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slapping together
could be heard for some distance. Fortunately for them, the only
creatures to hear were a family of field mice.
     
    After a few
minutes of hard, roar fucking, Roy climbed back into the car, and
sat with his feet on the car seat, and his backside on the top of
the seat.
    “Take your
dress off!”
    Betty obliged,
throwing her dress and bra onto the car seat. She was about to
climb aboard his cock when he spun her around, so she had her back
to him. He held her by the waist as she lowered her pussy onto his
waiting erection. His hands encircled her, squeezing her breasts.
She resumed working her clit, as she began to ride his erection.
She was close to coming now, and could sense he was too. She pushed
down on the seat as she rode the full length of his rock hard cock.
At least once, she got carried away and lifted herself so high that
his cock slipped out of her. She quickly grabbed it, and pushed it
back inside her. The familiar sensation began to build – she rode
him even harder, rubbed her clit even faster – willing herself to
come. She needed to come now.
    “Fuckkk!!
Fuckkk!! Fuckkk!” The orgasm rushed through her body. For several
moments, she didn't move, her pussy squeezing tight on his cock.
She was about to resume riding him when he pushed her away.
    She knew he
wanted to come on her face, so knelt in front of him. As he wanked
himself to a climax, she caressed his ball sack, and put her tongue
on the head of his cock.
    “Come on my
face Roy. I want your cum now!” She knew he loved her to talk
dirty.
    He was getting
closer, his hand moving even faster.
    The cum shot
into her open mouth. Then more and more still. The spunky warm goo
filled her mouth. When he had finished, she tilted her head back,
and looked up to show him the mouthful of cum. With one swallow it
was gone.
     
    Book 3: Part 5
     
    It was Friday,
and Betty had arrived at work thirty minutes earlier than usual.
Julie had a day's holiday booked, so she had asked Betty to cover
some of her work. Betty didn't think much to having to get up so
early, and was still half asleep.
    The office was
mostly deserted at this time of the morning. Betty grabbed a black
coffee from the vending machine. It was horrible as usual, but she
hoped the caffeine might get her going. As she got closer to her
desk, she could see a yellow post-it note. Probably something Julie
forgot to tell her last night.
     
    The note was
handwritten
     
    Hotel Campole
– Room 121
    Tonight at
8.00pm
    A surprise
waiting for you!
     
     
    Who was it
from? Betty had never seen Roy or Frank's handwriting. She had only
ever contacted either of them by phone or email. She couldn't ask
either of them if the note was from them. What if she picked the
wrong one to ask? How did she get into this mess? She didn't make a
habit of going out with two men at the same time. Okay – she had
done it once before, but she had been ten years old at the time, so
that hardly counted. What made it a thousand times worse was that
Roy and Frank worked together and were best friends. If she blew
this, she might end up with neither of them. Maybe the time had
come to pick one, but which one? She liked them both. She decided
she was worrying too much. After all, it wasn't as if she was
engaged to either of them. She would just have to see which one of
them turned up at the hotel.
     
    Betty was so
busy doing her own job and covering for Julie that the day flew by.
By the time she set off for home, all she really wanted to do was
to climb into a warm bath, and eat lots of chocolate. Mrs Dale, her
next door neighbour, stopped her on the way in. For a horrible
moment, Betty thought she was going to be stuck listening to the
old lady's tales of her grandson. She needn't have worried; her
neighbour had taken in a package for her. Betty thanked her, and
wondered what Mrs Dale would make of the 'Come Fuck Me' underwear
that was in the anonymous looking parcel. There wasn't time for a
long bath, so