Babestation legend Karina Currie can do more than just filthy phone sex, she can also write a filthy sex scene or two as well. Here we showcase some of her work.
Below is the full story for ‘All Tarted Up And No Cock To Blow’ for your reading pleasure but if you prefer to listen, we have an audio porn option where you can listen to the story as written by Karina Currie and read by Beth Bennett.
All Tarted Up With No Cock To Blow
By Karina Currie
It was Saturday night and Jenny sat on the window seat watching the rain race down the glass, she would occasionally hear the shriek of some girls on their way to the club at the end of her road. It was usually louder at this time of week, but the rain kept people inside the bars rather than sit outside; it seemed pretty dead for Soho at the weekend.
She had been living in her overly expensive, cramped one bedroom flat above a sex shop for about eight month’s now; It wasn’t the most glamorous apartment in the world but she had central London at her feet.
Toby, her date for this evening was late, she had bumped into him while out on a shopping spree and accepted an invitation of coffee after nearly knocking her off her feet, and in more ways then one I might add.
They chatted for hours without realising it and when Jenny said her goodbyes she was feeling over the moon, not only had she got his number but also she had got a date. She literally skipped all the way home feeling like a horny teenager, ripped off her clothes when she got in and tried out her new dildo from Annie Somers; already soaking from her fantasies about Toby she plunged her dildo deep into her hole while she frantically rubbed at her slippery clit bringing herself to climax in record time.
Now sitting there, waiting for the gorgeous Toby who she had been fantasising about all week, she started to feel a bit edgy; picking up the phone she began to dial his number. ‘Hello’ a female voice answered, hanging up jenny dialed the number again making sure she hadn’t got a wrong number last time; it rang for about thirty seconds longer this time before the same female voice came shrieking down the phone ‘if that’s one of his little sluts!’ she screamed ‘then you can fuck off cause I’ve kicked the cheating bastard out!’ then she slammed the phone down.
Still sitting there, phone in hand Jenny started to laugh, not because she had been blown out but at the images of Toby being thrown out by his wronged girlfriend; She hadn’t been one of his affair’s she only had a coffee with the cheating scumbag, bloody good-looking scumbag though.
All dressed up with nowhere to go she thought as she fetched a bottle of wine from the fridge, twisting the corkscrew in she thought to herself how much in need of a decent screw she was herself ‘lucky cork’ she giggled to herself. Grabbing a glass from the cupboard she went back to the living room and sat down on the couch. Downing a large glass of the sweet white wine she thought of how much effort she had put into getting ready; she had her legs, armpits and bikini line waxed yesterday, going for the fashionable Brazilian style just in case. Today she had spent the morning dying her light brown hair a little darker, making a right mess with the fake tan, and spent an eternity making sure her make-up was just perfect.
Sliding on her lace top hold-up’s over now golden legs she stood back and admired the effect in her floor to ceiling bedroom mirror, her rounded breasts held up in a black lace bra. With her nipped waist flaring out to pert round bottom, her shape accented by the matching black lace thong which clung to her figure perfectly; standing there in her undies, hold-ups and stiletto’s she imagined being a star in some big production Porno and being fucked by loads of willing men, and maybe a girl or two. Catching herself mid fantasy she started to get dressed, a sexy little red number with matching jacket that hugged in all the right places.
She had stopped herself from getting to hot earlier as she didn’t want to make a mess of her panties, it didn’t really matter to much now she thought as she poured herself another large glass of wine.
Picking up the phone book to find a pizza delivery service, she saw a small ad in the corner, ‘Pete’s pork service, male escorts for hire 0207-43-7537’
Feeling a tingle of excitement run through her body and direct itself to her pants, she grabbed the phone and dialed the number before her sensible side kicked in.
A man with a warm Spanish accent that melted her ear answered ‘hello senorita what is your pleasure’, stammering out her name she began to regurgitate the events of the night to this total stranger, as if in need of it as an excuse for ringing up an escort agency. ‘ Mees Jenny’ the Spaniard interrupted her speedy outpourings ‘you ave no need to explain to me senorita, I know exactly what it is you are looking for; how would you like Raimundo? He is available for the night at �600’
Still a bit flustered Jenny agreed, gave her address and credit card details said thanks goodbye and hung up.
Her heart was thumping where the adrenaline raced through her body, grabbing her glass she gulped the sweet liquid down as she tried to steady herself.
Regaining her composure, rational thought started to make a come back; she hadn’t even asked what this Raimundo looked like or what time he was supposed to be turning up, for all she knew he could be a complete slime-ball with a big fat gut to boot.
Emptying the last of the bottle into her glass Jenny started to feel nervous, butterflies
tickled her stomach with anticipation. Suddenly the phone sprang into life playing her favourite R&B; ring tone, she didn’t recognise the number and wasn’t going to answer it until the intercom started buzzing to; looking out the window she saw a tall figure, his dark hair plastered against his head from the rain. Answering her phone a deep accented voice introduced himself as Raimundo, her date for this evening; Jenny buzzed him in and checked herself in the hall mirror, as she reached for the catch she noticed her hand shaking with nerves and she could hardly cancel now he was on the bloody doorstep she thought.
Opening the door jenny was pleasantly surprised, Raimundo was about 6ft in height with tanned olive skin, his hair and eyes the colour of ebony and the most perfect set of brilliant white teeth which shone like stars in the night sky; high cheek bones and a good jaw line made him look more like a model then a hired fuck machine.
Jenny must have been staring at him for quite awhile when his voice broke through her thought’s ‘are you going to let me in? It’s pretty cold out here and I’m soaked through’. Stepping aside and pointing to the living room she asked him to come in and make himself at home; breathing in his expensive aftershave as he passed her she felt a quiver of excitement run right through her body.
Closing the door she couldn’t help thinking all these really filthy thought’s about the evening ahead, really graphic images kept creeping in her minds eye, all of a sudden she felt a little warm wet spot in the gusset of her thong. Going through to the living room she had found Raimundo removing a very damp coat and asked if she could hang it in the airing cupboard to dry off, ‘I will get you a towel as well, oh and what do you drink? Asking if she had any whisky Jenny went off with soggy coat in hand.
Finding a clean towel was a big enough task but finding some clean knickers was completely out of the question, she had bought the ones she was wearing now yesterday and she hadn’t done a wash-day for ages, only one thing for it she thought ‘Commando’. Taking the towel to the soggy suitor she still couldn’t get over how stunning the guy was, ‘how do you take your drink’ she purred feeling all of her nerves disappear, just like her underwear had.
‘Straight, no ice’ he replied as she turned to fetch the drink’s; reappearing with the bottle and 2 glasses she sat herself next to him on the couch and poured them both a drink, ‘so now I have you here what am I allowed to do with you?’ jenny asked with a wicked smile on her face, the bottle of wine she had consumed earlier and all the excitement had made her extremely horny, all she wanted at this very moment was tucked away in his expensive looking designer trousers.
In one swift gulp she had finished her drink and with nothing but lust in her eyes literally
jumped on the poor guy.
Raimundo couldn’t believe his luck, here he was with a gorgeous girl who was paying for the night and she was rearing to go, the majority of clients he was sent to were either really old or really ugly and really did need to pay for any kind of male attention, they were all hard work too, being as he couldn’t put their heads in brown paper bags and none of them were exactly enthusiastic; so it was all down to him to make it go well. With this girl now, who had straddled his lap and was starting to unbutton his shirt, he looked at her and wondered why she had needed to call an escort, reaching up and cupping the back of her neck in his hand he gently brought her head down to his and started to kiss her passionately on the lips, slowly probing her mouth with his tongue tasting a mixture of whisky and mouthwash. Running his hands through her hair and over her body, Jenny was beginning to regret taking off her panties; she could feel the juice seeping from her sex, being soaked up by her dress and not his trousers she hoped.
He grabbed her thighs and told her to hold on as he stood up with her attached and laid her out on the sofa, he began to slide the zip at the side of her dress until it was completely open then proceeded to rid her of her clothes; lying there in nothing but a bra and hold-ups with her pussy almost naked of hair and slick with anticipation.
‘Ah a Brazilian for the Brazilian’ he laughed teasing apart her swollen labia, sliding a finger over her honey pot he realised how wet for him she was, instantly producing an agonisingly hard erection. Teasing her entire pussy, sometimes massaging her now hard bead then plunging a couple of fingers into her molten channel, but never doing the same thing for long; this drove her wild and she could feel herself opening for him to fill her.
Feeling her need for cock Raimundo stood up and released his wonderfully veined, tanned shaft from its restraints; thick as it was long, his hard prick twitched slightly releasing a tiny drop of dew from its smooth glans. Grabbing Jenny’s legs he threw them over his toned muscular shoulders, knowing this to be an excellent position for deep penetration; he positioned the tip of his cock at the heart of her crimson flower and slowly started to ease his length inside.
Jenny’s moans were becoming louder now, sparks of electric were running all over her body as he pushed in deeper and deeper; licking her fingers she reached down and started to rub her clit. Feeling the muscles of her vagina tighten around his knob, Raimundo knew that she was close to orgasm, thrusting now in a fast but steady rhythm she begged him to fuck her harder almost screaming when she reached her peak and went over it, still slamming his meat relentlessly into her squelching vulva, he grunted and pulled out shooting his precious seed over her belly, strings of pearly white liquid glistened as they dribbled down her side making her giggle as they tickled.
Laying on her side in post orgasmic bliss she told Raimundo how to work the shower and to let himself out as she slipped off into the deepest sleep of her life…………………..
