Pre-Dinner Drinks

I absolutely love to duo with Lulu lady Federica. We are, of course, good friends, but more than that, we genuinely cannot keep our hands off one another. We’re like this even when we’re not being paid! So as you can imagine, I was over the moon when Mr D got in touch to organise a duo overnight date.

Arrangements were made promptly and efficiently. Dinner and drinks at a 5* spa hotel in Bristol, then back to a sumptuous suite for a whole night of fun, frolics and absolute debauchery. Federica and I chatted excitedly about the plans in the run up to the date, deciding what we would wear, coordinating lingerie, narrowing down which toys from our arsenal of goodies would make an appearance. Oh the anticipation of a duo date is such a joy!

Now Federica and I have a bit of a thing when it comes to dinner dates. We love to have impromptu fun before we go to the restaurant. Mr D, of course, was completely unawares. So when he opened the door all suited and booted, and we sashayed into his room in our figure-hugging dresses and extortionately priced high heels, he had no idea what was about to happen. Pre-dinner drinkies was about to get a make over!

Paperwork out of the way, champagne flutes in hand, we circled Mr D like lionesses circle their prey. He looked and smelled absolutely delicious, and the bulge we could spot through his trousers was driving us wild with excitement. As he chatted away innocently about his day, Federica and I glanced at each other, a naughty look, and put our champagne flutes down. Slipping off our heels, we dropped down to our knees.

Reaching up, Federica unzipped Mr D’s fly and reached inside, pulling out his fat, rock-hard cock. Our eyes lit up with excitement. Mr D was blindsided but excited beyond words.

We started playing with Mr D’s cock with our mouths….licking, sucking, kissing. Taking it in turns, or both at the same time, we absolutely devoured it. And all the while he stood there, champagne glass in hand, bemused but feeling like the cat who got the cream.

But it wasn’t enough for us, and before long, we had Mr D sat on the sofa, trousers pulled down and his perfectly groomed cock and balls fully exposed….unrestricted access, just how we like it. This is when we could really up the tempo, taking it in turns to suck his dick while the other kissed and licked his balls, then vice versa. Such a sloppy mess was being made, and yet we remained with full faces of unblemished make-up. Trust me, there is a real level of skill at work here!

Mr D was in 7th heaven and he could barely contain himself. ‘I am not going to last much longer ladies!‘ he warned.

I pulled off my dress, undid my bra and presented by big, bouncing breasts, urging him to cover them for me. The last thing we want is any mess on our dresses or across our faces, after all? That can be saved for later.

It didn’t take long to feel that warm, gooey explosion all over my skin – a feeling I absolutely relish and a scene that Federica just loves to watch. I turn to Fed and we snog passionately, and she gently squeezes and sucks my breasts.

Mr D, strung out in his post orgasmic glow, watches on with a smile.

What an icebreaker! And we love it this way, because we know Mr D will be sitting at dinner, his head spinning, and the anticipation for dessert will almost be too much to bear. We also love the fact that Federica and I – both extremely well educated, lady-like and well spoken in public – are the perfect undercover operatives at dinner. No one in that restaurant would have an inkling…and it all adds to the experience for our wonderful suitor.

I know what you’re thinking. If that’s pre-dinner drinks, what the HELL happens during dessert? There’s only one way to find out!

Amber xx

>> you can read more about Amber here, and more about Federica here <<