Tea time

You’re drinking tea from a bag?” The perfectly coiffed middle-aged lady sitting in the airplane seat next to mine patted me on the knee. She had a lovely British accent; I think they called it a Geordie. “Well, don’t worry your pretty little head, dear. Just another hour until our arrival, and you’ll be served some REAL tea.”

Amused, I smiled and thanked her, glancing down at the pictures on my phone. I had an album entirely filled with selfies from my two best friends, Alex and Billy. They were compete nerds like I, and we had met in a Star Wars fan art group when we were in our early twenties. They were incredibly talented artists, and I had worked with them on several projects. Five years of online friendship and fun ensued, and I finally had two weeks of vacation time to take a trip to the UK for a visit.

Once the plane had landed, I took my phone off airplane mode and texted “THE EAGLE HAS LANDED” to their WhatsApp numbers. I was wearing striped rainbow knee high socks, a beautiful blue kilt, and a white button-up Oxford shirt with a Peter Pan collar. I stood up as everyone exited the plane, feeling like the tiniest one there, a 5′, 115lbs American amongst the tall, elegant British folk. Walking into the airport, I glanced out the great glass window panes at the sky – and it was true, England looked like a lovely painting of beautiful architecture and roaming gangs of storm clouds.

My dear friends were waiting with a sign – “Hello General Kenobi” and I bounced over to them, nearly knocking down their sign. Billy picked me up and spun me around, my short kilt twirling in mid-air. 

“Flora’s here!” He shouted, as people looked over curiously. “Finally!”

He set me down so I could embrace Alex, who of course had the cheek to reach up my skirt and give a sharp smack to my bum so hard I yelped. But we had been friends for so long, I wasn’t remotely surprised. I kissed them both on their cheeks, and took their hands. It took all my best efforts not to bite down on Billy’s lips, but I had just arrived and had plenty of time to visit with my friends.

“What would you like to do first, Flora?” Billy asked.

“Have tea, of course!” I grinned. “Come on, I must check into my hotel, they have a proper tea set up for the guests in the rooms!”

We collected my luggage, and being proper British gents, they insisted on a great show on carrying it for me, flinging my Hello Kitty duffle bags across their chests. We walked past a flower shop, and I was excited to use a pound, so I quickly ran, and bought a daisy to put in my long red hair. 

I checked in quickly to the lovely hotel, charmed by the British manners of the desk clerk. Billy, Alex, and I didn’t even wait for the elevator, instead we ran up the steps, giggling and playful shoving as we all tried to get the top, a mad race. I swiped my key card and we tumbled into the hotel room, falling onto the giant red bed with my luggage.

“Ohh silk sheets,” I said in a fake British accent. “Pip pip and Cheerios and carry on.”

“You sound ridiculous,” Alex said, snapping my bra strap.

I laughed, swatting him playfully. “Fine, I’m dying for a Big Mac and I haven’t seen an American flag in an hour – I’m gonna die! Give me liberty or give me death.”

Alex caught my hands and pushed me back on the bed, mounting me while Billy laughed evilly.

“Oh no!” I shouted. “I know what’s coming! The British!”

They began to tickle me, mercilessly and swiftly, not missing a spot, under my knees, my arms, even the palms of my hand. I laughed uncontrollably until I had enough and took my revenge, kissing Alex passionately, my tongue down his throat. I could feel his dick getting hard beneath his trousers, and he rubbed the full length against my thighs. I kissed Billy next, I’d never leave him out, and bit down on his lower lip a little too hard.

“I’ve been wanting to do ever since I arrived,” I teased him. “Go pour us all some tea.”

“As mistress wishes,” Billy said, grinning, and hopped off the bed. He began carefully pouring the tea into cups.

As he prepared our refreshments, Alex kissed me again and looked into my light green eyes. “Here’s what I’ve wanted to do ever since you arrived.” He turned me over, positioning me onto all fours. Pulling down my white lace panties around my knees, he slapped my ass once again, and then I felt his lips right there, kissing all over my tight bum. His fingers were tracing my little cherry pink asshole and I thought he was about to put his thumb inside me. I gasped when I felt his tongue instead, his hands circling around my thighs. He waited until I was wet enough with his kisses and generous licks, and then got on his knees behind me, ramming his thick cock into my ass. I yelled out, backing myself up into him, craving every inch of that dick.

Billy came around to mouth, sweetly serving me my tea by holding the cup for me as I drank while Alex fucked me from behind.

“I need cream,” I demanded, and Billy obediently unbuckled his belt, removing his pants so he could put his delicious cock in my mouth. 

Alex, growing more excited and harder at every thrust, began fucking me roughly, my body jolting back and forth so I could take Alex deep inside my ass and then slide forward to deep throat Billy. The three of us fucked relentlessly, only stopping for half a second so I could position them just as I needed. I shoved Billy’s hands down to unbutton my blouse and squeeze my tits as he continued to fuck my mouth, and had Alex take my long red head into his hands like a horse’s reins. We triumphantly resumed fucking, and when they both had built up an abundance of cream for me as I had requested, they pulled out, shoving me back on the bed.

Cumming all over me, I put my tongue and teacup out, getting my fair share. Cum was dripping from my chin onto my tits and thighs. I licked it off my nipples, and leaned over to get it all off my legs. 

I drank the rest from my teacup while Billy and Alex watched. I cleaned them both off, licking every inch with care. We redressed to finish our tea and talk about our plans during my visit.

I began to unpack my suitcase into a dresser and smiled to myself, pulling out the bright pink and black bondage gear I had packed. “Billy. Get back into bed.”

“Oh my,” Billy said, quickly hopping onto the bed. “Someone has a naughty, naughty mind. Aren’t I a lucky man.”

Alex grinned evilly, sitting on a chair so he could get a good view of what I had planned for Billy.

“Alex, darling,” I said, handing him my phone and picking up the bondage tape and walking towards Billy. “Would you be a sweetheart and take care of the recording? I would really like to have a video souvenir of my trip.”