It took mere moments to find my crisp white blouse and my grey pleated uniform skirt and slip them onto my curvy body. I take time smoothing the white cotton socks up my legs, making sure they are straight and reach to my knees. Brushing my hair takes a long time, taming my wild russet curls is a task and a half. One pigtail and then the other come together, a few tweaks and two twirling waterfalls of hair frame my heart shaped face. Something is missing though?

“That’s it!” I exclaim and take a few short skip-like steps to the wardrobe door, and there pick out a blue and white diagonally striped tie and loop it loosely round my neck. I adjust the knot to hang neatly between my reigned in breasts, just above the first fastened button of my shirt.

One quick glance in the mirror to check the height of my pigtails match and I race back down stairs. Looking at the living room clock I realise it’s not long till my husband will stop work for the day. Picking up the phone I excitedly tap out his work number and wait for him to pick up.

“Hello, Love.” I smile and he stops in the middle of his phone manner patter,

“Oh hello, sweetheart. Do you want me to pick something up on the way in from work?” He replies.

“Nah, I’m cooking a casserole for tea tonight. I’ve got something to tell you.”

“Go on.”

I hear the puzzled, intrigued note to his voice and continue,

“I have been a very naughty girl.” I purr the words into the receiver, “I’ve put on my school uniform but I’ve lost all my regulation white cotton knickers, so I’ve left them off completely.”

“You are a naughty, slutty school girl, aren’t you?” Kev’s voice is deep ,betraying his arousal. “I will be home in 15 minutes to spank that naughty arse of yours!”

“Yes, Sir.” I reply and fidget in my comfy chair, the fingers of my free hand wandering underneath my skirt, slowly stroking at my wet and swollen pussy lips.

“When I come in I want you upstairs in my office (our bedroom love) and I want you in the corner facing the wall. I want you to really think about what you’ve done and the punishment you’ll be receiving soon.”

The phone line burred and dropping it into its cradle I momentarily tease my clit, slipping my pointer finger up and down and up and down, making my body shudder and tingle. Holding myself back I drop my fingers from my needful pussy and run upstairs to wait in the bedroom. I stand in the corner furthest away from the door and face the wall. The time passes slowly. The images that had teased my mind all day continue to plague me: images of myself lying across my husbands lap, his hand raised above my uncovered bottom, images of his cock as it sinks into my willing cunt and the sensations that go with those pictures. I so just want to lie down on the bed and finger myself to a naughty orgasm. Actually I think I will.

Just as I turn my body to walk over to the bed I hear the door slam and spin back round to face the corner.

Oh God, He’s home!

“Well you can follow orders sometimes then, slut.” He breezed into the bedroom and clicked the door shut behind him. “Now turn around and tell me why you managed to fail to fulfill a simple dress code.”

I turn around and meet his stern eyes for just a moment then drop my gaze to the floor.

“I’m sorry Sir.” I start speaking and take a deep breath in, “I just completely forgot about buying the plain white knickers. I don’t usually wear any…”

“Of course you don’t, you’re a slut.” He barks, “That is no excuse Victoria, and you know it. You keep on being naughty time and time again and this time, by hell, I’m going to thrash this bad behaviour out of you!”

Even though I am well aware that this is only a complex sexual game, my cheeks flush with shame at Kev’s words. My heart pounding with apprehension.

“Yes, Sir.” I reply, deep within supplicant schoolgirl role.

“Come to me now slut, and place your hands here.” He commands pointing to the Bed-End.

Coming over I grasp the decorative metallic pole in both my hands and lean forward. I let out my breath heavily and his hands run up, under my skirt, and over my buttocks which flip the grey material up and over my back and expose my round globes to the cool air and my husbands hungering gaze.

A loud tut was quickly followed by a hard slap across both buttocks.

“Naughty Slut, What are you?”

Another, harder slap shakes my butt as I yelp my reply,

“I’m a naughty slut, Sir.”

“Yes you are.” The shots alternate from buttock to buttock, fast and furious, I can feel the heat being smacked into my soft rump.

“And tomorrow you will buy yourself some new knickers won’t you slut?”

“Yes Sir.” I pant, the heat in my buttocks seemingly seeping forward and draining into my pussy. I am so wet I can feel the juices coating my thighs.

The blows stop and my bottom throbs a rhythm, transmitting heat and excitement throughout my body. I just want to reach behind and rub myself, but I hold on and resist. I screw my brows up in confusion as Kev walks out of the bedroom door, calling back to me,

“Stay there. I’ve got something for you.” I hear his footsteps jogging down the stairs and wonder what on earth he is doing. The footsteps bounce back up and the door clicks open. I wiggle my bottom from side to side in cheeky greeting,

“Slut.” He hisses and then I hear a muted trill and several thin fronds hit my buttocks with a stimulating sting. I jump, more from shock than pain, and yelp.

Another swish vibrates through the air then slaps its several lashes across my shuddering flesh.

“I bought this on my lunch.” He said flogging me once more, “I thought it was the perfect thing for punishing my naughty little whore. What do you think? Is my new flogger punishing enough for your arse? “

“Yes, Sir.” I gasp, Kev’s slaps are falling heavier now, I can hear a snapping sound as leather lashes lick my behind.

“Good, slut. I am so glad you approve.”

I hear the flogger thudding to the floor then the metallic zing of his zip being released, followed by the soft rustle of clothing pooling on the floor. Without any further warning I feel his cock nudging between my buttocks. His hardness excites me and I push back against him, spreading my rounded cheeks further and allowing him to slip deeper into my crevice.

Up and down he rubs and I can feel the stickiness of his cock head as it smoothly glides over my anus and down to my pussy. Suddenly he thrusts forward and his engorged member pushes deep inside of me, my slick hole adjusting to envelop him with little to no effort at all.

He bangs his whole length into me hard and fast, his hands clenching around my hips hauling him in as deep as he can go on each thrust. My body thrills with each movement, I ‘d day-dreamed about this all morning and afternoon and now my hungry cunt is being filled and stretched just as I want, sensually thrilling my body.

“Fuck me, Sir!” I cry out.

“Yes, slut.” He gasp’s back as he holds himself deep inside of me, his rounded tummy pressing against my buttocks. “I’m going to fuck you till you scream my name and beg me to fill you with my hot cum.”

His hips begin to thrust once more and one hand moves up from its hold on my hip, up my back and neck and into my hair. Strong fingers grip one of my pigtails and then the other hand moves my body to grasp the other one.

I can feel him stretched across my body, his fingers pulling painfully on my pigtails, using them like reins to ride me. The tugging ache in my scalp actually heightens the excitement in my cunt. My neck arches back, easing the pressure on my scalp a little and I yowl and cry out my pained pleasure, sounding something like a wolf howling to the moon.

“Yes! Scream for me, slut! Fuck, I’m going to fill you up. I’m going to fill you’re slutty cunt with my cum!”

And with one final vicious tug to my hair he presses hard into me once more and I feel his cock expand and explode inside me as he lets out a growling roar of completion. His cock still buried inside me, I move my hand down between my legs and press my pointer against my engorged clit. Up and down I rub, quickly and expertly, teasing and taunting is over now, I just want to feel my body shaking and rocking in orgasm.

“That’s it naughty slut, cum all over those fingers, squeeze my cock inside your used cunt and suck down all my juices. You want to cum don’t you, slut?”

“Oh yes, Sir!” I gasp out, shuddering closer to my goal, his hands tightening in my hair again, pulling on my pigtails, driving his softening cock inside me once more. That is all I need to send my over-sensitised body right over the edge, with a gasping yell I orgasm and my cunt shudders around his cock, my thighs squeeze together around my fingers as if to keep them pressed on the button, holding onto my moment of purity.

“Good little, slut.” Kev whispers in my ear as he unwraps his fingers from my hair, his cock slipping from inside me. As he straightens up he takes a deep breath and moans,

“That casserole smells good, love. Is it ready yet?”

Lifting my head and stretching my back, till I’m standing, I look at him and smile,

“Men.” I roll my eyes and shake my head. “I shall go and prepare your meal now, oh Master!”

“Good,” He grins. “And be quick about it, unless you want that rosy rump of yours whipped some more?”

“Promises, promises!” I giggle and dash to the door, not quick enough though ,as his hand playfully slaps down on my once again covered arse.

“Don’t give me any cheek young lady! Anyone would think you enjoyed being punished!”

I wink and disappear around the door.

“Enjoy it? Bloody hell, I love it!” I chuckle as I gingerly step down the stairs, already plotting my next naughtiness that will need a thorough punishing.

I feel like my school uniform is my second skin these days, my husband frequently requests that I wear it, and I eagerly acquiesce. Tonight, is another of those nights. As soon as Kev came in from work he asked me to go upstairs and bring down my uniform, now I am standing before him, my every day clothes in a pile at my feet, my body completely unveiled for him to see.

“Put your uniform on for me.” He says, and I turn to the side to pick up the first article, but before I do, he adds “do it sexily.” I’m a little caught off guard, how do you get dressed sexily? I know you can strip in a sensuous way, but how do you make putting clothes on a turn on?

I start by slipping my tush into tight fitting white cotton knickers. It certainly makes me feel horny. They are so tight and constricting, they make me extra aware of my pouting sex lips, and the juices that are already dripping down and soaking into the pristine cotton. I glance towards my husband and I can see he is enjoying the view, his hands gently caressing the bump under his smart suit pants. I slip on the skirt, then pull up each of the long, white knee-high socks and hear his groan as he glimpses my crotch, wet behind it’s material barrier.

Just as I’m desperately trying to button up my tighter than tight white blouse, the doorbell rings.

“Damn trick or treaters.” I curse as I continue to fumble.

“Well, go and open the door.” My husband says, smiling with a sadistic glint to his eye.

“Pardon?” I stop fumbling and look directly at him.

“Now.” he doesn’t shout the word, he doesn’t make it into an exclamation, his voice just growls and rumbles and I know he means business. Trying to press my breasts down into the confines of my blouse, I dash over to the front door, the top button gives up the fight and pops off as I reach the door. I curse and fumble with the latch, holding the door in front of me and peering round the edge.

I am rather taken aback when on my doorstep are not two little kiddie monsters but two adults in costume. The man is a vampire, the long black cloak looking rather like a head teachers robe. But the fake pointed, bloodied teeth define the wearers vampiric status. The lady is wearing, well, exactly the same thing I am. Tight, white shirt with her gorgeous breast spilling out of the top, short pleated skirt, socks and pretty little flat shoes.

“Trick or treat?” they grin, both holding out half- filled plastic pumpkin heads.

“Sweets. Yes, erm, I’ll have to see what I can find.” I stammer and go to turn back into the house, just as I do, the man with the twilight eyes and the plastic fangs says,

“Kev invited us round for a special Halloween party.” Something about the way he said those words make my stomach flip, and just as I turn my head to ask Kev, his voice carries an affirmative that he had invited some friends round.

I open the door and welcome the guests through, keeping the wooden barrier between us. The lock clicks as I close up behind us. My mind working overtime to try and work out what Kev has in store for me tonight.

“Vicky, hurry up, please!” I rush into the living room and see my husband dressed in a similar cloak to his friend, lustily squeezing the other visitors barely clothed breast.

“Ahh, here you are. Come here and make Sean’s acquaintance.”

I walk over, smiling nervously. I’d never met either of these people before, I thought I knew all of my husbands friends, but obviously I don’t. Then a thought hits me, they don’t have to be my husband’s friends, they could be new acquaintances, invited here for my pleasure. He’s always teasing me about sex with another couple.

I smile up at Sean, and he smiles down at my breasts, then a big, tough hand reaches out and delves into my top, popping off another straining button and grasping my white orb in his hand.

“Nice to meet you.” he says, turning to his partner, “Mmm, she has the most amazing breasts, Jen. You’ll love them.”

Ok, so yes, I’m completely perverted. Now I know it. A stranger, just greeted me by fondling my tit, commented upon it’s fineness to his wife, and I’m horny, not outraged. I want to fuck. I want to fuck here, now.

“Though she’s ruined her school shirt man, What are you going to do with her?” Sean grins and my husband grins back.

“Will you start sorting her out? I just need to get something.”

It’s a whirl of action, he moves, she moves and I am suddenly draped over strange, strong knees. My skirt is flipped up, my knickers pulled down, no seduction, no teasing, no messing about. I’m dizzy with lust and the cry bursting from my lips when his hand slaps my flesh is not of pain, but of ecstatic pleasure.

Raising my gaze from the dark carpet I look into the un-seeing eyes of two pumpkins, then directly into the naked crotch of a woman I’ve never even said a word to. She’s sitting on the chair opposite, her legs spread and her exposed pussy glistening with excitement.

The crack of hand against my buttocks, is regular and strong, my skin is stinging and singing with sensitivity and I’m yelping. It’s strange how my voice sounds like someone else’s, but then this whole set up is like a scene from a porno movie. I mean, I’m even starting to long to run my tongue up and down Jen’s hairless crack and I’m straight. I am completely turned on, everything is sex, everything erotic.

“Cheers mate.” Kev’s voice cuts through my thoughts and his hand helps me up off Sean’s lap, I feel Sean’s cock twitch as my now completely freed breasts brush over his crotch. As soon as I’m standing up, I’m pushed down and my hot buttocks encounter the cold, hard wood of a dining room chair. The air hisses from between my teeth as the wood stings and then the cold soothes my flesh.

“Now your punishment really begins.” Kev smiles wickedly as he kneels in front of me and ties my ankles to the front legs of the chair with soft twine, his lips brush the inside of my knee then he moves behind me, tying my arms behind the straight back of the dark-wood chair.

I must look so wanton, my blouse ripped open at the front, my skirt hitched up around my waist, my knickers-hey, where are my knickers?-anyway, wanton and horny, that’s me. All I can do is watch as my husband walks over to Sean and Jen.

Jen is down on her knees, her mouth working hard on Sean’s hardness as he sits on the sofa, and what a wonderfully thick, juicy hardness it is. Kev sits down next to his friend having already lost his trousers. I just want to feel his cock in my mouth now. I lick my lips as I anticipate it’s taste, but all I can do is sit here whilst Jen does the business on two highly desirable cocks.

The two men smile at each other, as the slut on the floor in front of them goes crazy, fisting one swelling dick whilst sucking the other.

My heart is grasped by jealousy as I watch Sean stand up, allowing my husband to lie down and stretch out. Jen’s lips lock back around his cock and I see the light of lust in her eye and long to be licking him myself. I strain to move, to touch myself, and find that I can manage to make my knees meet in the middle and by wiggling in my seat, I can exert the smallest fraction of friction on my hungering clit.

Jen is straddling my husbands strong thighs now and although I cannot see, I know his cock is slowly sliding into her slippery slit. There’s the stab of envy, the jolt of jealousy but Kev is looking at me, his eyes are on me alone as this hot brunette bounces and moans on his cock. I smile at him, knowing this is all for me, this is all for my pleasure. I feel so very loved at this moment, yet more confirmation I am twisted and perverted!

“Hey, Slut, sit still or else.” Kev says, with a wicked glint in his eye, “Sean will punish you and you wouldn’t want that, would you?”

Well, yes I would actually, but I’ll sit still, for now, and try wiggling some more later, when I’m not being so closely observed.

Jen’s boobs are beautiful, Sean has just yanked them out of her cute tied up top and is playing with her large, hardened nipples. My nipples are jealous and I want to touch them, soothe them, excite them, but I can’t. Damn, this IS torture. It’s getting worse, Sean’s cock is now just in front of Jen’s face, he’s rubbing his hand up and down it, she’s arching her head forward to taste him, her tongue licking out in desperation and Kev’s watching and moaning, enjoying the sight, feel and sound of it all.

And the scent, I can smell them from here. Sex, pure liquid sex, filling the room with its cloying, heady aroma. It is so surreal, watching this along with the half-filled, candy carrying pumpkins. It’s like, porn for all the senses and all I want, all I need, is to pull myself free of my bonds and join in. I rub my knees against one another again, being unable to resist the temptation. Am I being watched and if so, will I be punished? And Why does this thought turn me on even more? I continue wiggling and sliding on my chair, my thighs forced together, caressing my clit. I’m trying so hard to reach release but I can’t exert enough pressure and I cry out in frustration.

“Stop struggling.” Kev pants, “You’ll get your turn soon enough. You’ll have to be trained to be a good girl first though.” I moan and he continues, “You’re going to get to join in naughty girl, don’t worry. We have something very special in mind for you!” I hear Sean chuckle, and I wonder what they have in store for me.

Jen is mewling now as Sean is working his fingers into her arse. They look shiny, but goodness knows where he’s keeping the lube. Secret pocket in his cloak maybe? One finger, two and now three. She’s yipping and whining and -Oh fuck, that looks so good, his cock, sinking into her tight hole. I wish I could be closer, see both of those cocks inside her.

They’re all moaning and panting and cursing now. Jen making a noise similar to that of a howling wolf as she feels those cocks filling her. Her skin is sheened with sweat and she looks so depraved, her uniform rumpled up around her, whilst being sandwich -fucked by two men. Damn! she’s a lucky bitch and I wish that that was me.

Kev is moaning louder and moving quicker, I wish I could see his cock thrusting into her, but her thigh is blocking my line of sight. His legs stiffen and he screams, emptying into the hot, wet cunt around him. I see Sean stiffen and hear his cry, the feel of my husband emptying into his partners juicy cunt must have been too much. I writhe in my seat, desperate to get myself, but there is only enough pressure to make me tingle and not enough to push me over the edge.

“Well, now that we boy’s have had our fun, I think the girls should have theirs.” Kev smiles, kisses Jen and slips from beneath her. Sean meanwhile is untying me from the chair. I hadn’t realised how uncomfortable I had been until now. The blood is rushing back to my hands and feet and I’m tingling all over. My muscles feel stretched and stretching is nigh on orgasmic in itself.

“Thanks guys.” I smile, “So where do you want me?” I anticipate sinking to my knees and sucking their cocks clean but Kev’s reply takes me by surprise.

“Just slip in under Jen, she needs cleaning up.”

I blink, draw breath and go for it. It’s crazy, approaching another woman, another woman I’ve not even spoken too, and insinuating my body beneath hers. Slipping under her hanging breasts, pressing back up till I’m directly underneath her. Face to, erm, cunt.

As I’m eyeing up the creamy, juicy situation, I feel lips pressing into my slit and tickling my tortured clit. I groan with sheer delight and my body is lit with lust and desire. I crane my neck higher, pulling her down onto my face, my hands gripping her thighs.

She tastes as she smells; musky, sweet and salty. I can recognise the taste of my husband and that is so very sexy, I can taste my husbands cum mixed with juices exotic to my palate. My concentration actually heightens the closer to orgasm I get. I pause only momentarily to moan and to catch my breath, licking up all around her pussy, sucking on her lips, flipping my tongue over her clit till she yells out and clenches her thighs and cums for me. She clamps me against that cunt as it spasms and writhes in pleasure, as she releases me, I gasp and then groan as Jen moves away from my close to cumming cunt.

A nervous silence falls, Jen and I straighten our clothes, the guys pull on their pants.

“Well erm, I hope you enjoyed your treats.” I giggle, having to do something to break the atmosphere. We all laugh, shake hands then Sean and Jen pick up their pumpkins and leave.

“Well that was…” Kev starts as he walks back to me, and snuggles next to me on the sofa. “Different.”

His lips touch mine and I melt into a soft, sensual kiss.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asks, his finger tracing down my cheek.

“Oh yeah. It was…sexy.” I reply. “I just wish I’d cum.”

I rub against him, spreading my thighs wide.

“Ahh, well that’s your punishment for ripping that blouse. Naughty girl…”

I whimper and pout, I can’t possibly stay aroused like this for any longer, I need my orgasm and I need it now.

“…but I can’t deny my baby anything. Sit with your back to the sofa arm and spread your legs, slut.”

I comply eagerly, spreading my thighs wide and exposing my freshly licked cunt.

“No wonder I love you, what a beautiful pussy. Now play with yourself for me baby. Yeah, slip those fingers into that hot, horny hole and play with yourself for me.”

I need little encouragement, my fingers are running through my pubic hair and delving into my wetness within seconds.

“Yes, love. Stroke that cunt baby, play with that clit. God, you’re beautiful. So hot. Mmm I know you wanted to be the filling in that sandwich today baby, and soon, yes soon, you will. Mmm we’re going to play with that butt plug I got you first baby.” my husband’s voice is ragged and I open my eyes to see him stroking his hardened cock once more.

“Yes, we’re going to train that tight, virgin arsehole of yours to enjoy being filled and stretched and fucked. We’ll take it slow baby, I promise. I’m looking forward to fucking it so much, filling your tightness with my cock. Shit, I could just cum thinking about it.”

My fingers are trained right on my sticky, juice-covered clit and I’m rubbing round in frenzied circles. I can imagine the feel of him in my arse. We’ve never done anal sex before, sure he’s fingered me there, but we’ve just never gone any further. Now I want it, I want to feel the horny kinkiness of having his hard, thick member pressed into my most private hole.

“Oh baby, yeah cum all over those fingers for me, my sweet slut. I can’t wait to share you with another man, to feel you so full, to see you so overtaken by lust and arousal. I can imagine it now, oh God baby, I’m going to cum again soon Hun, you’re the sexiest woman in the whole world.”

And I know he means it, he’s just fucked another woman but I know it was for my pleasure and the knowledge is bringing me even closer to the brink. Knowing how much he loves me is the biggest turn on and my body stiffens, my nerves overload and my orgasm rattles through my body, hitting me like a super villain’s punch.

I watch as he strokes himself frenziedly, knowing that he isn’t far from orgasm himself, I moan louder, then feel his warm, wet semen slipping down over my fingers and into my wet slit causing my orgasm to linger further, and my eyes to fasten closed once more. We pant in unison, our eyes locking on each other as we move to press our bodies together in a tight, loving hug.

“You’re my favourite trick baby, and my favourite treat.” he kisses my neck, nipping with his teeth. “Don’t ever change, my sweet, sweet slut.”

“Hang on, I’m coming!” Striding across the living room I button up my shirt the best I can, pressing my breasts down and doing up an extra button, but I am still aware of a large amount of tit-flesh flowing over the top. My school girl’s outfit is not something I would choose to open the door in, but needs must I suppose. If this is my husband home early, teasing me, I’ll throttle him!

I twist the door latch and poke my head around the door,

“Hello?”

I see a young man dressed in rough looking, navy-blue trousers and a short-sleeved white top holding a small parcel in his big, strong hands.

“Hello madam, Are you Mrs Victoria Rodgers?” His voice is soft and melodic, the accent deep and refined, the tone sonorous.

“Yes, yes, that’s right.” I reply, my cheeks flushing as I am very aware of my current state of attire and also aware I’m going to have to open the door to accept the parcel.

“Delivery for you, Victoria.” I think it’s weird for him to use my first name, but I smile back and rather reluctantly, pull back the door.

His dark, heavy eyes travel the length of my body, starting at my pigtails, lowering to my tight, cleavage-making white shirt , over the short, grey pleated skirt to the knee high socks beneath.

“Fancy dress.” I mutter and giggle nervously.

“Well you’ll win first prize with that outfit I’m sure!” he replies; a cheeky, almost lewd bend to his smile, “You’ve made my day, I can tell you that!”

I grin back, coyly looking down to the floor and admiring his long, strong legs and the definite bump growing in the crotch area of his trousers.

“Here.” he passes over the parcel, I send up a prayer of thanks that the buttons on my top hold as I lean over. “All I need now is a signature.” He pats his chest pocket, and then his trouser pockets and a perplexed look rests on his eyebrows. “I had a pen here somewhere,”

“I’ve probably got a pen in here.” I smile, my heart thudding, “Come in a moment and I’ll find one.”

He grins at me, eyes twinkling as I hold the door open for him. He follows me in, pushing the door to, but not shutting it fully behind him. I stride across the living room to the desk in the corner and root around in the drawers for a pen, I forget what I am wearing and bend at the waist, it is not until I hear the not -so- muted groan from the delivery guy that I realise he is getting an eyeful of my wet slit at this very moment.

I grab a pen and straighten up, turning around I take off the lid and point it at him, at that moment I realise it is a fountain pen, and the next thing I notice are several blue blobby marks appearing on his bright white shirt.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” I fluster, my hands waving in front of me , I look to the left and right of me, searching for something to clean him up with.

“You are a naughty girl aren’t you?” I look up, hearing the seductive tone to his voice, and bite my lip.

“Yes, Sir.” I reply, just about realising the full intensity of what I am starting here, slipping into my role easily, almost forgetting this man is a stranger and not my husband.

My husband. Shit, he could be back at any moment!

“Let me get some water and a cloth maybe we can dab the blots out…” I am still flustering, on the brink, wondering if I can step over the line, wanting to back out and run in, both at the same time, the urges pulling apart my insides.

“Forget the shirt. I’ll wash it later. Right now young lady you need a spanking.” He slaps his hand down on the desk beside me and I jump, startled.

“Oh but, well my husband will be back any minute…”

“Well, you need punishing now, bend over.” His body language is imposing, his shoulders and chin squared, I lean back from him, my bottom pressed hard against the edge of my table, my breasts thrust out, my head thrown back and my green eyes overflowing with apprehension.

“No, no, please, I’ll find another pen and sign, then you can go.” I try and make my voice firm but it quavers, and he picks up on my hesitancy, as if he knows my pussy is aching with lust right now as my body shakes with trepidation.

“Young lady do not make this worse than it already is. Bend over this table NOW!”

He points, his arm straight and straining with purpose towards the desk and I respond, scared now that he may get violent with me, violent in a non-pleasurable kind of way.

I turn round and lean over the desk, my breasts crushed down on the hard surface, my wet pussy revealed to his strange, hungering eyes once more.

“That’s better.” he pats my butt then slowly draws back the grey pleated skirt and folds it up my back, the whole of my bottom, all of my most private parts exposed to this man and vulnerable to his attack.

What would Kev think if he walked in right now? He’d go bloody ballistic! A hard, stinging slap bursts it’s fiery imprint on my backside, putting all thoughts of my husband from my mind.

“Ouch!” I yell, this hurts more than when my soft, sensitive, sweet husband spanks me and I yell once and again as his hard hand slaps down a couple more times on my rapidly reddening butt.

“Shush slut.” he hisses, the blows still raining down and a hot tingle spreading over my arse and down between my thighs, heating me in not a particularly painful way, in fact it’s more of a sensual, arousing simmer.

The blows stop, I hear the sound of a zip slipping down and then an engorged, full cock slips up and down my hot wet crack.

“Please, no, I’m married!” I cry, I can’t let this go any further, I’m horny, but I love my husband, I love him so much. One of those strong hands grips the back of my neck, pushing me harder down onto the desk

“Shut up prick tease, I’m getting the fuck you’ve promised me since you opened the door in that outfit.”

His cock forces inside me, but to my embarrassment it slips in easily, my pussy slick with the juices the bubbled up through my spanking.

“I knew you wanted it.” he moans as he slips in and out of my contracting cunt which is feeling a new cock for the first time in a long time.

I whimper and moan, the fear and self loathing fading away as my arousal heightens, but I know they will return full force once this man is out of my living room. This man, I don’t even know his name for fuck’s sake, and I’m enjoying the feel of his cock ploughing into my hot, juicy cunt.

“You’re one hot bitch.” He growls, pressing down harder on my neck, slapping up against my sore buttocks with every thrust, making me whimper with the renewed sting of my reddened flesh.

His other hand insinuates under me, his fingers slipping through my wiry pubic bush till they dip down my slit, bumping over my sensitive clit. His fingers slip up and down in rhythm with the way he fucks me, my cheek hard down on the desk, my nostrils filled with the scent of furniture polish, my ears filled with the groaning wails and slapping flesh as my body winds up closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

In the moment I close my eyes and give myself over to this domination, enjoying the hard and fast throbbing of my cunt as my body is wrapped and tangled in the constraints of orgasm, until it subsides and I sob for what I have done. The delivery man withdraws from my slippy insides and pulls me up by the hair, spinning me round he forces me to my knees in front of him, my nose level with his wide bobbing cock, the smell of his juices and mine assaulting my senses as he takes his dick in hand and commences pumping up and down.

A few strokes and he’s exploding all over my face, zipping up and heading for the door, a signature on his paper, his signature dripping off my face.

I sink into the sofa and weep, weep with shame and guilt and foreboding. Kev is going to go crazy, he’ll divorce me! He’ll not believe he forced himself on me, he’ll blame me for letting him in in the first place.

“rat a tat tat.”

That’s him now.

My whole body tightens with fear.

Fuck.

I’m in trouble now.

I’ve managed it for two days so far, but I was more than a little bit pissed off last night when he came home from a late meeting and went straight to bed! So today I have changed into my schoolgirl uniform, ready for my husband’s home coming so he’ll not be able to resist giving me some relief!

The only problem being that the swish of my pigtails as I move, the constriction of my tight white top squeezing my boobs and sweeping over my nipples has gotten me so hot that my mind is filled with lust and the husband is late coming home. So here I am, watching a naughty young lady being spanked with a ruler over the teachers desk, her skirt flicked up, her panties around her knees, her bottom already ruddy pink from her punishment and the close up shots showing the juices already slick on her inner thighs.

My thighs are just as slick, if not slicker in fact, I can feel an orgasm just a quick finger stroke away, when suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder, making me jump and yelp,

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

Kev is standing directly behind me, he spins the black office chair round so I am facing him, the file still playing on the computer screen behind me.

“Erm, Research?” I smile at him cheekily, my cheeks red with the thrill and embarrassment of being caught.

“I think you were masturbating! Were you?” His fingers tap out a rhythm on the back of my chair, and I know he is annoyed at me for not doing as we arranged,

“No, no, no, no. I wasn’t masturbating, I was just researching new ideas in school uniform, Sir.”

I drop my gaze to the floor, where my toe dances nervously in a figure of eight, the knee high sock slipped down to mid calf.

“Stand up!” he barks and I respond without thought, knowing not to mess with him any further.

“Bend over!” He turns me round to face the computer screen then presses down on the small of my back till I bend over, resting my hands on the edge of the desk, Just in front of the keyboard.

With one easy motion he flicks up my skirt and tuts loudly,

“Still not wearing knickers! Slut. I see I shall have to buy you some, or you’ll always be walking around bare arsed under your shorter than regulation skirt!”

Silence falls and I hold my breath, letting it out in a long drawn out moan as his finger slides down the centre of my moist crack,

“Liar!” He roars and brings his hand down on my buttock hard, once, twice and again in quick succession making me yelp and flinch.

“You are such a slut, you couldn’t even wait two days for your carnal pleasures could you, slut.” He emphasises the word slut, with a hard slap across my tingling butt flesh, making my pussy ooze yet more of it’s juices down my already sticky thighs.

Rolling my eyes I can look up to the action carrying on, on screen, the clip has returned to the beginning and the teacher has just pulled down the young porn star’s panties and has raised the ruler into the air, readying it to drop onto her fat, juicy buttocks.

“Now, that is a good idea!” Kev chuckles and then rummages in the desk drawer beside me, I grip the cool, smooth edge tighter as I realise what is to come.

The snap of the hard stiff wooden ruler on my backside is like nothing I have ever felt before, the intense stripe of pain makes me squeal and the second, laid almost on top of the first, makes me yell out my discomfort.

“Maybe this will make you behave.” Kev’s voice is determined in tone and I feel another hard thwap of wood against flesh.

“I’m sorry Sir!” I yell out, tears now in my eyes, this new experience of real, harsh pain, tempting me to beg him to stop. “I’ll be a good girl, I’ll be your good girl, Please, Sir, no more!”

Another whish and a harder slap lands roughly on my sore, reddened skin and I realise now why the woman in the clip cries out so much, this bloody hurts! However I am still aware of how wet and aroused I am, the delicious contrast of pain in my backside and sweet pleasure in my pussy the only thing stopping me from giving in right now, and putting a stop to this little game.

Gently, Kev’s large hand smoothes over one buttock and then the other, the contact at once calming and jarring, making me both painfully aware of the stripes and his deep and soulful love for me.

With one hand on each buttock he gently peels them apart, exposing me completely to his gaze,

“Hold yourself for me a moment, slut.” he asks, and I reach round behind myself, pulling my cheeks apart whilst awkwardly resting my shoulders on the desk, my head bent to one side.

As I strain to hold my bizarre position, I feel something wet and cool dribbled between my cheeks, my husbands thick fingers rubbing and smoothing it into my skin, his fingers slipping into my pussy easily and then moving to work on my tighter, less slippery arsehole. Gently he works his index finger into my resisting hole, I grit my teeth, enjoying the kinkiness of the action, forcing myself to breathe out and relax, making the digits passage easier. I love anal sex, it’s raw, passionate and dirty and I moan my delight as he forces a second finger inside me.

He see-saws the fingers in and out of my hole, loosening me up and sending thrills of passion through my body at the same time. I moan disappointedly as his fingers leave me, then gasp in delight as his hard cock slips into my warm wet pussy, one finger working its way back inside my tight hole .

I let go of my own buttocks then, having to bring my hands back to the desk to balance on as he hammers into me, making my cunt spasm around him, making me squeal and gurgle with delight. His pace is fast and relentless and I feel myself building up to the release I am so eager to have, just as I sense I am reaching the very brink, Kev pulls out, causing me to sob in frustration.

“Right, stand up slut!” I turn around and face him, my head lowered, my pigtails drooping in front of my damp eyes.

“I do believe that is enough punishment for now slut, and now I think it’s time you prove to me just how very sorry you really are.”

He sits down on the swivel chair, and with a sweep of his hand gestures underneath the desk. Without further instruction I bend to my knees and crawl painfully into the knee cavity beneath the heavy desk, then ponderously swing around so my face is just about in my husbands crotch. His cock is hard and straining, and my heart thumps with pride, knowing that it is my body that has turned him on to this extent.

His hand fishes around under the desk and slips round the back of my head, pushing me down to his crotch, and then retreating. I take the initiative and extend my tongue to bathe him from base to tip and down again, tasting my sweet musky juices on him, feeling the thick, slick liquid coat my tongue and slip down my throat. I wiggle back onto my heels, trying to spread my weight so my buttocks don’t rub too painfully against my heels, but however I move I can still feel the sharp ache of the ruler marks on my bum.

I hear Kev clicking upon his mouse, and wonder what he’s doing, then I hear a new clip starting, the whipping, thudding noise of the ruler has been replaced by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the female squeaks of sore buttocks enduring a long hard fucking.

These impassioned moans, remind me of my mission, and I set to kissing Kev’s large balls, gently sucking the soft skin between my lips as I run one hand softly up and down his shaft, after a few moments I swap to sucking his long, tasty cock in between my plump lips, my fingers gently massaging his tightening orbs and I am rewarded by hearing him muffle a moan.

I continue bouncing my lips up and down and inch my fingers down between my thighs,

“Ah, ah!” I hear Kev from above the desk and over the yelping of the porn actress, “No pleasure for you, slut!”

I move my hands back up to his inner thighs, stroking and teasing them and renew my vigorous sucking of his cock, I adore this; the taste of him in my mouth, the feel of his strong warm flesh undulating and twitching in reaction to the ministrations of my lips and tongue. I feel so powerful in this position of humility, I control him as much (If not more) than he controls me, as I hold the power of his orgasm in my mouth.

Up and down, the rhythm intensifying, his hand reaching down and pushing me onto his cock, right down till my nose is nestled in his public hair as his cock explodes and I feel him pumping directly down the back of my throat, the next spurt spilling over my lips as his hand loosens its grip and I move up for air. I feel the warm unctuous fluid flowing down over my lips and dripping down into the deep “v” of my cleavage.

He pushes back from the desk and I crawl out and up into his lap, eager to feel his arms around me.

“I love you, my sweet slut.” he whispers into my ear as I snuggle in the warmth of his embrace, my head resting on his shoulders “and if you’re a good girl tomorrow, I’ll let you have the release you crave for.”

I smile up to him and lay a sweet, light kiss upon his lips,

“I’ll be a good girl for you, Sir. I love you.”

I cannot wait to see what tomorrow brings!

“Mmm, morning.” I stretch out and his hand squeezes my bottom, a finger slipping between the cheeks. I gasp and his finger slips up and down, teasing me, urging me to lift up from the bed. “Someone’s horny this morning.”

“Yes, you must have been having a fun dream, darlin’, you’re sopping wet.” his fingers slip inside me, just a little way and I buck my hips, wanting him to drive further. “Slut.” He hisses and moves his juice-covered fingers higher and plays with my tighter hole, rubbing around then sliding the very tip of a finger inside my arse. I pant and moan, excited by this play, wanting more, so much more, than the tease I’m being offered.

“Yes baby, I know.” Kev croons, stroking my hair. “My little whore wants more, she needs filling. I’m ahead of you on this one.”

Kev’s fingers leave my body, and I whimper. I wait for him to get to his knees behind me, to fill the now aching void between my thighs. My eye brow raises quizzically as I hear a plastic sounding click-clack from the area of the bedside cabinet. I’m just about to ask, when something cold and gooey lands between my cheeks, just above my anus.

“I’ve got something special for you baby, today is a special day.” I quickly flick through my mind, making sure I’ve not forgotten a birthday or anniversary, then Kev continues as he slips his now cold, lubed finger back into my arse. “five years ago, to this very day, I took your virginity. Today, I’m planning to celebrate that in a very unique way.”

He slips a second finger into my aching rectum and I mewl with pleasure. It always feels so dirty, so perverted, when he plays with my arse. I love how narrow the gap is between pain and pleasure when his fingers are inside such a private, personal place. I can’t believe the bliss that shoots through me as he manages to push in another finger. He begins to see-saw them in and then out of me, making me gasp and pant and grasp tightly at the pillow cradling my head.

“I love you so much, my horny slut. I am going to fill you with my plug now, baby.” He feels me stiffen with fright and his spare hand gently rubs my back. “I know, I know, baby. You’re going to love it so much, you’re going to leave it in till I come home from work.”

Now I really begin to struggle, all friggin’ day? I don’t bloody well think so! I’m just about to voice my objections when his calm voice continues. “But I will be back at noon. I have booked some time off work. We’re going on holiday, somewhere where we can celebrate this very special anniversary.” His fingers slip from my hole, and I feel empty.

My mind is reeling. The feeling of my virgin ass being plied and stretched coupled with the exciting news about a surprise getaway is almost too much to bear, so when I feel a hard, un-giving object between my butt cheeks I cannot think clearly. It is obviously the plug, and it has been well lubricated. I can feel the coolness of it as the rubberised stopper presses against my tight hole, until my body gives, letting it inside.

Fuck, it feels big. I’ve seen it, and I know it is not that wide, an inch or so at most, but it feels massive and I keen with pain and struggle beneath my husbands hand.

“Hush darlin’ relax, you can take this.” his free hand slips beneath me and manipulates my clit. The pleasure buds from there, throbbing throughout my whole cunt, spreading to my buttocks and finally to my arsehole. I mange to relax, and feel the plug slipping a little further. The full feeling is not nice, it’s uncomfortable and I’m so tempted to scream out, to yell out for him to stop, but he keeps his finger gently on my clit and the ecstasy pulsing from there urges me on.

It slips deeper and deeper and I writhe, I breathe deeply and moan as it slides in further. It’s exciting me now, and not just because of the constant pleasure on my clit. I can feel real, sexy vibes pulsing from around the plug, and as I feel the tips of my husbands fingers retreating, I know it is now properly seated inside of me.

His fingers retreat from my clit and I cry out from the cruelty of it. “Not now slut. I’ve got to go. I will be back in oh, two and a half hours or so. Pack our bags, find the passports and be waiting for me when I come home, dressed in your uniform. Keep the plug in till I return. Good girl.”

And with that, he jumps off the bed and out of the bedroom door. I’m left on all fours, something protruding from my bottom. I roll over gingerly, and wince as my bottom hit’s the mattress and the plug pushes in a fraction more. It’s painfully erotic, like I’ve been denied an orgasm for hours and I’m almost cramping in need.

The damn thing has only been in for five minutes, I’ve got to make it for at least another couple of hours. I ease myself out of bed, Kev didn’t tell me not to masturbate, but I know instinctually that I shouldn’t. Now where the hell are those passports?

This damn plug is driving me crazy, I’m mincing around like a gay guy at Mardi Gras and still every move sends shock waves through me. Sometimes I feel it’s so pleasurable I can’t stand it and at others it’s too painful to bear. The suitcase is packed, the passports have been found and now I’m pulling myself into my uniform. I’ve got my hair into pigtails (it seems to be my most frequent hair-do now, I can level them up with my eyes closed!) and within moments, I’m fully uniformed.

I hope I don’t have to wait much longer. I think I may just explode, and possibly not in a good way either. It aches, it throbs, it just keeps my focus on my butt and I swear I have no idea what I’ve packed. All I can think about is my bottom and how much I need to get this thing out, or at least have it moved slowly in and out, in and out, in…

The door startles me and I jump a little, becoming yet more aware of my anal tormentor and I am very, very relieved to see my darling husband striding in through the front door.

I want to run into his arms, but I stay very still, hoping he’ll relieve me of this pain in the arse!

“Hey love!” He smiles. “I see you’ve managed to pack the bags, great. Are you ready to go?”

My face must have dropped like a grand piano from a top floor flat. I swear, I was on the verge of tears, I couldn’t cope with thinking about this thing being in place for even ten more minutes.

Kev laughs loudly. “I’m joking baby, I’m joking. Come on upstairs with me, I’m going to give you some relief.”

“Thank God!” I sigh and join in his laughter, following his tight, tasty bottom up the stairs.

“On the bed, love.” He barely has to ask , I’m there on my knees, proffering up my posterior. His hand flips up my skirt and rips down the damp, white cotton panties until they hang loosely around my knees.

“Oh God, that is one hell of a sight.” He groans, then I feel his fingers in my crack, prising my buttocks apart. I can feel the plug holding on to me as I’m stretched wide, I feel it slip a little, and I gasp, waiting for his fingers to pull the plug, so to speak, but he doesn’t. I hear his pants being discarded, and I wonder, I wonder where that cock is going to end up.

I am not left wondering for long. A hot, wet cock tip is soon rubbing up and down my slit and a moment later it smoothly slips inside. My pussy pulls him in, and I am shocked at how different it feels, with the plug still snuggled in my arse. With every thrust into me, I feel the plug strain deeper and I gasp as the cock and the plug meet and rub against one another, through the thin barrier that is me.

Words, sounds, hisses are dripping from my lips, but my mind is not aware of what they are. I just have to let it out, this build up of sheer sexiness, it has to be released.

“You know, I’ve been thinking of you,” Kev pants, thrusting harder “thinking of you with this plug inside of you and I’ve been hard, oh fuck, so hard thinking about doing this.” He moans and his hips thrust harder, and I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, hitting my sweet spot and making me gurgle in pleasure.

“Fuck me, baby.” I whisper it, the words sticking in my dry throat. “Cum for me, fill me. Oh God Kev, yes, oh fuck, yes!”

“My Slut, my sweet slut.” he groans and the tempo increases, the plug in my ass moving in unison with the cock in my cunt, rubbing me in all the right places, teasing me and taunting me to orgasm. As I peak, I hear him roar and I shriek as my orgasm screams from inside me. It rips through my body, devastating me, pulling me apart with high intensity pleasure.

“I love you.” my husband whispers as he slips from me and gently insinuates his fingers between my cheeks and oh, at last, relieves me of the pressure in my arse. I swear that I orgasm again as the plug is pulled, and I fall flat down on my stomach, panting.

“Happy Anniversary,” Kev nuzzles up to me, kissing the back of my neck. “but we need to get to the airport. Are you up to walking?”

“Uh huh.” I pant and pull myself up. “I think I can just about manage that.”

“Good.” he replies with a grin. “because once we get where we’re going, you’re going to be spending a lot of time in bed or on your back, or on all fours -but not walking, I promise you that.”

“Yes.” I whisper, head hanging low, disgusted by what I had done but unsure of how to confess it. How do you tell your husband that you just fucked a stranger?

“What’s the matter? You’ve not even opened the parcel. Vicky, What’s happened?”

My husband sinks into the soft sofa beside me, and wraps his arm around my shoulder, squeezing me gently. I glance up into his compassionate blue eyes and I break out a loud and un-lady like sob. The tears flow and he pulls me close, burying my face in the crook of his neck, holding me and stroking my back. I cling to him, unsure whether this may be the last time I feel his arms around me.

“Kev,” I lift my head up and pull away from him, swallowing my sobs and determined to confess. “Kev. I’ve done something terrible.” I fiddle with the hem of my skirt, my eyes training intensely on my fingers, and only flicking up to his face occasionally. The rest pours from my lips, like water from a jug, cold and fast flowing, shocking as it splashes.

“There was a knock at the door and I ‘d just got into my uniform ready for you to come home so I ran down to the door and answered it with my pigtails and top and skirt and everything on.”

I stop for a breath,

“And it was a guy with this parcel and he had no pen so I told him to come in whilst I found one and I got his shirt dirty with ink and he said I was naughty oh, and Kev he spanked me and had sex with me.”

There I’ve said it.

“I didn’t want it, least my head didn’t want it, but my body, my stupid, lustful body did. Oh Kev, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry!”

Sobs wrack my body and my hands cover my face, I feel sure Kev will yell at me, at any moment, he’ll yell at me.

“Vicky,” the soft tone surprises me, I look up into his eyes and they’re not harsh and bitter, but soft and loving. “Vicky, I love you. I love you with all my heart, always.” his arm wraps around me again, squeezing me close. ” It does kinda hurt to think of you having sex with another man without me knowing, but Vicky, it’s not the sex that annoys me, it’s that I didn’t know, that it happened without my knowledge that pains me. Sex is just sex and I know what we have is special, and a simple fuck isn’t going to change that.”

“Really?” my head snaps up and I look into his eyes, “Really? You’re not going to divorce me?”

“No, of course not baby. You’re my wife, the love of my life. I’m not going to loose you over this.” His eyes are gentle and their soft glowing love makes me sob again, a smile crossing my face as my heart leaps with exhilaration.

“Vicky, if you want to fuck other people, I don’t mind.” He smiles and I smile shyly back.

“Well.” I sniff, wiping the back of my hand and wrist across my eyes, ” I did kinda enjoy it, well, apart from the massive feelings of regret and guilt. I, I, enjoyed the sex but not the guilt trip I sent myself on.”

“Remember sweetie, we’ve talked about this before and I always said I was happy for you to be with another man or woman even, if you wanted it.” gently his hand strokes my back, comforting me, helping me calm down and exciting me at the same time.

“Anyhow, tell me about it, I wasn’t here but I want details, I want you to tell me every little detail.”

“Are you sure?” I hesitate, still not believing I’d gotten off so lightly for my indiscretion.

“Sure, I need to know exactly what I’m punishing you for don’t I? I need to calculate the spanks accurately!” He winks at me, and my stomach rolls with the promise of future foreplay and sex.

“Well ok, basically when he came in I went to find a pen in the drawers of the desk but,” I chuckle, “I forgot how I was dressed and when I bent over he could see right up my skirt.”

“Show me.” He asks, pressing gently on my back, so I stand up and walk across the room, aware of his eyes upon me as I bend over, as I did just an hour or so ago. The loud moan that follows makes me jump a little, as the sound originates just behind me.

“He had a great view from here! Stay there, just as you are, and tell me the rest.”

“Well I splashed his shirt with ink and he said I was a naughty girl. He told me I needed a spanking, and well I got scared then, but he got all threatening and I bent over the desk and he flipped up my skirt…”

My skirt is lifted up over my back, exposing me to my husband’s sight.

“…and he spanked me, Oh Kev he spanked me so hard that it made me sob out loud.”

A hard slap hits my cheeks, then another yet harder, and another harder one still that makes me yelp and bite my bottom lip.

“Slut. You’re such a slut. You loved every moment didn’t you? You loved teasing and fucking some stranger didn’t you?”

“Yes!” I moan out, “I wish you’d seen it.”

“Hmm maybe that can be arranged in future!” his hand thwacks down on my exposed, raw flesh again and I groan with pleasure. “Now keep telling me your sordid tale, slut!”

“Well he spanked me for a few minutes, then he must have got himself good and hard as he shook down his pants and shoved his hard cock into my, shamefully, wet cunt.”

A zip, a fall of clothes and my husband’s cock is inside me, thrusting into my sopping creamy pussy.

“Did he fuck you hard like this?” my husband moans, gripping my waist in his soft hands,

“Oh yeah, but not this good, not this full, not this satisfying..”

I feel my face rubbing against the desk as Kev speeds up, fucking me deeper and deeper.

“Where did he cum, slut?”

“He came all over my face.” I reply.

“Next time, I’d like him to fill this sweet cunt, I think I’d enjoy the feel of my cock squelching inside of you, your juices and his combining to make you wetter than wet.”

“Oh yes!”

“Or maybe, vice versa, I could fuck you, fill you and let him have the sloppy seconds, you don’t mind do you slut, as long as this cunt is filled. Mmm, maybe we could pick a slutty hole each, filling your mouth and cunt, or your arse and cunt at the same time, yes, yes, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

His sweet, sexy voice combining with the dirty images it’s conjuring brings me closer and closer to orgasm, my pussy spasming in pleasure as his cock fills and fucks me.

“I know what you would like, you’d like him to come in this wet, sloppy, cunt and then have my head bury itself between your thighs and lap and lick and suck every last drop of it from you.”

I groan loudly, this was a fantasy of mine, a fantasy he knew about and the added thrill of maybe it being able to happen, to have my loving husband suck another mans cum from my cunt, brings me close to orgasm.

He slips out of me, eliciting a gasp of longing from my lips, he grabs me by a pigtail and drags me over to the couch, when he pushes me down and kneels in front of me, spreading my knees to either side of his head. His lips caress my nether lips and I writhe ,bucking with every jolt of heat and pleasure to my pussy, feeling it diffuse through my body, my skin tingling and pulling tight.

I imagine my cunt filled with hot cum, I imagine that my husband is now eagerly sucking it from me, devouring the mix of juices and I spasm, scream and gush juices all over his face as he sucks and licks and nibbles.

“My turn!” he quips as I open my eyes again, looking down on his juice covered face. “On your knees, slut. You’ve got some penance to be paid!”

As I drop to my knees, he stands up in front of me, his hard cock bouncing, beckoning to me to suck it. I lean in and gently press my lips against the pouting lips of his foreskin, teasingly I press my tongue gently into the little hole and feel his cock jump as I shock his unprotected cock-head.

My lips part and slide down his still slick shaft, the musky taste of me lingering, the mixed scent of our sex flaring my nostrils and sending jolts of pleasure directly to my clit. Up and down I move my lips, knowing he wants me to pleasure him, to show him how much I love and adore, how much I want and need this cock, not just any cock but this one, this one belonging to the man I love.

My eyes close and I moan in pleasure as he throbs and bobs between my lips, slipping him further and further in, one hand rubbing up and down his long shaft, one hand resting on his thigh for balance.

I hear a faint whistle and feel as well as hear the loud crack as something hits down on my back, shocking my eyes back open, looking up I see my husbands belt resting in his hands, and above that his calm, sweet, sadistic smile.

“I told you it was penance!” he laughs and lashes down with his heavy leather belt again, the tip of it landing just at the beginning of my buttocks, the rest laying along my spine making me jump in shock. I go to take my head off his cock, but he wraps the belt behind my head pulling me in tighter against it.

“Ah, ah ah, my sweet slut. You’re gonna keep your mouth on my dick until I spurt my hot cum down your throat, and don’t you dare bite me, or you’ll really be in trouble!”

I keep sucking, his belt still pulled taut round the back of my head. Unable to move I rub my hand up and down his cock, sucking and whirling my tongue around his sensitive tip until the grip is released and I can bob my head back and two in rhythm with my fist.

The belt whips down, whistling and cracking over my white flesh, making it redden, I can feel the stripes smarting down my back and along the top of my buttocks, and between my thighs I feel myself dripping, my pussy throbbing even though it had been so recently satisfied, awoken again by this erotic beating, by this act of penance as I beg for forgiveness from my husband.

The belt rests along my back, the tip resting between my buttocks and I know from the grip on my shoulders, the shaking of his thighs and the groans from his mouth that Kev is going to cum soon. Eagerly I pump my hand up and down and moan my appreciation as the hot cock-concoction flows down my throat, across my lips and drips off my chin.

“Good slut.” He sighs and flops to the sofa, I lie with my head on his inner thigh, feeling his pulse throb as I stay kneeling between his legs.

“Now,” Kev says, “I need to go and order something more from that website, and when the delivery man cums, this time so will I!”

I smile up at him,

“What’s in my parcel anyway?”

He passes the grey plastic bag over and I rip it open, inside are several pairs of bright white cotton panties.

“You will be properly attired in the full uniform from now on slut.” He informs me and I feel like I have just been promoted to a higher level of sluttiness.

With every movement my mind is dragged into the realm of the sexual. I am awaiting a parcel and although I am not sure what it will contain, I do know it’s been ordered with my sexual pleasure in mind, not just the contents of the parcel, but who will bear it as well. I also know that my husband is waiting for me to call. I have him on speed dial and as I hear the knock on the door, I will ring him and he will then find his way home to join in the fun.

Could you take this much anticipation? I am finding it hard, my knickers are soaked with my juices and I can smell my arousal clearly. I switch off the Hoover and put it away then I hear the long awaited knock on the door. I run to the desk, hit the speed dial and let the phone ring once, then slam it down and run to the door.

“I’m coming!” I shout, hoping that soon I will be, and open the front door. It’s the parcel guy and without hesitation, I beckon him in.

“Hello gorgeous, want some more of me do you?” his voice is lust-laden as he pushes the door closed.

I do not reply to his question in words but press my body against him, claiming his lips with mine, pushing him against the wall. A low moan confirms his approval, one had roams over my back, the other occupied by a small parcel. As I press harder against him, his fingers relax and the parcel falls, to the ground. I don’t care, all I want is satisfaction. I’ve been aching for cock all day and I will not be happy till I am satiated.

His fingers run into my hair, each pigtail is wrapped around a strong, rough hand and my hair is pulled tight from my skull and I wince as he levers me backwards, overbalancing me and whipping me round until I find my back against the wall. His weight is crushing me; his lips bruising, strangling the breath from between my lips. His chest is hard against my soft breasts, my nipples pressing uncomfortably against my blouse.

His large hand and long fingers insinuate themselves up and under the box pleat skirt, his strong grasp shakily makes It’s way up to my crotch. As he touches me through the sodden cotton of my panties his lips slip down to my neck, he sucks hard and grinds his palm into my pubis, a long finger hooking in and pressing warm cotton between my lips, complimenting the heavenly pleasure on my clit. I make a noise somewhere between a yelp and a mewl, as the combination of sharp teeth and blunt fingers drive me wild.

“Hmm, I thought it was only myself who could make my wife make that noise. Apparently not.”

My husband has managed to open the door and walk in without either of us sex-raved beasts hearing. My heart thumps harder, my knickers get wetter as I hear him, then open my eyes and see him. The man pressing me so hard into the wall retreats, a wild, crazed look of guilt on his face.

“I’m sorry guv, I didn’t know she was married…I…”

“No need to apologise.” My husband’s smile is like a tiger greeting it’s prey, “My darling wife is a slut, as you have experienced, and I am not ashamed to say she seems to take more than one man to satisfy her.”

The parcel man’s face is a picture of mixed emotion. He’s still not sure this guy isn’t

a) insane or b) just very, very mad.

Or if he really means what he’s saying.

“Oh I know all about your escapade yesterday.” My husband continues, slipping off his heavy black jacket, “Yes, she’s a naughty slut and you did just right in spanking her. She needs a firm hand and a firm cock often you know. Would you like to see how she copes with two of each?”

I can see the light of play in my husband’s eye and finally parcel man seems to see it too.

“Hell yeah!” he replies, clasping and unclasping his hands by his sides.

“Wife.” My husband barks. “Where are your manners? Have you offered this fine man some refreshment?”

I look to the floor and shake my head. Kev whistles through his teeth and tuts.

“A punishable offence if ever there was one. To the desk ,slut, You know the position.”

I take a deep breath and push up off the wall. Unsteadily I walk past the excess of testosterone in the room and head for the desk in the corner. I rest my hands on the comfortingly cool wood and bend over. My short skirt hitches up, showing off great expanses of my thighs.

“After you.” I hear my husband, a smile in his voice, and soon I feel my skirt lifted and folded up over my back, then the panties ripped down to rest, strained, across the bottom of my thighs.”

The sheer weight in the first slap to my buttocks shows me it’s not Kev. The way the blows reign down on my rapidly warming bum and the feel of the rough, thick fingers all tell me what I need to know. Then, as I lean my side of my face on my hands I see Kev, his trousers pooled round his ankles and his cock in hand. He slowly wanks, his cheeks flushed, his eyes glowing with prideful lust. I almost orgasm right then, seeing the look in his eye and the hardness of his straining dick. He slowly caresses his cock, pleasuring himself in rhythm with the spanks landing on my hot, painful buttocks.

I wriggle and groan, yelping when the slap is particularly harsh, keeping my eyes fastened on my husband and his throbbing cock as it slips in and out of his cupped fingers.

“Now, how about that drink?” Kev’s eyes sparkle and I feel myself spun round, then encouraged- no- shoved onto the edge of the desk. The cool wood hurts, then eases my red, throbbing arse, and I know when I stand there will be a smear of my juices left behind.

Parcel guy is soon sat in the desk chair and positioned between my legs. He pulls off and tosses away my knickers like the wrapping on a tasty sweet. His hands push apart my thighs, and balance my feet on the swivel-chair arms.

His tongue is as tough as his hand on my arse. Purposefully it burrows between my wet folds and seeks out the entrance of my leaking hole. Jamming it inside he stretches to reach all the juices he can and suck them down his throat. He seeks out more moisture, his lips sucking my intimate ones, trailing all around my wet cunt, his tongue flipping past my clit, not to give me pleasure but to collect the warm moistness there. I revel in the feeling of being used, even through this act that is usually all about giving, I enjoy being an object to be enjoyed, to be used to slake his thirst.

A hand presses down on my chest and I lie back, the keyboard from the computer clattering to the floor, the sound of fluttering pages easing into my subconscious. I turn my head to the side and there is a cock, a familiar, hard, dribbling cock and I do what any good slut would and stretch out my neck to lick and then suck on it’s tip. Kev walks in closer to the table and feeds me more of his shaft, his balls resting on the edge of the wood.

I surrender myself to the intense feelings coursing through my body, a breast is painfully yanked from it’s confines, made to lie above the edge of the unbuttoned “V” of my shirt, that material digging into it’s underside. My husbands fingers clasp and pull at the exposed nipple, twisting and turning as if to tune into just the right channel for his and my fucking pleasure.

A hard ,eager cock thrusts into my pussy, I had not even registered the lack of licking, so intent was I on lavishing pleasure on my husbands member. Only the rough entry of a hard, thick cock brings my focus back to my aching pussy. And oh fuck, does it feel good. Plugged from two ends, providing pleasure to two men at once.

I suck and mewl and bang my head back and forth in a sheer frenzy. I need to give pleasure. My cunt spasms around the cock inside it and I hear a manly groan. As the thrusts increase in pace, the fingers holding onto my thigh for balance dig in deeper and I know I will have bruises there come the morning. I can feel my orgasm building, the pounding of his groin against mine teasing my body to tremble, my cunt creaming at the force and the friction.

It is as if they timed it in perfect synchronization, with manly grunts and hisses cum is forced between both of my sets of lips and both eagerly suck down the sweet, salty nectar. My own orgasm follows shortly, my body congratulating itself on a job well done and sending shock after shock of pleasure whizzing round my body.

He pulls out, pulls on his pants and leaves.

“Parcels to deliver.” he mutters as he leaves, “it’s been a pleasure.”

The men share knowing, slightly embarrassed glances and then the door shuts and it’s just me and him, alone.

I sit up, and my husband walks back to me, his cock hidden once more from sight, nestled inside his cotton boxers. In his hand is the little parcel. He passes it to me and I open it.

Inside is something fairly small, rubber and very arousing. I look up and he smiles.

I know he has a plan and I shiver with delight as I get a hint of what it may be.

“You’re hair is so long.” My husband looks up from behind his silver laptop and smiles at me. “You could easily put it in pigtails for me now.”

I smile at him and see the lusty sparkle in his bright, amazingly clear blue eyes.

“Yeah I guess I could. Hmm I’ll have to find some bobbles.” I wink at my husband and throw my hair back over my shoulders. “Maybe I should find my school uniform to go with ‘em too.”

He lets out a low guttural moan and I jump to my feet giggling teasingly . “Ok love. I’ll be back in a minute.”

I feel the coil of lust tightening in my tummy as I run upstairs to the bedroom and pull the grey pleated skirt from the wardrobe. After removing my jeans and T-shirt I pull the skirt up over my legs, then make 1, 2, 3 rolls at the top to shorten it, bringing it a few inches above my knee.

Next, is the size too small white blouse. I take off my bra and I pull the buttons tight and pray they don’t pop before I get downstairs. I push my breasts up in the constricting fabric until a mantle of tit flesh can be seen between the two sides of the low “v” of the partially unbuttoned neck.

Slipping out of my dark coloured knickers, I think about replacing them with pure virginal white ones, only problem is – I don’t have any. Oh well, I shall have to go Au naturel. I’m sure Kev won’t mind. A lewd smile crosses my plump pink lips as I envisage his reaction to my naked pussy beneath my skirt.

With the addition of two bright read bobbles in my hair, one either side, I am ready and tip- toe coquettishly down the stairs into the living room.

“Hello Sir.” I smile coyly as I walk towards my husband who’s eyes run over me slowly from my school girl bunches to my knee high socks. “I’ve been a naughty girl.”

“Have you now?!” Husband sits up in his chair. “Yes I can tell. You’re not wearing a bra are you?”

“No Sir. I couldn’t find one, Sir.”

My eyes sparkle but I hold my gaze to the floor.

“I bet you couldn’t find your panties either could you, slut? Lift your skirt and show me.”

I run my hands down over my waist and grip the grey scratchy material between my fingers gingerly lifting it until my sparsely haired pussy comes into view.

“Naughty girl.” My husband gulps, then swipes his tongue over his soft lips as he beckons me forward with a finger. “I bet you’re enjoying it too.” He pushes my thighs apart with one big soft hand then runs the fingers up my inner thigh until he connects with my wet lips.

“Slut.”

He hisses as his fingers pry my lips apart and rub up and down my moist slit, gently bumping at my clit then poking gently into my hole.

“Am… Am I going to be punished, Sir.” I ask, feigning terror.

“Yes.” He replies. “Lie over my lap, you naughty slut.”

I hang my voluptuous body over his thick, strong thighs and use my hands to balance myself there. My large breasts hang and swing, held painfully in check by the restricting blouse. I feel the back of my skirt flipped up and hubby’s soft hand gently stroking over the curve of my large bottom.

“THWAK.”

A hard spank lands on my buttock and I cry out in shock more than pain.

“THWAK.”

Another lands on the opposite buttock and I feel my flesh wobbling with the impact.

“Naughty Slut.” Another spank. “You wanted to get your teacher hot didn’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, Sir.” I gasp my reply, the barrage of slaps raining down on my bottom constantly, making me squirm.

“You wanted Sir to spank your naughty fucking arse didn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” I reply, feeling the hardening of his cock as it pokes into my soft stomach. My bottom is on fire now and each smack stings more than the one before, but still I feel my body zinging with arousal. He stops his spanking and his fingers roughly press into my slit, two fingers sink in with ease and gently oscillate back and to, back and to, back and to.

I groan my pleasure and press back against his fingers as well as I can, frustrated that I can’t force him as deep as I would like.

“Stand up.”

His fingers slither from my pussy and I rise to my feet. Kev stands with me and forcefully tugs open the buttons on my blouse, freeing my breasts momentarily before grasping them in his hands and kneading them with eager roughness.

He steps back with a growl and removes his clothes, hurriedly, and with little care for where they land. Then he sits back on the sofa and I can see just how aroused he is. His cock is straight, hard and straining; the tip glistening with moisture. I automatically fall to my knees and lovingly take the red aching member between my lips.

I can already taste the sweet stickiness of his precum lathered over his cock as I bounce my lips down the length of his cock and back up again. As I move, his hands wrap themselves around each trail of hair and pull me up until only my lips touch the tip of him, he then presses me down so I engulf the whole thing in my mouth. The tightness of my hair, the slight stinging sensation of the tugging, makes me moan as I lap, lick and suck at the big dick before me.

Roughly, Kev pulls me up and off his cock. He spins ’round on the couch, lying down, head on the arm and his cock sticking up wetly, inviting in the middle. Without hesitation I stand up from my kneeling position and lower myself down upon it.

“Oh Yes, Slut. That’s it. Sink down on to Sir’s cock. Yes, wrap your hot wet cunt around me.”

Kev moans as I slide right down engulfing him completely inside my wet womanly folds. I begin immediately to ride up and down, needing to feel the friction in my cunt, needing just to be filled, to be stimulated.

Kev picks up on my signals, and his sweet pouty lips seek out my taut, swaying nipples. He suckles on one and then the other, roughly tugging them between his lips then suddenly his teeth are brought into play and I yelp with aroused surprise, the walls of my pussy contracting with the sexy shock of it.

The yelp makes him nip and bite more, the whole area of my breasts seem a target for his nibbling teeth. His hands join in too, squeezing and moulding my flesh, nails raking across the white but rapidly reddening flesh of my tender breasts.

The rougher he treats my breasts, the harder I fuck him, and the more mini orgasms rack my body. I bounce and moan and sigh and yelp as he whispers all kinds of filth to me.

“Oh you’re a dirty fucking slut, fucking teacher in front of the class. You like being watched don’t you?”

I moan my ascent as I picture a class full of people around me, watching me fucking like a possessed beast.

“Get off me slut.” Kev commands and I whimper but acquiesce, wondering what he might have in mind. I get an idea when he pushes me back, so I lay, legs splayed and back up against the sofa arm. He is suddenly between my legs, thrusting within me, faster and faster, using me for his pleasure and nothing more; the soft curve of his tummy slapping against my clit as he pushes in, causing me to shiver and shudder with every fuck motion.

“Oh yes, yes, Sir. Fuck me. Oh fuck, yes. Use my cunt, use me, cum in me. Oh fill me, Sir. I need to feel your cum inside me.”

The words seem to egg him on and he moves harder and faster, making the sofa creek as he braces himself against the arm, pressing himself ever deeper inside of me and I can sense he is getting ever closer, harder and faster he fucks, hammering me back against the arm, my breasts and rounded tummy bouncing, my head thrown back , my mouth in a constant ooooh of pleasure.

With a primeval grunt he holds himself within me and I feel his cock pumping out it’s hot fluid into my hot and juice dripping sex.

He kisses my neck as he relaxes and I feel his sweat soaked chest heaving against mine as he slips from between my legs. Sitting back he runs his eyes over me and I get an extra shot of passion and slip my hands down over my hiked up skirt to my lightly hair scattered pussy. I run my fingers through the juice slicked curls and dip down between my bloated sex lips and begin to rub against my clit.

I’ve cum over and over, yet I can feel another orgasm pressing from just behind my pubis. I can feel it building as I play with my cum filled cunt; my husbands eyes fastened on my open body.

“Cum for me slut.”

He growls the words, almost spiting them out. My pussy contracts from just the sound of them. His fingers plunge into me without warning and I yelp as his fingers see-saw back and forth inside me, keeping rhythm with my own fingers, pressing and rubbing against my clit.

“You are such a horny slut. You’re going to cum on my fingers. You’d like to be covered in cum wouldn’t you? Get the lads from your class to surround you as you finger yourself. Watch them as they pull on their cocks until they spurt all over you. Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” I manage to force those two words between my lips before the orgasm overtakes me, like a tall wave against a hard sea wall it hits me. Over and over with each pull and push of my husbands thick fingers I cum. Wave after wave after wave. Not a moment to catch my breath, not a second to think or to shout or to cry out. Just one endless rolling tide of ecstasy. As my body relaxes, my cunt finally sated, I notice how wet the couch is beneath me.

“You came so hard, juice was running down my arm.” Kev tells me. “You’ve soaked that seat right through. I think naughty slutty girls who wet my furniture with their slutty juices should be punished. Same place, same time. Tomorrow night.”

“Yes sir.” I reply grinning, already anticipating the delights tomorrow night will hold.

I was having such a great dream too before I woke up to find just how late I’d slept in. All about Jenny. Jenny’s this girl who works in the same block of offices as I do, I noticed her the day I started, she’s so hot, curvy and sensual with eyes that just delve into your soul so damn sexy! It’s her fault I am late.

Well Not physically her but I was having the most wonderful dream about her and I making wild and passionate love together. In fact I have been having this kinda dream since I saw her. Every night she enters my mind and drives me crazy till I wake up.

Before I know it I am in the lift making my way up to the third floor and another day of hoping for a chance to speak to Jenny. We haven’t spoken yet really, but I hear her sweet soft laughter carrying through the hallway all the time and occasionally see her as she sits and gossips with one of the girls in my office.

Pulled from my daydream I notice her as she gets in the lift with me. It’s just us two. She looks wrapped up in her own world as I ask her which floor she wants.

“erm…er third please” she smiles at me distractedly and blushes.

“Third floor it is then. Popular choice. I am going there too!” I grin manically, licking at my lips with nerves groaning inwardly at how crass that sounded. . She’s staring at me so intently. She must think I am a moron.

“Sorry…What did you say?” She asked. I am such an insignificant idiot she doesn’t even listen to me! This day can’t get any worse.

Suddenly the whole lift shook and I feel Jenny’s soft body falling on top of mine as we land in a heap on the floor, the breath is taken from me but not by the fall, by the feeling of her body pressed so close against mine.

“Are you OK?” I ask, not being able to think of anything more original.

“Yes, yes I am fine.” she says as she hurriedly backs away. Oh she must hate me, she moved so quickly to be away from me. No wonder really I am tall and gangly and I have this hair that just seems to get in the way all the time. The gorgeous Jenny is not gonna want plain old me. Nope I should give it up now. She’s totally out of my league.

Suddenly I remember the fact the lift has stopped

“Mmm looks like the lift is stuck.” I say aloud more to myself than to her as I press the emergency button. I wonder how long we’ll be stuck like this. Wow if I didn’t repulse her so much this could be one of my dreams!

“Yes it would seem that way.” She replies to me her voice shaking, I look over to her, watching as she smoothes down her hair and brushes a hair from her face then rests her arms round herself, hugging like I would love to hug that sweet body of hers.

“Hey, you don’t look too good” I reach out and touch her arm as I see every trace of colour leaves her face

“Come over here and sit down” I guide her to the wall and push her gently down, She sits heavily like a woman in a trance. It must be shock. Poor thing. In so much distress and stuck with me. Which can’t help the situation.

I crouch down to look into her eyes, telling her to breath and relax, not wanting to have to deal with a fainted Jenny. She looks back at me and stammers a thank you.

“This is kinda like a nightmare come true and I am a tad nervous” she says to me when she recovers a little colour in her cheeks. Oh great. She does hate me! A nightmare! Well that’s charming; I am only trying to help!!

Before I can get too angry though she continues what she was saying.

“Oh sorry I didn’t mean it like that..oh heck” and she bursts into tears. Sobbing her little heart out. Oh Hell what do I do now? A crying woman, oh I am not good with this kind of thing.

I put my arm awkwardly around her shoulders and reassure her that I knew she didn’t mean it like that.. “Oh Jenny, please don’t cry!” I implore her. I feel so helpless.

“How do you know my name?” She asks as the tears slow to a stop.

“Well,” I blush so pink at this. Damn I shouldn’t have let on I knew her name. “I asked your friend Adele, she told me.”

Great. She probably thinks I am some kind of psychopath stalker now.

“Well you seem to have on up on me.” Jenny’s Green eyes look up at smiling and me she asks “What’s your name?”

“Paul..Paul Hannigan.” I stutter my response and blush some more. Dam it man its not an interview. She didn’t need your last name!

” Nice to meet you Paul Hannigan. I am Jenny Short.”

I wonder if she’s taking the piss but offer my hand for a handshake anyway, she grasps my hand firmly and smiles at me as we shake our acquaintance. I feel a jolt of pure arousal at her touch. We’re only shaking hands but oh God this woman turns me on. As I tell her what a pleasure it is to meet her we both laugh and I see the smile reflected in her eyes, those eyes are so like my own. I wonder if she’s noticed that too.

She relates her bad start to the day, she overslept too and like me today did not start well! I reply with what happened to begin my day and we laugh and joke about it.

She’s having a conversation with ME. And the most peculiar thing is she seems to enjoy it. OK well not be totally repulsed by it then. I know its only conversation but its a start. I could listen to her sexy lilt all day, and then some!

“I’m glad the lift got stuck.”

Did I say that out loud? Oh no. Now I’ve asked or it. Now she thinks I am that psychopathic stalker guy again.

She obviously didn’t hear me the first time or really wants to embarrass the hell out of me, as she wants me to repeat myself. Oh well, in for a penny in for a pound say I!

I am so glad the lift got stuck. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for ages.” My cheeks are so red. I think they’re going to burn my face away. Way to be cool and sophisticate Paul!

” Really?” I hear the total surprise in her voice. Wait for it hear it comes the “that’s so sweet but your an idiot” response.

“I’ve been admiring you from afar myself”

I look up. Did I hear that right? She’s blushing as red as I am and looks so attractive like that. I stutter the beginnings of a response then give up, move my head towards hers and place my lips over those sweet full juicy lips. Hoping to the gods that she isn’t totally repulsed, heave a sigh of relief as I feel her relax into this kiss, wrap my arms around her wanting to hold her make sure she’s real, then I feel her fingers in my hair as my tongue darts out and parts her lips finding her tongue. We kiss so deeply that I think I am going to drown in the feelings of sheer bliss encompassing my whole body.

I break away from that kiss. Gasping for my breath and absent-mindedly tracing my fingers through my hair like she was just doing.

“Oh boy!” I say as my body shudders and shakes. I look up to her and she seems upset,

“I’m sorry, so sorry I didn’t mean to kiss you.” Oh God I was that bad. If she wasn’t totally repulsed before she is now. “No, I did MEAN to kiss you but thought you were kissing me too.”

I let out a peal of relieved laughter; she thinks I am the one repulsed.

“What are you laughing at? Is there something funny?” she snaps.

“Oh shut up and let me kiss you again.” I say still smiling from relief “A man has to breathe you know!”

I close the space between us and press my body against those sweet curves and resume that kiss with every fibre of my body I fling myself into that kiss all my arousal and wanting and need racing through my lips and I can feel her response equaling my own as my hands roam over her back holding her close not wanting to let go incase she disappears and this turn out to be a dream just kissing her I am totally turned on my cock straining in its confines wanting her, needing her.

I feel her hands running up under my jacket and I break away from her kiss whilst I shrug it off. Its getting way to hot for a jacket in here now anyway. As I throw mine across the confines of the lift she removes hers, letting me see the shape of her beautiful breasts through that blouse.

I press myself against her again needing to feel her pushed up so close against me as I kiss her along her sweet seductive neck, licking and sucking at on spot nestled in the curve there, so intensely losing myself in this raw passion my hands grabbing and pulling at the material between me and her skin, I reach under her top as soon as its released from her skirt moaning as I touch the sweet silky softness of her skin at her waist then Quickly move to undo the buttons.

All sane thoughts leap from my head as I let myself be controlled by my lust being heated further by her fingers over my chest. Each time I pop a button I am rewarded with a pinch of a nipple, that feels so good and when finally I release the last button I realise she’s undoing mine now and I help her and shrug out of its confines;loving the feeling of her pressed against me as I reach round to unhook her bra. Her flesh pressed against mine her soft sweet breasts rubbing over my chest; I can feel her nipples so hard and aroused against me as I break away from her neck and just run my eyes appreciatively over her curves. She’s more beautiful than I even dreamt.

My eyes meet hers and I see how turned on she is, all these racing raging emotions running through me are reflected in her eyes and like a man possessed I have to have her naked before me. I reach for her skirt and undo it letting it fall to the floor.

I get down on my knees and roll down her poor laddered tights pulling down her panties at the same time being driven wild by the sweet heady woman scent of her as I totally remove her last vestige of clothing I kiss her legs, along the outside of her thigh then inside working my way up to her pussy, she parts her legs inviting me in giving me a wonderful view of her wet silken red puffy pussy the ultimate proof of her arousal.

I lick out and tease her lips hearing her moan and gasp and widen my access to her sweetness I let my tongue slip inside her tasting the sweet honey of her, the smell and taste surrounding and encompassing me as I reach up and touch my tongue to the little round clit I hear her groan loudly and feel the shiver run through her body.

I need her. I want her. I have to make love to this vision of beauty and I have to do it now, now before I wake up and it all disappears like a mirage.

I move away and stand up watching her pout but as her eyes flick open she sees I am ridding myself of my last clothing and seeing her eyes widen with delight as I reveal my naked form so ready and aching for her I let out a gasp as I realise she wants me as much as I want her …watching entranced as she kneels In front of me…

“wha…what are you doing..” I stammer then I am cut off as I feel her mouth surrounding my hardness. Oh Shit that feels good her hot wet mouth and tongue driving me wild with their movements…

“Jenny!” I cry out and tell her how much I need to feel myself inside her, how I dream of her over and over and I want her so much. Somehow the words flood out of my mouth and cascade over her as she stops her ministrations and I shakily reach for my jacket. I always carry a condom. Not that I ever have use for it but I was a boy scout and I believe in being prepared. I see her eyes devouring me as she arranges herself on the floor for me, using my jacket to prop up her head and spreading those long luscious legs wide for me.Oh fuck! I can’t believe this is happening….

“You’ve dreamt about me huh? I’ve dreamt about you too. In my mind we’ve made love everywhere possible, the office, the beach, in a beautiful four poster and in a cornfield but oh those dreams have nothing on the real thing” she whispers seductively making me groan and whine with arousal.

I move between her legs resting on my knees as a pang of conscience hits me I can’t just do this…she could be in shock, she might not want me like I want her…

.”Jenny?” I say in barely a whisper my voice wrought with conflicting emotions.

“I want you so much but if you’re not ready I can wait. I would wait a lifetime for you if I needed too.”

I feel Jenny’s answer as her fingers grasp gently at my hard cock and guide it to the opening of her sweet, so wet pussy.

“I want you too Paul, I could wait but I don’t want to wait I want to experience what I’ve only dreamed of so far and I want to feel it now!”

I could here the gruffness of her voice knowing she wants me as badly as I want her pushes me into her. I slip in so easily, being enveloped inside her so warm so tight so wet, I start moving in and out of her building up an unstoppable rhythm. Just being inside her is enough to make me cum and I fight hard to resist that, I tell her I know its not perfect and promise to make love to her like we’ve dreamt everywhere we’ve imagined time and time again. I could make love to this woman forever and not grow tired.

I feel her body tighten as I pump harder and faster hearing her moans turning to a guttural scream as her legs pull me harder inside of her and her fingers dig into the flesh of my back as she cum’s over me pushing me over the edge with her. I scream out my pleasure aloud so that the world can hear and I don’t care if they do. I am cumming with the most gorgeous girl I have ever laid eyes on I am thrusting into her naked form and cumming so hard, I want the world to know!

As my orgasm eventually subsides I lay gently over her and rest my head on her shoulder as she hugs me tight.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!

We are interrupted by the real world and smiling we scramble to get dressed As I tell our rescuers we’re OK just shaken a little.

As the doors fling open and we are greeted by a group of concerned faces all I can do is smile and assure them of our safety. I am in heaven. I just made love to Jenny. Oh and I am gonna do it again soon, now she’s in my blood I am gonna have to fuck her over and over and over. I am addicted to her.

As we walk our separate ways I whisper in her ear

“I’ll meet you at the lift tonight when we finish and I’ll finish off making your dreams come true.”

As I see her grin from ear to ear and blush slightly at the thought, I walk away contented yet frustrated. Now I’ve had a taste of her sweetness I want more Lots more. I sleep walk back to my office day dreaming of Jenny and what I am going to do with her later.

Roll on 6 o’clock say I!

“Right, I’ve finished those sandwiches.” He smiles, reaching out a hand and fondling my naked bottom under the edge of my long, white T-shirt.

“Excellent, I do believe that’s everything then;” I look up at the clock. “time I was getting dressed.”

Mike pulls an overly sad face, “Aww, do you gotta?” He whines, his American drawl pronounced.

“Yes, I gotta.” I mimic his intonation and pinch his cheek in jest. He reaches round me, and grabs a buttock in each hand, he presses his lips down on mine with so much passionate pressure it makes me gasp for air when our lips finally part.

“I still gotta.” I smile, “But now I wish I could stay here all night with you.”

“We can have some fun at the party still.” he says, hands casually resting on my waist as he leans in close to my ear. “Just make sure you wear a skirt and no panties and we’ll have lots of fun.”

“Promise?” I ask, my heart thudding, my cheeks flushed.

“Promise.” he smiles down at me, his light eyes shining with sexy secrets.

“Good.” I kiss his cheek and run off up the stairs. Does he know how much he’s just turned me on? The idea of possibly, maybe having sex at a party, amongst virtual friends (they’re not strangers, I’ve been speaking to them online for what seems like forever) excites me immensely.

Getting dressed is not a long drawn out process, I had chosen my dress days before as I planned for this UK meet of erotically minded people. It’s simple red cotton, buttons up the front, the bottom two left loose so that as I walk and when I sit you can glimpse my long lithe legs through the slit. The top is v-necked and sinks low enough to reveal ample amounts of my creamy cleavage. It is beautifully shaped to make the most of my curves, pulled in at the waist to show off my hips and my breasts. Simply sexy.

“Just like me.” I chuckle out loud as I slip my feet into matching red low-heeled shoes.

“What did you say?” Mike pops his head round my open door, and I jump a little.

“Oh I was talking to myself. Are you ready then?” He walks over towards me.

“I am.” he replies, “I challenge any man alive to see you in that dress and to not be ready.”

His eyes roam my body, and I twirl for him, giggling.

“Charmer.” I smile as I end up in his arms.

“Charming.” he retaliates and slips his hands up under my skirt, where they stroke over my naked flesh “Very charming!”

I grin up at him, a blush flushing my face.

“And you can add cute to that list too.” he adds, his eyes gazing into mine as his hand trails over my hip and his fingers then slip down through my springy pubic hair and between my damp folds. “And hot, very hot.”

I bury my head in his shoulder, coyly appreciating the comments of such a sexy guy. I let his fingers explore my folds as I breath in his citrus spiced aftershave and enjoy the feel of his cotton blue shirt under my cheek as his finger coaxes and strokes my clit to arousal. He steps away from my body but instead of walking away as I expect he plucks at my dress, pulling open the buttons and sinks to his knees, peeling open the dress sides and looking me straight in the pussy.

“No knickers, good.”

His fingers prise me open and the tip of his tongue flicks maddeningly slowly over my clit.

“Oh fuck, We’ve not got time for this… ” I groan.

“There is always time for this.” he smiles up at me as his tongue laps over my clit. I close my eyes and stop worrying, letting my body wallow in the ecstasy coursing through it’s veins. His hands slip down my thighs and then, with just a gentle push, I topple backwards and thud down onto the bed. I giggle and then gasp as Mikes hands run up my thighs. His face is there, between my thighs and his tongue is probing between my lips, seeking out my clit. He drives me to scream his name as he artfully flicks it over and over sending bolts of joy through me, my whole body vibrating with sexual tension.

His tongue slips between my lips and sinks into my tight, juicy hole, flicking back and forward. I squirm as I moan and pant, I feel as if I’m spinning out of control and when his strong tongue once again sets to flicking across my clit with a hard rhythm I totally loose it. Thrashing and grasping the duvet in my hands I cum, long and hard with a yell that surprises me with its loud intensity. Just as I lie panting, my mobile rings.

“That was Paul, they’re all over at the pub, they’ll be at the club in an hour. Fuck, we better get going.”

I fasten up my dress and we rush out, my pussy still throbbing.

“They’ll be here soon!” I flap the teat towel in my hand as I panic.

“Calm down.” Mike grabs the tray and places it neatly in the only gap left on the packed table. “DJ is set up, food is out, bar is open. Everything is fine. Breathe Jane, Breathe.”

I let out a shuddering breath.

“Sorry, I get a bit erm, yeah. Sorry.” I snuggle into his chest, being there makes everything seem right, his protective arms around me shielding me from the stresses and strains of playing hostess. Of course there is a deeper worry in my mind, but Andy wouldn’t dare turn up now would he? Not after nigh on raping me in the club last night. Last night, I feel like it was so much further back in time than that, the ecstasy of being (in every sense of the word,) with Mike has left the horror of Andy’s forced kisses and caresses in the back of my mind, just a distant, unpleasant memory.

“I’ll look after you.” He whispers into my hair, his cheek resting on top of my head. “Don’t worry.” he must have sensed the unease in the tightness of my hug, and I squeeze momentarily harder.

“Thanks.” I reply. “I know you will.”

“So this is what she’s been up to all day,” the booming voice of Rose, echoes across the musty smelling hall, “snuggling with the sexy American.”

I turn towards her voice, Mike’s arms still lightly holding me.

“Can you blame me?” I ask, watching her deep brown eyes looking up and down my man in appraisal.

“Not at all” she replies, a seductive pout turning into a broad grin and an echo of laughter leads into greetings and hugs and the start of a party.

It’s going well, people are mingling, dancing and eating my lovingly prepared food. I haven’t been able to spend as much time with Mike as I’d like. I’ve been mingling, letting people know I’m ok and generally fielding questions about what Mike and I have been up to all day. My pussy throbs distractingly every time someone asks and I can feel my juices coating my thighs, ready for Mike, whenever we next get to fuck.

A camera flash goes off somewhere in the corner and suddenly I remember that I left my camera in the car. I really want to take some photo’s of the proceedings so I excuse myself from the dancing bevy of sexy ladies and head outside, across the road and to my battered but cute automobile. The American word jumps to mind unbidden and makes me smile, Mike must be rubbing off on me, mmmm what a delightful mental image.

I click open the door and lean in, open the glove box and fish around from my camera. Damning the trend for smaller and smaller technology I stretch further in, scrabbling round for the palm sized square. It finally falls under my fingers and I leap in surprise as fingers pinch into my stretched buttocks. I stumble off the pavement and bang my knees on the edge of the passenger seat as I land.

“You do look delicious on your knees.”

I stiffen as the familiar voice oozes through the air to my ears, it isn’t the tempting, teasing voice of my American lover but the harsh, spittle filled notes of Andy’s repugnant voice.

“I’d ask if you’re pleased to see me,” he laughs harshly “but I doubt you can see me from there. Can you feel me though?” his hand runs over my buttock and I edge forward on my knees, shuddering in fear and anger. “Don’t move, don’t scream or I will do more than scratch you with my nails.”

I feel a tear drip down my cheek. Why the fuck did I come out here alone? Mike doesn’t even know I’m not in the building. I feel my skirt being inched up my legs and I shudder, my skin aching to be away from his fingers, my flesh sparking painfully as the skirt edge tickles past the bottom edge of my buttocks.

“Get the fuck away from my woman.” Mike’s voice carries over the narrow back street, his shoes clicking and echoing on the tarmac as he strides towards the car. “Fuck off you pervert and leave her alone.”

“Why? What are you going to do about it?” Andy sneers,

Mike doesn’t utter a word but I hear scuffling behind me and my skirt is dropped. I hear the dull thud of a fist hitting flesh and the low “oomph” off air escaping from a mans lungs. I back out of the car, stand up and push the door shut. Turning round I bump into a familiar strong chest.

Mikes arms wrap around me and claim my lips for a soft, loving kiss. “Are you ok?”

“Yes, thanks. Again!” I smile sheepishly.

“You’re welcome, but what were you doing out here all on your own?” He crinkles his brows sternly, but his eyes are still smiling,

“I just didn’t think. I was only coming to get my camera. How did you find me?”

“I wondered where you were. I happened to ask Rose and she said you were just going out to the car, so I ran down to check you were ok.”

“Thank God.” I kiss him again, my lips press hard against his and I hold him close, grasping him to me as I pour out my gratitude in a long, lingering kiss.

Mike’s hands run down over my back, comforting and at the same time arousing me. His kiss is fiercely passionate, I can feel his heart thudding hard against my chest, the adrenalin still flowing through him. I want him. My mind is completely consumed by his body, his heat and the hesitant bump pressing into my pelvis. I run a hand over his chest, plucking at his sensitive nipples through his cotton shirt. He growls into my mouth and breaks away, kissing down my neck, biting and nipping as he goes.

“Oh God, Mike.” I groan as he nibbles and sucks on my neck, I feel as if my body melts and I lean harder against him, my legs only just holding me up. One hand cups my breast then slips between us and pops open a couple of the buttons on my dress. His fingers grip the weight of my breast through the lacy material of my bra, roughly he pulls the cup down and grasps and squeezes my breast, rubbing his thumb over my taut nipple.

“Mike, someone might see us. He might see us.”

“Let the sad pervert watch. Let him see that you’re mine. Don’t deny it Jane, this is turning you on and baby, I don’t think I can stop.”

He pulls back from me, grasping both sides of my dress in his hands. Tugging sharply the buttons fall from their fastened positions and expose my naked pussy to the cool late evening air.

His body is pushed against me again, his lips claim mine and his fingers slip down into my hot wet slit.

“Fuck, you are turned on.” he hisses as he kisses over my cheeks, my chin, my neck, any area of flesh his lips fall on. “Good God you’re a hot piece of ass.” he croons, his hands going round to cup my buttocks. I lock one leg around him and he slips a hand under my thigh to hold me up. I feel my wet exposed cunt rub up and down the heavy cotton of his trousers, feeling his cock trying to break through and fuck me.

“Mike…”

The words won’t drop from my mouth, but I want to feel him inside of me now. He’s right, being out here, being so exposed is arousing me.

His body is pushed against me again, his lips claim mine and his fingers slip down into my hot wet slit. I groan and grind my hips against him, forcing his fingers deep inside of me. The hint of danger, the possibility of someone watching, even of my attacker watching drives me to dizzying heights of arousal.

I hear Mike fumbling with the zip of his trousers, his fingers slipping from my hungering pussy. I reach a hand down and help him snap open the button and free himself from the confines of his black trousers and boxers. I look down between our bodies and groan as his hard cock springs into sight.

I watch him as he runs it up and down my wet slit, then I cannot take the pleasure anymore and have to close my eyes, throwing my head back as he forces his cock into my willing, waiting pussy. We both moan as he slips in till our stomachs touch and he is fully embedded inside me.

Gripping my thigh he begins to push and pull himself in and out of me. I feel so slutty being fucked like this, my naked breast poking out from my bra, my dress hanging off my shoulders and exposing my flesh to the air and to the view of anyone looking. Being fucked by a virtually fully dressed guy makes me feel even more deliciously dirty.

“Jane, you’re so hot.” his teeth nibble on my neck, he bites down as he fucks me and I cry out, angling my pelvis so he can get more of him inside of me. My hands run down through his hair and scratch at his shoulders. I feel him building and I slip a hand between us. I feel my clit, hot hard and wet with my juices and I rub it up and down frantically as the passion builds.

“Yes, cum for me.” he growls as his hips buck with greater passion, as he pulls my leg closer around his waist the extra bump sets off the alarm in my clit, it rings and vibrates like an old fashioned alarm clock as I scream out and dig my nails deeper into his shoulders and back. He slams inside of me and bites down on my shoulder, the harsh pain making me grind against him once more, hitting my sensitised clit and sending a rush of hot pleasure through my whole body.

He pulls away from me after kissing my cheek and fastens his pants. I hurriedly paw my breast back inside my bra and attempt to fasten up my dress buttons with shaking fingers. Mike comes close to help me and I smile at him, kissing his lips.

“Lets get back to the party, they’ll wonder where we’ve been.”

Walking into the room a catcall goes up and hands clap loudly, we wonder what the excitement is about but the shouts of “bravo!” “good show!” and “encore!” Make us wonder. Rose comes over to us and pulls us over to a large window at the side of the dance floor. Looking out of it you can see my car and the wall behind it.

They had seen us fucking.

I flush bright red but the embarrassment is tinged with excitement and pride. Mike speaks up,

“We’re glad you enjoyed the show, you perverts!”

And the room echoes with laughter.

WATERSPORTS

HORSE RIDING

FOOD

They all seemed quite innocent at first, then the signs started to become more blatant

BONDAGE

ANAL

RAPE

I watched people as they marched confidently into these rooms until I came upon one that made me look twice.

SPANKING

I felt undeniably drawn to this room, as if there was a force pulling me on. I walked forward and opened the door quietly and slowly, my heart thumping and my nipples hard with excitement and curiosity. As I walked in I could see nothing ahead of me, the room was quite dark and I couldn’t hear anything, my heart started to beat harder as I felt more scared than excited. Abruptly a light was switched on and I blinked at the sudden change. When I fully opened my eyes I saw someone standing in front of me: a short plump lady in a leather halter, the leather barely covered anything, her large breasts and ass overflowed over the sides. The hint of leather seeming to make you notice her nudity more than if she wore nothing at all. She said not a word but took my hand and led me to a low sofa, sitting down she left me standing in front of her, feeling self conscious as I towered above this lady. I nervously ran a hand through my brunette curls.

“STRIP.”

The abruptness and loudness of this command took me by surprise, I jumped slightly startled by this order.

“STRIP NOW” she reiterated, and as a woman in a trance I begin to unbuttoned my blue cotton blouse, dropped it to the floor, followed by my lacy bra. Letting my large breasts free, showing to all how hard and aroused my nipples were. Next I slipped out of my long black skirt, kicking off my shoes as I did so, till I was stood in only my panties, the tell tale damp spot showing to anyone who cared to look. After only a second of hesitation I began to ease the white material off my hips, slipping them over my thighs then kicking them away. Fully exposed I stood holding my head high and noticing my breath coming fast and erratically as the leather lady eyes me up and down her hand between her legs.

The other hand snaked out and pulled on my nipple.

“OUCH”

I screamed as she pulled me towards her, angled me over her lap, pulling me down until I was resting over her legs. I struggled slightly, I am not a woman’s woman if you know what I mean, but she held me fast as her hand slapped down with a resounding “CRACK” on my bottom.

I gasped at the sudden impact, I barely had time to recover before “CRACK” that firm hand slapped at me again “CRACK” and again “CRACK” and again.

My ass was starting to sting and my cheeks are flushed from the compromising position I am in, Somehow though I am getting a perverse thrill from this situation, It was a dream afterall So I decided I might as well go with it.

After what seemed like an age the leather lady stopped hitting me and pushed me off her lap and I sprawled on the floor at her feet. I felt a pair of hands grab my waist and pull me up into a kneeling position. I looked up, twisting my head, but I couldn’t see my assailant, though from the strong hairy arms I could glimpse and feel I took an educated guess that it was a man.

“Cute Ass.” My assailant finally spoke, a low sonorous sound confirming his man hood. “It looks good in red, though I think a deeper shade would suit you better.”

I gasped as I heard something whistle through the air then land across my buttocks.

“Owch!” I exclaimed ,my bottom burning from the slap, It felt like a belt or something similar, over and over my bottom it slashed and slapped and I scream and groan with each swat of this unknown torture implement. Amazingly through the pain I felt myself getting wetter and hotter the heat from this punishment turning me on.

Hearing a low guttural moan, I looked up and saw the leather lady with her fingers buried inside her sloppy pussy, the leather outfit pulled to the side as she finger- fucked herself watching my poor ass being mutilated. My eyes became glued to her crotch, those fingers plunged in and out of her wet hole, her legs spasmed as she came close to exploding. I was so engrossed in this shameless show that it took me a while to latch on to the fact that my ass was no longer being whipped.

Just as I began to move, I felt those strong hands encapsulate my hips, gripping tight so I couldn’t move. I felt something rubbing up my bum, across my red sore abused skin and concentrating between my buttocks. I moaned loudly as I realised this big, faceless stranger was going to fuck me, his hard cock pressed against me and I pushed back. I was so hot and horny by that point I wasn’t thinking.

Suddenly that hard thick cock speared my cunt. I screamed as I felt myself filled from behind, hard hands gripped my hips and my cunt flexed around this intrusion. My eyes stayed glued on the lady in leather who was moaning loudly and stroking her clit. I could feel my orgasm building from the combination of this stranger fucking me and the sight and smell of the masturbating woman just a few inches from my face. He sensed I was close to cumming and I felt him up the pace, drilling into me even further with each stroke.

I screamed as I erupted, my whole body shook with the impact of it, I felt strong hands pinching at my hips and heard a low guttural sound merging with the high pitched yelp spewing from my mouth. I felt him pumping his hot cum inside me, and opened my eyes just in time to see leather lady creaming all over her fingers.

And then I woke up, Bugger.

I stumble into my boxers and walk downstairs and into the kitchen, I start to brew a pot of tea and put some bread under the grill, if I act and behave like its just another day maybe little Ted will go back to sleep. As I sit awkwardly eating my toast I realise he’s not going to going to, no, not for love nor money. He is here to stay today!

He needs taking care of, then I can get on with my day. I walk into the study and switch on the computer, I give in. I connect to the Internet and open my favourites, directing my cursor to one of my favourite erotic literature sites. If that doesn’t satisfy Little Ted nothing will.

Perusing the list of titles I see one that takes my fancy, Little Ted perks up at the idea too and then:

“beedly-boop”

“Oh crap!” I exclaim, “I forgot to switch off my messenger, bugger, bugger, bugger!”

In my frustration I don’t even look to see who is messaging me.

“beedly-boop” there’s another.

What’s up this morning? Cat gotcha tongue?

Its Louise, I met her at a chat site a few months back and we’ve been chatting on and off ever since. Grudgingly I reply, I am too polite to just turn off Messenger and disappear.

I’m here sorry. Bit slow this morning.

What’s new? She replies

We joke about like this all the time but this morning, I am not in the mood. I say nothing and get back to my tale.

My messenger makes that annoying noise again and flashes at me.

oooh someone’s sense of humour hasn’t woken up yet I see…….hmmm well there are only two reasons that I know that make men grumpy. Number one is they’re hungry.

No I’m not hungry. I just had toast. I reply hastily.

Then its reason number two then, I can help you with that. Sit back and enjoy, don’t look at your other windows, just read. Don’t try to reply, just read and I’ll have you in a better mood in no time

I sit up and pay full attention, what on earth does she mean? So I sit and read:

You are engrossed in whatever is on your screen so you don’t notice the door swinging open, not until you feel my breath on your neck do you look up, I swing you round so you are facing me, your eyes stare straight at my chest. My naked breasts stare back at you. Your eye track up to my face, you look into my deep green eyes and read the lust there. Your eyes track back down my body over my breasts to my stomach down to the juncture of my thighs and down my legs. I let you take in my body before I gently lift your face in my hands till you are looking up into my eyes, never loosing eye contact I kiss your cheek, left then right. I then fit my lips over yours. Barely touching, caressing gently I lick out and part your lips with my tongue, exploring your mouth, my lips come into contact with yours, searching every contour thoroughly.

I break from the kiss, watch your eyes, the desperation in their depths my lips trace down you neck and I hear you sigh, a throaty sound that comes from your very soul as my lips trace the muscles in your neck, butterfly kisses intensify till you can feel my teeth lightly grazing your skin as I follow the contours of your shoulder blades down to your chest. I can feel your heart beating resounding thru my lips, the vibrations running through my body as I continue to lick and suck at your body flicking at your nipples teasing them till they stand taut and erect.

I can feel it. The tension, the frustration, the electric need in you.

TENSION! I feel like shouting, you don’t know the half of it woman! By now Little Ted is enthralled, drooling at this ultra sexy image in his little mind, never mind him, I’m drooling. Drooling and anticipating the next message

Tracing my lips over your stomach, gently darting my tongue around and in your belly button. I place my hands on the arms of your chair, My mouth moving lower and lower, I can feel the top of your boxers now, I can feel the contents of your boxers eagerly pressing against my breasts. I move my hands to your hips and begin to roll down your pants. You lift your hips in eagerness as I slip them completely off.

I can hear your breathing, shallow and expectant as my hands cling tight to your hips my mouth tantalisingly close to the centre of your desire. I look straight into your eyes and see the wild look of sheer wanton lust held within them. I smile, lick my lips then unlock from your gaze directing my eyes to your awesome cock. Every contour, every vein, I inspect minutely looking at you for ages, my lips running over my lips. You moan and groan thrusting your hips up to me. I giggle a little and still I do not touch you

You might not be touching me but I am furiously touching myself. The tension and sheer sexiness of this erotic tale is too much for me, I am stroking my cock, my eyes glued to the computer screen. My heart pounds when I see another message from Louise flash up.

Although watching you writhe and wriggle is such a turn on for me, I take pity on your poor straining cock and lightly I touch the tip of you with the tip of my tongue, licking up that yummy pre cum that is there. mmmmmmmmmm.

My tongue flicks and licks out over and over, covering the head of your cock

OH HELL YEAH! My imagination roams free, the image of a gorgeous woman licking my cock making me moan out loud for real, my hand working overtime stroking hard and fast, then slower. I don’t want to cum yet. Let her finish her tale. I sit waiting. Another message! My fingers tremble as I click to see what she’s written.

Mmmmmm I can’t bare it anymore, I trail my tongue up to the tip of you, then slowly I engulf you in my mouth, taking you deeper and deeper, stretching my lips around you. Moaning as I take more and more of you in my mouth my tongue licking down your shaft, when I get as far as I can go I move up and then down, slowly at first then getting faster and faster and faster…. Until your sighs become moans and your moans become screams.

I keep plunging my mouth up and down your hard luscious cock moaning in pleasure, tasting you, feeling you throb in my mouth. I can hear you screaming as I feel your cock begin to twitch and writhe under my ministrations.

YES! YES! OH HELL YES I’M CUMMING!

I taste your tangy salty cum as it fills my mouth and slowly dribbles down my throat. Greedily I drink it down licking off every last drop. Savouring the taste I moan my appreciation. I smile at you over my shoulder as I walk out of the room.

With that she’s gone. Wow. What a woman. Hmm I better go clean up and get on with my day whilst Ted is sleeping. Wow oh wow. I could do with starting my day like this every morning.