Mel and Trisha: Blowjobs

By Claire Monday

Mel and Trisha are two very British girls. Very naughty British girls. In this short erotic story, our friends Mel and Trisha are off to explore the world of blow jobs. Well, throat fucking, to be precise. Those of you who follow the lives of Mel and Trisha with regularity will already know that most of their escapades end in disaster. If this particular foray goes wrong then chances are at least one of them will be off to the casualty department. Or maybe ‘that’ clinic again, who knows.

Most times, things go embarrassingly badly for our girls but sometimes, hopefully this time, it will all go fantastically well. And learning a new sexual technique is never without it trials so I’m sure we’ll all learn something or other. In this story, Mel will fulfil a very naughty fantasy and Trisha is going to learn that being a dominatrix can be quite good fun. I wonder how they’ll end up?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Claire Monday
• Release date: May 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311730237

Claire Monday

Hi, I'm Claire.I just love erotic literature. It's my thing. Watching is alright but reading good erotic literature is my thing. Well maybe watching real people screwing but that’s harder to come by, isn't it.In literature, there's a thin line between 'erotic' and 'porn', and sometimes, like the naughty girl I am, I cross it. But what the hell, why not? It's fun!It took me a long time to find it though. I used to write marketing manuals, sales literature and stuff and it was just soooo boring. I mean, mind numbingly boring. Really, who wants to read that on the morning commute when they could be reading filth? So, one day, I decided to go to a literary festival and as I looked through the list of courses and events, one of them took my eye. 'How to write erotic literature'. Bingo. And I've never looked back.And I like it. I find it easy to do because I have a wicked and filthy, fertile mind. And my sex drive is enormous. So why not let yourself go and enjoy it?Mel and Trisha are two girls who live in my head. They are an accumulation of people I've met, things I've seen and stuff I've done throughout my life. Dirty? You Betcha! Hubster is lucky enough to sleep with them every night. I screw with them, talk to them - I invented them. I've set them to live in the north of England. They're clever, bored and they love screwing.So enjoy my Mel and Trisha stories. They're fun, rude and sexy.Love to allClaire x

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Mel and Trisha

Blowjobs

A short story by

Claire Monday

Published by the author at Smashwords

Smashwords edition, v1.05

First published on the 15th of May, 2014

Copyright 2014, Claire Monday, all rights retained

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In this short story, our old friends Mel and Trisha are off to explore the world of blow jobs. Well, throat fucking, to be precise. Those of you who follow the lives of Mel and Trisha with regularity will already know that most of their escapades end in disaster. If this particular foray goes wrong then chances are at least one of them will be off to the casualty department. Or maybe ‘that’ clinic again, who knows.

And it won’t be for the first time, will it? Do you remember what happened when Mel got carried away with the champagne bottle? That’s a night I think we’d all rather forget. Luckily for her, there was just enough left to avert disaster but seriously, it’s enough to put you off for life, isn’t it. And it makes you wonder if this little adventure is going to be any different.

Most times, things go embarrassingly badly for our girls but sometimes, hopefully this time, it will all go fantastically well. And learning a new sexual technique is never without its trials so I’m sure we’ll all learn something or other. In this story, Mel will fulfil a very naughty fantasy and Trisha is going to learn that being a dominatrix can be quite good fun. I wonder how they’ll end up?

Mel and Trisha have been best friends for a very long time, since they met at school in fact. They’re not a couple, just best mates. They’re not gay either, well not in the true ‘lesbian’ sense of the word. They just happen to be next to each other a lot when they’re shagging and they have been known to help each other out when things got busy. Don’t ask me how these things happen, they just do. Trisha, as we know, is still working at the opticians and the job is starting to get to her. Mel on the other hand, is happily working away in the solicitors office.

Talking of which, it’s lunchtime and Trisha is out and about, shopping. Anything to get out of the opticians for a while. Strange how she finds her escape in other shops, isn’t it? It’s a lovely day of clear skies, warm sunshine and a gentle breeze. Any closer and there would be thunder storms but today is a perfect, late spring day. Trisha finds herself in ‘Bradleys’, the local department store, and she’s in the women’s clothing section – no surprise there!

And that, thinks Trisha, is a very nice summer dress. She takes one off the rail and holds it up to the light. Sleeveless, cut to just above the knee, not too low on the chest and pinched at the waist. Now that is nice, says Trisha to herself.

She picks up two size 10’s, one in a yellow print and one in more of a green effect. The yellow is the obvious winner and the one she’s going to buy but what the fuck, it’s lunchtime so why not try both? There’s nothing else to do. She finds a booth in the changing rooms, hangs up the dresses on a peg and strips out of her opticians uniform to nothing more than her knickers. The green dress is on top so it’s that one first.

Trisha takes the dress off the hanger, pulls down the zip and steps into it. With a wiggle she pulls it up over her hips, slips her arms through and has a look at herself in the mirror. It’s alright but not fantastic. I mean it’s not cooking but then again, it’s not hanging right. Perhaps it would sit better if it was zipped up and she needs a bigger mirror to figure it out.

She opens the door and half dressed, steps out of the cubicle. Outside, Trisha looks for an assistant and there aren’t any. Typical. There never is when you want one. But there is a couple out shopping and they’re coming this way. She’s walking into the changing rooms with an armful of blouses, jeans and everything else she’s found. She’s got a look on her face that isn’t happy. Sour. That’s the word for it. Like she’s expecting the world to be right all the time and she’s pissed off because it isn’t and it is always somebody else’s fault. What a miserable cow, thinks Trisha. You’ve got a bloke following you around and still you’re not happy. What more could you want? Cow.

He, predictably, is carrying the bags and it looks like he’s been doing this for way too long. He snatches a glance at Trisha, taking her in. Their eyes meet. She’s on.

Trisha ignores the girl as they cross at the entrance and then walks straight past the boyfriend too, out onto the floor where she stops two steps out. One, two, three – turn around and there he is, facing her. He looks away, embarrassed, so Trisha dives straight in.

There’s never anybody around when you need someone, is there? Be a love and do me up will you? says Trisha, turning around to