at the exact same moment as another moan blossomed out of her mouth at his cockhead bumping against the base of her stomach, with her next move being to slowly inch her way closer to him, thereby causing the meaty business-end of his gargantuan schlong to leave a long trail of glossy precum running up the centre of her stomach before it was finally caught between her bulging breasts, which were pushed apart slightly as a result of its girth, “I suppose that’s sort of a good thing.”

The next thing John knew, Miss Villiers had brought her lips into contact with his, and they melted together as her tongue entered his mouth, the two of them meeting each other in a tight, lustful embrace that lingered on as their tongues wrestled for a few precious moments.

“Now,” Miss Villiers had her arms around John’s neck as her breasts quivered against his muscled chest with each powerful throbbing from his cock, “I suppose that I really ought to tell you that my first name’s Alexandra.”

“John. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lexi,” John instantly provided the formidable Miss Villiers with an informal nickname.

“Lexi?” Cocking one of her eyebrows at first, Miss Villiers then contorted her face into a lustful grimace, “I like it.”

What followed next was another long, deep kiss, one which provided John with ample opportunity to savour Lexi’s breath and the taste of her spit, and during which he could feel his uniform jacket being slid down his arms by her until he was free of it, after which he was quick to resume his zestful groping of her delectable ass, which he had yet to get a look at.

“Do forgive me for the delay,” Lexi cheerfully implored John as she worked fast get his shirt unbuttoned, “but I’m **** to see you naked.”

Every British woman that John had ever gotten intimate with up until now had invariably retained some of the “Keep quiet, keep still and think of Queen and country” attitude towards sex, so Lexi’s unrestrained lustfulness brought about a swooshing streamer of precum that raced up between their faces and proceeded upwards until the ceiling put an unceremonious end to its journey into the skies.
Slipping her hands in under John’s opened shirt, Lexi upturned her head to glance at the ceiling, and duly bit her lip and gasped when a drop of precum came down to smack her right in the middle of her forehead.
Again they kissed, and again John took his hands off Lexi’s ass just long enough for her to free him of his shirt, after which she hooked her right leg in behind him and used it to **** him so tight against her that it nearly sent them toppling over.

“Do you want know something, John?” Lexi asked him, once she’d unbuckled the belt that was holding his tattered pants up.

“What?”

“When I played with myself, back when I for some reason thought that it was shameful of me to enjoy pumping my fingers in and out my soaked little snatch, do you know what I used to do?”

John shook his head.

“I’d take one of the fingers of my free hand, and I’d lick and suck and kiss it until it was gleaming wet, and then I would ever so softly work it past my asshole, and pretend that it was the big, hard cock of some magnificent stud, who would go on to ravage me and fuck my tight ass before blowing his load all over my pretty face.”

John gulped, and the ceiling took another blast.