He sat back looking at me, a slow smile spreading across his face. As he slowly unbuttoned his trousers, letting them fall to his ankles kicking them ...way his boxer’s following. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my mouth. He was magnificent, so big and hard. He must have seen the awe in my eyes as the second I blinked he was by me his beautiful cock pushing at my lips. He pushed his head into my mouth and after a few seconds I started to suck at him hungrily, my tongue licking around. Good fortune was obviously smiling when, the next day, his boss called him in and asked a favour. Could he go and spend a few days on one of the sites and do some "in-house consultancy work" and luckily, the site was no more than ten miles from where she lived. Booking a hotel room, he emailed her the booking details and his mobile number and went to work.That evening, not long having finished for the day his phone rings showing an unknown number. Answering, a female voice says "Hi Mike,. Instead we’re near the top. I’ve won a few ‘Most Valuable Player’ awards so I’m pulling my weight. However I’ve heard a rumour I’m going to be invited to a football camp this Summer where the USA selectors can have a good look at me. Apparently they’re short of my type of midfielder.”“What do your parents think? Are they supporting your football career?”“They don’t know yet, please don’t tell them.”As if I was likely to find myself conversing with the local equivalent of royalty! “If you and. “I love you, Anna,” she screamed. “I will do whatever you ask,” she added.Anna replied, "Tell me you are my slut. My dirty dyke pussy slut.”Inside Becca’s mind rebelled. I am not a lesbian slut she thought. But her body told her other wise. She had to cum and she could not!“I am you dirty lesbian slut,” Becca replied. She had no choice. She had to cum.“Again, louder!” Anna replied.“I am you dirty lesbian slut!” Becca answered, loudly.With that, Anna placed her tongue on Becca’s clit. She took.