Dirty Dan Chronicals #1

This is an excerpt from the e-mails archives of Daniel London and Serena Washington sent during one hot, summer when neither had anything better to do with their time. They have not been edited and appear in their original form.

To: Daniel
From: Serena
Subject: Lay Over

+++Flight delayed 12 hours min. Will call when I land. Looking for hotel now. Later. SJ.+++

I text my friend so she won't bother driving out to BWI to pick me up and put my phone away to save my now precious international minutes. I sigh deeply and look for one of the kiosks that show where all the nearest hotels are. If I had known the flight was going to be delayed, I would have stayed at my original hotel and maybe actually gotten a chance to see London instead of flying in for two nights to see the inside of a hotel conference room the whole time. All I need is a place to spend the next twelve hours without spending too much money. A bed, a meal, a ride back to the airport and not too much trouble about it all.

To: Serena
From: Daniel
Subject: RE: Lay Over

'You look lost! Can I help you?' I ask after observing you for a few minutes. You explain to me about your situation with the delayed flight and the need for a hotel. 'I think you could do with a drink, and I know a small bar up the road we can go to' Your face changes to a smile and with that I take your bag and lead you to the bar. Already I feel attracted to you and know this should be an interesting evening. When we enter the bar, it's quite quiet and dimmly lit. After leading you to a free table in the corner I go to the barman and order us some drinks...

To: Daniel
From: Serena
Subject: RE: Lay Over

"Oh, you read my mind" I exclaimed when you returned to the table. "I could do with a scotch right about now." I take a welcome sip then look you over as I unpin my braids from the tight but professional bun I keep them twisted in 9-5. It is a relief when they fall loose about my shoulders. I wish I could take off this restrictive suit and heels as well but a bar isn't quite the place. You're definately attractive - man-ly not boyish, someone who looks like he knows what he's doing. Something about your face is drawing me in. Maybe it's the scotch. Maybe it's the frustration of the delay. Maybe it's the romance of being picked up by a foreign stranger in an airport. It's probably just me, anyway. "So, you have officially rescued a lady in distress." I give you my best come hither look. "Is a kiss still the appropriate reward?"

To: Serena
From: Daniel
Subject: RE: Lay Over

"A kiss from you is more than an appropriate reward" I reply. Although in my mind I was thinking up some much more appropriate rewards that I would like to receive from you. Those thoughts were starting to make things happen downstairs and I shuffle a little so that you don't notice. A couple of drinks later we start to relax more, not only our postures but also our conversation. I am definitely growing more and more attracted to you as I occasionally look you up and down, wondering what you are wearing underneath. Imagining what your natural scent is like. Now that the basic getting to know you chit chat is over I ask you what questions you really want to ask me...

To: Daniel
From: Serena
Subject: RE: Lay Over

"Well, since I do have a few hours to kill, I don't suppose there's somewhere around here we can go to dance? Privately. The smaller the place, the better." When you suggest your flat, I'm ecstatic. I cover the drinks and you whisk me into a cab. Sitting in the back seat, in the dark, I let my hand rub your knee and move slowly up the inside of your thigh. I don't make eye contact with you - I love the almost anonymous groping in the dark. I can feel the bulge of your cock jump when my hand slides over it. I can't wait to feel it inside me.

To: Serena
From: Daniel
Subject: RE: Lay Over

As your hand continues to feel my cock through the material of my trousers, it feels like it's going to break through. My pre-cum is starting to seep through and you can feel it on your finger tips. I lean across to kiss you and my tongue slips into your mouth as we start to kiss passionately. I know my tongue is going to be pretty busy tonight in all your orifices. The taxi driver pretends not to notice us as we become more daring. I whisper into your ear 'what does your pussy feel like? are you getting wet??'

To: Daniel
From: Serena
Subject: RE: Lay Over

"Why do you find out." I answer and pull your hand under my skirt. My panties are soaked through and get even wetter as your fingers slip inside them and dip into the cream waiting there. I can't help groaning and squeezing you tighter, pushing my tongue deeper into your mouth. Your fingers slip and slide around my pussy, only lightly brushing my clit and I shiver each time it does. I find myself first wondering how far away your place is then soon beginning to wonder if I really care. In a minute, I'm going to as the cabbie to join in - just so long as your fingers keep driving me crazy. My fingers let go of you cock and struggle with your belt.

To: Serena From: Daniel Subject: RE: Lay Over

I struggle to get my rock hard cock out of my trousers. As it free's itself I start to pull the shiny head back. By this time you have removed your wet panties and with my free hand I lift them to my nose taking in the scents of your pussy and arsehole. Don't worry we are not far away from my flat. I start to move my hand up again between your legs and find your wet pussy. I start to slip my fingers inside you again. 'I'm going to make you cum right now' I tell you. As I start to finger fuck you I can feel your jucies covering my hand. You start to push your pussy hard on my busy hand. 'Are you enjoying this?' I ask...

To: Daniel
From: Serena
Subject: RE: Lay Over

"Oh, God yes." I moan. I can just feel the first delicious stirrings of an orgasm rising. I stroke your exposed cock frantically; suddenly I want to taste you desperately. I pull away from you, shuttering as your fingers caress my clit, and nearly inhale your cock down my throat. I've made a hobby out of giving head and I enjoy your deep groan of passion as I let my tongue explore the length of you. Your pre-cum merely spurs me on and I suck the head first softly then brush my teeth against you gently - not biting, just testing your waters. I lick and nip softly down to your base and brush my nose against the hair I find there. I realize that we've stopped moving but I don't stop. Instead, I lick around your balls, stroking your cock with my hand. After a few minutes, I suck first one, then the other into my mouth and caress them. I bathe them until I hear you groan again - or maybe that's me, I can't tell any more - then I slowly work my tongue and lips back up your shaft. There's more pre-cum waiting at the tip and I rub it on my lips like lip gloss. I again engulf your cock with my mouth. I love the feeling of sliding you between my lips and feeling that throbbing that tells me your close. I want you to cum so I can swallow you and share the sweet taste of you. I pick up my pace, adjusting my position so that I'm squeezed on the floor - less comfortable over all but easier on my neck as I slide my hands under your ass and try to squeeze the cum out of you.

To: Serena
From: Daniel
Subject: RE: Lay Over

'That feels so good, I'm going to fill your mouth with my cum' I tell you. I run my hands through your hair as you work away harder and faster on my throbbing cock. Then I start to feel an almighty sensation start from my balls all the way to the tip. I'm going to cum. I hold your head down and start to pump wad after wad of hot spunk into your mouth. I feel a few drops hit my leg as you struggle to take the full load. After I'm spent, i relax back into the seat waiting for you to re-emerge to show me your mouth full of my cum...

To: Daniel
From: Serena
Subject: RE: Lay Over

I sit beside you again and open my mouth, showing you and the cabbie the hot spunk lingering there. Then I kiss you again, sharing the taste of you. "That was lovely." I whisper between kisses. "Is it my turn yet? I want to feel that talented tongue in any number of places."

To: Serena
From: Daniel
Subject: RE: Lay Over

The taxi stops just outside my flat and we both get out of the car. I brush your arse through your skirt and tell you that I can't wait to get you inside. As we enter the flat I lead you to the bedroom. 'Now before I get my tongue working on you, I want to see you masturbate, and keep your clothes on' Will you masturbate for me Serena?? I want to see a dirty show to get me worked up for you

To: Daniel
From: Serena
Subject: RE: Lay Over

"Sit down," I tell you, "jump in any time you like." I take off my suit jacket and my high heels, leaving on my silk shirt, bra and short skirt - I think I left my panties in the cab. I run my hands over my body. I want you to take me now, but apparently you need a little more incentive. I squeeze my nipples through my clothing; I can feel them pointing hard against my palms. I'm already so wet, the smell is probably overpowering. I can smell it. I dip one finger into my slick pussy and lick it clean. I keep playing with my breasts; I want to take my shirt off and lick them but you want to see this the slow way. I reach under my skirt again and offer it to you but put it in my own mouth before you can get a taste. I pull my shirt out of my waistband and slip my hand under my bra. I gasp as my fingers caress my nipple directly. I stop sucking my finger long enough to undo two or three shirt buttons - just enough to push my breasts through and lick and suck my tit directly. Then I shift my bra under my shirt and play with the other side for a while. All of this makes me long for your tongue to make me scream. "My nipples are so sensitive." I tell you, "if you suck them just right, I'll cum from just that." I slid my whole hand between my legs and rub my hold pussy with the palm of my hand. "You should see how wet I am now. Oh God. I'm so wet." My trimmed hair is matted with cream and I lift my skirt so you can watch my hand and hips rubbing against each other. "But my pussy's so hot." I slip two fingers between my lower lips and spread them wide. I hiss softly as the cool air meets my protruding little clit. I wet my finger from the other hand and slowly glide up and down over my joy button. I moan softly, uncontrollably and my body shakes. "Lick me." I think - or maybe I whisper it. I'm so close. Please. Lick me. Let me feel your tongue, your lips. I want it so bad. Oh God, I want to feel you. I want to cum all over your face and then, when I'm so close again that I can't stand it, I want you to fuck me hard and fast and please just lick me lick me lick me lick me lick me lick me lick me lick me lick me lick me lick me lick me lick me lick me lick me...

To: Serena
From: Daniel
Subject: RE: Lay Over

The smell of your wet pussy fills the room. I think you're ready for my tongue now. As you lie on your back I take hold of your legs and pull you to the edge of the bed. I then kneel down on the floor with my eye level at your pussy. 'I want you to carry on masturbating for me'. As you start to gently part your lips with your fingers, I part your legs a little wider to fully expose your arsehole. After giving it a little inspection I lower my head and gently circle your arsehole with my tongue. You carry on playing with your pussy as I slowly push my tongue in deeper. I do this a couple of times before running my tongue all the way up over your fingers and to your exposed love button. My face is getting covered in your pussy jucies as I return my tongue back down to your arsehole again. I can tell you are about to cum and I push my tongue as deep as I've been into your willing anus. Then I feel you start to shudder as you climax and at this point my tongue releases itself from your arsehole and into your pussy to take all your cum...