phone sex

I woke on the morning after K’s funeral with my cunt and thighs sticky with R’s dried spunk, an immediate reminder of the previous evening. I put off having a shower for as long as I could, simply because I was reluctant to wash away the physical evidence of our glorious fuck.



His parents both left before I headed for the bathroom. His father was off to some farm implement sale and his mother was accompanying a friend who was going to try out a horse they were thinking of buying. They were apologetic that they had to leave but I assured them I was fine, not to mention grateful for their hospitality. I mentioned that R had kindly offered to take me to the airport, and his mum said that meant she wouldn’t have to leave a key for me to lock up with as he still had his own.



After they had gone, I finally went upstairs to shower. I didn’t want to cut it too fine, as I suspected R’s reason for offering a lift was to treat me to a repeat of the previous night and if that were so, I wanted to have enough time to enjoy it. My stomach was fluttering with nervous excitement as I stripped off and turned on the water.



I was rinsing my hair under the powerful flow when I heard the bathroom door opening. Instantly I started to shake and a pulse began to throb between my legs. I looked around the edge of the shower curtain to see R lounging against the door frame. He was wearing jeans and an open-necked turquoise shirt that made his eyes look greener than ever.



“I timed that perfectly,” he said with a half-smile. “Come out from behind that curtain so I can look at you.” I did so, obediently moving along the bath so that nothing obscured his view. I felt vulnerable being naked while he was fully clothed, standing meekly for his appraisal as his gaze swept up and down my body, but it merely turned me on even more.



“Well, that’s got me hard as a rock,” he said at last, and sure enough I could see a bulge in the crotch of his jeans. “Or at least that and the thought of what I’m going to do to you.” He smiled again, a confident smile that showed he knew he was completely in control and that I was, once again, utterly submissive to his wishes. “Since you’ve a plane to catch, we’d best not waste any time,” he added, beginning to unbuckle his belt as he spoke. My juices were already flowing, but at his directness they began to gush in a torrent to rival the still-running shower. I was breathing quickly through parted lips, my eyes riveted on his, my nipples standing out like acorns and legs still shaking; a picture of arousal. Staring at me almost challengingly as he slowly unzipped his jeans, he said softly, “Turn around.”



I swallowed hard and obeyed, turning my back to him. I love being taken from behind. I was trembling uncontrollably with anticipation, desperately awaiting his touch. When it finally came — a fingertip tracing a line from the nape of my neck to a fraction above my buttocks — I gasped and shuddered violently. In the same soft, almost husky voice, he said, “Bend over.”



Despite my shaking knees, I managed to do as I was told, using my hands against the bathroom wall for support. I heard the rustle of denim that told me his jeans had fallen to the floor, then he said “Spread your legs for me.”



I did so immediately. Seconds later his hand glided between my slippery thighs and I jolted with excitement again.



“Someone’s turned on,” he said with amusement, dipping his finger into my oily wetness and spreading it across my clit, which made me quiver and moan. He had barely touched me and I was already well on the way to an orgasm.



With a hand on my back, R pressed gently downwards and I bent over further, gripping the far edge of the bath. Without any further conversation or foreplay, he suddenly pushed the whole length of his cock firmly into my throbbing, dripping cunt. I shrieked from a mixture of surprise and delight and came instantly, a huge feverish burst of heat that rippled outwards from my plundered core.



R proceeded to fuck me hard and fast, his hands on my shoulders pulling me onto his cock, his balls slapping wetly against my arse, which I pressed back against him hungrily. He brought me off three times in quick succession before he slowed the pace, drawing back then pushing in deep again almost lazily. I was dripping with sweat, panting like a bitch in heat, bruised from the force of his thrusts, and in absolute ecstasy. I’d had more orgasms in the last sixteen hours with R than in the last six months with N, and since I knew he hadn’t come yet I guessed there were more on the way.



I felt R’s hands move down my back and come to rest on my buttocks. He kneaded them roughly, before his thumb brushed my tightly puckered hole, making me shiver.



“How long is it since you’ve had a cock up your arse?” he whispered. His words made my cunt contract around his slowly-moving rod with excitement and apprehension.



“No-one’s ever shagged my arse except you,” I replied, completely truthfully.



“Really?” I could hear the surprise in his voice. “But you used to love it.” One of his fingers was working into my arsehole as he spoke and my legs were trembling harder than ever at the unfamiliar but not unwelcome intrusion.



“I know,” I muttered. Even though I knew he couldn’t see my face, I felt myself blushing at what I was about to confess. “I wanted to keep something special, something that I only did with you.”



“I’m honoured,” R murmured. I thought he was being sarcastic, but for a second his finger stopped moving and his other hand briefly caressed the back of my neck. “And all the more reason to do it now. Let’s call it for old times’ sake.”



I didn’t protest, although I doubt it would have made much difference if I had. R knew me too well, knew I would do anything he said when it came to sex. It’s weird, because with anyone else or in any other situation I’m confident, opinionated and not afraid to take control, but faced with R — or, more accurately, R’s cock — I willingly submit to his every demand.



He withdrew his cock and pulled his finger out of my arse at the same time and I whimpered involuntarily. Instead he pushed two fingers into my dripping cunt and used the slick juices to lubricate my anal passage. I gasped at the insertion of both fingers into my tight hole, but it was mainly with pleasure. He did this several times, rubbing carefully all around my rear end and using his strong fingers to try and stretch me open. Once I was lubed up to his satisfaction, he briefly re-inserted his prick into my cunt to coat it afresh. I was trembling uncontrollably with anticipation and excitement. Seconds later, I felt his hard moist knob touch my arsehole and I quivered even more as it began to press inwards.



Over the next few minutes R was surprisingly patient and gentle, easing his way in gradually. At the same time he was utterly relentless — the only way this was going to end was with his cock in my arse. I gasped and wriggled as I felt myself beginning to be stretched as millimetre by millimetre, his prick worked itself inside. As I said earlier, his tool isn’t exactly a baby’s arm but it’s still big and thick, and it was years since it — or anything like it — had last been up there, so it was almost like having my anal cherry popped all over again.



“Jesus, you’re so tight,” R muttered. “Is it hurting?”



“Yes, but it’s a good hurt,” I gasped. There was a long moment of steady, insistent pressure, then I felt the unmistakable popping sensation of his cock-head breaking through my tight ring of muscle and sliding in a couple of inches. I winced involuntarily while R exhaled in triumph. From that point on it was easier, and within seconds I could feel the entire meaty length of his cock nestled in my aching arse while his heavy balls rested against my sopping cunt lips.



R’s patience and gentleness ended there. Once fully inside, he gripped my hips tightly, then after a couple of long, slow strokes to really open me up, he began to pump his cock in and out of my arsehole unmercifully. I cried out in mingled pain and absolute, exhilarating pleasure, begging him to fuck my arse hard, and he was more than willing to oblige, his balls banging against me as he pulled out to the tip and then plunged in to the hilt, over and over again. My legs and back were cramping with having been bent over the bath for so long but I didn’t care, I would have stood there all day if it meant having R’s cock buried inside me.



I’d never been able to come purely from anal stimulation, and R remembered. We were both panting hard and I could tell from the frequent groans he was emitting that he wasn’t far away. I felt his hand leave my hip and reach round to touch my clit, rubbing it with his fingertip. It was like an electric shock and I shrieked again as I came. The spasms rippling from my cunt made my arse squeeze around his cock. Even more so than yesterday I felt his tool swell as he shoved it in deep and held it there, then with a grunt of pleasure he shuddered and his cock erupted within the tight walls of my arse. The sensation of R’s creamy jizz spurting inside my bowels was just incredible and I moaned happily as it gushed into me. R deliberately pulled out just before he finished, spraying my buttocks and thighs with the last of his hot spunk.



Once he let go of my hips I practically collapsed into the bath. The shower was still running and I crawled back underneath the spray to wash off the sweat and sperm — admittedly most of the latter was still up my arse, leaving me with a warm slippery feeling inside. R rinsed off his cock and dried it on a towel, before briskly zipping his jeans up once more. Before he left me to finish washing and drying myself, he gripped my chin in one hand, pulled my face to his and kissed me hard.



“That was fucking amazing,” he breathed as our lips parted, and I could only nod in agreement.



After R went downstairs to have a coffee while he waited for me, I finished off in the bathroom, dried my hair and got dressed, reliving every moment of our encounter as I did so. I could feel my arse throbbing rhythmically, a painful but very welcome reminder. I was still so tight that hardly any of R’s spunk had leaked out of my rear passage yet, so I still felt slimy and full. For the return journey I’d brought a simple navy linen summer dress that reached a point about an inch above my knees and a cream lightweight jacket so that I’d be comfortable on the plane. Today I was bare-legged with cream wedge-heeled sandals.



When I reached the sitting room, R looked up and wolf-whistled. I did a little mock-twirl and we grinned at each other. Even though we should both have been feeling guilty, there was no awkwardness or regret at all.



R was just rinsing his cup when my mobile phone rang. It was N, ringing to see how the funeral had gone. I confess to feeling the first little prickle of guilt at the sound of his voice. I turned away from R to face the wall while I had a low-voiced conversation. I didn’t really want to get into a long drawn-out discussion but N insisted on asking my advice about some correspondence we’d received that morning, which needed an urgent response. As he was explaining the various options, I suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of a zip being lowered behind me. Before I had a chance to think about what this meant, R’s hands touched my thighs and began to slide my dress up and over my waist.



It was like being punched in the stomach with desire. You can call me all the cheating, whoring names under the sun, but nothing in my life has excited me as much as that moment, the moment my ex-lover moved the crotch of my panties aside and pushed his cock inside me, while my boyfriend’s voice chattered in my ear. Instantly I was as wet as I’d ever been, so wet that my juices actually dripped out of me onto the carpet. With my free hand I reached out to steady myself against the wall as R moved slowly back and forth. I closed my eyes and rocked gently in rhythm with his exquisite strokes. I had to clench my teeth together to stop myself from making any giveaway noises as I approached orgasm, and R obviously guessed what a struggle that was because he let go of my hips, bracing himself against my splayed-apart thighs instead. With one hand he took the phone and held it to my ear so that I could support myself with both hands on the wall, and the other he placed over my mouth to stifle my moans of ecstasy. It was the sheer naughtiness of the situation as much as the stimulation of my clit and cunt lips that brought me to a violent climax, the knowledge that I was writhing on the end of R’s prick to a soundtrack of N’s voice in my ear.



N was asking where I was, so with a superhuman effort to sound normal I removed R’s hand from my mouth and managed to make an excuse about the line breaking up, even while I was shaking with the after-effects of my peak. Still R’s cock sank in and out smoothly from the hilt to the tip, and I struggled to focus on N’s voice.



“Keep him talking,” R breathed softly in my free ear, so quietly I only just heard him. “I want to cum inside you while he’s still on the phone.”



I had a little shuddering spasm just at R’s words. I managed to stammer out a question to N, to make him repeat something he’d already said. Meanwhile R quickened his pace, thrusting more urgently. One hand still held the phone to my ear, the other found my clit and caressed it teasingly. I wanted to cry and yell with delight and pure enjoyment, at the incomparably wonderful sensation of R’s cock pumping in and out of my well-used cunt, but somehow I bit my lip and stayed silent.



Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, I heard R sigh into my ear. He held himself rigid, arching into me, his hand on my clitoris pulling me hard against him and I felt his cum spurt into me once more. I came at the same time, fluttering on his cock while it filled me with a stream of hot jizz, and my boyfriend’s voice in my other ear told me how much he was looking forward to seeing me again later. It was the most erotic moment of my life.



As I clumsily wound up the phone conversation, R pulled out, replaced my knickers and wiped his cock against the crotch. He pulled my dress down and I heard him zipping himself up before I turned around.



“For God’s sake, let’s get you to the airport before I have to fuck you again,” he said, only half-joking. There was no time to change or even clean up, so we drove the forty or so miles with R’s spunk seeping out of both my holes and pooling in the crotch of my panties. Once at the airport, he kissed me again and whispered “Let’s not leave it so long next time.” I spent the entire flight daydreaming about the glorious fucking I’d just had.



I didn’t get away with it. Hardly surprisingly, having two helpings of fresh spunk fired straight into my unprotected womb had rather major consequences. Nine months after spreading my legs for R’s cock, I was spreading them again to give birth to our daughter. N thinks she’s his, since I managed to manufacture a ‘burst condom’ story and fudged the dates, but I know better. Especially as I think she’s going to have black hair and green eyes. Just like her father…

Pete was crazy, couldn’t keep it in his pants and lost his job. Luckily, he got an even better job but this time, his loving wife struggled with fidelity. Make sure you make it all the way to the exciting sexual finale.



*



Pete Murray is a great guy, the type that everybody gets on with. He’s in his early 30′s, been married to a gorgeous young woman, Sandy, for just 3 years now, no kids, but they have just started planning for one. They have a good active sex life although she is a bit prudish, not too worldly where sex is concerned.



He’s smart too, got himself a great middle management position in one of those large corporations. The company is based in one of those small towns where the business dominates the town. 75% of the town’s workforce works for the company, there’s a very rich family at the top – the patriarch is Tom Collins, who seems to relish controlling the lives of the people around him. Tom would be in his mid 60′s now.



Pete and Sandy were pretty excited when he got the executive job at the company, even though it meant leaving all their friends and family to move to this small mid-west town.



Now Pete’s a pretty straight-up guy, he’s got an eye for good looking women, but he hasn’t strayed since marrying Sandy, not that he hasn’t looked pretty hard at some of the attractive women who have crossed his path. But he just flirts with them, tells them how good they look, asks them what they’re doing that night. It’s usually all just good fun.



Well, it was good fun until Tom Collins’ granddaughter came on the scene. It was the week of her 18th birthday, she was just completing high school and Stephanie called by Pete’s office as she had done regularly since he had started at the company 6 months ago. Only today seemed different … very different.



Stephanie purposely closed his office door behind her and seemed to step more seductively across the room than Pete had ever noticed before. It was her dress too, even that seemed sexier, more mature. It clung to her, hugged the curves of her body, yet it wasn’t tight on her. The material bounced around her legs as she walked … it was short, only came to midway between her crotch and her knees.



Pete thought she looked exceptionally good today. “Hi sweetie,” he greeted her in a paternal tone, being 15 years older, watching her slink around the corner of his desk, “what’s new?” he asked, trying to keep the conversation light and chirpy.



Stephanie came around the corner of his desk and raised her right leg up until her knee rested on the desk edge, causing her dress to lift and revealing a fair expanse of her left leg that was still on the floor. He couldn’t avoid looking at the bare skin of her thigh, even though he knew even a flicker of his eyes would give her cause to comment.



“Looks to me that you might like the look of me in this dress … or maybe Peter would prefer the look of me out of this dress even more?”



Pete was unnerved by how bold she was today, “I always like the way you look, Stephanie, you’re a hot teenager,” purposely using the age description to hopefully soften her enthusiasm.



“I hope that’s not how you see me, Peter … as a teenager?”



He loved the way she said his name, never abbreviating it the way everybody else did. And her voice, she sounded so sultry and sexy, like she had been taking lessons in seduction.



“I might still technically be a teenager, but I’m legal from this week, so now the balls in your court, Peter. You know about balls, I’m sure … do you have them, Peter? Do you have the balls?”



Ignoring her sexual connotation, he instead dwelt on what she meant, “Legal, what do you mean legal?”



“Yes, I’m 18 today, now I can have sex with anyone I want to in this state, and no court will convict the man. How does that make you feel, Peter? I’ve got to tell you, it makes me feel very excited.” She reached her hand out and grabbed the arm of his chair, spinning it around so he faced her and before he knew what she was doing, she had slipped from the desk edge and backed onto his lap.



Pete felt the heat of her arse through the flimsy little dress as she ground it around, obviously causing his clothed cock to respond quickly. She sat with her back to him but she turned her head around, her long blonde below-the-shoulder hair flicking his face, “So what you got there for me, Peter? Umm, feels good, I want to feel that grow under me.”



‘My God,’ thought Pete, ‘she has never been this forward with me before … she is so hot!’ Before he could determine how dangerous this was becoming, he felt his cock responding quickly, stiffening in his pants. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t pointed downward where it could have slipped into a trouser leg. No, it was pointing up and when it grew it shaped itself perfectly between the cheeks of her arse that she was happily wriggling around on him, seemingly attempting to capture his shaft there just the way it did.



“Oh God, is that all you? Peter, I have to have that, you can be my first legal sex partner.”



“No Stephanie, just a minute,” he protested, fearing that he was losing control of this situation, one that could likely end badly. “We can’t do this, we can’t do anything.”



“Ah Peter, I have been waiting for this day, ever since you came to granddad’s company. I’ve been counting the days down until my 18th birthday … its today and I want my present from you right now.” Her words were of a spoilt schoolgirl but the sultry tone was getting to Pete’s libido.



She surprised him by lifting out of his lap, turning around and sitting back in the middle of the desk, swiftly lifting both feet up to perch them on the desk edge. That move of course lifted her knees up and she spread them as he spun in his chair to face her so that he was once more seated as he normally would be at his desk. Except that now Stephanie sat directly in front of him on his desk, her legs up, knees spread, the slinky dress had fallen back so far that it covered nothing but her waist. Her long slender legs were totally exposed and as his gaze followed the line of her thighs, he saw that she wore no underwear, he was looking straight at her shaved hairless pussy.



“You’re … oh God, you’re not … you’re not wearing any panties,” Pete seemed to stutter aloud as his gaze took in the spread pussy before him. He could see her outer lips already parted, they were very moist, he could see the pink inner lining of her vulva. It looked so tempting, laid out for him as it was.



“Of course I’m not, I needed to show you, for you to see what you can have … right here … right now. You can just take me … oh Peter, I so want you. My birthday present will be your treat too.”



Pete’s mind went berserk. He truly could see one of the finest looking pussies he had ever laid eyes on. This was so tempting, yet in the six months he had known her, he had always warned himself that she was jail-bait. ‘But 18 is legal in this state, she’s right,’ he reassured himself as he actually contemplated having her here and now on her terms. After all, the hard-on in his pants was so big it was almost painful.



“I am so ready,” she told him, “can you see how wet I am,” and she used one of her fingers to trawl between her nether lips and offer the wet digit in front of his face. He could smell her sex on her finger before she pushed it between his lips and he sucked on her juices. “You can just slide yourself in there. I want it so badly, Peter,” her words drawing his eyes to look beyond her carnal treats to engage with her eyes. “What are you waiting for, it’s all yours? Give it to me now.”



Reason and all logical thought left him as he stood up, his hands dropping to his trousers, unzipping them and letting them fall around his feet.



“Yeah, that’s better, oh goodie, how do you want me?” she said eagerly, coming forward and sliding her arse off his desk, wrapping her arms around his neck and stretching her face up toward him. His lips found hers and he kissed her passionately, their mouths opening mutually, their tongues wrestling for supremacy. She flattened her teenage body against his impressive hard-on.



One hand unfolded from around his neck and slipped down between their bodies. He felt her grasping the waistband of his boxers and then they too were gone and he felt skin against skin, his rubbing on hers. If there had been a pang of conscience in Pete about where this was heading, it disappeared when he felt his hard erection pressed flatly against her smooth tummy.



He broke the kiss, spun her body around so that she faced away from him and pushed her upper body down on his desk, her impressive breasts flattened against the surface.



“What are you doing, Peter?”



“I want to watch that great arse of yours while I take you,” he told her, now taking charge of the situation. His hands pulled her dress up her thighs and pushed it up and over the smooth cheeks of her arse, letting the bottom hem lie at her waist on her partly exposed back. Now Pete truly could see the perfect formation of her arse and below her tiny anal opening, he could see most of the long deep slit of her labia lips. As much as he appreciated the look of a feminine arse, he wasn’t into anal. He wanted her the usual way. Eager to be inside her, he grasped his hard-on and centred it at her vaginal opening. With little pause, he manoeuvred the cock head so that it pushed into her.



So preoccupied in getting his cock into this hot young body, Pete hadn’t seen the little minx reach across and push the phone’s intercom button marked Tom Collins — his boss and her grandfather.



As Pete applied pressure to his initial thrust into her hot body, he was completely stunned to hear Stephanie suddenly scream out “Is this going to hurt, Mr. Murray?” His cock head was warmly and wetly engulfed by her tight vagina, the feeling was exquisite.



But he so loved the way she said his first name … what was happening? “What, what are you saying? Keep calling me Peter … why are you calling me Mr. Murray?”



“Oh please, don’t hurt me, I’m a virgin, you know … I told you that.”



“What, what do you mean a virgin?” Pete was incredulous, wondering why she was talking the way she was, but failing to see the warning signals as his head spun from the feelings washing through his body as he steadied and then pushed once more. He watched intently as his shaft began to disappear up into her succulent vagina, enjoying too the sight of her wonderful smooth arse cheeks, resplendent before his eyes. Her anal ring seeming to wink up at him as her cheeks stretched with his thrust into her vagina.



“I mean that you’re my first, Mr. Murray … oh please don’t make it hurt!”



“I don’t know what you’re talking about … you’re no virgin, you’ve wanted this for months.”



He ignored what he thought were her ramblings and pushed hard once more. He saw his erection disappear completely inside the hot young teenager’s body, felt her passage grip him tightly, milking his shaft. Her body was giving off much different signs to what her words were saying.



Pete pulled back, then drove hard in again. She responded similarly with her vaginal passage gripping his hard erection, but from her lips, she told him, “Oh Mr. Murray, you’re hurting me.”



“I’m not, don’t be so stupid,” he told her as he plunged once more deep into her willing and compliant body.



Pete had completely lost himself in the moment, her hot young body sucked his cock into her so tightly, and the way she moved beneath him reassured him despite the stupid words she was uttering. He plunged it into her again and again. ‘Oh, if only this would last for an hour,’ he thought as all too soon he felt his release approaching. ‘Oh, don’t cum yet … what is this, I usually last longer than this, it must be that her body is so hot.’



She must have sensed that his finish was approaching, probably from the way he now breathed so heavily. He plunged on, knowing that he couldn’t hold out – barely two or three strokes more – when she screamed out, “Oh please, don’t make me pregnant!”



“Haven’t you got protection?” he mumbled as he felt his cock jerk and his potent cum burst from his tip, spilling deep inside her body.



“Why would I have protection, I never expected that you would try to seduce me right here in your office,” she screamed back at him, her hand slipping across to the intercom button and returning his phone system to normal.



His cock pumped another bountiful load of his cum into the tight vagina beneath him. “What’s that mean, you came on to me?” he told her just as the office door opened and he saw the company owner, Tom Collins stride through the door. “Oh shit!” muttered Pete.



“Jesus Peter, what in hell are you doing to my granddaughter, you randy young prick? Can’t you keep it in your pants for Gods sake?” the old man accused.



“She … she … err, she came on to me, Mr. Collins … really she did,” Pete stuttered, his penis, still pulsing and ejecting his cum, embedded deep into the hot young body beneath him. His pleasure peaking at this moment was so great that even confronted by his boss striding into his office, Pete just couldn’t withdraw until his cock had ceased to pulse out its seed into the hot young vagina beneath him.



“Don’t give me that crap, I heard it all, you raped the poor girl. Get off her, let her up. Are you okay, Stephanie?”



“No papa,” like turning on a switch, she managed to start sobbing now, “I didn’t want this, I was just having a few laughs with Mr. Murray. He took advantage of me, papa.”



It had taken a while to dawn on Pete, but he now knew that he had been set up. Why, he didn’t know and never really found out. He thought that she might have just done it because she could. Just testing the power of being a spoilt little rich kid.



Of course, he was bounced out the door almost before he could wipe his cock dry. Tom Collins told him that he wouldn’t press charges, and he was paid all that he was entitled to. Later, Pete would wonder whether maybe Tom really knew what his granddaughter was like.



The hardest thing was for Pete to have to tell Sandy. She wondered why he turned up at home at 11 in the morning. “What’s happened, Pete, why are you home in the middle of the day?”



“I just got sacked.”



“My God, why, what have you done?”



“I … err … I…” he struggled to say the words, knowing that his marriage could now be over as quickly as his job. “You’re not going to believe this, I’m not even sure I do, … but I … err, I got caught banging the chairman’s granddaughter.”



“What? Banging? You mean you had sex with her?”



Pete dropped his head, unable to look his wife in the eyes. “Yes, I think I was set up.”



“Honey, whether you were or not, what were you thinking by having sex with another woman, am I not good enough for you?”



“Of course you are, Sandy, you’re all I need. It’s just that it was there, all in front of me, exposed, naked. I got sucked in, her hot 18-year-old pussy looked so inviting, so easy to have. She was begging me to do it to her, said it would be my birthday present to her.”



“My God, you men are hopeless, always thinking with your cock. Why on earth can’t you keep it in your pants? Come on, you better sit down and tell me the whole story.”



You cannot say that Sandy took it well, because she didn’t. She was furious at her husband after he related the whole sorry saga, but she told him that she would resist storming out of their marriage … at least for now. She suggested that their marriage would be on probation for the next 12 months and if Pete so much as pointed his naked cock at another woman, they would be finished.



Pete even told her that he would totally understand if she felt the need to retaliate, to have another man. He said it was up to her if she wanted to, and that she didn’t even have to tell him if she did. But Sandy told Pete that his infidelity was bad enough, she wouldn’t compound their problems or ease his conscience by doing the same as he had done.



Chapter Two



Naturally, they had to leave town because the company was the major employer there. Pete was actually quite lucky though, he bounced back in no time and scored what promised to be an even better job. Amazingly, there were several similarities with his new job. Again, it was with a major corporation that was also family owned and was also based in a small town that the company dominated.



This time, the company chairman and family patriarch was Brian Hayes, a bit younger though, probably in his early fifties. Pete and Sandy had only been there for a few weeks when they got invited to a party at Brian Hayes’ mansion just on the edge of town. Brian and his wife Penny were at the front door to greet all the guests as they arrived. Although almost a generation older than them, Sandy noted that the 50-plus Brian was quite a good-looking man and she was impressed at how enthusiastic he seemed to be about her Pete. Brian even told her that Pete had a great future with the company. All of that conversation was just inside the front door as they arrived. Pete and Sandy had a great time there, moving around, talking to others, most of whom worked for the company, and most seemed quite warm and welcoming to the newcomers in this town.



Sandy had drunk quite a bit through the evening and about 11pm she decided she better go pee – and soon. She headed off down the hall and tried the bathroom door. “Occupied!” a woman’s voice trilled back at her from behind the closed door.



Sandy mumbled her frustration under her breath and began to pace around a bit outside the bathroom door, silently admonishing herself for not going earlier before her need had become urgent. She had left it until she was now busting to pee. She tapped on the door, “Are you going to be long? I need to go real soon,” she told the person inside.



“I have a bit of a problem,” the female voice told her back.



“Well, so do I,” announced Sandy, wondering if ‘a bit of a problem’ for the woman behind the door meant that she was caught short with an unexpected period or maybe there was a couple behind that door. Perhaps even a pair who didn’t come to the party with each other and were using the bathroom for an illicit quickie. Sandy smiled at her vivid imagination, amazed that her thoughts would go that way … perhaps it was the alcohol.



Just as Sandy squeezed her pelvic muscles for the third time, attempting to stem the pressing pee, the hostess Penny Hayes came down the hallway. “Looks like you need to be on the other side of that door, my dear, can I help?”



“Oh God, is it that obvious?” said Sandy, her feet marking time on the spot, “I should have gone earlier, and now I’m busting.”



“Come on, I can let you use the upstairs bathroom. It’s normally off limits at our parties because it’s amazing how some people leave a bathroom when they’ve done what they have to do, but I can see your need is great.”



Sandy followed Penny to the stairs. Just as they reached the bottom step, they passed Penny’s husband Brian, “I’m going to show Sandy here where the upstairs bathroom is, darling, she has an urgent need.”



“Don’t we all,” said Brian and Sandy wondered at the strange look on his face. But more so, she was embarrassed that Penny had informed her husband of Sandy’s pressing problem.



The two women climbed the stairs and Penny led the way to two impressive large doors at the end of the second floor hallway. She opened them up to what was obviously the master bedroom. Then, waving her hand off in the direction of another door in the corner of the large room, Penny said, “You can use our en-suite in through that door.”



Politely thanking her hostess, Sandy darted across the bedroom to the door as directed and she heard Penny close the large doors behind her. Hiking her dress up around her hips, she slipped her hands into each side of her panties and slid them down around her knees. She perched daintily over the toilet seat and did what needed to be done. Sandy tore off some paper, wadded it and patted away any residue wetness from her vulva.

As she stood and turned to drop the toilet paper into the bowl, Sandy heard the door handle behind her rattle. “Occupied!” she called out, just as the inhabitant of the downstairs toilet had done to her. Then with her dress still bunched around her hips, she bent forward, her hands reaching down to pull her panties back up into place.



“What a delectable sight,” a male voice said from behind her, startling Sandy who didn’t realise that the sound of the door handle was actually the sound of the bathroom door opening. In her haste to pee, she had not locked the door, in fact had not even properly closed it.



“Pardon me, but I said occupied,” Sandy said angrily to the unidentified male who sounded close enough to be standing right behind her. Sandy was indignant that whoever it was would be audacious enough to come through the door after she had called out that it was occupied.



Anxious to again be fully clothed, she tried to tug her panties up, wondering why they wouldn’t rise with her hands. Then looking down between her legs, she saw the man’s shoe between her knees from behind, it was above her panties and as she pulled on them, wanting them up, the man’s shoe held them where they hung — around her knees.



“What do you think you’re doing, do you mind?” she asked angrily, now turning her head around to see who it was, hoping that somehow it might be her Pete playing a joke on her. But as her eyes focussed on the man’s face, she saw that it was definitely not Pete. She recognised her host Brian — her husband’s boss, the man who downstairs had looked at her strangely as he said “Don’t we all” in response to his wife telling him that Sandy had an urgent need.



As the tall 50-plus man smiled at her, she felt his hands softly caressing the smooth rounded globes that were the cheeks of her arse. “What a great arse,” he told her admiringly, “you know, nothing beats the smooth silky skin of a young woman’s arse … oh, what I could do with this.”



His words made her nervous … very nervous. Sandy wanted to berate this man for his offensive intrusion into her privacy, her space … but on seeing who it was – that it was indeed Pete’s boss – she determined to mellow her anger just a little. “Can you please let me make myself decent?”



“Decent is the last thing I want you to be, my dear. I would much prefer for you to be very indecent for me, can you be naughty for me … very naughty?”



“Mr. Hayes, I don’t think that’s appropriate. Could you please remove your foot so that I can pull my panties up?”



“What’s this Mr. Hayes nonsense? Please call me Brian,” responded her host.



“Err, Brian, I don’t feel comfortable with this … can you please let me pull my panties up.”



He ignored her request, bringing his foot down heavily on the roll of her panties and they tore from her hands and fell beneath his foot to the floor. His hands continued to softly fondle the smooth skin of her arse cheeks and Sandy stood, partially unclothed — the bottom half of her dress still rolled around her waist, her back to the man, pondering her next move. What did he intend to do? Should her anger rise, should she demand that he leave her alone and get out of the bathroom? But even as she contemplated that move, she thought of what repercussions might come on Pete in his new job.



‘Oh, why did I have so much to drink? I can’t think straight,’ thought Sandy.



Brian’s hands gripped her shoulders and turned her around to face him. Somewhat intoxicated and suddenly chillingly nervous, she looked up into the powerful man’s eyes. In spite her immediate fear and the huge age difference, she strangely thought again how handsome he looked. But then she forced herself to cast aside his appearance to face the threat that he now presented. What did he want of her, and more importantly, what could she deliver?



She stood there, fully clothed from the hips up, but bare and feeling vulnerable right where it mattered most. She was relieved that by turning her around, his hands had stopped what had been a far too pleasant fondling of the smooth skin of her arse. In her alcoholic haze, that had felt way too good to Sandy and she felt guilty that she had enjoyed the moment.



His eyes were probing, self consciously she sought to avoid his hypnotic gaze by dropping her eyes downward. She was shocked to be confronted by the sight of his hard cock, standing straight out from the fly opening in his trousers, the head a purple hue. “Oh my God no!” she said loudly, “what are you doing, what do you want?”



“I thought that would be obvious, my dear.” His hands on her shoulders pulled her fiercely against his body, his mouth sought out hers and he kissed her strongly, his tongue forcing its way between her lips. She tried to resist opening her mouth, but his stiffened tongue was insistent. Her lips relented and his tongue slid into her mouth, immediately contacting her own, although she tried to retract it, hide it deep inside. Their tongues wrestled and a sensual wave of feelings washed through her, causing her legs to wobble, her knees shaking. His strong hands held her shoulders powerfully.



The kiss broke and although shaken by it, she was grateful that his hands held her firmly. Otherwise, she may have fallen. Not wanting to look again at that hard physical object of his lust that jutted from his trousers, she was forced to engage his eyes once more. “You are a beautiful young woman, Sandra. When I saw you at my door tonight, I determined that I would have you before midnight. You are my Cinderella.”



“No I can’t, I am married and I love my husband,” she protested.



“That’s wonderful, my dear, and so you should. But what I feel and what I want of you is not love. I simply want your beautiful body. It will be an act of lust, it will be powerful and I hope that you will enjoy it as much as me. But if you don’t, then that’s just bad luck, because I intend to have you now. I am a powerful man in this company, in this town, and I am accustomed to getting what I want.”



She felt his hands leave her shoulders, then immediately she felt them gripping the backs of her thighs, one on each, high up just below the cheeks of her arse. Sandy felt herself lifted up in his powerful arms as he perched her arse back against the edge of the vanity. He moved closer, between her widely spread thighs, held apart by his firm hold on them. Instinctively, she threw her arms up and around his neck to avoid her upper body from toppling back onto the vanity, but hating the signal of possession that it sent to him.



She gasped as she felt the heat and rigidity of that hard cock she had briefly seen between them as it touched her open vulva. The solid mass of his manhood stroked its way through the spread of her soft inner lining, finding her moist, adding his own oozing pre-cum to her light wetness.



He stroked it several times, bringing a strong shudder from her every time it stroked high enough to swipe across her budding clitoral tip. “Please don’t do this, I don’t want you, I can’t do this,” she forced herself to say, feeling that she owed it to her husband to tell this to his new boss.



“I think you do, my dear. I can see the sexual hunger in your eyes.”



Sandy was confused, filled with mixed emotions, anxious to protect the sanctity of her marriage, but strangely drawn to the danger of this situation. Was it the effect of the alcohol that made this man sinisterly attractive to her, or was there a thought of retribution to what Pete had so recently done to their marriage vows. She knew she shouldn’t want this, but there was a part of her that seemed tempted to try it, to stop resisting and let him have his way. ‘Oh, if only I was still sober,’ she thought.



Through the haze of the alcohol, she appreciated that he hadn’t entered her immediately. His hands had her so spread open that he could have, but she wouldn’t have been ready and it may have hurt. In spite of this awkward position propped on the vanity, her body had responded quite quickly and she was now very wet. She knew that from the sloshing sound and the splendid feelings that were permeating through her lower body as his firm hard cock slid up and down that natural channel between her inner labia.



She had sometimes wondered how it would feel to have another man — a stranger — doing all the good things that her husband did to her. She thought that might be every woman’s dark fantasy. Now she was beginning to know what it might feel like … and so far that feeling was very good. It seemed like all the best times with Pete. But still, there was a conscience that tried to tell her she should resist more, to tell this man that she wasn’t that sort of woman … a woman who surrendered so meekly to a raw carnal approach. But deeper down, she was discovering that she was.



She felt him centring the hard knob of his cock — she knew it was almost too late now – and then there it was, just the head pushing up into her. “Oh God yes!” escaped from her lips before she could take the words back and her arms tightened around his neck, hanging on, steeling her body for the inevitable first thrust that she knew was imminent. And then it came, the coarse hard strength of this man’s firm erection thrusting upward into her open body, pushing in one long slow stroke, all the way, filling her with his power, his raw desire. How did he do that in this awkward position, her body perched precariously between the vanity and his cock?



She let out a long throaty moan from that incredible feeling of fullness as his cock totally filled her passage, her wet inner lining gripping the hard skin of him. ‘I can feel the meaty skin … oh my goodness, no!’ she thought, suddenly recognising that she was unprotected. “You’re not using a condom,” she shrieked in his ear.



“I never do,” he answered so very matter of factly as his cock slid backwards from her until only the head remained, her tight wet passage clinging to it wantonly, reluctant to let it go.



“But please, you must,” she begged, “Pete and I are trying to have a baby, I’ve got no protection.”



In reply, he thrust again, even harder and firmer than the first time and she grunted like a Russian tennis player hitting a volley. “Then there’s a bonus, I can help to get you pregnant,” he informed her.



“But I don’t want your child, I want Pete’s.”



“It’ll be okay!” he tried to reassure her, his whole being intent on one thing now, having this woman completely, all the way.



“No, it won’t be, oh please, stop and put a condom on, I’m begging you.”



He had settled into a pleasant rhythm that even she was enjoying. Inside, she saw that he was a man who always got what he wanted so she knew it was unlikely that he would do as she asked. She tried another angle, “Then please, I beg you, don’t cum inside me … can you pull out when you get close?”



“That’s never the same, I can’t do that, I’m in for the whole journey.”



Even before she spoke, she expected her final plea would be futile, but she had to try, “Oh please, I beg you, I can’t have someone else’s child. If you won’t wear a condom and you won’t pull it, we’re going to have to stop.”



Brian Hayes just laughed like she had told a very funny joke, “Babe, this is too good, I’m not stopping for anything now.”



He powered on, stopping her pleas by bending his face down to hers, kissing her passionately once more, attempting to stifle all resistance. Sandy kissed him back, realising that hers was a lost cause now. She just hoped that he might get some compassion before his cum bubbled out and filled her fertile parts, seeking out her potent eggs.



As the seconds turned into minutes and Brian Hayes’ cock drove relentlessly into Sandy’s accommodating vagina, her mind wandered over her predicament. How had she got into this position? Could it have been avoided? She never saw the danger until it was too late and he had her compromised. What part did Brian’s wife Penny play in this? Did she set her up? Did she knowingly bring her to this bathroom and then tell her husband where to find Sandy? Could she avoid Pete finding out, and what would he say and do, if he did?



Sandy tried to follow those trains of thought, but she was struggling to concentrate. Her body was responding in a way that Sandy thought it should only do with Pete. Deep down inside her, she felt sensual pulsing. ‘Oh my God, no,’ she thought, ‘I can’t cum with him, I can’t give him that satisfaction.’ She attempted to get her mind back to how this situation had developed. But the waves of pleasure now building within her body were too strong.



As the intense feelings built more and more, she asked herself, ‘What can it hurt if I give in to this now, if I let myself cum? Oh, I have come this far and it feels so good, I want it to happen.’ And then with a power that was completely out of her control, it did happen. Lightning flashes went off in her head, the intense pulsing became a deep throbbing. Her whole body seemed to convulse, her arms around his neck gripped him so tightly, her thigh and pelvic muscles gripped his cock hard, trying to squash it within her. She experienced a mind-boggling orgasm.



It was so intense, and it seemed that it carried on far longer than any she could previously recall. There was even a moment of unconsciousness and then her head began to clear and she relished the feeling of this man inside her body, his cock throbbing and pulsing too … spasming even. Her vagina was so sensitive deep inside that she could feel his bursts of cum filling her. When had that happened? Then the awakening, ‘Oh my God, he’s cum, he didn’t pull out, he’s cum inside me.’



Her hands grabbed his face, holding his cheeks, pushing his face out in front of hers, “My God, you’ve cum!” she screamed.



“Yes,” he confirmed, a broad satisfied smile on his handsome face, “it was fabulous, I came with you and you were great.”



“But I asked you not to, I asked you to pull out,” she insisted plaintively.



“Yeah, like that was going to happen,” he added sarcastically.



“But I told you how I could have a baby from this … but I don’t want yours … I want my husband’s baby.”



“Nothing wrong with my sperm, babe. I’ve got three of my own, great kids, perfectly healthy, all grown up now.”



“Oh my God, what am I going to do?”



“Better get young Pete to fuck you when you get home, then the dates will work out, he’ll never know.”



“But I will,” she told him, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “Please, can you pull out now? Although it’s probably too late already.”



“Hang on, I’m not quite finished, just a couple more spurts. I want to make sure I’m done, don’t want to drip any cum on the bathroom floor … Penny gets so upset.”



She felt those last two inside her like he was purposely trying to impregnate her. Then he bent his knees and she felt his dripping cock withdraw from her wet vagina. She was amazed at how firm his erection still was … ‘Not bad for a 50-plus man,’ she managed to be impressed.



“Oh Sandra, that was great! You are a hot babe.” He looked down at what remained of his erection, “Umm, there’s enough there that I could almost go again. Tempting thought, but I better get back to my guests.”



He settled her feet back down on the floor and she almost collapsed, such was the trembling in her shaky legs. She continued to prop her arse against the vanity, even still rested her hands on his shoulders.



“Don’t suppose you’d like to suck my cock dry,” he suggested, but the look she gave him told him that she wasn’t even tempted. “No, never mind, it was just a thought. Look, I’ll leave you to make yourself decent. Thanks for everything, I had a great time, and I could see you liked it too.”



She didn’t know what to say to him. She couldn’t deny that she had become caught up in the moment and had enjoyed having him, and she knew that was obvious to him by how intense her orgasm had been. “I … err … I shouldn’t have done this. You won’t tell Pete, will you?”



“Of course not, it’s just between you and I, Sandra … oh, and my wife of course.”



“My friends call me Sandy,” she corrected him. “So your wife knows about what we’ve just done … did she set me up?”



“Wasn’t that obvious, her bringing you up here, and pausing to tell me at the bottom of the stairs?”



“Yes, I guess so, it just seems a strange thing for her to do, to help you to have sex with another woman.”



“A younger woman, that’s the key, Sandy. My wife is very understanding, I have made her a very rich woman. So to show her appreciation, she assists me when she observes that I am lusting after a much younger woman. She knows that it will not break up our marriage. I am a very horny guy, I have to have sex at least four or five times a week. If Penny helps to get me someone, that’s one less time for her to lie on her back for me.”



“How can you get it up that often? I mean — I don’t mean to be rude — but at your age?”



“The wonderful discovery of Viagra, it helps me to stay up all night long. If I didn’t have guests to be socialised with downstairs and your husband wasn’t looking for you as he probably is now, I’d have my cock up your beautiful arse by now.”



“I don’t think you would, I don’t do it that way.”



“Well, there’s a challenge for me, Sandy. I’ll be in touch, I’d like to see you again, less hurried next time.”



“I don’t think so, it was wrong of me to do this, we should leave it at just this once.”



“Say what you want, but I saw your reaction. I know you’ll want it again. As I said, I’ll call you.”



“Please don’t,” she begged.



She watched as he tucked what was left of his erection back into his pants, then zipped up. He looked beyond her to check himself in the mirror behind her. Satisfied that his appearance was as it was before he had fucked her, he gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and turned and left.



Sandy stood there for a minute or two, somewhat shell-shocked, stunned at what had just happened … that another man had made love to her — very well … and that she had let him — and enjoyed it. Then the terrible fear came again, ‘What if he’s just made me pregnant?’



She spun around to look at herself in the mirror. ‘My God, what a sight,’ she thought as she saw her make-up smudged, some of her hair wet with sweat, matted to her forehead, her dress still bunched up in a roll around her waist. She saw her pubic region, the labia lips wet, red and puffy from the exertion of their wild fuck. She saw the white of his cum leaking from her, some already running down her inner thigh. ‘Oh God, I bet that’s not all of it, there’ll be much more still up inside me. There’s probably some good swimmers amongst them. Oh, what should I do?’



With tissues and Penny’s comb, she made herself look something like how she’d looked when she arrived at this party tonight. Then she went downstairs, sought out Penny and asked if she had a douche that she could use, alerting Brian’s wife to her fear of having been impregnated. Penny did show more concern than her husband had and provided the necessary implement for Sandy to try to flush out the man’s sperm, although Sandy knew that its effectiveness as a contraceptive was debatable.



She had now been gone from the party for something like 45 minutes. When she eventually found Pete, he seemed relieved, “Sandy, where have you been, I’ve been searching for you everywhere?”



She blushed, then hoped that her husband didn’t read something into that reaction. “Darling, I … I, err … I had a bit too much to drink. I spent a bit of time in the bathroom,” leaving him with the inference that she may have vomited. “Then I desperately needed some fresh air so I wandered in the garden.”



“I had a look out there, I didn’t see you.”



“This house has big grounds, darling. I nearly got lost out there. It’s okay, I’m here now.”

“I was just worried about you, Sandy.”



“I’m a big girl, Pete. Besides, what could happen to me here?”



“I don’t know, a new town, new people … we don’t know them all that well yet. I thought perhaps someone here might have hit on you.”



Sandy blushed again, “Goodness, why would you think that?”



“You’re a good looking woman, Sandy, I’m guessing that at least half the guys at this party have been lusting after you. A couple have even inferred that much to me tonight.”



“Really, who?” she asked, looking around to check out the guys in close proximity.



“You’ll get no clues from me, honey, I don’t want to put ideas in your head.”



She tested his reaction, “Would you be upset, darling? You know, if I did ever do it with some other guy?” As soon as the words came out, she wanted to retract them. Still somewhat affected by the alcohol she had consumed this evening, she thought that she might have stupidly planted a seed in his mind.



“I wouldn’t be too thrilled about it, Sandy, but you already know that you can have a free pass after what I did to screw up my last job … although I didn’t really want to bring that up again.”



She tried to make light of it, “Wow, just one free pass, with all of these hunky guys here.”



“Yes, just one free pass … why, how many do you need?”



“Let’s forget it darling, I’m just playing around.”



They returned to mingling with the others at the party, although they only stayed for another hour. Sandy found herself angling her position so she could see Brian across the room as he mixed with his guests. She felt aroused again and was certain that her pussy was wet again — or still – just from looking at him and recalling the unique power of the sex she had experienced with him.



Saying goodnight to their hosts was incident free. Guided by Brian’s suggestion, she came on to Pete in the car driving home, leaning across to unzip him and giving him a teasing blow job, having him hard and erect when they pulled into their garage at home. They barely made it to their bedroom before he was inside his wife.



After the episode in the car, Pete didn’t last long, but he at least deposited his cum into her. Sandy felt much better having his baby-making sperm swimming around inside her, hoping that his might achieve their aim this night. However, her failure to cum herself with Pete left her lying awake in bed, reflecting back on the powerful orgasm she had enjoyed with Brian. ‘Enjoyed, oh dear, should I be using that word? After all, he did force himself on me. But that’s what it was, I cannot deny that I did enjoy it.’



Chapter Three



The following week, Sandy had mixed emotions. She found herself thinking a lot about her wild sex with Brian in his bathroom … and more so about his threat to call her again for more. ‘What am I going to do about that, how should I react?’ she found herself regularly contemplating each day. Whenever the phone rang, she had an immediate thought that it may be Brian calling to arrange another meeting.



By Thursday, she had turned that anticipation into almost regret that he hadn’t called. He had seemed so determined that she had expected it, although she still had no idea what she would do or say if he called her. Or worse still, what would she do if he just turned up at the front door?



On Friday, her period arrived, much to her relief. While she was so eager for she and Pete to start a family, she had feared the possibility that Brian may have impregnated her instead.



On Friday night, she couldn’t help herself. Her curiosity that Brian hadn’t followed up caused her to ask her husband when he got home, “Darling, did you thank Brian for our invite to the party last weekend?” Sandy didn’t really care much whether he had or not, she just had to know if Brian had maybe been out of town. She got the answer she wanted.



“I sent him an email, honey, but I haven’t seen him. He and Penny flew to Hawaii on Sunday, I think he’s back on Monday.”



Nothing more was said, but Sandy found herself bouncing out of bed early on Monday morning, convinced that Brian would either call or just show up at the door once he was back in town. She was sure that he had enjoyed her body that much that he would want a repeat with her. By now, after reviewing her feelings all week, she had convinced herself that she would let him have her just once more.



The hours went by without any contact and disappointment overcame Sandy that she hadn’t heard from Brian, although she had hoped that he wouldn’t just drop in unannounced because she still had her period that was only in the fourth day.



She was watching Dr. Phil on TV about 2.00 when the phone rang. She had so given up on hearing from Brian today that on recognising his voice on the end of the line, her heart jumped and she felt a little tremor in her dormant clitoris.



“Hello beautiful Sandy, how are you this afternoon?” His rich voice had an allure that matched his handsome mature face.



She brightened immediately, “Oh Brian, I’m great, how are you? I believe you’ve been in Hawaii?”



“You’ve been checking up on me, have you?” he teased, “Yes, Penny and I got away for a week. That was a bit of a nuisance, because I had wanted to follow up with you right after the weekend. I couldn’t have you think that I didn’t want you again. On the contrary, you will recall that I insisted that we should get our hot bodies together again.”



‘Wow!’ Sandy thought, ‘he doesn’t waste any words on useless banter, does he? Just straight to the point … should I play hard to get?’



She tried that, “Yes, I recall you making that suggestion, but I don’t know if I should. I love my husband very much and I certainly don’t want to stuff up my marriage, it could be a huge risk. And for what, just some momentary pleasure.” She hoped that she hadn’t overplayed her hand as she paused, eager to hear his reaction to her playing hard to get.



“I think that’s unfair my dear, downgrading what we had as momentary pleasure. I can recall how you looked and felt while I was doing you. I can assure you that the pleasure I saw in your eyes was a lot more than momentary. Even Penny told me that when you asked her for the douche shortly afterward, she thought that you looked like a woman that had just had her greatest fuck ever. Speaking of that, how did the douche go?”



Sandy paused, unable to get past his description of ‘doing you’ … she wished he hadn’t used those words. She knew that there wasn’t romance between them, but she would have preferred some sensitivity from him. On the other hand, she did appreciate him checking on the possibility of her having conceived from him.



“I’m fine,” she reassured him, “I got my period on Friday,” finding it strange to be telling a man she hardly knew about the very personal aspects of her body.



“What a pity,” he answered, surprising her, “I would have liked to bring another child into this world, even if he couldn’t call me daddy.”



“Well, that’s not going to happen … at least not with you.”



“So my dear, to the more pressing matter at hand. When can I see you? I told you that I must have you again. I am even half erect now just from talking to you, so what about I come over right away?”



“No, no, not now,” she blurted out before realising that her addition of one simple word now had terminated any debate as to whether she would let him have her again. If he picked up on it, then it was now a given … she had inferred that she was willing to get together, just not today. “I’ve still got my period.”



“That sort of thing has never phased me, Sandy, just have a big towel handy.”



“No, no, I don’t like doing it while I’ve got that.” All pretence gone, she offered, “Err, I’m guessing that it will be gone by tomorrow, so how’s Wednesday?”



“I normally play golf, but I would drop that this week if I got a chance to have you again. That’s how much I think of you … you are that special, Sandy. What time do you want me to drop around?”



“Pete leaves for work about 7.30, so anytime after 8, I guess. Is that too early for you?” She felt a sudden pang of guilt, ‘Good God, 8am was so early, am I too eager?’ she pondered as she conspired with this man to wantonly cheat on her husband.



“No, that sounds great, I’ll have a Viagra about 7 and I should be able to stay hard all day for you. Make sure you keep the whole day aside for me, sweetheart.”



As Brian confirmed that she would be having sex with him again, she felt that tremor once more behind her clitoris and even dropped her hand down to press on her pubic region, causing another little tremor. In all her daydreams about doing this again with Brian, she had imagined that he would drop by for maybe an hour and they might have another frantic bout of sex like the other night at the party. But because she had proposed such an early time, she was suddenly looking at him being with her — in her bed — all day. How many times would they do it? Her mind slipped into overdrive, imagining how it will be.



Chapter Four



Sandy managed to avoid making love with Pete on Tuesday night, wanting to be fresh and a little horny for it when Brian arrived next morning. Turns out that she would be more than ready — for sure – because having not had sex during her period, meant that she hadn’t had it for almost a week. With Pete and her trying to have a baby, that was her longest abstention for months. After Pete left for work on Wednesday morning, she even got one of her sex toys out and ran it up and down between her labia lips, just to open them up a bit and make her wet. But she turned it off and put it away before her arousal reached a peak that she couldn’t deny. Having gone down this path to fornication, she wanted all orgasms to be real – with Brian.



She had a quick shower and applied her best perfume to all the good bits where she expected Brian might have his face this day. Then, she rummaged around in her dresser drawer for her sexiest lingerie. She resisted the crotch-less panties as being too tacky, and instead put on a thong. She didn’t wear them often because she felt they irritated her anal ring when she walked, but she guessed that she wouldn’t be walking much today. Wickedly, she felt that the thong would highlight her arse … Brian had already commented on it, and even her fear of his suggestion about taking her in the arse didn’t deter her from highlighting one of her best features.



A completely diaphanous nightgown in pastel blue — the one that she had worn for Pete on their wedding night — completed the ensemble for her day of adultery. She had decided to go bra-less because she had none that she considered sexy enough. She figured that her breasts were still perky enough to stand up and push out her nightgown in the right way. The gown was so see-through that Brian could admire her breasts as much as he might ogle her arse.



She was ready just in time as she heard the doorbell. She checked the bedside clock at 7.59 … right on time, he must be eager. She peeped out through the curtains in the front room. There was no car in sight and she appreciated that he was being discreet. Looking to her right through the window, she could see him standing on her front doorstep, holding a bottle of champagne.



She went to the door and shamelessly flung it open, standing there in all her glory. He stood there for a moment, admiring the sight presented to him. “Wow” he enthused, “it’s my lucky day.”



“And mine too, I hope,” she responded, having dropped any pretence of reticence on her part. She reached out to take his arm and pull him inside so that she could close the door and shut out any prying neighbours from the sin that she was about to commit within her marital home.



Brian was immaculately dressed in fawn slacks, an open neck striped casual shirt with a brown jacket and matching shoes, probably his normal attire for going to golf that he had given up for her this day. Not a hair was out of place and she was again drawn to how handsome he was and how distinguished looking for a man of 50-plus.



“You look a million dollars,” he told her, “you’re not going to convince me that you just got out of bed looking like that?”



She laughed an infectious giggle, “No silly, I had a shower after Pete left, had to make myself nice and fresh for you.”



“I’m glad you did.”



“You scrub up pretty well yourself,” she added.



“For an old guy?”



“I didn’t say that,” she corrected him.



“Do you want to open this now, or will I put it down so I can sweep you into my arms?”



She reached out and took the bottle from him, placing it on a table near the door, “I’m quite nervous about having you come her like this, so I really need you to sweep me into your arms, give me some confidence that I am doing the right thing.”



He did, folding his arms around her as he pulled her warm, soft and pliant body up against his, hands quickly roaming over the soft silky material of her gown. His face came to hers and he kissed her, but she was surprised that it was without the frenetic stormy passion of the night at the party where he had needed to assert his authority quickly before she could say no. This time, his lips just brushed hers and he was content initially to kiss her closed mouth, raising her arousal slowly.



Subconsciously, she pressed her pubis forward, wanting to feel the heat of his groin through the thin folds of her gown. When he felt her do that, his own hands dropped to cup the cheeks of her arse and pulled her in tightly against him.



They must have kissed chastely and demurely for a long minute or two before Brian’s lips at last pressed hers to part. She recognised the signal and eagerly let her lips part to feel his tongue interact with hers. One of his hands came up to hold her head steady while their mouths twisted with passion and their tongues fought out an intense battle of heat.



“I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he eventually told her when their lips parted long enough for them to draw a deep breath. They were still standing just inside the front door.



“I’m not really,” she said modestly, “but thank you for the compliment, the feelings mutual. But please, I better confess now. Inside, I am a bundle of nerves, more so than I expected I would be when we arranged this. This is so out of character for me, I’ve never done anything like this before and I’m very apprehensive. I mean, not just because I am about to cheat on Pete, but also I do want to be good for you — you know, in bed, at sex – and I don’t know that I can be as good as you are expecting. I mean, I guess you’ve had heaps of women, and I’ll bet they were all a lot more experienced than me. I want to please you, but I am so nervous.”



“Please don’t think that way, my dear. We are just two people — a man and a woman — and good fortune has brought us together. Employing your husband turned out to be the smartest thing I could have done. You and I are here now in the privacy of your home with an uninterrupted day ahead of us. We both have rampant desires to fuck each other, hopefully all day. I want to have you in every way imaginable and I hope that I can bring you the pleasure you deserve.”



“Oh, I’m sure you can, if the other night in your bathroom is anything to go by. But that’s just it, you said every way imaginable and that’s what scares me. I don’t have a lot of experience in doing some sexual things and I don’t want to disappoint you if I have to say no to certain things.”



“Are you talking about having me up your arse?”



“Yes, well there’s that for a start, I’ve never done that, never wanted to. But I’m scared there might be other things you want me to do. I don’t know what they would be, I’ve had a very sheltered life where sex is concerned.”



“Don’t panic just yet … we can see about all that as the day goes on. Maybe I can talk you through your inhibitions. Just believe that I won’t hurt you, whatever we do.”



It did frighten Sandy that Brian still appeared determined to have her do some things that she might not like. Anal sex was what she feared the most after his comment that first night, but maybe there were other things too, fetishes that she didn’t know about. Over the years, Pete had told her about spanking and nipple clamps and something called fisting and all sorts of wet games that sounded like they could get messy.



Brian let her go so he could reach over and pick up the champagne bottle that he had brought with him, “So Sandy my girl, how about we go and open this. If you’re feeling a bit nervous, a glass of bubbly might be just the thing to calm you down.”







“At 8 o’clock in the morning … oh, should we?”



“Why not? Come on, lead me to the bar, let’s get this bottle open.”



Sandy’s nerves had seemed to increase, rather than diminish, from just standing there in her front room while Brian kissed and fondled her. She would rather have him kissing her in a more relaxed state on her back in bed. She recalled the awkwardness of that first torrid fuck — her only time with this man – on the night of the party where they stood up through the whole copulation despite the huge bed that was available in the next room. She hoped that he would be content to lie down with her and have her in her own bed where she was most comfortable having sex, albeit not with the man that she normally shared it with.



She was relieved to be able to do something positive with her hands and she took the bottle to the bar and retrieved some appropriate glasses. Brian took the bottle back and proceeded to pop the cork without spilling a drop. ‘How many times has he gone through this seduction technique to get a woman to part her legs for him?’ she pondered. ‘What a slut I am, he doesn’t need to ply me with champagne to do it with me, I am here shamelessly to let him fuck me anyway.’



They stood alongside Pete’s bar and sipped their champagne. Sandy was relieved to feel the bubbly wine slide down her throat, gulping the first glass down.



“Easy Sandy, this event’s a marathon, not a sprint. I need you to be awake all day.”



She ached for him to sweep her up in his arms and take her to her bed. She was sure some furious action like the other night would quell her nerves and fears. But she couldn’t be the one to move them to the bedroom; they must work at his pace. At last, he put his glass down and removed his jacket, “I’ve got some catching up to do in the clothes department,” he told her as he bent over to remove his shoes.



“Oh dear, you make me feel embarrassed, I am flaunting it a bit, aren’t I? I guess I should have at least started with some normal clothes, and then have you get me down to this.”



“Are you kidding me? You’re perfect just the way you are … you look a million bucks and I am standing here captivated by the sight of your wonderful breasts through your gown. It was all so quick the other night that I never got to see them, I was in such a hurry to have you before you could say no.” Having removed his shoes, he straightened and reached out, running his fingers over one globe through the flimsy fabric of her gown. His gentle touch was like an electric spark and the nipple stiffened in seconds.



“Ooh!” she gasped as he did the same on the other side, “that’s nice!”



“I want to devour those.” He took up his glass and sipped some more while Sandy wished she had been more circumspect in her drinking. “Spin around, let me see the rest of you,” he commanded and she complied, turning on the spot, her filmy gown spiralling out around her turning body.



Completing a full circle, she stopped to face him once more, “No, one more half-turn,” he said and Sandy felt self-conscious as she half turned again to present her back — and of course her arse — to him. With him now behind her, she couldn’t see him and she wondered what he was doing, what he was thinking as his eyes obviously scanned her back and arse through the gown. He could see her smooth shoulders, then the gentle curve inward down to her narrow waist, only to flare out again to two prominent and almost perfectly sized cheeks.

She flinched when she felt his two hands lightly fondling the smooth cheeks of her arse through the folds of her night gown. She peeped back over her shoulder and was surprised to see him down on his knees, staring at her arse at eye level as his hands tenderly stroked the cheeks. “Perfect, that’s a near perfect arse,” she heard him say admiringly.



“I hardly think so,” she said, feeling the need to say something modest to alleviate the nerves that were back under his intimate inspection of her body. She reached for the bottle of bubbly and poured another glass while his fingers lightly fondled her cheeks.



“Oh my God, you have to let me have this arse today,” he said determinedly and she trembled with the apprehension that it seemed to be his priority. At only their second meeting, she had already formed the impression that he was a man who would ensure that he would always get his way.



“If that’s all you want of me, maybe this was a bad idea. Perhaps you better go,” she tried to say it like she meant it, but they both knew that she would be mortified if he turned and walked out the door. She wanted this man desperately, she couldn’t directly say why because she loved her husband. She knew that rationally she should stop it all before it got out of hand, but since that party at Brian’s house, this had become the prospect of an adventure for her. And she expected even before today had played out, that she wouldn’t — couldn’t – say no to him if he wanted another day with her.



He rose to his feet and closed in behind her, hugging her near naked body back against him, his hands folding around her with one cupping a breast while the other caressed her flat tummy through the diaphanous gown. Pushing the hand flat against her tummy, he said, “We might have another try at putting a baby in here. Every woman should have one.”



“No way, with all due respect, I don’t want one from you,” she protested, “I feel like I dodged a bullet last time, I bought some condoms for you to use this time.”



“Yeah, right!” was his flippant response.



“No, really Brian, I insist that you wear a condom today, I have to have protection.”



Her lover failed to acknowledge her request, she gave up pushing him for now, but she resolved that she would need to be firm when he began to enter her.



“Can I show you my bedroom now?” she asked, eager to be lying down with him, to feel him inside her the way he had filled her on the night of the party. She hoped that she didn’t sound too forward after the words came out.



“Sounds like a great idea, that’s where I want to be,” he confirmed.



She stepped out of his grasp and trailed a hand that took one of his and she led him toward her bedroom and the king size bed that she shared with Pete. Today, there would be a new male, a different male in that bed with her, doing the things that only Pete had normally done with her … and, she conceded to herself, maybe new things too that she and Pete had never done before.



Sandy had left her bedroom darkened with blinds drawn, blocking out the reality of daylight and what she was about to do to her marriage in that room. Low illumination bedside lamps lit the room in a subdued fashion. She led him all the way to the side of the bed before she turned, and without hesitation, reached up to take a hold of his shirt, unbuttoning and removing it. His chest was smooth and hairless, not quite a six-pack — he was obviously a man who enjoyed the finer things in life, including good food. Still, he wasn’t overweight and she liked the power and strength in his body. He had demonstrated that strength that night at the party when he held her whole body upright while his cock pounded her insides.



Boldly, her hands moved down to his belt buckle and she unclasped that and the top button of his trousers. In a moment more, they were gone, a pool at his feet. She peeped down to check that his boxers were healthily tented already … she used her fingers to boldly stroke the outline of that half erection over the material of his underwear.



Brian stood before her in boxers and socks — nothing else. “Now we’re even,” she told him accompanied by that wonderful infectious giggle that came partly from her continuing nervousness. She amazed herself that she had taken the lead in undressing her lover.



She had never felt more watched in preparing to have sex. She wondered how she could smoothly move from where she stood in front of him to lying on the bed naked without it appearing awkward. But Brian took away that decision by slipping his hands into the waistband of his boxers and dropping them so that he was now naked in front of her.



Sandy wondered if she should reach out and fondle his cock and balls, or even whether he might expect her to drop to her knees and suck him. She had given blow jobs to Pete from time to time, but she wasn’t a great fan of placing the instrument that a man pissed through in her mouth. That was just part of her prudish upbringing.



Before she was forced to make that decision, Brian stepped past her and reached out to pull back the covers, getting onto the bed himself, lying back, half turned to face her. Now there was even more attention on how she made that final move to the bed. She made as if to climb on after him, but he held up a hand to stop her, “Take off your night gown first.”



She felt self-conscious as she stood beside the bed, her body illuminated from the two bedside lamps, bright on one side and in shadow on the other. She took a hold of her gown at the hips and lifted it up over her head in one fluid motion, casually tossing it away on the floor, hoping that he liked what he now saw.



She was completely naked except for the tiny covering of the thong — a slip of material that barely covered her vulva in front and only a thin strand of material in back that was hidden in part by her butt cheeks. Her naked breasts stood out perky and natural, not yet having dropped from the suckling of a baby.



“You are truly a vision” he told her and she blushed at his praise. “But turn around one more time before you get into bed.”



Sandy hesitated, knowing that by turning, he would be able to ogle her arse again and she still feared the consequences of that. ‘When will he demand anal sex of me, will he want that first up? Surely we could do something normal to start,’ she thought as she turned just as he asked and found herself looking back at the door through which they had come.



“Wonderful, you have the best arse I’ve ever seen … and I can tell you I’ve seen a few in my time.”



She made as if to turn around again, believing that he had got his eyeful of her bottom by now. “No, stay there, just as you are, feet apart slightly … now bend over from the waist, touch your toes.”



Sandy wasn’t happy at putting her arse on such display, exposing so much of herself to him. She did as he asked and bent forward, knowing that the cheeks of her arse would be stretched. ‘Thank goodness for the thong,’ she thought, aware that the thin strip of material would be all that hid her tiny anal ring and vulva from his view.



“Take it off,” he demanded.



Her only remaining item of clothing was the thong so she knew that he was referring to that. Her apprehension at exposing that most intimate part of her was now real. She hesitated.



“I said take it off,” he sounded firm and impatient.



Her fingers went to the tiny string-like strip around her waist and began to lower it, so aware that she was exposing her tiny anal ring to him, a place that she knew he was eager to penetrate some time this day.



The thin strip of material held within the crack of her arse for a moment like it was stuck to her anal ring. But then as she tugged more firmly, pulling the thin strand down from her hips, the tight hold of the garment against her most intimate treasures peeled away and fell to momentarily bind her ankles. Sandy heard a loud appreciative gasp from the man on the bed behind her. She slowly rose without asking from her bent over position and daintily stepped out of the thong, leaving her completely nude for her lover’s gaze.



“Come to me now,” he said and with relief, she turned back to face him and placed a knee on the bed and crawled across the sheet to join him, fitting her naked body to his.



“I am pleased that you have let me into your marriage bed, some women don’t, they feel uneasy, like its sacrosanct and they banish me to the guest room. But you, you’re classy.”



She wondered if she really was. He had awakened a new concern for her, was this gesture of having Brian take her in the bed that she shared with Pete compounding the cheating that she was about to inflict on her husband? Would this make it worse?







Brian was immediately kissing her once more, his tongue claiming hers in a passionate melding of their open mouths while his free hand caressed the smooth skin of her youthful body, dipping between her thighs. When he had aroused her to a feverish high with his lips and tongue, he transferred them down to her breasts, in turn taking each nipple into his mouth and sucking them to hardened peaks.



She could only moan continuously as his mouth brought fresh pleasures to her and just when she thought that she would have to beg if he didn’t put his cock inside her body soon, he instead licked and sucked his way down over her tummy to her trembling pubis.



For some reason, she hadn’t expected oral from him, but when his tongue searched out her budding clitoris, she wantonly spread her legs and fell onto her back, sending a signal for him to smother his face in her vulva. After their first encounter, she expected that he would be good and he was, time after time bringing her body up almost to the point of orgasm and then maddeningly dropping the intensity so that the peak of her desire ebbed away.



Sandy was going mad with denied satisfaction. Eventually she thrust her fingers through his hair, firmly taking hold of the top of his head and mashing it into her private parts so hard that his tongue and lips had no option but to bring her to the peak her body was so desperately demanding.



Her hips humped up and down off the bed while incoherent loud gasps and sighs came from her mouth as the powerful orgasm flowed through her in waves of intense pleasure. His face withdrew from between her upper thighs from where he had watched her orgasmic convulsions with a satisfied grin. She opened her eyes to see his body stretched out above hers, his face now hovering over hers and she felt the hard knob of his cock slice wetly between the lips of her inner labia.



“Those condoms are on the bedside table,” she managed to tell him breathlessly, even as her naked body strained upward, seeking the coupling she now so strongly desired.



“Yeah, good!” he muttered and she naively assumed that he was acknowledging her request to use them. But he would not deny her needs a moment longer, lodging the head of his cock at the opening of her vagina and thrusting forcefully into her. She was so wet and eagerly ready that his erection plundered halfway up inside her passage in one long slow fluid motion. She emitted a loud grunt as his powerful entry took her breath away.



She looked up into his eyes, passion in hers as she felt the strength of his erection. Remarkably, in spite of the aroused emotion sweeping through her, she managed to think to say, “You didn’t, did you?”



“Didn’t what?” Brian answered, looking deeply down into her eyes as he thrust his hips forward, implanting all of his rigid length within her succulent passage.



“You still didn’t put a condom on … Brian, I asked you. I can’t afford to take that risk again.”



“And I told you before I don’t use them,” he responded firmly, pulling back, his hard cock retreating from her vagina.



Sandy wrestled with what more she could say. He was beyond reason, emphatic that he wouldn’t wear a condom. What could she do? Should she force him off her, tell him to go back to work or off to his golf if he wouldn’t accommodate her demand for him to wear a condom?



Deep down, she knew that her request was futile. He wasn’t about to help protect her by wearing a condom – that was obvious. Having waited nearly two weeks for this exciting moment, she was in a very difficult position to make such an important possibly life-changing decision. Lying beneath him, Sandy attempted to make the mental calculation of her cycle, trying to convince herself that all would be okay — that she would not be fertile this soon after her period.



While she wrestled with what to do with his stubborn refusal, Brian pushed that firm solid core all the way back up inside her, filling her with delirious sensations, then pulled back slowly on it once more.



Without conceding in words, Sandy reluctantly relented and tightened her hold on his strong shoulders, hooking her heels behind his arse, preventing his complete withdrawal, ensuring his cock-head would hold within even after the shaft left her. She dug her heels into his arse, signalling what she wanted to him, forcing him to drive his bare uncovered potent cock into her again.



Brian had won this battle as he expected he would, his body kicked into action, his own yet unfulfilled arousal demanding that he seek its own pleasure as soon as possible. He quickly worked into a rhythm of hard powerful thrusts that Sandy found equally enjoyable, although she personally now accepted that it was his turn for climactic pleasure. Yet, as his thrusts continued rhythmically and his release did not appear to be imminent, she soon realised that the angle of his deeply probing thrusts was once more arousing her own pleasure.



‘Dare I hope,’ she thought as she began to hump her body back up at Brian, attempting to intensify the pleasure he was already giving her with his powerful fucking motion. Now believing that another orgasm was entirely possible, even probable, she implored him, “Please wait for me,” as she felt the first signs of another one coming.



“How long?” he asked anxiously, panting breathlessly from his exertions, indicating to her that maybe he was closer than his face revealed.



Her heavy breathing was now coming in staccato gasps, “Not long … oh God yes, I’m getting closer … oh, I’m nearly there … oh my God … this is too much!”



“Let it go, babe … give me everything!”



“Ahhhhhh,” she screamed in his ear, “Oh yes … yes! Oh now, I’m cumming now! Cum with me!”



He watched her face, he felt her pelvic muscles gripping his cock and he heard her moans as another powerful orgasm swept through her body. He pushed hard two or three times more, mentally allowing his body to soak up the pleasure that the silky lining of her tight passage painted on the skin of his pulsing cock. And then he was cumming too, spasms of his life-creating cum spewing from the tip and spurting toward her uterus and maybe eventually her waiting eggs.



Their juices blended, their bodies humped together, pools of sweat from their energetic movements mingled and joined just as these two bodies had joined in a traditional ritual of sex and lovemaking.



Still connected so intimately by his Viagra-assisted cock inside her clutching vagina, Brian rolled her over so that they were on their sides, facing each other, thereby lessening the weight of him on her.



“You’re even better in bed,” he told her as his breathing steadied.



“I was hoping that you wouldn’t want to do it standing up again,” she responded with a giggle.



“Didn’t you like that the other night?”



“Oh yes, don’t get me wrong, it was exciting. In fact, it was probably because it was so exciting having you so demanding, taking me like that that made me want you again.” She paused, looking into his eyes warmly, “although you still could have asked.”



“What do you mean?”



“You could have asked me to have sex with you the other night, instead of taking advantage of me while I was using the toilet.”



“I didn’t hear you call rape.”



“No, but I could have, you did force yourself on me.”



“I’m guessing that you didn’t object because you needed it so badly. Doesn’t Pete look after you?”



She felt a twinge of guilt at the mention of her husband’s name while Brian’s cock was still inside her body, “That’s just the thing, he does. Oh my God, we have a great sex life, so I just can’t understand why I wanted you this way.”



“Did you make a decision to do this to help his career?”



“Err, no … that is, I don’t think so. I mean, when you came onto me in the bathroom at your party … well, I had had a bit too much to drink so I wasn’t thinking straight. I must admit that my first thought was that there could be repercussions for Pete if I knocked you back or screamed out for help.”



“I have to be honest with you, my girl. There have been occasions in the past where I have promoted a guy in my company because his wife was putting out for me.”



“What a life you seem to have … to most, what appears to be a stable happy marriage, but fucking almost any woman you want.”



“And the woman I want right now is you,” he said, his hand cupping an arse cheek and pulling her tighter against him while he thrust his still half erect cock once more inside her.



“Ooh, you’re still big,” she exclaimed, enjoying that he was still inside her, “you did cum, didn’t you?”



“Yes I did, but this is where the Viagra comes in handy. While ever I remain sexually stimulated, it won’t go down, even after I’ve cum.”



“My God, is it going to stay up all day?”



“Only if I’m thinking about sex or you’re turning me on. Anytime that I am aroused, the Viagra will harden it and keep it hard.”



He began to thrust himself into her again and it hardened. She lifted the leg that was wrapped over his thigh up higher on his body. This had the effect of separating her arse cheeks wider and Brian took advantage, quickly slipping his middle finger up against the tiny ring of her anal opening. He had wet his finger by drawing their combined juices up from where their bodies were joined. Her “Ummm!” from the pleasure of the resumption of his cock strokes inside her suddenly became an “Oooh!” as she felt his wet fingertip firmly press at her anal opening. She tensed!



“Shush, just relax, I won’t hurt you,” he assured as his finger pushed at her tiny anus, putting pressure on her tight sphincter. To Brian’s relief, she was not resisting — not yet, seeming to be accepting of what he was doing … so far. He felt his fingertip slip through the tight barrier as she relaxed as he had told her and it sank inside her anus up to the first knuckle.



“Oh!” she gasped, “what are you doing there?”



“It’s okay, just preparing you.”



“For what?”



“So I can come into your arse.”



“I’m still not sure about us doing that.”



“I am, I’m so ready to have you there, you have to let me, it’ll be good, you’ll see, you’ll like it.”



“I don’t know,” she said, wriggling her arse around nervously as his finger pushed deeper inside her anus, getting it to the second knuckle.



“See, it doesn’t hurt,” he told her.



“But that’s only your finger.”



Sandy felt her anal ring stretching further, “What’s that?” she asked in a panicky voice, uneasy about his new exploration.



“Another finger,” he told her calmly, his voice trying to convey a mild, relaxed demeanour to ease her anxiety.



“Have you put two fingers inside me?”



“Yes, and see, it still doesn’t hurt. Two fingers is getting close to the size of my cock.”



“I think you’re a bit wider than two fingers,” she said, continuing to squirm around on the bed as Brian worked his wet fingers around inside her arse.



“Oh, maybe just a bit, but you’re taking this alright. You’re gonna be good, I can tell. You’re gonna love this. Look, let’s do it now.”



“No, can we wait awhile … please?”



“Sandy, we can wait all day if you really want, but your first time is not going to get any easier for you. I’d say that you best try it while we’re both feeling so good after our first fuck.”

“But I don’t want to lose this lovely floaty feeling I have. I just know it’s going to be painful.”



His fingers plopped from her anus and he used his hand to hold her hips steady while he pulled his still hard cock from out of her vagina. He rolled her onto her stomach.



“No, not yet,” she pleaded, her voice anxious and trembling.



“Yes babe, I want you right now, in your arse, no excuses. You’ll love it … I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”



“But it’s not natural.”



“It is you know, over 30% of couples now do anal … you and Pete have become the odd ones out.”



Brian had moved to straddle Sandy, a knee either side of her waist, she felt his wet cock, still feeling large, resting in the indentation of her arse cleavage.



“Oh please don’t, I really don’t want to…”



“Do I have to offer Pete a promotion to get you to do it?”



She half turned her head around, trying to look up at him, needing to see if he looked to be serious, “Would you do that? Do you want to do this with me so badly that you’d do that?”



“Yes I do, I’ve told you that you’ve got the perfect arse. It was made to have my cock slide up inside it. Now if that’s what it will take to get you do it, then so be it. I have to have you there now, but I don’t want to force you.”



“Okay!” she said in such a whisper that Brian wasn’t sure if he had heard her correctly.



“Was that an okay?”



“Yes … damn you, yes! Go ahead and do it, get it over with,” she screamed, louder this time.



Brian left her, getting up off the bed to go to his trousers and take out a tube of KY gel. He squeezed the tube and liberally spread it on his cock, already wet from their combined juices. Then he climbed back on the bed, kneeling over Sandy once more. He placed his hands on her hips and raised her body up onto her hands and knees, causing the bend of her arse to stretch her cheeks wide apart, lewdly exposing her anal ring. His fingers lubed her up, once more pushing two fingers inside her to lube the inside of her anus too.



Then he positioned the knob of his now fully erect cock up against her anal ring. She jumped in apprehension and he placed a soothing hand on her back and caressed her gently, saying “You’ll be okay, I’ve told you over and over that I won’t hurt you.” His voice was calm.



Sandy felt the pressure at her arse as Brian pushed his cock head forward, obviously so much thicker than her tiny opening … her sphincter held firm against his invasion. “Oh God no!” she muttered, “stop!.”



“Easy Sandy, just relax, let your whole body relax, and when I push, try not to react, not to stiffen your body. Actually, use your muscles to push downward like you’re taking a shit. It will be so much easier for you.”



She felt the pressure again at her arse and she tried to do as he asked. She pushed down with her bowel muscles. To her surprise, she felt her anal opening stretching, filled by the whole head of his cock. “Oh my God, is it in?” she sounded quite excited.



“Not quite, not all of it,” he answered, “but you’re doing well, you’ve taken the head.”



“Only the head,” she sounded disappointed.



“That’s the hardest bit,” he attempted to reassure her, “it’s all downhill from here.”



Sandy felt his hands grip her hips tighter, then his cock sliding very gradually into her arse, bringing a huge feeling of fullness in her rectum. When it began to feel like she couldn’t accept any more, she asked, “Oh God, is that all of it now?”



“Almost,” he told her, “steady now, just one more little push and you’ll have all of me up inside you.”



He had entered her so gradually and with care that she was surprised that it wasn’t as bad as she had anticipated, certainly nowhere near the intense pain she had expected … up to this point. He made one more final thrust and now she felt uncomfortably stuffed. “What a great girl, you’ve taken it all. Feels great from this side, how are you doing?”



“A bit full back there, more so than in normal sex, but I’m okay so far.”



“See, not as bad as you thought, eh?”



“Well, I’m not enjoying it as much as doing it the normal way, but I have to admit that so far it’s better than I thought it would be.”



She felt him withdrawing until only the head of his cock remained captured by her tight anal sphincter, then the hands were back at her hips and he drove back inside her slowly in one long fluid motion. “Unnggghhh!” she grunted as he seated the tip all the way inside her rectum.



“Shit, that’s so good!” he exclaimed, “I knew it’d feel good to be up there inside your arse. You’ve got such a great one. It would be a waste to not have it filled by a man’s cock.”



He began a rhythm, withdrawing until the length of him had almost left her arse, then plunging it all the way back up inside her. He moved one hand from her hip and it folded around underneath her body, his fingers finding her bulging clitoris and diddling it.



“Oh my God, that’ll help,” she enthused, wriggling her lower body in her kneeling position to give him better access to her clit.



The pattern now was the rhythm of his hard driving thrusts deep up through her anus into her rectum while his fingers played expertly with her clit. Sandy’s breathing became heavy and ragged. In spite of the discomfort of the over-full feeling deep in her arse when he reached capacity on each thrust, her pelvic region was responding with tell-tale pulses that indicated heightened pleasure was coming. Her loud appreciative gasps confirmed it.



Sandy’s newly discovered enthusiasm for having her arse reamed by Brian’s hard driving thrusts turned him on. The grip of the tight O of her anal ring around his sensitive cock-head now was promising an expectation that he might actually cum again. He thrust harder and firmer into her while his fingers rolled over and around her stiffened clitoris.



Sandy had never expected that she would orgasm while having anal sex. But she came violently, her lower body climaxing in a series of spasms around the digital working of her clit, relaying those feelings back out through her arse to the man who was joined so powerfully to her. Brian felt every throb, every pulse from her body reacting on the underside of his cock, behind the head and his own release came quickly, pumping his cum deep into her rectum.



His knees shook, as did hers, putting more pressure on her hands that attempted to support her body — and his weight that hung heavily down over her back. They battled to stay upright amid the powerful climaxes of their anal escapade. Eventually, it all became too much for Sandy and she fell forward onto her face and chest on the bed, bringing Brian down with her, his cock still wedged tightly up her arse … even tighter now with her body flattened, rather than bent over.



He could feel her still throbbing beneath his own spasming cock as her arse milked the last remnants of his cum. “Are you okay?” he asked concerned for her as his entire body weight pressed her into the mattress.



Her response was to giggle infectiously.



“What is it?” he asked, relieved that she sounded happy.



“You’re not going to believe this,” she said, talking into the mattress, unable to turn her head around to see the man behind and on top of her. “But that was crazy … crazy good, that is. Oh Brian, I loved it. I can’t believe how much I enjoyed it … and to think I tried to talk you out of it.”



“See, I don’t want to say I told you so … but, I told you so.”



“Wow, I bet I’m going to be a bit sore, but my body is just floating on orgasms. I never expected to have one while you were filling my butt.” She laughed again, amused at the way she was describing the anal sex she had just enjoyed. Sandy couldn’t believe that she had just had anal sex for the first time in her life. Her first thought was that she wanted to introduce Pete to it, but she couldn’t think of how she might broach the subject with him. She could hardly say, ‘How would you like to fuck my arse, darling? Your boss did it so well that I’d like you to try it now.’



Brian’s cock, after two orgasms, was now deflated in spite of his Viagra-hit earlier this morning. He pushed his upper body up off Sandy’s back and looked down as his cock pulled out of her delectable arse. Her anal opening remained temporarily distended and cum quickly began to seep from it. He lifted his weight completely off her and rolled to one side, facing her, his wet cock pressed against her right hip.



She still didn’t move, even freed of his weight, but now she could turn her head to see the face of the man who had just introduced her to the delights of anal sex.



“How do you feel?” he asked, his eyes probing hers.



She blinked them slowly, “Good, I feel really good. Oh Brian, that was amazing. I know you said you wouldn’t hurt me, but I couldn’t believe that it wouldn’t hurt. And I certainly never dreamed of cumming. Oh wow, I feel so good now.”



“I’ll let you have a rest, then we might do some more.”



“What? More? How can you? Pete’s twenty years younger than you and I’ve never known him to even cum twice, let alone talk of going beyond it.”



“I told you babe, that Viagra is powerful stuff.”



“Well then, why isn’t it still up, it doesn’t feel stiff against my leg.”



“That’s only because I am avoiding looking at your arse or your breasts, or your beautiful pussy. I am sure if I did that again, or if you were to touch me, it would respond in no time. There has to be sexual stimulation for the Viagra to work, I’ll be big again but I doubt that I’ll cum again today. I didn’t even expect to cum in your arse, but the sight and sound of you cumming brought me on.”



“Ummm! That was so good! I never knew it could feel that good putting it back there.”



“Close your eyes, babe, I’d say we’ve deserved a bit of a rest.”



She stayed as she was, lying on her stomach with her face turned to his. She closed her eyes and he affectionately snuggled his warm body closer to her and wrapped a protective arm around her.



Chapter Five



When Sandy awoke an hour or two later, the first thing she felt was his cock, hard once more against her outer thigh. She opened her eyes and saw Brian looking back at her, felt his fingers trailing over the smooth raised rounded cheeks of her arse.



“My God, you’re big again.”



“I told you I would be.”



She smiled at him, “I guess that means you want to do it some more … we better do something about it then.” She rolled over onto her side and reached a hand down to touch his cock, stroking it. It was still wet from both his cum and the KY gel that he had coated her anus with. “Brian, much as I would like to have you just slide it into me right now, I guess we should be careful about infection. After all, you’ve had this thing in my arse and goodness knows how much shit is on it. I really don’t feel like getting up but maybe we should have a shower together … get ourselves cleaned up.”



He agreed with her and together they clambered off the bed and walked hand-in-hand to the bathroom … she felt how romantic that would look to an observer and began to worry where her cheating was taking her. She reached in to the shower stall and turned on the hot water. After an adjustment to get the warmth just right, she stepped in and turned to pull him in behind her.



Her earlier nervousness was gone and she found herself taking the lead, picking up the soap, lathering up her hands and beginning to wash his body, starting with the main attraction. She soaped up and down his hard shaft, then cupped his balls with soapy hands. She amazed herself by even daring to slide one hand around to his arse and using just her soft fingertips, she played them softly into the cleft between his cheeks.



“Ooh yes!” from him told her that he liked her adventurous roaming, but now he took the soap from her and began to lather up her breasts, his palms and fingers caressing her twin orbs, bringing her nipples promptly to hard attention. His fingers slid lower and she smiled up at him with anticipation, provocatively parting her feet, improving access to her intimate parts.



Brian seemed to take a maddeningly long time to have his fingers slide over her tummy and her pubis before the soapy digits slid wetly between her engorged labia. He lathered her up and down from her bulging clitoris to her vaginal opening, then over the perineum that led to her anus.



One hand slid around her hips to enter her arse cleavage from the top while the other slid between her spread thighs and came up from under. The fingertips of both hands met at her tiny anal ring and he cleaned her of the cum he had so recently deposited there. Sandy rose up on tiptoes, seeking to draw maximum pleasure from the silken touch of his fingers while the warm water cascaded down over her naked body.



His hands rearranged behind the tops of her thighs and he lifted her feet off the ground just as he had that first night in his en suite bathroom when he took her for his pleasure without even asking. Just as then, she was forced to throw her arms around his neck to hold on to his powerful body. But without a vanity unit to rest her arse cheeks on this time, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her ankles behind his arse.



“Oh my God, you really do like it this way, don’t you?” she mumbled into his neck as she cradled her head there.



“Yeah, I’m just not into missionary,” he answered.



She could feel his hard erection sliding in around her vulva like it was seeking to find a good landing spot. She wriggled her lower body over his shaft, managing to have the knob slide up to kiss her clitoris and causing her to moan loudly.



“You okay with this?” he checked.



“Ooh yes, it’s hitting the right spot now.”



He let her continue wriggling around drawing intense pleasure on her clitoris from the wet and hard head of his cock. “Are we going to get more comfortable?” she asked even though she expected he would slide his hard-on into her at any moment.



“I’m pretty comfortable like this, aren’t you?”



“Go on, do it,” she told him, resigned to having him fuck her in this upright position that she still felt was quite awkward.



He hefted her torso higher and Sandy felt Brian’s erection slip into the opening of her vagina. She clenched her muscles in a welcome greeting when she felt the head of his cock slide up inside her. Then he let her weight bring her down on his vertical shaft until she bottomed out with all of him inside her. Then his hands at her arse cheeks lifted her up until only the head remained within her body … only to let her slide down once more.



In spite of her thinking the angle and positioning of their coupling was awkward, she was soon feeling those electric pulses deep down in her lower body. She became more active herself, answering each powerful thrust of his with her own pelvic movements, intended to make the next stroke more pleasurable than those that had gone before.



They were soaked as the water continued to cascade down over them … and they were loud with the sounds of intense pleasure as their fast and furious fuck pushed her closer to yet another wonderful release.



“Will you cum?” she managed to ask between grunts and moans and breathless panting.



“No, I told you I think I’m all done with cumming, but I can stay hard for our continuing pleasure.



A little disappointed that she wouldn’t again feel his powerful spasms as his cock spurted its cum into her, she nevertheless pushed her own body on, sensing that she would climax very soon.



They went at it hard and heavy and she responded with a towering orgasm that sent waves through her whole body and left her held up there in the shower, her back leaning against the shower wall until her clitoral and vaginal throbbing subsided.



Without any possibility of him cumming this time, Brian took three more deep strokes up into her after he felt and heard her release hit, then he held firm deep into her while her velvety passage pulsed and throbbed around him.



When he saw that her fourth orgasm of this day was complete and her whole body had ceased to tremble, he eased her legs down until her feet touched the tiles on the shower floor. He needed to hold her up as her trembling legs threatened to bring her whole body down.



When she was at last able to stand on her own, Brian opened the shower door and reached for a large fluffy towel hanging on the wall outside the shower. He felt his own legs were a bit wobbly after carrying her weight through that fabulous fuck. He towelled her down until she was dry everywhere except within her vulva. Then she took the towel and did the same for him.



They returned to the bedroom and when Sandy spotted the bedside clock, she said, “Shit, it’s lunchtime already, can I get you something, maybe you need some nourishment for whatever you plan to do with me the rest of the day. I am guessing that it’s not over, that you do intend to stay with me a bit longer?”



“No, food is not necessary and yes, I certainly intend to stay a while longer. How about we have a lie down just to recover from that last one.”



They went back to bed and lay peacefully and entwined together. Sandy observed that the strain of holding her up while also thrusting hard into her might have tired a man who was almost a generation older than her. He fell asleep quite quickly, leaving Sandy to lie in his arms, analysing the day this far. Despite the energy she too had exerted on this very sexual day, she was way too excited by the adventure with Brian to sleep.



While she was ecstatic with the pleasure she had drawn from this man’s body, she did ponder how she had let all this happen. Why had she been so eager to agree to have sex with Pete’s boss? Why had she so shamelessly enjoyed everything he had done with her so far … even letting him putting his cock in her arse. She reached a hand around behind her and tested for soreness by gently touching her own anal ring. Yes, she certainly was tender there and it was doubtful she would let Brian do it again today, but it amazed her that she had not felt the pain that she had expected.



She spared a thought for her poor unsuspecting husband. Yes, admittedly he had got himself caught up with the teenage granddaughter of his previous boss and she was still mad at him for that. Pete had even told her that, because of his transgression, she was free to have sex once with someone else. He said he wouldn’t be happy, but he would understand. ‘But,’ thought Sandy, ‘would he understand this much sex with another man … and my enjoyment of multiple orgasms?’



Now, she had had two sex sessions with this man … Pete’s own boss, although that first one had taken her completely by surprise and could have been labelled possibly as sexual assault. But this second session today was completely different – not just a hurried 10 minutes of carnal satisfaction. She and Brian had been at it all morning and there was still the promise of a few more hours to come. Surely she had broken the boundary of the free pass that her husband had offered her.



‘What next?’ thought Sandy. ‘Will a few more hours with Brian be enough?’



Would Sandy be satisfied to walk away after he fucked her once or twice more this afternoon? What if he called her again next week? What would she say then? This man of power — and physically, a powerful mature man — had opened up cravings in her body that she never knew existed. His ability to give her multiple orgasms was something she couldn’t just turn her back on. And there was the pregnancy risk. Yes, she was indeed now in a deep dilemma.



Sandy amused herself while Brian slept by daydreaming about what she would like them to do next. Knowing that her lover was not a fan of missionary position, she was curious what he would want from her body and how he would take it.

When she saw that Brian seemed to be stirring in his post-sexual slumber, Sandy began to play with his penis, testing the man’s claims about his Viagra hit. Sure enough, it began to stiffen proudly from just her fondling and she smiled at her lover as she tested her power to arouse him. He reached down between her thighs and began to gently run his fingertips along the lips of her labia.



She closed her eyes to better soak up the instant pleasure that returned from his careful and attentive touch. “Do it to yourself,” he said, his authoritative voice breaking the emotional silence in the room.



She opened her eyes, “What?” startled by what she thought she had heard.



“I said do it to yourself, touch yourself, as you would if you were here alone, I want to watch you get yourself off.”



Sandy blushed, “No, I couldn’t!”



“That’s nonsense, of course you can. Every woman does it, I want you to do it for me.”



“Why?”



“Because you are a very sexy sensual woman, more so than you know. I want to see that side of you rise to the surface. I want to watch you pleasure yourself just as you would if nobody was here. I want to watch from the start of your arousal right through until you peak and your body is totally overcome by the pleasure that you yourself induced.”



“Oh God, that’s so embarrassing, no I couldn’t do that. It’s a very personal thing.”



“Nonsense, of course you can. Now do it for me.”



Brian’s voice was quite commanding. As the boss of his company and a very dominant man, he was so used to getting his way all the time. He had shown that when he seduced Sandy in his private bathroom that night at his party.



She stared back at him, her mind whirling, ‘Oh God, can I do this, its such a personal thing? Not even Pete has ever watched me masturbate.’



Brian had stopped intimately touching her clit and lips just as it was feeling good. Sandy convinced herself that it was the need to keep those feelings going as much as his request for her to masturbate in front of him that caused her fingers to slide from off his penis. She parted her thighs a little more and touched her own fingers to her now budding clitoris, closing her eyes to block out his probing gaze.



She twirled her middle finger around her clit, enjoying her own touch; she was already wet from Brian’s touching. While she liked diddling her clit with just one finger, she varied it by sliding all her fingers down along her now swollen labia lips and delving into the opening of her vagina. She began to make little noises, expressions of pleasure that were leading up to full blown moans as her heat intensified and her expert self ministrations began to bring her body to the boil.



As the throbbing and pulsing within her lower torso mounted, she began to twist her body around on the bed, the fingers on her other hand rising to rub her breasts and pinch her own nipples. In her excitement, she opened her eyes and stole a glance at her lover alongside her. He was lying on his side, a smile on his face, he appeared to be engrossed in watching her sexual excitement rise. He leaned across and kissed her passionately.



“I want you inside me again,” she pleaded breathlessly when the kiss ended, hoping that he would do that and help her end this embarrassment early.



“Not until you’ve cum,” he told her.



While she desperately wanted Brian to take over and slide his penis inside her once more, if he wasn’t going to, she knew she had to take her arousal to its end herself. Her fingers swirled around her clit faster and faster, her breathing was heavy, laboured. She felt her peak nearing. She closed her eyes again and let her finish wash over her. Her hips humped and she came furiously, her thighs tightening to hold her fingers there, a wild uninhibited orgasm erupting through her body, bringing stunning pleasure.



As the sexual pulsing finally began to ebb, she felt her legs pushed wide apart by Brian’s knees and then he was above her once more, his body fitting itself to hers, his hard knob pushing against her still throbbing vagina, seeking entry. He pushed firmly and she felt his cock-head inside her. Sandy wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and her legs around the backs of his thighs and welcomed the hard thrust of his whole penis into her body.



The pace of his thrusts indicated just how aroused Brian had become from watching her masturbate. He fucked her solidly until she came yet again and then he stopped, unable to reach release himself this time, but happy to watch Sandy in the intense throes of sexual pleasure yet again.



When they had both calmed down, they lay in the bed, on their sides facing each other. They made small talk and Sandy took this opportunity to ask, “Brian, you said you would give Pete a promotion if I let you fuck me in the arse.”



“Yes I did!”



“Did you really mean that?”



“Of course I did. In fact, I was thinking that I might make a call to get the wheels moving on that, so that you can see that I am as good as my word.”



“Wow, that’s quick! Anything else kinky that you want to do, maybe he could get a pay rise too.”



“Be careful what you ask for Sandy. Getting fucked in the arse was a walk in the park in comparison to some of the other things that I might ask you to do.”



She decided to leave that subject alone, accepting the warning that his next request could push her boundaries to somewhere she mightn’t want to go. Still she was curious, but decided not to ask right now.



“I tell you what Sandy, let me make a call and while I’m doing that, you might get us something to eat. All this fucking is making me quite hungry.”



They got out of bed, Sandy went to use the toilet and Brian picked up his mobile cell phone to make a call. When she had completed her peeing, Sandy went to the kitchen and began putting a salad together for them to enjoy a late lunch. Brian soon appeared in the kitchen, coming up behind her.



She was now so comfortable with this man in a highly sexual way that she had not bothered to even put on a robe. She stood at the kitchen bench stark naked. She felt his body up against her back, his hands coming around to fondle her breasts, his semi-hard penis brushing between the cheeks of her tender arse.



“My God Brian, you are insatiable. Can we at least hold off until we have something to eat?”



Before he could answer, the jarring ring of the home phone startled her, “Oh shit, who could that be?”



“Who knows, how about answering it?”



“If it’s one of my girlfriends or worse, my mother, I don’t want to get caught on the phone while you’re here. I don’t want to waste a minute with you.”



“Its okay, I can eat lunch while you talk.”



With reservations, Sandy picked up the phone, “Hello!”



Her husband’s voice coming through the phone line so clearly like he was in the room with them, startled her, “Pete, what are you doing calling at this time of day?” She spun around to look at her lover, guilt written across her face.



“I know I never usually call you through the day, but I thought you’d want to hear this bit of news. I was so excited that I couldn’t wait until tonight to tell you.”



“Oh really darling, what is it?”



Sandy stood frozen by the kitchen bench, spooked at hearing her husband’s voice on the line while she stood naked alongside his boss, equally naked with his half erection bobbing in front of her glazed eyes.



Pete’s voice continued in her ear, “Honey, you remember my boss Brian don’t you?”



Sandy had to smile at that question as she looked directly at the naked man alongside her, “Yes darling, I do remember Brian … very well.”



Her husband didn’t pick up the subtle inflection in her voice. But Brian chose that moment to step over to the table, pushing the salad bowl and plates to one side. Then he moved around behind Sandy while she talked and pushed her naked body up to the table edge. With one hand firmly on the middle of her back, he bent her upper body down over the cleared spot.



Annoyed and nervous about his intentions, Sandy tried to resist, turning her head around to glare back at Brian as he manoeuvred her into the position that he wanted, but protest was impossible while her husband was on the line.



“Well, Brian’s wife Penny just called me here in the office and said that she and Brian wanted us to come over to their house on Sunday for a dinner party. There will be a few of the other managers there too. And she said that the occasion is for Brian to announce that I’m getting a promotion. Can you believe that honey? I’ve only been in the company a short time and already I’m getting a promotion. Wow, they must think a lot of me.”



Struggling to resist Brian’s devious manoeuvring, Sandy was saddened to hear the incredulous excitement in Pete’s voice, aware that this unexpected promotion was solely due to her own adulterous actions just a few short hours ago in presenting her virgin arse to Brian.



She struggled against Brian holding her down against the kitchen table, her naked breasts now squashed onto the timber surface. She managed to say, “Oh Pete, that’s wonderful news, but why would Penny call you to tell you that? Where’s Brian?” She threw in that question in an attempt to avert any suspicion that Pete might get before this phone call was over.



“Oh, Penny said that Brian’s out playing golf today, but he called her to tell her that he had made the decision about me while playing the second hole … isn’t that a strange thing to do — and to say, honey? I can’t think why he would make such a decision at that exact moment, while playing the second hole. Anyway, he wanted her to arrange the dinner party straight away and for her to call everyone to invite them.”



Sandy immediately recognised Brian’s twisted sexual mind at play with the comment about playing the second hole. Her guilt surfaced again and she hoped that Pete didn’t work that one out.



Brian was quite strong and now he had her upper body flattened down across the table. When she felt his fingers touching her pussy intimately, she began to get a sense of what Brian was striving to do. In this vulnerable position, her naked arse and pussy would be totally exposed to Brian, spread as she was and she panicked about his intentions while she attempted to talk sensibly to her husband on the phone. She struggled to keep her legs together, but Brian’s hands forced them apart.



She felt his penis at the wet lips of her labia, sluicing around between her folds, picking up her wetness. He also swiped it between her arse cheeks and, for a moment, she was terrified that he would try to have her arse again. She knew from today’s initial experience that she couldn’t remain silent if he tried to take her in her tight arse again. ‘At least,’ she thought, ‘if he puts normally in my vagina, I will only feel pleasure not pain. I can stifle my pleasurable moans, but I could hardly silence any screams of discomfort. I can’t let on to Pete what is happening here in our kitchen now, and has been happening all day in our bedroom.’



Brian’s hands now held his lover’s body steady on the table while his cock-head probed for her vaginal entrance … and then the solid core of his knob slotted into her wet opening and he thrust his hips forward, lodging it within her. Sandy attempted to stifle a loud grunt as her body was intimately entered.



She had been answering her husband as the thrust came, “That sounds wonderful Pete, I’m sure we’re free on Sunday … ungghhh!!!”



“What was that … Sandy, what happened?”



“Err, oh nothing Pete.”



“You sounded like you hurt yourself.”



“Yes … yes I did … I, err … I stubbed my toe on the leg of the table.” Knowing that she would struggle not to emit a grunt every time her lover pushed his shaft into her body, she tried to end the call. “Listen darling, how about we discuss it tonight over dinner?”



“Honey, what’s wrong, are you rushing me off? What’s happening, are you busy or something?”



“No not at all, I think its great that you’re getting a promotion, you really do deserve it.”



“Thanks honey, but I am so excited and I thought that you would be too.”



“Don’t get me wrong, I am … I really am.”



Then the expected happened. Sandy was anticipating it and she braced herself as she felt Brian’s hips thrust against her arse cheeks and he lodged at least half his now solid erection within her vagina. She managed to get her free hand over the mouthpiece as the force of her lover’s thrust brought another loud grunt from her.



“What is it Sandy, you sound really strange today?”



“No, I’m alright, really, its just that my toe is throbbing from where I stubbed it. I might have to go and put some cream on it. Can I call you back?”



“No not yet, don’t go yet honey.”



Sandy just managed to get her hand over the mouthpiece again as Brian pushed the rest of his shaft hard up inside her, his tip touching the entrance to her cervix, filling her passage completely. Then with barely a second’s hesitation, Brian drew his shaft right back until only the head clung to her insides, and then he drove it hard back up inside her.



There was a long pause on the phone line while Sandy absorbed those two hard thrusts. She would loved to have fully appreciated the wonderful sensations that washed through her body from Brian’s powerful fucking, but she fought hard to keep from letting any expressive sound come from her mouth. Between thrusts, she quickly said, “Its alright darling … I’m still here.”



“You really do sound strange honey, your voice just seemed to rise up several octaves. Are you sure there’s nothing wrong.”



“Unghhh” (mouthpiece covered) … No, damn it Pete, I told you there’s nothing wrong … (covering again) Unghhh!”



“Alright, you don’t have to shout at me, I just expected that you’d be as excited as me. And I wanted to speculate with you what the new job might be.”



Sandy was so sorry for her husband. He had been so eager to share his good news with her, yet here she was, desperate to end their conversation immediately for fear the sounds of her being fucked would give away her adulterous deception.



She tried to play along with Pete, “That’s hard for me to do darling, I don’t know what all the positions … (cover mouthpiece) Unghh! … (uncover) are in the company. You’re better placed than me … (cover mouthpiece) Unghh! … (uncover) to guess at what Brian might be able to offer you.”



“Yes I guess so, thanks anyway for listening to my news.”



He sounded quite disconsolate, compounding the guilt that Sandy already felt for cheating on her husband. But she was also relieved that he had given her an opening to end this call, “So I’ll look forward to seeing you when you get home, okay darling.”



Her finger was poised over the disconnect button and she waited for him to confirm that their call was over, but Pete continued, “So honey, why don’t we do something to celebrate, we could go out for dinner somewhere special?”



Brian was quickly into a driving rhythm and Sandy was struggling to keep the breathless gasps from out of her voice. Even worse, with one hand, he eased her shoulders up off the table top and slipped his other hand under her body to grasp one breast in the palm of her hand, quickly manipulating the nipple to an erect peak.



Pleasure was now coursing through her body from two points and meeting somewhere in the middle to bring her arousal up strongly. “Yes we could,” she managed to gasp between breathless moans.



“How about that new Thai place down on Stanton Street?”



“Ummm! If you want!”



Sandy didn’t know how long she could maintain this stuttering conversation with her husband before he eventually worked out that she was in the middle of a wonderful, powerful probing fuck. Brian was now into a steady pulsing rhythm and it was difficult to even find a gap long enough to say a clear word without an audible moan of pleasure punctuating it.



“I don’t know what it is honey, but you really seem preoccupied. If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were having a little daytime play with yourself.”



The sexual sensations now building through her body were making it hard to reason clearly. She tried to decide whether to agree with his assumption that she was masturbating. That at least could explain away some of her noises because it was obvious that Brian had no intention of stopping to allow her to finish her conversation with Pete in a normal manner. Her lover was evil to be putting her through this sexual torture and risking revelation to her husband.



She couldn’t hide her sensual sounds any other way. Sandy had to agree with Pete’s assumption, “Oh God, ummm, you’ve got me Pete, ummm, I was having a little play, ahhhh, I was going to stop for you, ummmm, but its really feeling … oh God, ahhhh … Pete, its really feeling great … ummmm!”



What a brainwave idea to allow her to fully enjoy the solid doggie-style fucking she was now getting from Brian’s powerful cock yet maintain the phone conversation that her husband obviously still felt the need to have.



“Wow Sandy, I feel almost like a voyeur sitting here in my office listening to you get yourself off. I am really surprised though, I thought that we would do it enough that you wouldn’t feel the need for something else.”



“Ummm, I was just especially … ahhhh, err, super horny today … ummm, darling!”



“Oh Sandy, don’t cum yet, I’m getting my cock out. You’ve got me so turned on that I’ll cum with you.”



Was it the different position of Brian taking her from behind, was it his free hand playing with her left nipple, was it the fact that her husband was listening to her cum over the phone while her lover plundered her vagina with his rampant cock? Whatever, Sandy was now on the verge, the pulsing building rapidly from the constant incessant rhythm of Brian’s powerful thrusts.



“Better be quick darling … ahhhh, I’m almost there … unghh, oh God Pete, I’m gonna cum!”



“No, it’s too soon, you’ve gotta wait for me honey … not yet, I’m just getting started. It will take me at least a couple of minutes. God Sandy, you’ve got me so hard honey!”



“Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, too late darling, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, I can’t stop! Ungghhhh!” Her orgasm washed over her, the throbbing emanating from the centre where Brian’s cock was pounding within her.



But Brian never let up this time. Instead of steadying to allow her to fully appreciate the throbbing orgasm as he had previously, his relentless thrusts went on and on, carrying Sandy on, her body’s response not letting up. Pete’s voice was in her ear again as the sensual cloud from her orgasm cleared just a little. “Did you cum Sandy? I’m getting there fast honey.”



“Oh God Pete, yes I’ve cum, ahhhh, but darling I’m still doing it, I’m … ahhhh, I’ll keep … ahhhh, I’ll keep going for you!” Lie upon lie, Sandy had no way of controlling when the sensations in her body would stop. Brian was controlling her body and in turn, now controlling Pete’s.



She felt the pulsing within her body returning rapidly … or had it never left her? Was this going to be one long continuous orgasm? She was rising to a peak once more and now she couldn’t even form words for her husband on the phone line.



“I’m getting close honey,” Pete told her keenly, “You sound like you might cum again.”



“Ahhhh … yes, ahhhh … oh Pete, I am, I am … ahhhh! Yes! Yes! Now!”



“Honey, I’ve never known you like this … God, you sound so horny doing yourself. Oh let it go Sandy, I’m almost there too!”



But Sandy had no control over her body. It was in Brian’s hands, dancing at the end of his cock, responding to his every hard thrust, to his manipulation of her nipples. The next wave hit her, seemingly as powerful as the first and her body tried to rock with the sensations although wedged hard against the table by Brian’s powerful body.

We spoke on the phone every night, masturbating and describing what we were doing and what we wanted to do. I told him about my vibrator as it nestled at the apex of my cunt lips snug into its very own hood making sure to lick my fingers and verbally remind him of how I taste.



“Well, it’s like this Mr Barnes; It’s just starting to tingle darling,” I said, “Ooooooh, it’s fucking nice, how about you?”



“I’m lying on my bed and rubbing my prick like you do, but it’s not the same.”



“Well, imagine that I’m kneeling on the bed between your legs and my lips are just around the head. I’m sucking you and sucking you, and sucking you, I’m flicking your cockhead with my tongue just underneath where the stretched bit of skin is…”



“And what about you,” he said, “Am I fucking you?”



“Yes,” I gasped, “listen…”



I’d pulled the vibrator from between my labia and started to pump it in and out of my fleshy cunt lips and the soft squelchy sound was picked up by the phone microphone, switching off the vibrate function so he could hear me. I didn’t for a second think about how stupid I must have looked slopping the vibrator in and out of my pussy with the phone receiver right next to my cunt.



I could just hear his voice urging me on. I put the phone back to my ear panting.



“Could you hear?” I said.



“Yeah,” he growled, “do it on your hands and knees,” he ordered.



“Okay,” I whispered to him and turned over. I laid the phone handset on the pillow and laid my head on it to hold it in place. I then reached down between my thighs and pumped it in and out of my cunt. “Oh Tim,” I exclaimed, “It’s nowhere near as good as you, it’s not long enough, it’s not going in far enough.” I panted in time to my thrusts.



“Easy answer to that,” he said, “stick it up your arse…”



“What?”



“I said stick it up your arse; I absolutely insist.”



Now I know that I could simple have pretended, and made the sort of noises that he’d expect to hear, but leaving the vibrator in my cunt, I put my arm around my back and felt down for the butt end. My pussy tightened and the vibe slid out just in reach of my right hand.



“OK,” I panted, “I’m just…” I put the tip in the crack of my arse and slid it up until I felt the point touch my anus. “It’s just about to go in.”



“Push,” he said, “tell me how it feels.”



I pushed, and it slipped; I chuckled, “It slid out,” I said, “Hang on, aaaaaah, awwww shit, that’s tight.”



“Pump it in and out, I don’t care how tight it is, fuck your arse with it.”



“OK darling,” I said, slipping it in and out as ordered. “Oh that’s good, it’s tight, I feel full, it’s kind of wanting to go, then not wanting to – fuck it’s good.” It was only wet with my pussy juice and I was pleased the plastic didn’t lose too much moisture. I could feel it becoming dry though and hoped it would Tim would come or let me come.



“It’s me fucking you Elaine, It’s my cock forcing itself in and out of your arse; play with your clit…”



“Oh God,” I cried out almost falling to the bed, as my weight was taken by my shoulders against my pillows. I strummed hard, flicking hard, still trying to fuck my arse with the slowly drying vibe.



Now to recreate the technical aspects of this activity, do that, rubbing your stomach in a circular motion and patting your head at the same time. It was becoming a bit of a struggle and Tim must have heard my occasional frustrated growl.



“Switch the vibrate back on…” he order.



“Oh Tim, you dirty bastard,” I said reaching back for the grooved base and twisting it to full power. SHIT!!



“OH CHRIST,” I cried out, “Tim you fucking beauty!” It was the weirdest sensation ever, and I could hear Tim chuckle to himself as I flicked my clitty again, holding the vibrator in place as it tickled and prickled. I felt the tingle start in my arse and belly and gasped a hissed ‘ooh yeah’ as I began. “Oh Tim,” I cried out, “I’m coming, I’m co-oooooh shit!” I mumbled into the phone as the spasms struck and I burbled promising him endless blow jobs as I came a couple of hundred miles away from lover, who I could hear gasping as he came into a pair of my knickers I left precisely for this occasion.



We got our breath back and asked each other about our mutual orgasms. Tim it seemed had come so hard that the knickers slipped and he pumped his come over his belly and lower chest. For me I was lying flat on the bed still with the receiver wedged under my face, my left arm pinned under me cupping my entire puss, and my right hand gently hold the now still vibrator in my arse as the final shudders came and went.



We chatted softly as lovers do, neither wanting to be the one that said goodnight and ended what we shared. It was a school night, and as my radio alarm ticked to thirty minutes past eleven, I said that we both had to sleep now, and that I would call him tomorrow.



I put the phone back onto its cradle, and reached back for the butt of the vibe still indecently sticking out of my arse. I gently pulled it out, and wiped it clean with some wet wipes I kept in my knickers drawer for just this reason. I thought about getting a small tube of KY jelly to keep with it, but then figured Tim would bring his with him when he moved south. I closed my drawer, and lying as I had when I fucked myself, put one hand on my still tingling arse and fell into the most peaceful and deep sleep.



On Thursday I bought the local paper for jobs, and I found that the local grammar school was looking for an Arts Department technician, someone to mix and fill paint pots, assist in painting and pottery lessons and operate the school kiln; I drove there the next morning and collected an application pack in time for me to take it to Manchester with me that night.



I had gone out and bought a new black lace body, in preparation for that Friday night. I knew he’d be horny and I knew for certain that I was, and any underwear I wore would be torn off of me and thrown aside, but we BOTH liked them and what they did for us prior to the sex. We loved fucking each other and the undies were the nice addition, just the ‘jam on the bread’ as my Nanny Barnes would have said.



We didn’t spend the whole of our phone conversations wanking of course, we did actually have some intelligent discussion before we turned to sex starved animals! I told him about the application I’d found and would collect, and we discussed moving his stuff to my place and how to dispose of Mums.



That Friday when I left work I went straight to the nearest rental van place I picked up a biggish over-cab Ford Transit that would get almost all of his stuff in it at one go. It was a slower less comfortable drive, as my car was high performance, had an excellent stereo system and a soft top.



The Luton van had a radio that would only tune to two stations and I soon ran out of cassette tapes to play in it.



After a reeeeeeeeally boring five hour drive I turned into the street that held the old house. It was never ‘my’ house and I pretty much hated the place until Tim’s makeover of it and our lovemaking. I would always have the memory of our first night of lovemaking in his bedroom of course but ‘my’ house was in Surrey and 250 miles away. I saw to my surprise that a ‘For sale’ sign was already up.



As I opened the door, I could see that he’d already started to pack. The front room was empty, cleared of all but boxes of things he’d labelled; charity shop, check with Elaine, check with Ronnie, all sealed with brown tape.



Mum’s room was clear, all of the furniture gone – either collected by Social Services or taken by the council dustmen. His room was still looking as good as it had before, it only needed me naked on the bed to make it perfect. His model railway was packed into the original boxes, and he was there, roller in hand, painting over the fantastic scenery that had graced the wall since I moved out some twelve or so years back. I didn’t have a room for his railway but was working on that. I hadn’t told him yet but I was seriously considering putting my house on the market as well. I loved my little place but there wasn’t room for Tim’s railway, and what’s more I wanted a fresh start.



I had introduced Tim as my brother to my next door neighbours, not thinking that in a few short months we’d be lovers, and I didn’t want any suspicious noses poking over fences or staring at our comings and goings and commenting on how many sets of sheets went up on the line each week.



The old lady next door had lived in her house for forty odd years and somehow, much as she was a lovely sweet old thing, I’m not sure she’d believe that all was normal with that lovely single young school teacher and her younger brother living in such close proximity to her and also my bedroom wall was her bedroom wall.



I wanted a new start, with Tim. I’d pretty much given up on a man, marriage, children and that kind of thing, which was probably why I felt the way I did about Tim. He was probably as emotionally fucked up as I was – his lack of any kind of personal female company was even more evident than my failure with the men I’d known. All I knew was that Tim was as much of a man as I could ever want and, well, I had hundreds of children to look after, let’s face it.



That night, after packing the first of Tim’s boxes and furniture into the box van I’d brought, we lay on his bed in his almost empty bedroom watching TV and eating fish and chips out of the paper, something Mum would never of allowed and had we not cremated her, would probably have had her gently rotating in her last resting place.



Chips finished, we’d began to fill in his application form, and I would remove a piece of my clothing or his at the completion of each page. Finally, as we worked through the section ‘any other information to support your application’ I slowly and sexily removed my white cotton blouse to reveal the black body, the cleavage it gave me and the cheeks of my arse exposed by the cut of it at the rear.



“Fuck, Elaine, come here, NOW!” he ordered.



“NO!” I said wagging a finger at him, “you’ve got to apply for your job, then you can have your present.”



“But…” he started, looking at me all puppy-dog like.



“You know that doesn’t work with me Tim,” I said folding my arms and raising my tits, but knowing that he’d pretty much just grab me and fuck me if he really wanted to, “complete your form!” I ordered bending forward at the waist so he could stare down my cleavage. I then turned round so the strip of black lace bisecting my buttocks was there for him to see.



I had to stop myself from laughing at his efforts to answer all the questions and cover all the points in the job description, while nursing his huge erection and having an attractive and horny woman strutting before him denying him what he wanted most. After all, he needed a job down south and I couldn’t let one night of passion ruin his chances of what was actually a really good one.



“There!” he announced, carefully folding the paper in half and slipping it in the ‘reply’ envelope, “all finished, NOW,” he announced to the room, “Bring that sexy fucking body over here so I can FINALLY slake my lust on you.”



I feigned a yawn and stretched,



“Oh Timmy,” I said, “I’m too tired for sex, can’t we just sleep, Oh,” I said bending at the waist and looking at the newspaper I’d brought with me for the job adverts it contained, “there’s a Bond film on TV, let’s watch that.” I put my hands on the cheeks of my bottom and stroked them, then softly pulled them apart.



“Oh no,” he growled with a grin, “I’m fucking you, end of story.”



“You gotta catch me fi-irst,” I chimed at him, and sticking out my tongue pulled the door open, closed it behind me and ran down the stair, with him in hot and erect pursuit. We chased around the house ducking around boxes and furniture, not finding the one thing I’d wanted, a nice soft rug or some cushions for him to fuck me on; but no, everywhere was hard polished floor boards or linoleum – then, bathed in moonlight I saw the perfect spot.



We’d both of us cared for the lawn and cut it, rolled it, weeded it – why I’ll never know because Mum would scream down the garden if we so much as sneezed on it. I turned the catch in the back door and, probably for the first and last time, wearing nothing but a really sexy black lace body, ran out onto the lush grass Mum had been so proud of. Tim was out seconds later, naked and erect in the moonlight and grabbing me and rugby tackling me to the ground.



The fresh air and dew damp grass lightened our senses and we were soon snogging almost silently, while Tim tried to figure how the body was fastened. I knew it was a couple of hooks and eyes under the crotch but wanted him to find them on his own. In the meantime, he’d hustled the shoulder straps down and had freed my tits, dropping his hungry mouth to suckle on my already hard nipples, driven to aching erectness by the sexiness of the situation and the chill in the air. In the meantime I pumping his rock hard prick, readying it to do its wonderful thing.



He was trying to wrench the body down over my tummy so I gave up the struggle of fighting him and lifting both of my legs up I pointed at my groin and whispered “hooks” to him. In seconds he had found them and they pinged free allowing him the view of my pussy, shaved completely free of hair for the first time since they’d grown all those years back. He gasped and slid lower to look at my cunt, shining sliver in the moonlight.



“Christ Elaine,” he whispered, “that has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” As he stared I put a hand on the back of his head and pushed it down so his lips came into contact with my hairless mons.



Confession time; yes, it did look and make me feel fantastically sexy, but the real reason was those short wiry hairs would snag in the lace of the body, and rather than take it back (It did look fucking great on me by the way) the easiest thing to do was shave all of the hair off. Job done.



He sucked at my clit for what seemed like hours until, needing to feel him in me and filling me, I pulled him up, kissing his face that tasted of me and I felt his erection nudging at my cunt. Needing no urging or advice he pushed into me and that was that – our first midnight open-air fuck. While it was our first I swore it wouldn’t be the last and I came twice, before he spilt his semen into me.



I lay flat and well fucked under him; after my first come, he’d flipped me and described the glorious sight of my moonlit arse as he settled his knees either side of mine for the final push; and what a fucking push it was too. I struggled hard with containing my cries that came in time with his hard pumping thrusts and I trembled knowing that my orgasm was on its way but not knowing when, until I it hit me all at once and I fell forward into that grass gasping at each tremor his still thrusting cock put into me.



I cried out his name, and he began kissing my neck and nuzzling my face until I finally felt his own orgasm rise and encouraging to fuck me and fill me, he pinned me into the grass with his last ejaculating thrust.



Laying there and feeling the trickle of his copious discharge at my pussy I thought of the outrage Mum would have felt at us being on the grass. I’m not sure her outrage would have been lessened or increased any by the idea of Tim’s come pouring out of my flushed and sopping pussy onto that grass, but what the fuck; she’d gone and her malign, stagnating influence on our lives could stay in this house. I still have a lasting joy of seeing the imprint of my back and bottom in the grass and just next to it four indentations that were my knees and elbows.



The next day was a tiring round of packing and sorting, boxing and delivering things to the new ‘Age Concern’ charity shop. They had been regular visitors to Mum before her final illness and I knew she would have approved of that at least.



We showered and went to bed naked, too tired to do anything but hold each other. I woke first next morning and I felt his erect cock lying across my thigh. I figured that I would try the ‘cowgirl’ – after all I was so used to being flipped onto my hands and knees when we fucked – when we wanted it dirty and I had a need to be mastered. Then there was the standard missionary which was when we made love. But seeing him there gave me the idea to try one I’d seen in a womans’ magazine. I pushed him over so he was on his back, then straddled him, guiding him up and into me.



Fuck but it went deep, I had to concentrate or at one point I felt like I was being impaled on him and I felt the first discomfort. He had woken up enough to know what was going on and reached up for my breasts, and I let him, before taking his arms for support as I bounced up and down on his hardness making it touch all of the places I wanted it to. I came, falling forward on to him as I trembled though it. Within moments felt him slide from under me to take up his usual place at my rear, and already wet and ready he was soon sliding into me and fucking me hard, the way we both loved the most. I wriggled a bit knowing it would be enough of a hint to make him hold me down and fuck me, and of course he did.



“Wow,” I said, “that cowgirl I’m going to have to try again, but you are so fucking huge I can’t take you all that way.”



He rolled over me chuckling, “You’ll do as you’re told missy and take everything I have to give,” he started to tickle me. I tried to tickle him back but his extra strength and longer arms gave him the edge and I was soon helpless and in his arms. That morning, freed of the cloying overwatch of Mum I finally had my first inkling of what we were beginning to mean to each other and feel for each other.



I hadn’t really known Tim for nearly half of his life. When we came back into each-other’s lives we were relative strangers – I didn’t even like the old priggish, prudish younger brother of mine that I left behind. But meeting up after such a long time was like a new beginning, and I got to know this stranger. What had started as some initial fancying of the bloke across the kitchen table and some crafty and secretive masturbation had ended in a full-on secret love affair and even unspoken we both new how we wanted it to play out.



It was love, over and above what could be expected of siblings, proper full on, passionate love and on what would be our last Saturday in the house, we kissed pretty much for an hour until our lips, chins and tongues were sore. Neither of us said anything, and we just grinned and kissed.



Because it would be a fortnight until Tim would move in with me, I wanted something special for our last Manchester Saturday night. In that Saturday’s evening paper I found that a local Hotel was hosting a dinner and dance for charity and I phoned and ordered two tickets, I’d brought my favourite little black dress that was close fitting around my boobs and bottom, and made me look great, so told Tim he’d need something equally hot.



Tim’s clothing was pretty much all picked out by Mum and I told him that as well as something smart and hot for tonight, if he was going to job interviews he’d need to dress accordingly. I dragged him to a local Gent’s outfitters and they sold him three suits; two lounge and one dinner jacket with a real bow tie. Fortunately he was a perfect size for off the peg and he looked good in everything he tried on, but a few really stood out.



The lounge suits made him look like a totally new man. I’d never ever seen this side of him and I fancied him even more. While the sharp, contemporary lounge suits made him look hot, the DJ looked fucking amazing and as I sat there in my skinny jeans and tailored T-shirt, I felt my pussy moisten at his broad shoulders, his handsome features and those eyes that could make me swoon.



He showered and dressed in his new DJ, while I was dressing and making up. My little black dress was one of the most expensive items in my wardrobe, and fitted me well. I had my hair dressed, took extra time over my make-up and went bra-less and pulled on crotch-less black lace tights. At one stage I thought I’d need to put on panties as I just got so damp around the pussy and I did wonder if he’s smell the sweet wafting of my pussy ready to be fucked.

We got a taxi to the hotel, and were ushered through and shown to our table, which I was pleased to see was for two. The tickets were quite expensive and the event completely black tie. We were lobbied by some young people trying to convince us to sign up to some quite expensive monthly direct debits to help dig wells in Africa. We explained that we were poor school teachers trying to do our bit but coming this evening and they were kind enough to leave us alone and head to the next table.



The dinner was excellent, and the professional big band brilliant. We had been bullied into learning to dance when we were kids, don’t ask me why, and both knew how to foxtrot, so when the dinner had finished and the band moved onto swing numbers we were in our element.



We stopped a few times to drink the champagne that was being handed around, and rest our feet, but we soon found ourselves in each-other’s arms and when the tempo dropped to ‘I only have eyes for you’ we stopped any formal dancing and just held each other and kissed. I felt Tim’s hands on my bottom and hoped desperately that he wouldn’t try to pull my skirt up, as I remembered that I wasn’t wearing panties and the room would see my shapely, slightly pinched, white bottom framed by the black nylon of the crotchless and backless tights I was wearing.



“Careful,” I whispered in his ear.



“Careful of what?” he said, confused.



“Careful with the back of my dress,” I said and grinning coquettishly I added, “I’m not wearing any panties.”



He grinned in delighted surprise, and I felt his hands move across my arse as he tried to detect any subtle differences that might have let him know this. Whatever reason it was very nice to have my cute bottom, still one of my favourite parts of my body, massaged and generally grabbed and fondled.



The music stopped and an encore called for,



“If they play ‘New York-New York’ and expect us to all hold hands I’m out the door,” Tim said squeezing my bum again. I grinned resting my forehead against his, my arms around his broad shoulders.



“Don’t worry,” I said, “I feel it’s going to be a good one,” and with that, the band played ‘The lady is a tramp’ and the whole room sang it.



At the end, the band received a standing ovation, and the lights slowly came on. Still in each-other’s arms, I looked into his eyes, smiled then kissed him. We broke.



As we did, as one person we both started to mouth, ‘I love you’. We both beamed at each other, hugging, with him lifting me off my feet. When we broke for breath I had tears pouring down my face, and he dabbed them dry with his handkerchief.



As we left the ballroom, I noted that leaflets had been left on the tables indicating that rooms were available for the night at a reduced rate.



“How about it Mr Barnes?” I said, handing him the flyer.



“I would love to Miss Barnes,” he said, and handed over his credit card to the young man behind the desk. We took the lift almost to the top floor, and found our way to our large room. There was a welcome pack of shower gels and shampoos and toothbrushes and toothpaste.



We cleaned our teeth before starting to undress and I thanked whatever it was that caused me to put my contraceptive pills in my clutch bag as well as my lippy and compact. I lay on the bed in just tights, my bare pussy on full display, and with a hint of devilment on my part, I’d left on my patent leather stiletto heels.



His cock looked even bigger than usual and I guessed that the excellent food, excellent and copious wines, champagne and romance were making him look even better than he normally did.



I felt my eyes fill with tears again, and quickly reached down to remove my heels before dragging off my tights. I didn’t want to be his black laced whore tonight, I was more in love than I had ever been before in my life and I wanted it perfect. With no nightwear, I reached down and pulled up the silk sheets and pulled them tight across my bust to preserve not my modesty but to add a hint of the unknown. Tim had watched in the mirror, and when he turned to face me I saw in his smile that he understood and slid under the covers pulling them close and moving close next to me.



We kissed, and held each other, him taking his time with his gentle stroking and play, taking as long as he liked. Even though the clock said it was half past one I didn’t feel tired, and I holding his cheek, I whispered,



“My Darling Tim, make love to me.”



He climbed over me settling between my thighs that I had opened to welcome him, and the head of his cock pushed into me. We made love.



We didn’t fuck, we didn’t shag – we made love, simple, passionate, standard boring missionary sex but as I felt his come spill deep inside me, I came – crying in relief and with the simple emotion of the ending of the single most romantic night of my whole life.



When we arrived at the dining room the next morning, like quite a few others we were still in evening dress, and Tim’s bow tie hung around his neck made me fancy him even more.



After breakfast we walked from the hotel to the nearby taxi rank hand in hand, him in his white linen dress shirt and his DJ over his shoulder. It was one of those wonderful moments that you see in Bond films and just added to perfection.



We were as packed as we could be, and everything that wasn’t eventually coming back to my place, was gone or ready to go. He still had four days of his notice period to work out, so I’d be back for him in two weeks’ time with another smaller van and bring him and his final few possessions south for the last time.



The big removal van needed to be unloaded back at my house and returned to hire company before I collected my car and drove home and got ready for work the next day. So hours earlier than usual and barely able to control my tears, I kissed him goodbye again promising to ring him when I got home. We’d not had time for sex at the hotel as we had breakfast to get to, a shower and get the keys back before eleven o’clock. A month ago I would have dropped to my knees and blown him or let him fuck my mouth, but the downer I felt at having to leave him for almost a fortnight was almost paralysing.



I wiped my eyes on and off for the next hour until I finally got into the journey and the M1 became the M25 and then the A3, and I was home, unloading the van into my garage then driving the van back to the hire firm and collecting my car – safe, sound and brilliantly equipped. On the way back to my house I posted his application form in the letter box on the corner of my road.



I rang him, and we chatted about how his gear had fitted in the garage; I didn’t tell him that his clothes were in my bedroom drawers and wardrobes, not in the spare room he’d used last time. We both spoke in hushed whispers about how wonderful the weekend had been and he said that is was twelve short days before we’d be together again and in each-other’s arms I fell asleep, warm, comfortable and content after a miserable drive home.



We spoke the next couple of nights, him talking about the how much he was looking forward to coming south, and spending every night with me. The loving chat was as good as the phone sex we’d had the week before, and each night I slept soundly.



He had told me that he wouldn’t ring me the next night as he was being taken out for drinks and a curry the next night by his colleagues, so I had an early night for once and slept like a log.



The middle weekend came and I worked through the Saturday at a school event; much as I tried to get out of it, as Deputy headteacher I was duty bound to be there and help with what was ostensibly a fund raiser. That night I went out with the girls and we had a few drinks and danced. At one stage I was propositioned by a really fit looking bloke and six months before I would have given him the phone number he asked for. My girls all looked at me shocked, as the guy backed away disappointedly.



“What the fuck Elaine,” said Caroline, another school teacher, “he was fucking gorgeous!”



“Not for me sweetie,” I said, trying to hide any wistfulness in my demeanour that might give away my lack of desire for anyone else.



“Elaine Barnes!” said Judith once a school teacher, now a police officer, “you’re in love with someone!”



My face flushed as I knew it would.



I had two choices, deny everything to my girls that had known me through years of trials and tribulations and any number of boyfriends or run with the half-truth I’d been running through my head for the last three months.



I went with the half-truth, after all once Tim moved in they would all meet him, and none of them had met him before or knew he was actually my brother.



“OK, OK,” I said, “if you must know, there is someone I’m seeing at the moment, and it’s getting a bit serious actually.”



There was a drunken chorus of ‘oooohh’s from them and I was pushed back to our corner seat to spill the beans.



‘Tim’ was a guy I’d met in Manchester shortly before Mum died. He, like me, came from an unloving parent and we just clicked, and we supported each other through some difficult times. I talked about some days out we had, making love in his mother’s house while she was trapped downstairs because of a broken stair lift, and fucking in the garden. I finally added the whole romantic dinner and dance at the end and they cooed just as I knew they would. He was selling his house in Manchester and would be moving in with me at some stage and they were all bound to meet him soon.



“Moving IN?” they all burst out.



“Yes moving in,” I said, “I think this is the one.” They all cooed again.



“What about your weird brother,” said Judith, “Is he staying on in Manchester?”



“My weird brother,” I said tutting, “I haven’t seen him in six months, saw a bit of him when Mum died,” I said remembering Tim’s sadness at her passing, “but to be honest I hardly know him anymore. Yes,” I said raising my glass, “he’s definitely staying in Manchester!”



When I got home I phoned him drunkenly and told him about my double meaning conversation I’d had with the girls and he giggled. He too had gone out for a last drink with some mates and was giggly. We continued our chat and firmed up on the story getting it locked in our heads, and although drunk we added a few bits before blowing noisy kisses down the phone and signing off.



Amazingly I remembered all of it and thought about how best to spread the word so that Tim’s entry into my life would be slow and not raise suspicion. I would begin to tell mates at work about the boyfriend from Manchester and let them add their own thoughts to why I would go to Manchester so often to visit a parent and a sibling I didn’t really like. It worked perfectly.



On the Thursday before the Friday I was due to go get him he’d left message on my answer phone when I got back from work the next day again said that I shouldn’t wait up for a call that night either. Probably a final piss-up with his mates, although I didn’t think he had that many.



So I was most surprised when my door was soundly knocked at a little after eleven o’clock on that Thursday night – I peeked out of my bedroom window and saw a large transit camper van pulled onto the bottom of my drive and I recognised the distinctive colour of his mattress in the back of it. I looked again and my insides gave a leap when I saw the blue hoodie I’d bought him two weeks back and his smiling face waving up to my bedroom window.



I ran downstairs, pausing only to put on a pair of knickers and a dressing gown, he must have had someone drive him after all. I opened the door and pulled him in hugging him, really surprised and really happy to see my brother and lover.



“Where’s…” I said, looking around for another person, perhaps Ronnie had gone and got him.



He reached into his back pocket and brought out his brand new green and pink driver’s license,



“There,” he said, “licensed to drive cars, vans and women mad,” he said, and pointing over his shoulder, “and that is a bit of a bargain I picked up from the people buying the house. Ford Transit Motor home, two years old, all the mod con’s and part payment for the house. I passed my driving test ten days ago and have been waiting to surprise you by driving down.” He held my hand and walked me across to the RV still almost naked, “large double bed in the back,” he said, “More than enough room for a pair of lovers to get to know each other better in the countryside.”



“Oh Tim,” I said, forgetting any audience I might have, including the neighbour that had met ‘my brother Tim’. “Oh it’s wonderful! It’s wonderful to see you!”



“I couldn’t wait any longer,” he said holding me, tight in his arms, “and what’s more I’m taking you away for the weekend!” he grinned.



“The house?”



“Sold baby,” he said confidently, “we have this motorhome and the cheque for the other seventy five grand should be clearing in the bank on Monday.”



I put my arms around his neck and kissed him, such was my joy at seeing him and in his news. It turned out that he’d bought the house for fifty two thousand and in the housing boom the value had gone up by twenty thousand. He just wanted a quick sale and had no chain, so jumped at the chance presented by the young ‘first time buyer’ couple that wanted a big place like his.



“Well, my rich, big dicked man,” I whispered, “before you take me away for the weekend you should take me upstairs, take my panties and dressing gown off and take me from behind.”



“Thought you’d never ask,” he said and locking the front door with my key took me by the hand and led me to OUR bedroom. In the room he found an extra chest of drawers with the first of his clothes, his suits and posh shirts and trousers hanging in my wardrobe. His socks and boxers were in a small bedside table on HIS side of the bed. We have only not shared a bedroom a couple of times since.



As instructed he stripped me of my panties and dressing gown and instructed me to assume the position on the bed. He fucked me, long hard and fast causing me to orgasm, before feeling him pump his sperm into my womb.



“Another cherry gone,” he said, “Our first fuck in your house.”



I giggled and smiled back over my shoulder to him. I didn’t think he needed to know that he wasn’t MY first fuck in this house, but I got the point. We’d set the precedent!



“Wrong Tim,” I said, leaning forward to pull myself off of his softening cock, “Our first fuck…” I flipped onto my back and pulled him down over me, “in OUR house,” we kissed and got to know each other again, before going downstairs for supper, naked and loving it.



We sat in the kitchen chatting and giggling, both finally realising that we were free and this was a totally new start and we could write our own story from this point.



We had decided not to embroider our story too much as there were a few people in our lives that knew the truth and knew some of the people we knew.



So we kept it simple and as we had already discussed.



I stood, stretched and raised up on my toes making my tits stick out and my bottom to raise. Tim growled at my display and I tutted him and moved to the dishwasher to load the few plates bowls and cups we’d used. I bent over to load, knowing that my arse was on display to him with it’s hidden delights between it’s cheeks.



Knowing his mind by now I slammed the door shut ready to stand and make for the bedroom and round two. Tim wasn’t having that though.



Before I knew it I had been propelled sideways and was bent over the kitchen table.



“Why Tim Barnes, what ARE you do…”



The coldness at my anus let me know precisely what he was doing.



While I was bent forward he had opened the tiny cupboard that held my asprin, ibruprofen, plasters and… you guessed it, oils and creams.



What I had felt was a large glob of petroleum jelly pushed past the initial defence of my anal sphincter. He’d done this before of course I knew what I was to expect so relaxed my warm body against the cold oak of my table.



Finally after a few tense moments of expectation I felt his large expertly wielded penis press at my anus, and I heard the table squeak as he fucked me into it. Laying under him I could do nothing but lay there and let him do what he wanted to me.



I was getting fucked in my arse, and I lay my hands on my buttocks spreading them slightly to allow him further and deeper access into my bowels. His mastery of me was now complete; ten years ago if my lover had grabbed me and flopped me over my own kitchen table and lubed me up with my own vaseline I’d have screamed rape and have fought him off.



But here, this formerly mousey, squeaky man two years my junior had been raised and tutored by me



in his sexual awakening and I realised I’d created not a monster, but a master. I didn’t want him to tie me up or beat me, but I did want to grab me and take me!



That was precisely what he was doing now.



It transpired that he’d got the nerve to go and buy pornography; he’d bought magazines, story books, The Joy of Sex, even some videos. Having read or watched a selection of porn he’d completed his own sexual education in the time we’d been apart.



Previously I’d led our adventures, but as he grew in confidence he started to become the man and resented my pushing him around – just as I wanted him to and the real reason I’d tried pushing him around in the first place.



We loved each other just as much but I knew that I’d created the perfect lover.



After a good five minutes of fucking my arse over the kitchen table, something he’d seen in a porno film he was getting to the point of no return and I finally felt his hot come squirt into me. He withdrew from me, gently stroking my back and helping me back to my feet, where he put his arms around me and pulled me into him for a long kiss and cuddle.



Like I said, the perfect lover.



“Cherry number two,” he whispered into my ear and I fell to kissing him again.



Next morning by way of a ‘welcome to your new home and thanks for fucking me rigid’ I brought him breakfast in bed as I woke and switched off my alarm before it went off. I had to work for a few weeks before the up the end of the summer term, and I handed him the manila envelope that arrived two days before and had the invitation to interview for the grammar school job in at the end of the next week.



He drank his tea and ate his toast as I dressed ready for school with him making complimentary comments about my body and how great it was to wake up next to it.



“So how many times did you have to take your driving test,” I said, sat in just my skinny knickers at my dressing table and applying eye make-up.



He looked embarrassed,



“Second time,” he grinned, “failed the first time on ‘undue hesitancy’ – I wasn’t fast enough.”



I turned and flashed my boobs at him,



“That’s the very last thing I’d accuse you of,” I said and he growled back to me, bare-chested above the covering sheet. He drank the last of his tea and put his mug down and his hands behind his head.



I put on my bra, pulled on my T-shirt, and slipped into my skirt and zipped it and I kissed him goodbye, hoping that I wouldn’t have too much of a skip in my step at work and it wouldn’t be too obvious that I got a good healthy sorting-out last night.



We took to life together almost without noticing, when I got home it was to find that he had loaded the washing machine, the dishwasher, ironed a whole pile of clean laundry, and prepared grilled chicken breast, with baked potatoes and a salad.



I was looking forward to a night in front of the TV and a long kissing session, but as soon as I’d eaten my dinner, he was pushing me towards the front door and I remembered that we were going away for the weekend!



For the first time I got into the passenger seat and Tim drove. He was still a bit green, crunched the gears a few times and was a bit slow pulling away and nervous in traffic but I relaxed quickly, and two hours later, just as the sun began to set, we arrived in the New Forest.

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–Mmm-mm. Now, sexy, tell me more about the type of Mistress you NEED. Press 1 to get SPANKED by Punishing Paula. Press 2 to get TIED to the bed and TEASED un-MERCifully. Press 3 to be treated like the slut you are. Press 4—



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–Just a moment, sexy. You’ll be connected with one of our Mistresses right away. Remember: Simply press 1 to speak to a different Mistress at any time.



–(musak)



–Hello?



Hello.



–Are you on your knees?



Yes.



–Yes WHAT?



Yes, Mistress.



–Better. Now … what’s your name?



Tom.



–Hmmm … Tom. What have you been up to?



Well, Mistress. I’m on my knees in your boudoir. Sort of going through some of your things. And … well, I’ve tried on … I mean, I’m wearing a pair of your panties.



–Which ones?



They’re white, Mistress. Satin with pink roses.







The G-strings that have a matching lacy bra.



–I know which ones, you fucking Bitch. I’m wondering why it is you’re in my boudoir, wearing my underwear.







–Why is that, Tom.



I –



–You WHAT, Tom?



I — I just …



–Just what? Hmmm?



I guess, I guess I like the way they feel.



–Do you? You like the way the satin triangle cups your tiny little prick? Do you like the way it holds your cock tight?



Yes, Mistress.



–I bet you do, Tom. I bet you like the way that tiny little string rides up your ass and presses into your butthole. Tell me, Tom, is your ass a virgin?



Yes.



–It is? (laughter) We’ll see.







–Now, Tom. What I’m wondering is NOT why you snuck into my personal things without my asking. I’m not wondering why you are wearing my panties like a little sissy slut. Because I know, Tom. I know what a sissy bitch you are. I know what you need and you know I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to give it ALL to you. Do you think you can handle that, Tom?



Yes, Mistress.



–Hmm-mmm, we’ll see. No, what I’m wondering, Tom, is why you still aren’t looking at the ground like the fucking whore slave you are!



I’m sorry, Mistress.



–Look at the fucking ground.



Yes, Mistress.



–Are you looking at the ground, Tom?



Yes, Mistress.



–Good, boy. Good boy.



Thank you, Mistress.



–Now, Tom … tell me … what else do you have there besides my panties?



Well, Mistress, there’s the bra but I haven’t put it on yet. And I have some ice and there are candles burning and a belt.



–Hmmm … ice, candles, and a belt. Is that all?



Yes, Mistress.



–Are your sure you don’t have anything else there, Tommy? No long, hard toys for example?



Well, I do have my girlfriend’s vibrator, Mistress.



–Then fetch it, Tommy, and don’t waste my time any more.



Yes, Mistress.







I have it, Mistress.



–(laughter) Good boy, Tommy. Now, fetch me a rubber band and some clothespins.



Unh, I’m not sure I have any clothespins, Mistress.



–Tom, do you want to be my slave?



Oh yes, Mistress.



–Do you really, Tommy?



Yes, Mistress.



–Then why are you insisting on making me mad?



I’m … Mistress, I—



–You what, Tommy? Are you making me mad so that I’ll punish you? Is that it, Tom? Do you need to be punished?



Yes, please, Mistress.



–You want me to punish you? You want me to hurt you?



Yes, please, Mistress.



–Why is that, Little Tommy?



Because I’ve been a bad boy, Mistress.



–A bad boy, Tommy? Or a bad girl?







–Which is it, Tommy? Or is it … Tommasina? Are you my little Tommasina slut?



Yes, Mistress.



–Are you my little bitch-whore, Tommy?



Oh, yes, Mistress.



–And you’ll do anything to please me, won’t you Tommy?



Anything, Mistress.



–You’ll thank me for punishing you, won’t you, Tommy? You’ll beg me to hurt you, won’t you Tommy?



Yes, Mistress. Anything, Mistress.



–You’re going to be a good little slut, won’t you, Tommy?



Oh, YES, Mistress.



–THEN FIND SOME FUCKING CLOTHES PINS NOW, YOU LITTLE BITCH!



Yes, Mistress.



… … …



I have them, Mistress.



–That took a long time, Tommy-girl.



I’m sorry, Mistress. I had to look everywhere for the clothespins. But I found four of them.



–Only four?



Yes, Mistress.



–Very well, Tommy. Next time you’ll have them waiting for me, won’t you?



Of course, Mistress.



–Very good. Now, Tommy, you will do everything I say, won’t you?



Yes, Mistress.



–Good, then get the belt, bend your ass over and give yourself twenty good smacks.



Yes, Mistress.



–And after every spank, you will thank me for punishing you. Is that clear?



Yes, Mistress.







(smack) One Thank you, Mistress







(smack) Two –Thank you, Mistress



–Hit your pathetic little ass harder you little cunt! I want to hear it!



Yes, Mistress –(Smack) Three –Than—



–Start over at one, you cheating fuck!







(Smack) One Thank you, Mistress



(Smack) Two Thank you, Mistress



(Smack) Three Thank you, Mistress



(SMACK) Four Thank you, Mistress



–That was a good one. Do it hard like that.



(SMACK) Five Thank you, Mistress



(SMACK) Six Thank you, Mistress



(SMACK) Seven Thank you, Mistress



(Smack) Eight Thank you, Mistress



(Smack) Nine Thank you, Mistress



(SMACK) Ten Thank you, Mistress



(SMACK) Eleven Thank you, Mistress



–Come on, Tommy. Don’t slack off. I want to hear that soft leather crack on your ass.



(SMACK) Twelve Thank you, Mistress



(Smack) Thirteen Thank you, Mistress







–Doesn’t that feel good on your ass, Tommy?



(Smack) Fourteen Thank you, Mistress



(SMACK!) Fifteen Thank you, Mistress



(SMACK!) Six teen Thank you, Mistress



(SMACK!!) Seventeen Thank you, Mistress



(SMACK!!) Eighteen Thank you, Mistress



–Make that ass sting. Make it red for me. Make it burn.



(SMACK!!) Nineteen Thank you, Mistress



–Don’t slow down, Tommy. Smack that ass for me! Smack it! Beat it! Make it fucking sing for me, Tommy!



(SMACK!!!) Twenty Thank you, Mistress



–That’s it, bitch. YOU DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED AND I’M GONNA MAKE SURE YOU NEVER GET INTO MY LINGERIE DRAWER AGAIN YOU FUCKING PANTY-SLAVE WHORE. HURRY UP AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THAT ASS CUZ I GOT OTHER PLANS FOR YOU, YOU LITTLE SLUT!







–How does that feel, Tommy?



Oh, it hurts, Mistress.



–(laughter)



It hurts so good, Mistress.



–(laughter)







–How do those panties feel sliding up your ass?



Oh, so good.



–Pull the string up there, Tommy.



Ohhhh.



–Pull it harder.



Ohhh. Mmmm.



–Does that feel good, Tommy? Does it feel hot?



Oh, yes, Mistress. Mmmm-mm.



–Tell me, Tommassina, is that little slut ass of yours red?



Fuck yes.



–Well, let’s cool it down a little bit, shall we? Get some ice, Bitch, and rub it on that sore butt.







–How does that feel, Tommassina?



Very good, Mistress.



–(laughter) Good, now press the ice cube against the “virgin” butthole of yours.



(gasp)



–Feel good?



Yes.



–Good. Now, relax, Tommy, and work that cube of ice inside your butthole.



Ohhh. Ooooh.



–I bet that feels good, doesn’t it Tommy.



Oh, yes, Mistress.



–You’re such a good little slave, aren’t you Tommy? You’ll do anything I say, won’t you?



Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress.



–Then slip that G-string back in place so that ice cube doesn’t move and give your ass five more swats.







–Hurry up, Bitch!



Yes Mistress.







(Smack) One Thank you, Mistress



(Smack) Two Thank you, Mistress



(Smack) Three Thank you, Mistress



(SMACK) Four Thank you, Mistress



(SMACK!) OW! Five Thank you, Mistress



–(laughter) How’s that feel, Tommy?



It hurt, Mistress. My skin was all cold and … the belt …



–You’re a good boy, Tommy, and I’ll give you a reward on one condition.



Thank you, Mistress.



–Is that cube still up your butt?



Yes, Mistress.



–Good boy. Then your reward is to put that bra on like a real sissy girl. I’m gonna turn you into my true panty-slave and work you over like the cunt you want to be. Isn’t that right, Tommy? Don’t you want to be my cunt? Are you ready to be my slut?



Yes, Mistress.



–Is the bra on?



Yes, Mistress.



–How does it look?



It looks … it FEELS very sexy, Mistress.



–Of course it FEELS sexy, Tommy. It’s my lingerie. But I bet it looks RIDICULOUS. I bet you look like a fool. In fact, Tommy, you look like a sissy boy, don’t you?



Yes, Mistress.



–Now, my little sissy slave, get a cube of ice and start rubbing it on those tiny nubs you call titties. Make your little nipples hard. Make them fucking HURT!



Yes, Mis— Oooh. Mmmm.. Aaahhhh.



–Hmm-mmm. Good boy, Tommy. Keep rubbing that ice all over your little nipples. Make them stick out and reach for the sky make them as hard as that little cock of yours. Is it hard, Tommy? Is your prick straining against the satin of those panties, smearing pre-come all over the front?



Oh, God yes, Mistress.



–You’re gonna be so sorry for soiling my panties, Tommy. You’re gonna rue the day you decided to get into my lingerie.







–Are you still rubbing your nipples?



Yes, Mistress. The ice is almost gone.



–Stick it down your panties, slave. Rub the ice up and down your cock and balls!



Aaah! That feels so good, Mistress!



–(laughter) Of course it does. Now, Tommy, I want you listen very carefully to me. I want you to put a clothes pin on each nipple. Can you do that?



I … I think so, Mistress.



–Good. Put one on the left nipple first, Tommassina. Then the right one.







Oh! OW!



–Does that hurt, Tommy-boy?



Ah, yes!



–Good. Hurry up and get the other one on.







–They’re both on, Mistress.



–Do they hurt, Tommy?



Yes, Mistress.



–Good (laughter). And, Tommy, don’t you dare take those off before I tell you to. Is that clear?



Yes, Mistress.



–You’re not touching your prick are you, Tommy?



No, Mistress.



–Bullshit!



No, Mistress. Really. I—



–Don’t fucking contradict me, bitch! Twist those clothespins right now and make your fucking nipples scream! Hurry up!



OW! OW! AAARRGH!







–Now, Tommassina, don’t ever lie to me again. Is that clear?



Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry, Mistress.



–(laughter) You are very sorry, Tommasinna. Very FUCKING sorry. Standing there in your girlfriend’s bra and panties with clothes pins tearing into your nipples and melting ice dripping out of your ass. Yes, Tommy, you’re a sorry excuse for a man. In fact, I don’t even think you’re a man except for that little thing dangling between your legs. And YOU WILL NOT TOUCH THAT TINY EXCUSE FOR A PRICK AGAIN WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. You fucking whore. In fact, Tommy, I’m going to change your name. I’m not gonna call you Tommy anymore. If you want to be my panty-slave, then you’re name’s going to be … Rosalita. How does that sound, Rosie?



Anything, Mistress. Please, just let me serve you.



–If you’re worthy, Rosalita. If you’re worthy.



Thank you, Mistress.



–So, those are your girlfriend’s underwear, aren’t they, Rosie?



Yes, Mistress.



–What do you think she’s gonna say when she finds her panties are all stretched out fitting around your fat ass?



I—



–Do you think your girlfriend doesn’t know what a panty-slut you are, Tommy?



I—



–Of course she does, fool. She’s just waiting to find you out in her own time. Maybe that time’s tonight, Tommy. Maybe I’m going to invite her over to watch me fuck you, my little panty- slave. Do you think she’d like that, Rosie?



No, I—



–But you’d like that wouldn’t you?



No, Mistress, I—



–No? Oh, I don’t think so. I think you do. I think you’d like me to invite all your friends over. I think you’d like to be dressed like a woman and fucked by me in front of all your friends from work. All the boys from the gym. They’d love to see you act like a slut, wouldn’t they, Rosalita.



Mistress, I—



–Shut the fuck up and get on your knees.







–You will do what I say and you will beg me to do it. Is that clear?







Yes, Mistress.



–Then beg me to put on some of your girlfriend’s lipstick.



May I please put on some lipstick, Mistress?



–BEG!



May I PLEEEEZE put on some lipstick, Mistress?



–Whine like a little girl!



Oh, PLEEEZE may I put on some lipstick, my most beautiful, Mistress?



–(laughter) What a good little slut you really are, Rosalita. Very well. But make sure it’s slut red.



Yes, Mistress.







I’ve put it on, Mistress.



–Do you look like a cheap whore, Rosalita?



Yes, Mistress.



–I bet you do. Cuz that’s just what you are, right Rosie? You want me to take you down to the bar, Rosalitalita? Pimp you out for five bucks?



Oh, Mistress. I—



–Maybe we should paint your nails, to match those fuck-me lips. What do you think, Rosie?



I dunno, Mistress.



–Might be kind of hard to explain to your girlfriend, eh, Tommy?



Yes, Mistress.



–(sigh) very well, Tommy. I s’pose you’re getting anxious to get FUCKED. I bet that prick of yours is starting to hurt, eh Rosalitalita?



Not as bad as my nipples, Mistress.



–(laughter) Very well, my panty-slave. Take the clothes pins off. But I’ll have to punish you.



Thank you, Mistress.



–Next time, you’ll not only have the clothes pins ready, you’ll have a little better endurance. Won’t you Rosalita?



Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.



–How are your balls, Rosie? Kind of full? Hurt a little?



Unh, yes, Mistress. But—



–Well, they’re about to hurt a lot, bitch. How many rubber bands did you bring?



Five.



–Place two of them around your balls, right below the base of your cock. Now listen, Rosalita. I want them tight and I want them to hurt but not too tight. Do you understand?



Yes, Mistress.



–Then take two more rubber bands and place them at the base of your puny cock. Same rules. Tight and painful but it shouldn’t cut off your circulation. Don’t let that prick change color. You wouldn’t want to have to explain THAT to your girlfriend now would you?



No, Mistress.







–Well?







I’m done, Mistress.



–Well?



Ohhhh, it fucking hurts!



–Veerrry good, Rosalita. Very good. Now, pull the rubber bands away from your prick and let it snap back.



OW!



–(laughter) Do it again!



OW! That hurts!



–Good. Do it again! And keep doing it while I strap on my nine-inch long, fat-thick, bright blue dildo. It’s my martian dick and you know what I’m going to do with it. Don’t you Rosalita?



Yes, Mistr—



–Keep snapping your prick!



OW! Yes, Mi— OW! Yes, Mistress.



–Good. Now, get on your knees in front of me and tell me what you see.



I … I see you, Mistress.



–Do you see my cock, bitch?



Yes, Mistress.



–You know what to do, don’t you?



No, Mistress.



–You’re gonna suck it, bitch. And you better suck it reeeaaaal good because the only lubrication you’re gonna get when I fuck you is your saliva!



Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.



–Now, hold that vibrator in front of your face and beg me to suck it.







Please may I suck your cock, Mistress.



–Beg me, bitch!



Oh please, please, Mistress, may I suck your prick. I’ll do anything you say, Mistress, anything at all. I want to be your salve, Mistress please may I be your slave



–Beg to be my panty slut!



please may I be your panty-slut I want to be your who’ Mistress I want to suck



–Tell me you need to suck my cock!



your cock I need it, Mistress, I need to suck it Gawd I need it so bad, Mistress, please let me please please please oh please let me I



–Tell me why you need it, cunt!



need it Mistress I need it cuz I’m a slut and a whore and your panty-slave and your bitch



–Are you my bitch, Rosalita?



oh yes Mitsress I’m your bitch I’m your whore your cunt yourFucking beg me like a cheap whore!



–Then kiss the tip of this dildo.



(kiss)



–Kiss it all over.



(kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss)



–Now lick it up and down. Slurp on my dildo-cock, Rosalita.



(slurp)(lick)(lick)(slurp)(slurp) (slurp)(lick)(lick)(slurp)(slurp)



–You like that, don’t you, Rosie?



Yes, Mistress.



–Now, suck it, Rosie! Shove this dildo down your throat!



Mmmm-mmm.



–In and out, Rosie! In and out. Fuck your mouth with the dildo. Get it all slicked up. Yeah, I’m fucking your mouth, Rosie. Fucking it with my big blue Martian cock. Getting it all lubed up for that virgin ass of yours.



Mmmm-mmm.



–Take it all, Rosie. Moan like you enjoy it cuz I know you do, you bitch.



Mmmm-mmm.



–You like that, don’t you bitch? Take it all. Take it deep!



Mmmm-mmm.



–Reach down while you’re sucking my cock and snap those rubber bands a couple times.



Mmmm-mmm.



–Bend over and smack your ass a couple times, Rosie



(Smack!) (Smack!) (Smack!) (Smack!) (Smack!)



Woa, Rosalita. Don’t get carried away smacking that ass. It’s gonna get sore enough in a minute.



Oh, please, Mistress, may I come?



DON’T YOU EVEN THINK OF COMING UNTIL I GIVE YOU PERMISSION!



No, Mistress.



DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?



Yes, Mistress.



Stand up and take those panties off. You no longer des—



Yes, Mistress.



–erve to wear them. You’re pathetic. You’re a fucking whore. Take the bra off, too. And the rubber bands. I want you fucking naked when I fuck you.



Yes, Mistress.



–On your back, bitch.



Yes, Mistress.



–Spreads your legs.



Yes, Mistress.



–Give the dildo one last kiss, Rosalitalita.



(kiss)



–Now, place the tip of that rubber prick against your anus and shove it in.



AAAAHHH!!!



–All the way in, cunt!



OOOOOOHHHHH!



–That’s it, Rosie.



MMM-mmmm!



–Is it in, bitch?



Yes Mistress.



–How far?



A couple inches.



–I want it all the way in, Rosie. I’m gonna shove this dildo up your ass so far you’ll remember it for a week. Now DO IT! FUCK YOURSELF!



AAAARRRGGHH!



–That’s it whore. All the way in!



YES OHH YESSssss.



–Is it all the way in?



Yes, Mistress.



–How does it feel?



It feels good, Mistress.



–(laughter) I told you you’d like to be fucked, didn’t I Rosie.



Yes, Mistress.



–So start ramming that cock in and out, cunt!



Please may I come?!



–Fuck yourself first, bitch!



OHH! AARRRRGH! OOOOOO!



–That’s it, fuck your self good, you little panty-slut.



OH PLEASE MISTRESS MAY I COME!?



–Now pinch your nipples hard with your fingernails.



OH GOD MISTRESS! OH GOD!



–In and out you little cunt sissy panty whore.



OH PLEASE MISTRESS PLEASE!



–Now you may come, Rosie. Grab that cock of yours and pump away. Stroke it,



OH THANK YOU MISTRESS THANK YOU



–bitch. Shoot your load. Make that warm cum erupt all over your hands do it bitch do it do it do it



THAAAAAAAANNNNNKKKKKKK



GOD



JESUS



FUCK



–(laughter)



OH



My



gaawwwwwwd.



… … …



–Does that feel good, Rosie?



Oh thank you, Mistress.



–Did you make a mess, Tommy?



Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.



–You’re a very good slave, Tommy. A very good whore. Would you like a reward?



Unh, yes, Mistress. Yes, please.



–Is your hand covered with come, Tommy?



Unh, yes, Mistress.

I’d never wanted Sean again since the moment I had found out he was cheating on me. Not being able to bear looking in his eyes, I had picked my heart up off the floor, turned, and walked away without ever looking back. That was two years before. I haven’t had a boyfriend since. He’s been with her since. Funny how things work out.



It seems like everyone decided to talk to me about sex all of the sudden in the same week. At work someone had mentioned to me that she had her first ever threesome that weekend with another couple. The very next evening the guy who’s warehouse I’m painting begins by telling me about his wife’s lack of interest in sex and follows it up with a lengthy lecture on why I should take up masturbation, since I’m a single woman with “needs” and all. I tell him I disagree. He laughs. The next night I call to tell him I won’t be in to paint for him and we end up having phone sex for nearly an hour. I don’t think his wife would appreciate hearing how sexy her husband’s voice is from me. But phone sex seemed like an appetizer that simply warmed me up for the real thing. As my lust grew, so did the stories.



The cashier at the gas station asked me if I’d had a good lay lately. I smirked and paid for my gas. My best friend called to tell me about the amazing new position she and her boyfriend had tried the night before. An old college roommate sent me a smut-filled e-mail containing great details about the fun tricks her new boyfriend can do that drive her wild. Sex, sex, sex, sex, SEX. It surrounded me, it consumed me, it taunted me. That next Monday Sean called.



I was house-sitting for his parents’ house and he wanted to stop by and use their laundry room. I agreed to a time and decided to take a quick shower before he came, absent mindedly putting on the perfume he had long since given me after drying off. Answering his knock at the door he greeted me with a lingering hug as he mentioned how nice I smelled and pushed his hips a little closer towards mine. As he separated whites and colors I went back to his parent’s bedroom where I had been using the bed to spread out my homework. Easing into my reading in my sweats and T-shirt, I failed to notice how the top of my thong stuck out the back of my pants as I leaned into my work.



Sean did notice, however, and excited me by running a curious finger just under the elastic of it as he entered the room. “I don’t think your girlfriend would appreciate you playing with other women’s underwear,” I warned him as he moved books and papers to the floor to lie down on the bed beside me.



He smiled with his uneven, large black lips that screamed for me to kiss them, to take them between my teeth and tongue. I instinctively licked my own lips, that were “full – for a white person” as he had always described them. I must have exuded desire more than the old perfume, because he plucked the psychology book from my hand and guestured for me to lay next to him.



As I obeyed, Sean recalled all the times I tried to get him to fuck me in his parents bed. He would never do it. I always thought there was some raw, naughty kinkiness to doing “it” in between the Forbidden Parent sheets instead of his own, but the closest he would come to having sex in their room was in their shower one cold winter morning. Smiling, I closed my eyes to try and picture how good it had felt to watch his dark figure hover over me as his long, black cock spread open my pale legs and disappeared within my creamy folds. I was picturing exactly the look that would always cross his face just before he was about to cum when I felt his strong hand move under my T-shirt and up to my breasts.



I cautiously exhaled as I felt my nipples instantly harden under the attention of his fingertips. He rubbed and circled and pinched and twisted for just a few moments before I felt the familiar bugle of his well-hung masculinity begin to burst from his jeans behind me. For just an instant – I hesitated. I sternly grabbed his wrist and took his wandering hand out from my top. Turning to face him I quickly undid his button-fly and dipped down to suck his thick, black cock to full attention.



I had almost forgotten the sweet taste of Sean’s usual pre-cum in my mouth when I felt its warmth seep onto my tongue. This new motivation made me suck harder and faster until he had to reach down and pull my hair to make me stop. Figuring he thought twice about cheating on his girlfriend, I got up to walk away. Sean instantly jumped to his feet, bent me over his parent’s bed, and jammed his full eight-and-a-half inches into my waiting white pussy without a second thought. It only took a few rough thrusts for me to come all over that familiar black dick. Smacking my ass, Sean turned me over and massaged my swollen clit while still pounding at my pouring pussy.



Grabbing his hand from sensitivity, I licked every last taste of myself off of each of his fingers until they were clean of my come. It was then that I realized where we were – on top of his parents’ bed. Every time I had ever asked he said no. He claimed it was just “too weird” and didn’t even want to try. In quick, short breaths I panted, “We’re on your parent’s bed” to him as he broke a sweat, fucking me harder than he’d ever fucked me before.



“I know,” he replied, jerking his thick cock in and out of my wet pussy as he talked. “That’s what makes it so fucking hot,” he admitted as he thrust his black dick so far inside of my pale pussy I could almost feel it hit my stomach.



“Come,” he demanded as he reached underneath me to grab my ass and pull me further up his cock.



“Can I?” I asked.



“Do it right now,” he commanded as his cock slipped in and out of my tight slit. I gave in to the feel of his fingers gripping my ass while his cock plunged deep inside of me and began to juice – again – all over his black cock. The second he felt my wetness against him he spurted hot, thick loads of cum into me. Still interlocked at the pelvis, we collapsed onto his parent’s bed.



Who knew that a one-night stand with an ex-boyfriend would turn out to be hotter than “making love” ever was?

Leo woke slowly the next morning, fending off odd dreams that were mostly vague blends of his lust and fear, memories of his recent experiences and even a few glimpses that he suspected were past girlfriends, before Caitlyn.



One brief strand had Caitlyn crying and telling him she couldn’t marry him any more, but even while having them, he knew they were dreams.



Nevertheless, by the time he did open his eyes fully, the bright sunlight was flooding through thin curtains that were clearly inadequate for the job, and Leo felt a little confused.



For a moment, he couldn’t quite tell what had been dreams and what had been reality in his recent memory.



Had he really slept with a blonde girl last night?



The bed was empty as he pulled himself up, still feeling half asleep. Caitlyn had obviously gotten up early again with the sunrise, while he was keeping to East Coast time.



He wandered into the bathroom to relieve himself, and then caught the whiff of fresh coffee from the kitchen, and now felt a craving for a cup. But as he was finishing up washing his hands, he noticed some toiletries by the sink that he did not recognize as Caitlyn’s.



Spanish products, not American.



His heart turned over inside his chest and began heating up. Sofia. He really had slept with the beautiful French girl last night. And Caitlyn had been down in a hotel on the seafront, sleeping with a Spanish guy named Marco.



Wow.



What a bizarre turn their vacation had taken.



Leo went back to the bedroom and found a pair of swim trunks and a t-shirt to put on. His iPhone said 11:05, and looking at it reminded him of his promise to call Caitlyn. Was she going to be pissed that he’d left it so late to call her?



He dialed the number, a little nervous as the other end of the line started ringing.



“Hey!” he turned to find Sofia, a radiant picture of beauty wandering in with a fresh cup of coffee for him. She was wearing her bra and panties from the previous day as though it were a bathing suit.



“You’re a lifesaver,” he said, taking the hot cup from her.



She smiled. “You sleep late, like Marco. I thought maybe like him, you need something to pick you up when you do wake.”



He gave the French girl a grateful look as the sound of his fiancée now came through the phone.



“Caitlyn, hi, it’s me – checking in,” he said, watching Sofia sashay down the corridor and out to offer their neighbors the dazzling sight of her in her underwear.



“Hey, sweetie! Wake up late again?”



“Yeah. I guess I’m still on Eastern Standard Time.”



“I think Marco’s on Pacific. He’s still crashed out. I got up at six again with the sun.”



“Funny – I’m not sure jet-lag’s supposed to work that way. What you been up to?”



“Oh you know, this and that. I took a walk along the promenade, had some breakfast at a little place down the street. Just relaxing, really.”



Leo felt his heart jump a beat as his next question even began forming in his mind.



He said, trying to keep his voice sounding light and airy: “So how did it go last night with you guys?”



“Oh, we had a really nice time…” Caitlyn said, but seemed reluctant to share details. Perhaps she was concerned about how he might feel now, by the cold light of the sober morning. “How about you? I bet you had a great time with Sofia?”



“I did,” he said. Now he was a little worried that this sudden awkwardness between them on the phone might mean Caitlyn was having second thoughts. He probed a little further: “I guess we just took things kinda slow…”



“You always did take things kinda slow, Sweetie,” she said. “But I always did love that about you. I bet she loved it too.”



“I think she had a good time,” he said.



“Don’t you think she’s beautiful?”



“She is beautiful.”



“Marco definitely isn’t the kind of guy to take things slowly,” his fiancée said, and he felt the tension in her voice melting a little, which actually came as some relief.



“It sounded as though he was ready to mount you as soon as I put the phone down,” Leo said with a slight chuckle in his voice.



“I guess he kind of did…” Caitlyn said now, a touch warily.



Having so recently come from a firm background in monogamy, with the idea of Caitlyn being with someone else causing such a strong mix of emotions, it now felt a little peculiar to have this compulsion to reassure her that it was okay to sleep with Marco, acceptable to fuck someone else.



But Leo knew if it was one thing that depressed his fiancée, it was the idea that she’d made a wrong decision. If there was one thing that depressed Leo, it was when Caitlyn was upset.



“Did it feel good?” he asked. “Was it weird being with someone else after all this time with me?”



His casual-sounding questions appeared to set her at ease a little. “It was good,” she said. “Definitely weird. It was… different. I guess it was pretty exciting, just being different.”



“Bound to be.”



“And Marco… well, he’s just like a big sex toy really,” she even giggled a little.



Leo laughed too at that. “I don’t know whether he’d take that as a complement or not.”



“I don’t mean it in a bad way!” she insisted. “It’s just… you know, you can kind of switch him on at the touch of a button, and then he’s just all energy, right up until you switch him off again.”



“I think I can understand what you mean…”



“But there’s no… there’s no build-up like there is with you. You know, the playing around, the touching, the kissing. So it’s different, that’s all.”



“You like it that way?”



“I think I do for a vacation fling, you know? It still leaves me craving you,” she said. “But I love a good hard seeing to sometimes, and Marco is definitely great for that.”



She was suddenly silent a moment, as though she was suddenly afraid she’d gone too far, that she’d offended him.



“Sweetie?”



“Yes?”



“What are you thinking… when I’m with Marco? How do you feel… knowing what he’s doing with me? Honestly?”



Leo took a deep breath. “Honestly,” he said, trying to be calm, “I think of you with him, with someone else, and… I guess it is actually quite a turn-on.”



“It is?”



“It’s hard for me to explain…” he said, and he could almost feel the gears cranking up in his head. “I think I was wrong before when I said I had no fear – it’s definitely there, but I know there’s nothing to it. It’s just instinct or something like that.”



“Right, I think I get that.”



“But I think how beautiful you are and how much I love it when you’re happy and turned on, and it makes me feel good to think you’re down there somewhere, having so much fun.”



“Leo, you’re the sweetest, you know that?”



“But you know, I think of how you are when you’re turned on… and I guess that turns me on, and even imagining someone else is doing that to you, it just makes me buzz,” he said.



It wasn’t that he was lying at all, it was just that he was downplaying the anxiety he felt at the same time. She didn’t need to know about that, that served no purpose.



She said, “Do you think you could handle it being with me… while he…”



Leo felt his pace suddenly accelerate. Well, wasn’t that what Sofia had meant when she said they were planning on a party? He said: “I think so.”



“Marco was talking about us all getting together soon… maybe even this evening, if you and Sofia feel up to it.”



“Together?”



“You know, it might be fun? We could all probably have plenty to drink, and then just go with the flow.”



“Sounds good.”



“But you know, you’d be okay actually being there, watching if Marco wants to…”



“Fuck you while I watch?”



“Something like that. I guess Sofia would be there, too.”



He breathed deeply. “It’s kind of hot, isn’t it?” he said. “I could look into your eyes while he’s taking you. I bet you’d look so beautiful.”



“Oh, Leo…” she sighed, making him suddenly wonder if she was touching herself while he spoke to her, wherever she was while Marco was sleeping.



“Did I ever tell you that you get this little blush when you’re really excited?” he said. “It’s different from when you’re hot or you’re exercising. It makes you look so gorgeous, it makes me so hard.”



She only moaned now, and it was obvious what she was doing.



“I think if I was watching you with Marco, you’d look like that, and I’d find it irresistible as he was sliding his big cock inside you.”



“You… you would?”



“You’d be looking into my eyes as you felt him holding onto your butt with those strong hands, filling your pussy with his huge erection…”



He heard her catch her breath as he said the word ‘pussy’, and wished that he could see her right now. Chances were that sexy little blush of hers was back.



“Are you touching yourself, sweetheart?” he asked softly.



“Yes,” she said a touch out of breath. “You’re making me so wet, sweetie.”



“You like thinking about me watching you when Marco is pounding his hard cock inside your hot little pussy?” he asked.



“Oh God…” she was breathing so loudly, Leo wondered if she would actually wake the Spaniard. Assuming she was back at the hotel.



“You can see me in front of you, I’m so hard as I watch him pushing into you, you can see how much it turns me on.”



“Oh God…”



Leo suddenly looked up to find Sofia standing in the doorway – or actually, more like leaning up against the doorway, one hand dipping down between her legs, the other massaging a breast. How long had she been there? No doubt wondering what he was up to, why the phone call was taking so long when he was only checking up on his fiancée.



He was turning on two girls at once, for the first time in his life, and he loved it.



“Does it feel good to have your fiancé watching you, sweetheart?” he asked Caitlyn. “As that other guy is pounding into you? He’s shaking your whole body as he fucks you from behind, and you’re looking me in the eye…”



For a moment, Leo’s eyes connected with Sofia’s, and she gave him a half-apologetic, half seductive look in return.



“…you’re crying out as he shoves that big hard cock into you. Does he feel good inside you?”



Leo just grinned, and gestured to show Sofia it was all right, he didn’t mind her listening in. To his mild surprise, the stunning blonde then took his gesture a slightly different way than he was intending.



She licked her lips and wondered over.



“Oh it feels so good…” Caitlyn was breathing into the phone, into Leo’s ear as Sofia knelt on the floor in front of him now, encouraging him to lift his hips so she could slide down his shorts.



“But how would you feel if you saw Sofia come sit between my legs, taking my hard cock in her hands while I was watching you?”



As if by magic, Sofia was doing exactly that, of course, one hand taking hold of the root of his shaft while the other slipped underneath her to continue touching herself.



“I would love it,” Caitlyn breathed into Leo’s ear. “She’s so pretty…”



“She’s licking me, slow and long, all the way from the bottom to the tip of my big hard cock,” Leo said, now merely commentating on what the French girl was actually doing.



Caitlyn let out a long, deep moan.



Leo gave a little moan himself as Sofia took his cock inside her hot mouth now, sliding down on him to engulf him in her heat.



“How do you feel knowing she’s taking me inside her mouth?” he asked his fiancée. “She’s sucking on my cock, sliding it in and out of her face, her lips stretched around me…”



“She’s so beautiful…” Caitlyn sighed. “I love that she’s making you feel so good…”



“Is it turning you on to think that she’s licking my cock like a popsicle right now? Slipping it back inside her mouth?”



“Oh yes, I wish I could see it…”



Caitlyn’s breathing had been getting steadily out of control, but suddenly she gasped, and seemed to stop. She said: “I think I woke Marco up.”



“Maybe we should hang up?” he suggested, feeling now that even if they were to end the call, there was no way he and Sofia were going to just stop along with it.



“No,” Caitlyn said, “he’s coming over. Something tells me he quite likes the sight of me sitting here talking to you on the phone with my hand inside my panties.”



Sofia looked up at him with a smile, although her mouth was full of hard cock, as she felt him throb a little as his fiancée revealed how she was really looking at that moment.



“What’s he doing?” he asked her, as Sofia started to pump his shaft with her hand while her mouth focussed on sucking the tip of his cock.



“He’s… Oh… He’s burying his face between my legs…”



“I’ll bet he loves how you taste.”



“He’s pushing aside my panties, and now he’s kissing me there… oh God…”



“Do you like it now? Having your pussy licked?”



“Oh yes… Marco was saying… last night… how much he likes it, so…”



“So are you going to let me in future?”



“I… I guess so…”



In the background, he could hear movement, hear a quiet but deep moan, muffled but audible, that told him Caitlyn was not merely imagining that the Spaniard was awake and lapping at her pussy.



“How would you feel if I told you I was licking Sofia’s pussy for a long while last night?” he asked his fiancée.



“Mmm… Oh that would turn me on…”



“I know I loved every minute,” Leo said. “And when she was sucking my cock while I was licking her…”



Caitlyn’s groaning was becoming so insistent now, but somehow she reigned it in for a moment to ask: “Sweetie, are you really okay if he slides his cock inside me?”



“Of course,” he replied, and such were the sensations flowing through his body, and perhaps the growing acceptance of everything that was happening, that he did genuinely feel okay with it now, even thrilled at the thought that it might happen while he was actually talking to his fiancée.



“He wants to now, doesn’t he?”



“Yes. His cock is so hard… he’s rolling another rubber onto it…”



For some reason her use of the word ‘another’ was like a blow to his chest, but he felt some kind of masochistic need for more, for whatever pain that might be left from the potential transgression of her flesh to knock out the lingering uncertainty that encircled it.



He said: “Do it. Let him fuck you, sweetheart.”



It felt like there were drums beating in the distance, though it was only his pulse. If he had had any doubts before that his fiancée had been well and truly penetrated the previous night, Leo was about to get full verification that it was happening right now.



There was that unmistakable soprano sigh from his fiancée as though in penetrating her, the Spaniard’s hardness was displacing air from her chest.



Then, in the background, he could hear a low, deeper groan as the Spaniard also responded, his obscene staff now do doubt sinking into the American girl’s pretty pink sex.



Caitlyn inhaled a sharp intake of breath as Marco filled her, and gave another soft sigh as he withdrew.



And she was moaning, with Marco now breathing heavily, the Spaniard’s mouth now clearly very close to the phone.



“I’m here, sweetheart,” Leo said, “I can hear him fucking you.”



He could hear Caitlyn trying to keep a lid on her moans, remembering that her fiancé was on the other end of the line, listening to her as she was defiled by another man.



“Oh God, Leo…” she said, almost pleading.



“Does it feel good having his cock inside you?”



“Oh yes…” she was gasping and yelping as though she were in pain, so loud that Leo thought Sofia must hear her now, from down there between his thighs. Breathlessly, he heard Caitlyn calling out to him: “Do… you… still… love… me…?”



He said: “Of course I still love you. I’m here, aren’t I? I love listening to you fucking him.”



The sound on the other end of the line changed, quietened suddenly, Caitlyn’s moans slower, her gasps more spaced out, as though they’d come to the adagio movement of their symphony of sex. The sound of kissing came close to the microphone. And then the sound stopped.



“Are you still there?” he asked.



“Mmm… we’re moving to the bed,” Caitlyn said, her voice calmer now, somehow self-assured. “I don’t think it’s going to be long before he finishes.”



Leo felt a wicked, dark ripple of excitement pass through his body at the thought of what was happening. How could he feel so aroused at all this?



He heard a rustle he thought was Caitlyn relocating to the bed, sliding over the sheets to take up whatever position she had decided for it all to continue.



“Is Sofia with you right now?” she asked, her voice right in Leo’s ear, sounding uncannily as though she was right there with him.



“She is.”



“Does she know what’s happening on the other end of the phone?”



“She does.”



“What’s she doing right now?”



“She has her lips around my cock.”



“Mmm…”



But Sofia was standing now, Leo’s description of her turning into a little white lie, for the blonde was urging him to move further onto the bed, so that she could lie over him, and resume her sucking on his cock while presenting her own sex for his delectation.



“What are you doing now, sweetheart?”



“Oh… I’m lying on my stomach… Marco is on top of me now… sliding his cock back inside me from behind…”



Now Leo heard Marco groan, as though he was watching football and a striker had just missed the goal, and it was clear he was back inside Caitlyn’s welcoming pussy.



Leo guided Sofia to drop her hips a little and offer him a taste of her juices. Strange to be holding up the phone to his ear while pulling her down to his mouth so he could kiss her pussy, slip his tongue inside her soaking folds.



“What… is she doing now?” Caitlyn breathed into his ear.



“She’s lying on me, taking most of my cock inside her mouth… God it feels good…” he said, hearing Caitlyn gasping again in time to Marco’s thrusts, and perhaps now even detecting the beat of the Spaniard’s body colliding with hers as he slammed into her.



Leo wedged his face into Sofia’s sex for a moment or two, supping her juices, sucking on her lips. He took a deep breath, said into the phone: “She’s lying with her pussy over my face so I can eat her while she’s sucking me.”



A hint of ego suddenly spurred Leo, feeling that his words might be helping to turn her on beyond Marco’s own attentions. So he continued interspersing his commentary with his oral exploration of the French girl’s succulent pussy.



“…she tastes wonderful, she’s got a beautiful pussy…”



“…can you hear me sucking on her? She’s so juicy…”



“…my cock is so hard in her mouth…”



“…sweetie, I can hear him fucking you – does it feel good? Are you getting close to coming?…”



“…I can hear him pounding your pussy…”



Almost asserting her own needs, Sofia now pressed her pussy down on him, so that his words were cut off, and if Caitlyn could hear anything at all, it was just the wet sounds of him lapping and slurping at the tangy ambrosia flowing freely from the French girl’s sex.



But Caitlyn was probably too far down the path of her own fulfillment to be concerned with what might be happening on the other end of the phone. With the phone somehow wedged in between Sofia’s thigh and his ear, he heard his fiancée yelling now, and then Marco crying out as well.



And then it appeared to be all over down there in that hotel room on the sea shore.



Leo rolled over so that he was side-by-side with Sofia now, and though he could still reach to kiss and lick her pussy, he could also look down her body to see her face, and share a smile with her at the notion that the four of them had just shared achieved a trial-run with a little help from modern technology.



Sofia was mouthing words to him, clearly asking him whether Caitlyn and Marco had just finished up, just come together. Leo nodded, gave her a grin to show it was all fine.



It was all fine, he felt good.



Then, as he was busy French-kissing between Sofia’s thighs, Caitlyn’s voice came back through the phone, which he’d somehow managed to keep crushed against his ear.

John slept more soundly than he had in years. Even his dreams seemed to envelop him in elaborate schemes that involved by dominated by his beautiful girlfriend Heather. He woke in the morning with a hard-on that made his immediately reach for his shaft to relieve the pressure that had built to epic proportions during the night. His engorged shaft was aching for release, which John felt to compel to answer with a vivid fantasy of his Heather tying him to the bed on his stomach, and slowly and methodically thrusting into him until he burst. To John’s surprise, he opened his eyes to find his seed had landed on the pillow beside him. The burst had been magnificent. Without internal torment, these repressed desires were leading him to the best orgasms he had ever had. But still he wondered.



John spent the day in the yard working on the water fall he had agreed to install. The day was filled with the back breaking work of digging a six foot hole in the back yard which would then be water proofed and covered in stone. This was not something he had really wanted to do, but Heather had been staring at the lawn and garden magazines, fawning over the beautiful work that had been done. John hoped that by the end of his three days, he would have it functioning by the time she got home.



As he finished digging the hole, he began making the trench back to the house that would house the pipe to connect the motor to the houses electric. It was tedious work, but left the mind free to wonder. He had learned a great deal last night, but forgot his initial purpose. Perhaps, since this wasn’t as weird as he thought, there would be porn sites for this type of behavior. He knew if he stopped digging now, he would never finish, so he offered himself incentive, a reward, for when he finished the fifty foot long trench that needed to be finish.



As John reached the house, it was all he could do not to leave the shovel laying against the house. He quickly ran inside to get on line when he realized how much he stunk. Perhaps a quick shower was in order. As he lathered up, his cock grew immensely as he thought about what he was about to do. But still the thought of pain entered the back of his mind. Also, what if she had taken it.



After drying off, John made his way to the bedroom, and checked in the box located on the top shelf of the closet. This box had brought him hours of pleasure. Heather had introduced him to the world of sex toys. Despite his previous sexual prowess, John had actually been quite sheltered. As he opened the lid, he couldn’t help but hold his breathe. There amongst handcuffs and shackles, gags and clamps lay his current desire. Bright pink and staring up at him. It was blazing, about the size of his own erect shaft. Eight inches that soon would be filling his throbbing ass. He grabbed the dildo along with some lube and threw them on the bed.



His excitement was mounting as was the tension in his cock. He quickly grabbed the laptop from the living room and moved into the bedroom. In seconds he was online and quickly learned after a careful search that his predilections were well covered in the world of online porn. Soon, he was streaming videos that fulfilled his deepest desires. He almost said screw the dildo and his ass. The images were so powerful that he was ready, but he knew that he had to know. How would it feel? He watched as the men before him cringed in pain while still others howled in ecstasy. Which would he be?



He lubed a finger and while watching a blond violate a young stud, began working his own finger into his ass. He went slow, and pushed out like he had learned from last nights research. It slid in relatively easy, only hurting for a moment as he passed the inner sphincter. Suddenly, he was aware of a new sensation. A pressure. A pleasant pressure that was building behind his testicles. He spent a moment just pushing in and out slowly. Just barely touching his own prostate. He felt his back arching and realized that he would never make it unless he sped things up. He slowly pulled the finger out and replaced it with two. Very quickly, he found himself open and ready, almost begging himself to be violated.



Now was the time. As the young man on the screen bucked and rived in pain and enjoyment, John grabbed the vibrator and quickly squirted it with lube. He once again began pushing out with his sphincter muscle in order to allow easy entry. Soon he found himself engulfed in sudden pleasure. This time, there was no hint of pain. He quickly found himself riving on the bed timing his thrust to those on the screen before him. He couldn’t help himself, he was in love. The feelings he had were so sublime, that he was at a loss for words. He simply moaned with pleasure. His secret fantasy fulfilled.



But like all good things, it couldn’t last. Moments before he was ready to allow that wave wash over him, the phone rang. Forget it, he thought to himself. With a quick glance he looked at the bed side caller ID and realized it was his wife. He had told her to call at this time, and despite his desire to finish, he knew he had to answer. With one deft finger, he killed the volume on the computer screen, and with his other hand grabbed the phone, leaving the pink dildo shoved discretely in his ass, up to the hilt.



“Hello” he answered in the most casual tone he could muster in light of his current situation.



“Hi Honey,” replied the perky voice on the other end of the phone. “What are you up to?”



“Well, to be perfectly honest with you, I was taking care of some of my needs…you know…since you aren’t here to help. Just feeling a little neglected…if you know what I mean,” John replied.



“I know exactly what you mean. I did the same last night, but I forgot to back my battery operated boyfriend before I left, so we had to do it the old fashion way. “



Thoughts raced through John’s mind as the toy she was mentioning was shoved firmly up his ass. His hand started to move down to remove it. Just as he hand touched the base, he heard her voice.



“Well, there isn’t too much I can do from here. But I will try to help. Just close your eyes, and stroke your cock in those long lean strokes. Imagine me on top of you, dripping wet, my pussy pulsing with anticipation, just waiting for you to blow your cum into me. Can you feel how wet I am?”



John was not slowly hand fucking himself. But this time, he used both hands. One hand on his cock and one on the dildo in his ass. He could feel himself growing close to loosing control. Yes was all he could mutter.



“Speed up a little,” came the seductive voice through the phone, “Speed up slowly, but consistently. Imagine me rocking on your cock, faster and faster, imagine my breasts in your face, my hands pinning you to the bed. Fucking you harder, and harder, and faster and faster”



John noticed a change in her voice. A subtle change. He recognized it immediately. She was playing with herself and she was close to orgasms. He had heard this pitch before and felt himself at his breaking point. From the phone he heard the telltale sound of her loosing control.



“Ahhhh, yes, yes, oh yes, harder faster, ahh…..thank you”



But John only half heard her, as his own voice shrieked as his prostate exploded with sensation and his own seed shot all over his chest and stomach. His back arced and he lost all control, screaming into the phone, “Ahhhhh, that’s right, fuck me harder, make me your whore!”



As the waves subsided, he realized what he had cried. Never had he spoken like that before to her. On the other end of the phone, he heard a stunned silence. Then finally, “I promise, I will when I get home. But you will have to wait ’til then. Thanks for the orgasm, but I still miss riding that cock of yours. I assume you need to clean up, so I will let you go.”



“Well, before you go, how is the trip?” John managed to stammer still feeling overwhelmed by the things he had just shouted. He always preferred to be dominated, but never had he spoken like this before.



“Better now,” Heather said with a laugh, “Sad that this phone call has been the highlight of the trip. However, all good things must end, and I really need to go. I will see you in a few days, and if you promise to be good, I will even buy you a present. Something I think you will really love.”



“What is it?” John asked.



“Can’t tell. It’s a surprise. See you in a few days. Now behave yourself.”



“Okay, love ya,” John replied.



“Oh, you will when you get your gift!” Heather said as she hung up.



John slowly pulled the dildo out of his quaking ass and grabbed a towel to get the cum off his chest. He slowly walked to the shower on his quaking legs, wondering what was the gift, and how long would it be before he could experience another orgasm like that.

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