The Cambridge was empty and you were sitting in the snug as Lucy cleared the tables. Cordelia pushed the door open, holding a beer and a G&T.
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She wiggled in to sit next to you on the battered chesterfield, leaning her blonde head on your shoulder with a sigh.
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Cordelia pursed her lips to suck on the straw sticking out of her G&T.
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Her white shirt seemed to have been unbuttoned further, and the girl's tanned cleavage was clearly visible, her honey coloured, sumptuous tits nestled in a surprisingly slutty push-up bra, the cups decked out in purple leopard print.
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Sucking on her drink Cordelia scowled at Lucy, as the younger girl bent over a table with a dancer's practiced flexibility, her delectable ass swinging back and forth in the little black denim hotpants, her tanned athletic legs stretching out so she could polish every inch of the smooth wood.
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"You know what she needs? A bloody good spanking. Didn't do me any harm."
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Your head swam as the gorgeous Cordelia snuggled angrily up against you.
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"Erm, what?"
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Cordelia turned to you, the material of her leggings squeaking on the sofa, her eyes wide, the straw still in her mouth.
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"Oh yes. I went to this all-girl's boarding school in Oxford. The prefects wouldn't hesitate to give us a good thrashing if we started acting up like that one does..."
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Cordelia indicated Lucy's swaying little ass, stretching the pockets of the hotpants.
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"On one occasion, the head girl stripped off my gym knickers, put me over her knee and gave me six of the best on my bare backside with a rubber plimsoll!"
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You doubled up, almost choking on your beer. Cordelia looked at you askance.
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"Oh God, does that turn you on?"
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Cordelia's mock-appalled look quickly turned mischievous and she leant forward, biting her lip, her tousled blonde hair falling in her face, to give your hardening cock a good squeeze.
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"Hmm. I do believe it does..."
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Still gently squeezing your cock, Cordelia looked over at Lucy - bent over her latest table, one bare leg half cocked so she could reach the far side of it, the other stretched out, supporting her weight, her backside wriggling back and forth as she worked.
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"Maybe you should think about giving our little Lucy a good spanking?"
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Cordelia whispered in your ear, as her other hand joined the first in your lap, unfastening your belt and unbuttoning your fly. Freeing your thick, stiffening cock, Cordelia started to casually flick her grip up and down the shaft.
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"Imagine putting her over your knee.”
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The blonde 24 year-old snuggled up closer to you, both her hands busy on your cock and balls. One hand moved slowly, languidly up and down your shaft, while the other squeezed and scratched at your balls.
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“Pushing her down in your lap…”
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Cordelia carried on wanking and teasing and scratching as she whispered in your ear, both of you now transfixed by Lucy's swaying backside, as the younger girl moved to another table.
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“Snapping those silly little hotpants open, peeling them off her hips, so her little ass was all bare...”
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Cordelia nipped at your ear, her firm breasts pressing up against you.
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“And then laying your hand down, hard, across her wriggling, naked little buttocks!”
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One of the luscious blonde's hands was removed and you looked down. Cordelia was still tugging at you firmly with one hand, but the other was now rubbing up and down between her own legs, stroking herself, the shape of her tight little pussy picked out perfectly through the skintight wetlook leggings.
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"She'd thrash and yelp and squeal but you wouldn't care..."
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Cordelia's knotted white shirt had ridden up above the waistband of her leggings, exposing a few inches of taut, tanned stomach, and just a hint of the strap of a thong, peeking above the black, wetlook material.
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"You'd just keep spanking her and spanking her, with your flat, open hand..."
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She leaned back into the sofa, blonde hair falling around her neck, looking up at you through thick, dark eyelashes.
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“Holding her down over your lap and giving the little slut the thrashing of her life...”
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Cordelia's slim fingers clenched around your hard cock, flicking up and down at an increased pace as she closed her eyes and wriggled back into the sofa, her other hand working away between her spread legs, rubbing and playing with herself through the skintight leggings.
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“She’d wriggle and squeal and yelp…”
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Gasping as she tugged at your cock, you looked the beautiful blonde barmaid up and down, her tits wobbling in the thin white shirt, a light sweat breaking out on her classically beautiful face, her thighs tensing and flexing under the wet look material, her legs poised, spread and presented in the shiny high heeled boots.
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“Please sir. She'd plead. Please I'll be good...”
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Tearing your gaze away from Cordelia, you looked back into the main bar, where a few moments ago Lucy was polishing the tables.
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Lucy was now sat on the nearest table, watching through the half open door as Cordelia lovingly pleasured your cock with her tight little hand.
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"Every now and again you'd stop, to give that delightful little ass a good squeeze, from one tight little ass cheek to the other...."
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As you watched, the oblivious Cordelia still working one hand up and down your cock, Lucy slid off the table, looked directly into your eyes and grasped either side of her regulation white shirt, pulling it slowly open to reveal her tanned, lean midriff and a pair of firm, perky 20 year old breasts, clad in a skimpy white push up bra, her cleavage presented deliciously.
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Shrugging the garment off, Lucy strutted forward a few steps, bringing one finger up to her lips in a 'shush' motion as her other hand started to flick open her little denim hotpants, button by button.
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Cordelia arched her back and groaned as she continued to play with herself through her wetlook leggings, her other hand tensing, gripping and tugging on your swelling cock even harder.
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"And she'd hope it was over, but then you'd just start spanking her again, harder than before..."
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Moaned Cordelia, flicking her hand up and down your hard cock, rubbing herself through her shiny leggings, lost in her own imaginings.
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Lucy, barely five yards away, turned, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her little black denim hotpants and wriggled them down her thighs until they pooled around her feet and she was standing there in nothing but her regulation, short red apron, her slutty little push up bra and a matching white lacy thong.
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“Spanking her again and again and again, making her kick her legs and howl...”
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The little red apron was strapped round Lucy's bare waist, her naked, firm little ass wriggling beneath the waist band as she twirled, displaying her lean, tanned body, her blonde bunches bouncing around her shoulders.
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"Because she's a naughty little slut and she needs to be punished..."
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Your eyes were wide, staring at the lithe 20 year old blonde as she wriggled and stretched for you over the smooth polished table, and the beautiful Cordelia casually, languidly jerked you off with one hand as she bought herself off with the other.
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Then Lucy bent double over a table and gave herself a good hard smack on her bare ass and that did it. Your cock convulsed in Cordelia's hand.
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"And you'd just thrash her and thrash her and thrash her and... and... oohh..."
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She threw her head back as her own climax burst through her.
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“OOOh… Aaaah! Oh Fuck yes! Oh dear, sorry…”
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Cordelia immediately leant down into your lap to wrap her soft lips round your cock, her astounding body bucking, tensing and shivering as her orgasm ripped through her while she swallowed every drop of your cum, licking the head of your cock clean.
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As your hips bucked into Cordelia's mouth, Lucy turned, grinned and strolled casually out of sight.
Oblivious, Cordelia straightened up and stretched out across the sofa, pillowing her head on your thighs.
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"Mmmm. That was nice. God, what I'd give to see the little slut get a good..."
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Cordelia purred, before catching sight of Lucy's hotpants, discarded on the floor just a few feet away. Cordelia's eyes widened in fury.
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"Oh that little bitch! When I get hold of her her feet won't touch the bloody ground!"