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"No it's a cock up," he said earnestly, "We need someone to marry a Russian, Ileana or something only her visa is ending and she is desperate to stay here, you're not married," I shook me head "Five hundred up front Ok," he handed it to me, I took it "Good man, we will be in touch, I never even asked how much the total was. They sorted some details, I was told to tell the University that I lived at her flat now, the university needed to have the information in case immigration checked, it was straight forward enough, and the five hundred pound advance took care of the rent I owed, except five from the robbery paid the rent, and the extra five was spends for me, and things were looking distinctly promising. The wedding was all planned immaculately Witnesses, Honeymoon, well one night in an Hotel in Bridlington, stretch limo, no reception, even a photographer, and I was ordered to be at the Metropole Hotel at six in my best suit to meet Ileana for a chat, I expected a spiky haired lesbian in Jackboots but Ilena was something else completely. I could scarcely believe it, her flame red hair flowed around her shoulders her neck was perfect, aristocratic even she had freckles around her nose, her teeth were the whitest most perfect imaginable and her breasts were just perfect and her legs, well they just went on and on. I suddenly realised I was in love and began to wish I had actually worn my good suit instead of the twenty years out of date ten quid special from Oxfam and especially I regretted not wearing a clean shirt. And then she spoke, she was so cold so clinical, she made my blood freeze. "We marry Saturday, you have learned facts about me," "Yes" I agreed awkwardly, "We meet Saturday and never again," I agreed. "Unless immigration sniff round" said Kevin the older black guy. "Fine." I said and meant it. Saturday came and feeling a total prat I caught the bus to town in my best suit with a suitcase college and stood at the registry building waiting for my future wife, she arrived in a smart tailored business suit, she gave me a swift kiss on the cheek, and we tried to look like we were in small tits love for the Registrar not a huge problem for me, and we did the paperwork, and then, business over, we headed for the stretch Limo where arrangements were made to pay me. "You get the money tomorrow morning," Ileana insisted," We must spend the night together." The journey to Brighton was a nightmare then we booked into a small Hotel where we ate Dinner in almost complete silence and spent the evening relaxing in the bar before transferring to our room, hardly blonde a Honeymoon Suite, at a suitably late hour. We had room service send up a light supper, and champagne, and she announced her intention of going to bed, and as she turned to hang up her jacket the light caught her and suddenly I remembered how beautiful she was with her gorgeous swan neck and her flame red hair swinging, those, slim, nicely shaped breasts, but her expression was again cold, hard, severe, but the soft light softened Brunette even this. I smiled at her as my manhood stiffened, and as it did so I realised she had noticed my crotch bulge "Don't get ideas" she ordered, "This is business only" but I saw a slight smile. "It's Ok I don't go for older women." I lied and she scowled, we both knew she was only three days older than I, but she just ignored me and she just went into the en-suite bathroom showered and when she appeared she was wearing a beautiful white ankle length night-dress. She scowled at me, "You take a bath," she said she simply climbed into the bed and pulled the bedclothes over her. "You don't get any funny ideas babe you sleep on floor" she ordered. "Are you with KGB or something" I muttered heading for the shower. I showered and thought about the situation, Ok I was being paid but she had no need to be so rude. I dressed in an Hotel Bathrobe and crossed to the bed throwing the covers back and slipping in beside her she put down her book, "Sleep on floor," she insisted. "But we are not properly married yet until we have sex," I countered, "You will pay me for work I have not done unless I make love to you," I put my arms round her cupping her breasts to wind her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself free and raining a barrage of punches and slaps on me, I sat up and caught her wrists, she seemed suddenly small and frightened. My bathrobe had become displaced open down the front and my manhood was now very aware of her proximity, leaking pre cum and standing obscenely to attention, I let her go and adjusted my dress as they say, but as soon as I released her ams she started hitting me again until I grabbed her wrists until she stopped struggling, then I moved my head near her ear "You saw mine now show me yours!" I joked. "Let me go," she insisted but I kissed her ear. "And you will show me yours!" I insisted. "No I will not" she insisted. "Oh what a shame, still this is nice," I said as kissed her ear again,she was warm and fragrant and I struggled to remember when I had last had a woman and my manhood strained and I felt the warnings that I was about to cum. Oh god I was cumming. Great gouts of creamy cum shot out as my tool emerged through the gap in my bathrobe and cum splashed all over the front of her nightdress. "Oh God sorry, Ileana, Oh I did not do it on purpose, sorry" I said releasing her as I realised my cum had soaked her expensive night gown from crotch to bust and beyond. "And babies," she said, "I want your babies." My tongue parted her pussy lips. When you find it—Oh yeah, you’ve got it. Like James Bond. I was buried inside her. Then I slid down her body, leaving a trail of saliva behind as college my tongue licked down her chest and belly. Becky stared at me in the eyes and appeared to make up her mind about something. I didn’t have very thick hair on my face, but had to be super careful about shaving so what I had wasn’t obvious. *Everyone* was naked! Kate was awake. Tabitha's feet were within reach. She looked content but I wasn’t finished yet. shouted a bunch of bikers in unison. I started coughing and spit it out and then he yelled at me and threw me out of his house. They found one about a mile away right on the shoreline near the park that they loved so much and she was very happy with small tits it. Hence, the carrot. "She's wet," she said softly. She taught me how to masturbate, and how to make love to another person. She wrapped one hand around my throbbing member while pulling me in close for a kiss with her other hand. This is how Jenny described it... Viola: Well here let me help you. “Come and tongue kiss me baby.”
She does and the dual sensation of a blonde male and female pleasuring me with her tongue down my throat and my cock in a man’s mouth is driving me to the edge of sexual gratification. She opened her mouth allowing the knob to slip inside and ran her tongue around it, licking away the pre-cum running freely from the slit. She I was right, I was as far as I could go a few inches from the base of his giant dick. On my way out I Brunette stuck my head into the workout room and saw Natalie just sitting on the leg spreader. On the paper is a greasy babe vivid-reddish smear where she’s blotted her lips, and a single word, written by him: ‘spit’. Oh, yes, yes!” “Mine!” She snarled, face contorted in challenge.