The Musings of a Modern Minx

More new pics!

I thought it was time to post some more sexy pics taken while having some fun recently… Enjoy!

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New pictures!

To say a big “Happy New Year” to all my avid readers, I have decided to post some updated pics for your perusal…. They are also available on the gallery pages.

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Festive Cheer… part 2

Having had such a positive response from my first course of Festive Fun, I am pleased to present the second instalment of my Christmas Party fantasy

Leaving him behind in the lounge, mouth agape, only served to increase my already intense feelings of desire. I began to conjure up my next teasing scheme with my juices still kissing my thighs.

Upon my return to the dining room, I feel a multitude of eyes on me, wondering where I have been, but not quite daring to ask. I sit at the table, waiting for the Manager to make his prudent entrance and return for more teasing. Clearly he cannot resist the Minx, as he returns within 10 minutes having managed to tame his horniness sufficiently to walk in public.

He sits next to me, smiles, leans over towards me and discreetly asks when he can expect his next course. I tell him, just as discreetly, that if he knew when to expect it, it wouldn’t be a surprise… I decide to get into the festive spirit and dance with some other colleagues, feeling his eyes on me all the way to the dance floor.

My writhing to the music reminds me that I am naked underneath my dress, and I begin to move more seductively, knowing that he is watching me, wanting me. He approaches the dance floor and begins to dance behind me. I nonchalantly place his hands on my hips, moving to the beat of the music, subtly nudging his memories of my naked shaven pussy encased beneath a thin veil of chiffon.

I feel his obvious arousal from behind me, his throbbing cock straining against the fabric of his trousers, begging to be touched. I rub my body up against him, and I tease him mercilessly, his face a picture of the torture he is clearly experiencing at my expert hands.

I decide to take a break, and head to the bar without so much as a glance towards him, not wanting to give the game away to any of our more observant colleagues. I make sure that I give my very best wiggle while walking to the bar, and when I arrive there I see he is following, but has been waylaid by a member of his team. I order myself a drink, and sit, waiting for him to appear.

I am engrossed in my favourite habit of people watching when I am surprised by the receipt of a text message on my work mobile from an unknown sender asking me to go out into the grounds of the hotel. I am cautious of such messages, but my curiosity overtakes me and I head outside.

As I reach the doors of the reception, a voice whispers to me from a dimly lit area off to one side. I approach and see that it is the Manager who has managed to escape the clutches of his rather inebriated employee.

He grabs my wrist, pulling me towards him without a word, and begins to deliver kisses to the nape of my neck. I shiver in response, and begin to moan. His hands are everywhere at once; pulling at my hair, caressing the lacy tops of my stockings, cupping the cheeks of my bare bottom, and the gentlest of touches administered to my throbbing clitoris. His hands are cold, the touch thrilling against my hot pussy.

He cups my breast and lifts it out of my strapless dress, bending to suck the already erect nipple. I gasp as he sucks harder, massaging my buttocks rhythmically. He is breathing heavily now, his breath hot on my breasts. He kneels down in front of me, and slides his hands up the outside of my thighs, drawing ever closer to my quivering pussy.

He ducks his head under my dress and I gasp, suddenly afraid of discovery so close to the reception and hotel entrance, but deliciously aware that he offers the cure to the persistent throbbing in my loins…

I reach down and entangle my hands in his hair, urging him forward to my swollen clitoris. His tongue reaches out, and gently flicks my pussy, savouring me slowly, and evidently enjoying the trembling it induces in my thighs.

I grip his hair tighter, and cry out, feeling the familiar sweet friction that precedes my orgasm, he, unrelenting, grasps my buttocks and buries his face deeper into my pussy, and I feel him sliding his thumb slowly inside me, intensifying my pleasure.

I can feel the orgasm building inside me, my pussy gripping him excruciatingly tight, I struggle to contain a moan of ecstasy as I feel the delectable contraction of muscles and the pleasant feeling of my wet pussy coating my thighs for the second time that night.

He kisses my thighs, my stomach, my breasts, my neck, and tells me he is looking forward to dessert before leading me back to the party still drained from my exertions.

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