Oral Dilemma Pt 2

Did you enjoy the first part of the new story?  If you missed it you can go read it HERE.  

Well, it seems Roxy has found someone that loves her for herself that doesn't care about the extra pounds. Isn't it great when you find that special person that values you for who you are?  Ready to see how things progress?  

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 Oral Dilemma Pt. 2 

Summer Blues 

by 

Ellie Mack

Chad and I were crazy about each other. He absolutely adored me, and like I said he worshiped my body. If at any point I felt bad about myself or self-conscious of my appearance he was there to boost my ego and remind me just how much he loved my body. That’s the thing though. He loved my body, not me.

We dated throughout my junior year. Over the summer my dad got me a job at his company and I didn’t see Chad for three and a half months. My job was grueling, physical labor. From the middle of May to August I had dropped nearly 50 pounds and was fitting into a size 6. I was so proud of myself. In the evenings I ran two miles nearly every day to help tone things up. I was really feeling good about myself, and feeling confident. I couldn’t wait to see Chad. I couldn’t wait for him to catch me, twirl me around and say “Look at you. Wow” then kiss me deeply.

It wasn’t to be. Devon actually picked my sister and me up from the airport as mom was working. Devon was watching for us. He stood when he saw my sister approach looking around, he looked right through me. It figures right?  I knew I was invisible to him but ouch. 

It wasn’t until I was standing there beside them as they embraced that he looked up realizing it was me.  The shocked expression on his face was priceless. His jaw literally dropped as he gasped, his eyes growing large. He nearly shoved Tara aside to get to me. “Oh my God. Roxy. Look at you! “ He lifted me off the ground, embracing me,twirling me around. Right image, wrong guy. Then he added as he set me slowly down, looking at me like he thought about kissing me for a second. “Wow. Roxy I didn’t recognize you. Wow.” He hugged me again. But I knew he didn’t really want to kiss me. It did make me feel good that he at least noticed. We talked a bit like we did in the old times.

On the drive back to our house, he bought Tara and me a large ice tea. We talked casually  in an easy friendly manner. It was amazing how fast it was just like when we were kids playing in a fort. There was a comfortable ease with Devon. When we arrived at home he helped carry in our bags. Tara immediately called her friends to go out. Devon sat on the stool in the kitchen and talked with me, sharing ice tea.

It was really great, we talked like we used to before I got fat. Before I became the chubby girl at school that he didn't want to be seen with. It was casual, comfortable, without any awkward moments - an unforced natural rhythm.  I was about to ask how many hours he had logged in the gym when Devon started telling me about his job working for his dad’s contracting firm. He was noticeably bulked from what he had been before. Not that Devon was a skinny guy, but the added muscle looked really good on him. He could have easily been a model. 

I texted Chad to let him know I was home when I went to the bathroom, but he said he was at work and would come by in the morning. That was a disappointment. Sitting in the kitchen with Devon looking so hot kind of got me worked up, and well  I was hoping that Chad would at least want to come by after he got off work to get reacquainted. I washed my face trying to hide the flush of heat I felt. 

when I returned to the kitchen Devon asked if we could order a pizza, said he enjoyed talking with me. Who was I to argue?

We shared a pizza, ice tea, and funny stories about our summers. We sat out on the deck in the summer evening watching lightning bugs, reminiscing about when we were kids.At one point he reached for my hand, holding it like it was the most natural thing in the world.  A few minutes later he let go and took the empty pizza box inside to the trash bin.

“So Roxy, what do you see in that dork Chad anyways? You deserve better than him. “ He leaned in towards me as he sat on the edge of his chair.  He took my hand again, his thumb caressing over the small triangle of skin between my thumb and fore finger. 

I blushed. “He gets me Devon. He appreciates me for who I am.”  I could barely think with him caressing that little bit of my hand.

He stared into his glass swirling his ice tea. “ You know he talks.”

“Oh?” I’d talked about our relationship to Angie, the girl I worked with over the summer. “What about?”

Devon looked out over the lawn,  staring off into the distance.  A few seconds later he sighed and turned towards me, his eyes locked on mine. “He tells everyone you’re his slut. That you’ll do anything he asks. He doesn’t respect you, he's  using you Roxy.”

I couldn’t help but blush. Of all the people to hear this from I got to hear it from Devon. I suppose it was true in a sense. I was rather slutty with Chad, and had done everything he asked. I enjoyed all aspects of sex with Chad, but sitting there at that moment with Devon I felt dirty and cheap.  I wanted to crawl under a rock and hide.

“ He likes my curves.”

“You know Roxy, there are people that like you for you not for what you will do for them. “ He slugged down the last of his tea. He leaned over,  my hand in his and pulled me to my feet. “Don’t let him treat you like this. You’re better than that.”

He hugged me tight. Oh it felt so nice to be in his arms. We just seemed to fit. Of course if I hadn’t lost all that weight he’d probably never have even hugged me, certainly wouldn't have been able to wrap his arms around me like he did.  I felt safe, secure, and loved for that brief few seconds in his arms. For a minute or so it looked like he might kiss me, then he dropped his eyes down and squeezed my hand. “I, I’ve gotta go. Gotta get up early in the morning for work. “

I walked through the kitchen to the front door with him. “Thanks for picking me and Tara up from the airport. I really appreciate it.” I pulled him back for another hug."And for the company and the pizza."

He held me for just a couple seconds then sighed. “It’s great to see you again Roxy and you look amazing.” He kissed my cheek then left.

How is it that Chad kissing me, and doing everything else we did together didn’t move me like that one simple kiss on my cheek? I must have stood there for ten minutes staring after him.

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Sunday afternoon Chad finally called. Our flight arrived on a Friday afternoon. I expected a text or something, I was anxious to see him. It had been three and a half months! I was on the back deck talking with Angie on my cell watching Devon mow his parent’s backyard shirtless. Come on, you would too. I’m telling you those extra pounds of muscles were truly a work of art. It was like a marble statue come to life.  His six pack abs were visible from my deck and my fingers ached to touch them.  His skin glistened in the sun from his perspiration and I wanted so much to taste the saltiness of his skin.  I imagined him holding me like he had Friday evening only shirtless.  I was barely conscious of agreeing with Angie's monologue.  I didn't notice the sliding glass patio door open.

“Roxy?”

I dropped my phone. I ‘d been caught ogling Devon. “Oh hey Chad. I missed you.” I stood quickly and threw my arms around him waiting for the spinning turn, and ‘wow baby you look amazing’. I stood there for several seconds before realizing it wasn't going to happen.  Hmm, at least Devon had been happy to see me.

He stopped about two feet from me. “Where’s the rest of you?”

“ I told you I’d lost a little bit of weight Chad.”

He combed his fingers through his hair. “Damn. You said a little weight not half your fucking body.”

“Huh?” I stopped my movement towards him.

“You said you lost a little weight. How much fucking weight did you lose Roxy?”

“About 50 pounds total. It was a lot of hard work. The job was grueling and I worked out like crazy trying to tone up and be sexy, but I feel great.”

He stepped towards me finally, pulling me into his arms, kissing me hard. It felt awkward and forced.

His hand slid down my back to my ass. “Roxy, I can get all of your ass in one hand.”

“I know, isn’t it great?” I grinned wide. 

His expression remained staunch, his jaw clenched.  He mumbled something I couldn’t understand and hugged me tight. “I’m glad you’re home babe. Missed you.”

We stood there him hugging me. I’m not sure why I did it but I glanced over to where Devon was mowing. He’d stopped and was looking towards us. There I was standing with Chad’s hand on my ass. I felt guilty as if I were betraying Devon but that made no sense whatsoever.  Chad was my boyfriend.

“So you want to go grab a burger and shake and go over to my place?” he asked quickly, before kissing me again.  "Then maybe you'll let me get reacquainted with your new body."

“Sure, let me get my shoes.” I had to just take one last glance at Devon. He was throwing something and having a real mad fit. I couldn't quite make out what he was saying. I wondered what was going on with him. 

We grabbed burgers and shakes just as he promised then went to his lair.  It was what he called his basement room.  His parents basically let him set up his own apartment in their basement, even had a small kitchen.  Not that Chad could cook.  We were never interrupted.  

That afternoon as we were getting reacquainted, it was if he was trying to prove something.  Two seconds after he unlocked his door, he had me pinned against the wall.  He jerked my top up over my head. As he looked down he saw the tan lines from the bikini I'd worn over the summer.  "What's this? Showing off for other guys were you?  Letting them see my property?" 

"What? I wasn't showing off to anyone."

He roughly unfastened my jean shorts and jerked them down, seeing my piercing on my belly button.  "What the hell is this?" 

"I thought you'd think it was sexy.  See it's a little moon."  I tried to show him the crescent moon and dangling star that I'd gotten because he would quote that bit of Shakespeare to me about the moon. "don't you like it Chad?"

"NO!  I don't like it.  I don't like you parading your body in front of other guys either."  He shoved me down to my knees roughly and unzipped his pants.  He took his cock out.  "Suck it bitch!"

There was a moment that i felt he was using me just like Devon had said.  But we'd played at being rough before.  I'd done this for him many times. I began stroking him, caressing that velvety smooth flesh. 

"I didn't say stroke me I said suck it."  He pulled my hair, then thrust into my mouth.  I gagged a little, but went along with it.  He thrust hard into my mouth with a running dialogue of  how he was going to punish me for being away,  punishment for losing weight without permission, punishment for not taking care of his needs.   

I obeyed, wondering if this was some new fascination he had.  if perhaps he intended to take our relationship into some bdsm  thing.   I sucked greedily, loving the taste in my mouth.  It had been a long summer without Chad. 

He jerked my ponytail back as he thrust hard into my mouth, an expression of anger on his face.  I didn't' understand.  why was he so angry with me?

He pulled me to my feet by my hair. "You're such a nasty little  slut."  He slapped my ass cheek as he pulled my panties down, then attacked my clit with his mouth.  

I moaned as he sucked,  dipping his finger inside me.  He lifted me up to my knees forcefully.  He continued his assault until I came.  I grabbed the pillow, moaning into the pillow afraid his parents would hear us.  

He slapped my ass again, hitting square over my slit.  The stinging sensation on my already swollen clit was enough to send me back over that precipice.  I was already coming when he entered me.   I was on my hands and knees and he was getting really rough.  Pounding me hard, as he spanked my ass cheek.  Chad went on and on about punishing me, as he used me roughly.  

He stopped rather unexpectedly  but pushed my head down into the pillow. 

"I think I'll have to teach you by proper punishment."  He spanked my cheek again then licked me.  "Were you this wet for other guys over the summer, huh slut?"

"No, there was no one this summer."

"Are you sure?   Waving this ass around in a bikini?  There had to be someone."  He slapped my cheek hard, leaving a sting.  His tongue was on me, inside me plunging into me driving me wild, pushing me towards the precipice again.  

I moaned, reaching for him.  He slapped my hand away.  "I'm not done with you slut." 

He grabbed my hand and held it behind my back.  then he leaned over to get something from his gym bag and tied both my hands together behind my back.  I'm going to teach you just who's slut you are, Do you understand me?" 

I nodded.  I had to admit I was beyond aroused.  I was so damn horny.  I'd waited all summer,  thinking about being with him again.  if I hadn't been so out of my mind horny, but i was.  At that moment he owned me. I had lost myself to him, had given up my will to be dominated by him.  

I felt his tongue slide over my tight rosebud.  That was something new that we'd not tried before.  It was oddly exciting.  A part of me felt we shouldn't but a part of me, I guess the slut part of me wanted it.  His tongue teased the delicate skin there.  Feathering swipes of his tongue teasing then pushing into me.  

 I gasped as his tongue entered my ass.  "Oh wow, baby."

 He spanked me again. "Is there anything you don't like slut?"  

I didn't know how to answer,  because at that moment I craved his touch, craved the affection, wanted more of what he was doing.  I shook my head and weakly managed to squeak out a " no nothing. "

He reached into his bag and squirted something, rubbing it into my ass.  soon he had two fingers inside my ass working me slowly, I could see him stroking himself as he fingered me.  He  bent down licking over my nub, across my slit and plunging his tongue inside me.  I groaned into the pillow.   

He positioned his cock while he worked his fingers, scissoring inside me stretching me.  If I'd have had half a brain at that point I would have wondered how he knew what to do as we'd never done that before.  but I didn't even have half of a brain cell working much less half my brain.  I just knew it felt amazing and I wanted more.  He eased in slowly,  being amazingly gentle considering how rough he'd been only a few minutes earlier.  "How do you like that Roxanne?"

"Wow.  Feels so good baby." I didn't lie.  I never imagined it would feel like it did.  I had imagined something painful and unpleasant, but it was really hot.  Especially since he was being so gentle.  Well, at first anyway.  After just a minute or two he sped up, and started getting rather rough with me. 

"Who's slut are you Roxanne?"  He thrust in deep and hard.  

"Yours Chad.  Only yours."  I could barely get the words out as he fingered my slit while he pounded into me.  

A rough slap to my ass cheek as he yelled.  "NO!  I want to hear you say it.  Who's slut are you Roxanne?"

"Yours Chad."  I said a little louder as he pounded into me, his fingers working faster. 

"NO!  Damn it Roxanne.  I w ant to hear you say it.  Want you to say, I'm Chad's slut."  He slapped my cheek again.  I imagined that my behind was pretty red at that point.  He flipped the lamp on, and pounded harder, deeper, rougher.  "Now say it!"   He grabbed my ponytail as he thrust into me.  

"I'm Chad's slut!"  He had me repeat it three times before he came inside my ass.  Then he pulled out this rubber plug and shoved it up my ass.  

"Now, I want you to keep that in for the rest of the evening with my come inside you to remind you you're mine."  He kissed me hard before he strode to the shower.  

I was so in shock, I obeyed.  I did as he asked.  I found myself in a state of bewildered 'doing what he said' over the next few weeks.

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For the two weeks Chad and I were together once school started his friends began hitting on me. It was flattering of course as they’d never given me the time of day before. But the strange thing is that Chad almost encouraged it. Then Joey Maldonick took me aside and told me Chad was nailing his sister and was trying to pass me off on his friends.

I never cared for Joey, and his sister was fatter than I ever was. I didn’t believe it for a second. Not until three days later when I walked behind the weight training building at school, where Chad usually parked. I was going to surprise him but it was me that got the surprise. Christy Maldonick was straddling him in the driver’s seat bouncing for all she was worth. They weren’t exactly quiet about it either.

“Oh fuck Christy. Yeah like that. Oh baaaaaby ride my cock.” There was no mistaking Chad’s voice. 

"Yeah Chad. Oh fuck you're good.  Make me come then fuck my ass. "

I stood there like an idiot with my mouth open gawking. So that was where he learned it.  Finally, I came to my senses and turned around. I ran back around the building. If I hurried, I could still make the bus. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I ran past.

“Roxy, wait.” It wasn’t Chad’s voice. I turned gasping for air, tears flowing, my nose turning red.

“What’s the matter sweetheart?” It was Devon. He ran towards me with sincere concern in his eyes.

“I just saw Chad and Christy.” I stood there clutching my books. His arms were wrapping around me. His sweaty muscular arms, and I didn’t mind.

“Were they talking? Flirting?” Devon asked calmly.

“NO! They were, . . . they were fucking in his car!” I dropped my books and covered my face with my hands as I burst into tears.  I cried and bellowed, using Devon’s shoulder. I heaved great sobs soaking his sweaty shirt. He didn’t seem to mind, in fact he held me tightly and said “I’m so sorry Roxy. I knew he wasn’t good enough for you.”

He held me till I stopped crying. It was long after the buses ran. I bent to gather my books hiccuping a little, my eyes swollen. He lifted my face to his and kissed me. It was gentle, tender, soft and I wanted more. My books fell again from my suddenly limp arms.

Devon Miller was kissing me and I never wanted him to stop.

Forbidden Crush - Part 7

Ah Part 7 is here! Things are seriously heating up between Jamie and Darren this time! If you need to catch up, check out the links for previous chapters, happy reading :-)

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Forbidden Crush, Part 7

By Samantha Kay

Jamie fumbled in his pockets to pull out a cigarette and lighter, while Darren called a Hotel to try and book a last minute room.

Darren’s stomach flipped excitedly when he was told there was one available.

”That’s great, thank you!” He told the chirpy women on the other end of the phone. “We’ll be there shortly!”
He turned to look at Jamie once he’d hung up; his heart sank as he saw his face had gone pale as he stared at the floor, his hands trembling as he brought his cigarette up to his lips.
”You ok Jamie?”

Jamie’s eyes darted at Darren, before his rigid neck allowed him to nod. He flicked away the remains of his cigarette, exhaling deeply the last cloud of smoke from his lungs.

Darren slowly approached him, tenderly wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling him into his warm body.
”It’s ok if you’ve changed your mind.” Darren whispered into Jamie’s ear, as his fingers curled into Jamie’s hip.

”I-I haven’t. I’m just…nervous.” His voice quiet and hoarse. 

Darren released his grip of Jamie, then turning to face him properly. He looked him up and down, his tongue sticking out slightly as he admired Jamie’s body. The fabric skimming along his thighs, I want them thighs wrapped around my face. His shirt hugged the flat, defined chest and stomach, and emphasised his strong shoulders. The things I could do to you given the chance…
”Fuck, I want you so badly.” He murmured inwardly. “And you’re not even naked, yet.”

Jamie stared back, wide-eyed, his chest profoundly rising and lowering.
Darren reached for his hand, and tugged gently to get him to follow along as they made their way down the street. 

”The hotel, The Liss, is just up the road from here.” Darren’s hands were beginning to feel sweaty.
”Ok,” Jamie smiled, his heart fluttering. “What was wrong with your place by the way? Thought you were single?”
Darren laughed, softening the atmosphere.
”Well, yes, but I have a room-mate. She’s lovely, don’t get me wrong, but she wouldn’t give us any peace. She’d want to know how we met and so on. She’s…a bit of a fruitcake.” He grinned.

”Ha! Really? Sounds fun.” Jamie teased, enjoying the warm feeling in his stomach from their hands being intertwined. The heat from Darren’s felt soothing. How does holding Darren’s hand feel so right?

”Oh yes, very! Reason I very rarely take guys back there –not that I make a habit of hooking up all that often!” Darren’s cheeks reddening as he quickly tried to explain. “I just meant, when I’m dating someone, not that this is dating –or just a hook up, I mean, err.”

Jamie laughed, finding the sudden panic in Darren’s tone rather flattering.
”Oh no, you’re not worried I’m going to get jealous, are you? About you sleeping with other people? I thought I was the only one?” He mocked, a mischievous grin lighting up his face.

”Whatever.” Darren shook his head, trying to tame the smile curving deeply into his cheeks. “Anyway. This is it.” He said as he stopped to a halt, making Jamie jerk back with their locked hands as he’d continued to walk.

”Wow.” Jamie said in aw, as he admired the tall, white building. There was a steep set of steps leading up to the large dark mahogany doors. The doorway was framed with a golden metal, curling into an elegant floral pattern. A soft lighting flooded the entrance.

Jamie gripped Darren’s hand tighter as they slowly made their way up the steps, the sound of people chatting across the road fading into the background as his heartbeat overwhelmed his ears.

Darren opened the door, going through first as he took the lead. They were quickly greeted by a young woman, dark haired wearing a thick mask of make-up.
”Hey, Darren was it?” 

”Yeah.” He said quietly, not matching the body of the woman’s voice. Jamie smiled to himself as he noticed Darren’s cheeks blushing fiercely. Guess we both know she probably has an idea why we’re here…

They followed her to their room, number 121. The hallways were silent, the lack of conversation feeling awkward.

”Well, here you are, and here’s your key.” She beamed, before flashing an exaggerated wink as Jamie.

They both burst into laughter as soon as they made it into their room.
”My God, how uncomfortable was that!” Darren chortled.

”I don’t know what you mean, I think she just wanted to join us.” Jamie giggled as he mimicked the girl’s wink at Darren.

Darren wrapped his arms around Jamie, pulling their chests together as he stared into Jamie’s eyes, admiring the twinkle. Jamie held him back, rubbing his hands down the shirt hugging Darren’s back.

Their laughter calmed down, until they were smiling lovingly at one another.
Darren, slowly, placed his lips onto Jamie’s, the contact firing electrical pulses into their bodies.
Jamie gasped as he kissed back, hungrily, and clutched at Darren’s back. Why are you so fucking hot!
Darren grabbed Jamie’s ass, and wasted no time in pushing him towards the bed.
”You have such a nice ass.” Darren mumbled into their kiss, as Jamie began unbuttoning his shirt. 

Once Jamie had Darren’s chest exposed he quickly allowed his mouth to leave Darren’s and dive into his neck; licking, sucking, nibbling, and biting. As his teeth gently dug into Darren’s flesh he rubbed his crotch into him, moaning at feeling Darren’s hard-on rubbing back.

”You’re so hot.” Jamie murmured, as his hands roamed inside Darren’s shirt, feeling the heat of his back and shoulders.

”Oh fuck Jamie.” Darren groaned, letting his head fall back. The feel of Jamie’s eager mouth on his neck was electrifying, making his cock pulse relentlessly.

Jamie’s mouth began to stray away, sliding down to Darren’s chest where he kissed and licked until he found a nipple. He sucked at it, gently at first before tugging at it with his teeth. He did the same to the other, as his hand wandered down Darren’s stomach and onto the bulge in his trousers. He slowly rubbed Darren’s cock through the fabric, as his lips continued to tease Darren’s nipples.
”Oh my God, how are you so good at this?” Darren panted, his cock painfully hard, begging to feel Jamie’s hand wrap around it. Darren’s legs were feeling weak, and his breathing was shallow, but becoming staggered as Jamie began to drop to his knees, his wet tongue leaving a trail down Darren’s stomach.

Darren groaned deeply as Jamie’s mouth was suddenly nibbling and sucking through his trousers, at the throbbing cock contained within.
”Jesus, you sure I’m the first guy you’ve been with?” Darren moaned, his legs nearly buckling. He let his fingers stroke through Jamie’s hair as he watched Jamie rub his tongue against the hard-on pushing out against his trousers. “Fuck, you are way too good at this.”


As Jamie soaked the fabric at his lips, he was desperate to taste the flesh underneath it. He came away and looked up at Darren, who was biting his bottom lip as he stared back. You’re so gorgeous…
Jamie unfastened Darren’s trousers, and pulled them down past Darren’s thighs, letting his fingers brush against the soft layer of hair. Darren wasn’t wearing any underwear, and so his heavy cock was unleashed.
”Fuck that’s big.” Jamie gasped, admiring the length and thickness of it. The dark purple tip glistened as a drop of pre-cum leaked from it.
Jamie’s own cock throbbed wildly, feeling hot as it was tightly contained within his boxers.
Fuck, I hope I can do this right.
He gulped nervously, before carefully using his tongue to lick up the pre-cum from the tip.
Mmm, that so good…
He heard Darren exhale heavily, making him look up at him.
”Jamie,” Darren choked through his lack of breath, “You-you, don’t have to, um, you-“
He suddenly moaned loudly as Jamie –while still looking into Darren’s eyes- took the cock into his mouth.
”Holy fuck.” He panted; roughly running his fingers through his hair as the wetness of Jamie’s mouth overwhelmed him.
As Jamie closed his eyes he slowly tried to take Darren further down into his throat. Darren quickly pulled away when he heard Jamie gag.
”You don’t need to, honestly, it doesn’t matter.” He said breathlessly.
”Give me a chance.” Jamie chuckled before taking Darren’s dick into his mouth again; he stopped when he had as much as he could handle in his throat. He then gently sucked as he let his tongue rub around the shaft, his own cock going crazy at the flavour, and every time Darren let out a moan.
Dam, Darren sounds so sexy when he moans….

Jamie felt desperate to stroke himself, but instead he held Darren’s hips and let his mouth glide up and down Darren’s dick. He loved how the flesh tasted, warm and slightly salty.
He even smells sexy, musky and manly…

As Jamie continued, Darren began to feel light-headed.
I’m not gonna last much longer…
He wanted –no needed- to taste Jamie, to feel his smooth skin and hear him moan.
His hands dived into Jamie’s hair, the soft strands sweeping against his skin as he brushed his fingers through it.
”Let me go down on you.” Darren murmured with a needy edge to his tone. “Please let me go down on you.”

Jamie purposely ignored him, instead continuing to work on Darren’s cock, letting his own saliva act as a lubricant as he slid up and down it with pursed lips. He also began massaging Darren’s balls, which were tight and ready to explode.

”If you don’t stop.” Darren panted. “I’ll cum. You don’t want that. Not yet.”

Jamie couldn’t get enough of the sensation of the smooth, warm dick filling his mouth and throat. Darren wasn’t ready to cum yet though, so he carefully pushed Jamie away, instantly missing the feeling of Jamie’s moist mouth.

Jamie looked up at Darren, a little bit of spit dribbling down his chin. He sucked on his own tongue, savouring the taste of Darren’s pre-cum still on it.

”You look amazing.” Darren whispered, as he reached and took a hold of Jamie’s arm to get him to stand up. Darren then pushed his lips to Jamie’s, as they simultaneously wrapped their arms around one another.

Darren got a kick from tasting himself on Jamie’s tongue, and he moaned as he eagerly unbuttoned Jamie’s shirt, pulling it off him roughly before shedding his own.
He then kicked off his shoes and trousers, as he held on tightly to Jamie.
With their lips still locked together, Darren pushed Jamie onto the bed. He grabbed Jamie’s wrists and pushed them down next to his face.

Jamie relished in Darren taking the lead, enjoying the feeling of vulnerability as he lay underneath Darren’s muscular body. Jamie tried to rub his crotch against Darren’s dick, his stomach feeling warm and uneasy with excitement.
”Oh Darren.” Jamie gasped, as Darren suddenly had his mouth at Jamie’s neck sucking and biting. The twinge of pain felt good, making him moan needily. His cock was so hard it was getting uncomfortable; he needed it to be released, to be touched.

Darren slowly freed Jamie’s wrists, and after brushing his fingertips down Jamie’s arms he began to play with his nipples.
”Oh my God, Darren.” Jamie said through his staggered breath, goosebumps quickly spreading across his body.

Darren smiled to himself mischievously, as he began to slowly lick and kiss his way down Jamie’s torso. He flicked his tongue over Jamie’s belly button, making Jamie whimper and his hips noticeably twitch.
”You like that?” Darren grinned.
 He then nibbled at Jamie crotch as he unfastened his trousers.
All Jamie could manage in response was a breathless chuckle as he lay back, waiting to feel Darren’s hand on his cock.

As soon as the trousers were unfastened, Jamie kicked off his shoes and Darren tugged the clothing off, throwing it onto the floor.
Darren gazed at Jamie, as he knelt in-between his parted legs.
”Wow…you look…so beautiful.” Darren whispered as he stroked Jamie’s thighs, looking at Jamie’s smooth, tanned skin and the pretty cock that was laid on his flat stomach.
Jamie’s cheeks reddened, feeling self-conscious from being so exposed, and from the compliment. His mouth was starting to dry out and his heart was racing.
Darren got down between Jamie’s legs and started by kissing his thighs, slowly nearing towards Jamie’s cock, which was clearly twitching in anticipation.

”You tease.” Jamie chuckled, as he shuffled about, trying to get his cock closer to Darren’s mouth. He then gasped, and his head fell back when Darren suddenly engulfed Jamie’s dick, burying it deep into this throat. Wow!

 
”Fuck!” Jamie moaned as Darren’s wet mouth caressed his shaft, his experienced tongue making his cock leak profusely.
Jamie clutched at the bedding as he continued to moan, overwhelmed with how good Darren was at sucking him off.
How can Darren be so good at this, I’ve never known it be as good as this with anyone!

”Oh Darren! Oh fuck, Darren!” Jamie called out as Darren took more of his dick down his throat. He pushed his head back into the duvet, as he bit his lip to stop himself from screaming out.
Oh my God, this feels amazing!

”Does…does 69 work?” Jamie barely managed to speak as he struggled for breath, the intense pending orgasm taking over him.
Darren came off Jamie’s dick as he laughed a little to himself.
”Yeah, it ‘works’.” He grinned, as he looked at Jamie’s chest rising and falling from his heavy breathing.
”Let’s do it then.” Jamie panted unaware of Darren’s amusement.

Darren moved himself around, and lowered his cock into Jamie’s mouth as Jamie held his hips.
A long, deep groan escaped Darren’s lips once Jamie started sucking and licking. Hell, I’m not gonna last long like this.

Darren returned to Jamie’s cock, but had to stop for a moment when the vibrations of Jamie’s moaning nearly sent him over the edge.
”Oh fuck Jamie.” He groaned.

They continued on one another, clutching at each other’s flesh; rubbing their asses and balls as they moaned eagerly, both desperate to unload.

”You need to stop.” Darren huffed as he came off Jamie’s dick. “If you carry on, I’m gonna cum.”

”I want you to.” Jamie said quickly, wanting to fill his mouth with Darren’s cock again. “I want to taste it, to taste you.”

”Not like this.” Darren groaned, trying to control his cock, to stop it from exploding into Jamie’s throat. “Its…an acquired taste.”

”I’ll be fine.” Jamie gasped before taking Darren’s dick again, and gently massaging his balls.
Darren sighed before eagerly going back to work on Jamie’s cock.
The moment Jamie moaned, Darren was past the point of no return.

”I’m gonna cum!” He called breathlessly, as he looked underneath him to see Jamie’s reaction.
Jamie just continued, while Darren moaned loudly and his body quivered as his orgasm hit. Darren relished in the intense sensations pulsing through his body.
Jamie tried his best to swallow Darren’s load, but it overflowed his mouth and some poured down his cheeks and chin. Fuck, that looks sexy…

Once Jamie had sucked Darren dry, Darren came away and turned around to face him. Before Jamie had a chance to speak Darren kissed him, and licked away the trails of cum off his face.

”Was that alright?” Jamie said, his insecurity causing a small knot in his stomach.
”That was, amazing.” Darren grinned back, before quickly disappearing down the bed to take Jamie’s cock back into his mouth.
Jamie was about to chuckle, until Darren’s warm moist mouth encased his shaft.

Sweet Jesus…
Jamie whined as he gripped tightly at the bedding again. He spread his legs further apart as though it would give Darren better access to the cock he was already deep-throating.
”Darren, I’m gonna cum.” Jamie whimpered, squirming around on the bed in ecstasy. “Oh fuck Darren.”

Jamie called Darren’s name out again as his orgasm overpowered him, his body shuddering and his hands gripping the bedding to the point where his knuckles had lost all colour.

Darren swallowed Jamie’s cum with ease, loving the taste and texture of the hot liquid shooting down his throat.

He didn’t release Jamie’s dick from his mouth until it was bled dry and soft. He looked at Jamie sprawled out before him, his eyes closed and he was clearly still trying to regain his regular breathing.

Darren smiled to himself before collapsing at his side.

“So, you enjoy that?” Darren grinned, adoring the sight of Jamie as he turned his head to look at him.

”Wow. That. Was. Incredible.” Jamie panted, smiling at Darren.

”Ah, but how did I taste?” Darren said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

”Bitter, salty, but good.” Jamie chuckled. “I’d happily have you do that again. But not right now, I’m exhausted.”

”Ha, well, you better recuperate quickly. It’ll soon be round two.” Darren laughed. “We haven’t even gone all the way yet!”

Jamie’s stomach did a flip, and his throat tightened, as he turned away and stared up at the ceiling.
Darren noticed that Jamie had suddenly tensed and it made him feel sick. Please don’t say you regret tonight…I’ve never felt so connected with someone like this…
”Hey, we don’t have to go all the way Jamie, I’m sorry.”

Jamie turned back to look at Darren, his eyes had moistened slightly.

”No, I really want to. I’m just, freaking out.” Jamie chuckled softly, to diminish the tension. “I…well I…” His cheeks burning as he struggled to maintain eye contact.

”What is it?” Darren said, worry evident in his voice.

”It’s just; I've not felt like this about anyone other than Laurie. I really like you Darren...”

To be continued…


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Swingers Part 8

How will Colb recreate THIS for Sunday morning?

 

 

Part VIII: 

One plus one makes three.

by

Abyrne Mostyn

 

 

It took Colb several protracted minutes to figure out exactly how to put on his ‘outfit’. Finally having all the pieces in place, he turned to look in the mirror thinking that this look reeked of Sharilynne; she made no secret of liking her men in chains. Feeling a bit like Scrooge’s Marley every time he moved, the clinking of chain against chain was going to have him naked faster than normal, not that the whole of it was a bad look, rather bondage slave gone rogue. A cock ring attached at the base to a sac chain to hold it in place, that chain sliding around both sides before clipping together between his legs to form a single line that extended between the divide of him, then up along his spine to a thick collar. Inspecting that part he realized that fully erect that there was going to be a bit of resistance. Single chains coming off the front of the collar to wrist cuffs, it seems everything was connected. Slipping on the mask, gauging his appearance one last time, he snapped the key onto his wrist, tossed the locked bag onto the shelf, and stepped thru the door.

Glancing around the room as he pulled the door closed behind him he quickly found that not every male had the same restraints, some had far more and others far less hardware. In light of this, he was thankful to fall somewhere in the middle of the male bondage parade. Starting off to the left he made the rounds of the room, shaking hands, swapping air kisses and casual greetings to those he knew, introducing himself to those he didn’t. On the far side of the room, he found Regg in conversation with a curvy blonde. Regg was easy to spot in any guise, at six foot five he was easily the tallest in the room. The female he was talking to was reminiscent of Norma Jean save the azure eyes; her set in waist and generous hips and breasts helping him remember just how connected his chains were as he felt the pressure against his throat when chains shifted to accommodate his interest and pulled the collar tight.
 

Regg excused himself to refresh drinks, offering to bring one back for Colb as well. Not taking his eyes off hers, nodding his assent he shifted to give himself some air to converse before starting in.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen you before, are you new to the parties?”

Her ruby lips curving and bright eyes lighting up behind the copper colored mask she wore before she responded,  “Yes, in a manner of speaking I am.”
 

Her giggle was soft, perhaps a nervous tick as she answered him. She glanced him up and down, well pleased at his obvious interest before meeting his eyes and continuing,

“Tell me, how involved are these parties then?”

Dragging his palm down his face over his mouth and to the collar, Colb thought she couldn’t be THAT new to this scene. Surely whomever brought her would have explained the formal and informal rules of this to her.
"Uhhhm, I daresay that depends on you. Pretty much whatever you seek can be found, or not. Do you understand the parameters of the party?"

“Oh indeed. I know exactly what I want. And I will have it too.”
 

Colb’s brows shot up in amusement and the corner of his mouth ticked at the definitive statement by the woman. His cock had other plans and shot up faster than the quiz bowl champion’s hand could to answer her desires. Swiveling his neck to loosen the grip and gather air, it was a tug of war between his heads to see who was master of the game tonight. So far, the baser of them was winning the contest.
 

“You do, do you? So let me in on the secret. What is it that you want this night?”
 

She leaned in, standing on tip toe and he leaned down so she could enumerate the things she wanted in hushed tones near his ear. His already volunteering member taking on a forged steel stiffness and weeping an opalescent tear as she snaked her hands around him, pulling up on the chain that cleaved his arse and pulled his parts tight. When she finished elaborating what she wanted, he stood up and thought a moment. Oh, he definitely could fulfill what she wanted, how much she wanted to take though; that was the question.
 

H olding up a finger, he excused himself a moment and went to help Regg who was juggling the three drinks. As he approached him, quirking a brow up to get his attention he mouthed ‘three-way’? The responding lop-sided grin and squinting smile of his eyes through the mask answer enough. They had done this before, long ago and it would be a good reunion for them. They returned to her, holding the frosted glass against a nipple that insisted on standing out from the beads as it was passed to her, and announced that they together would take her on if she was game. She nodded her assent enthusiastically and the lot was cast.
 

Finding a room along the upper west side corridor, they slipped inside and locked the door. The host would have a key if needs be, but they wanted no additional company. They moved to stand in an open area of the room, near but not too close to the large bed. Regg circled her several times stroking and pinching as he felt the need, while Colb stood off to the side watching. Regg lifted three strings of the beads over her head, twisting them around his fingers testing the strength. She wanted this so hard restraints would not be necessary, but the sensation of it was what he sought. These would work nicely. Stopping in front of her, motioning for her to raise her arms he slid the first string over and brought it down to rest at her waist before beginning to work it to lie closer to her skin.
 

“We will call you woman, and you will call us Sir. Do you understand?”
 

“Yes.”

“Yes?”
 

“Yes Sirs.”
 

“The end comes with the word, ‘No.’ Do you understand?”
 

“Yes Sir.”
 

“Say the word no.”
 

“No.”
 

“No what?”
 

“No Sir.”
 

“The end is complete, and not negotiable. When you say ‘No’, we are done and you will return to the party below no questions, no changes. When you say ‘No’ there is no, ‘I wasn’t ready’, ‘I didn’t mean it.’, ‘Let me try again.’ No means no, and that is the end. Are you ready to begin?”
 

“Yes Sir."
 

Maggie trembled, the gooseflesh on her body standing up in anticipation. This was exactly what she wanted. Hell yes she was ready to begin. Regg took her left hand and walked around to the back of her, fashioning a wristlet of one of the two remaining strings of beads before reaching for the other hand and bringing it back to join the first. A few long moments later her hands were bound behind her back and tied somehow to the string of beads that he had encircled her waist with. Her breasts pulled up and out as her hands had gone back, Regg took his time with each of them twisting the strings of beads around the full erect nipples and squeezing them tight. Colb had moved to stand behind her; she could feel his breath on her shoulders and fought to keep her hands still and not reach back to touch the part of him that should be close. Her core clenched when Regg leaned in and bit down on her. He had gathered all of the remaining beads and crossing them over themselves, had dropped them over her head exposing her breasts fully to his hands and mouth. At the same time Colb had slipped his fingers into the side band of feathers holding up the G-string, pulling up to rub against delicate flesh before sliding the whole piece down, lifting one ankle then the other to remove it completely. Taking an ice cube from one of the glasses, Colb trailed the cube up the seam line of her leg taking it around the cheek of her arse, down the center and around the other. The sensation was sending her duck flesh into overdrive. A hand coming down quickly and hard against the chilled wet flesh of her arse making her realize that she had missed Regg’s command. Snapping her eyes to his, he again commanded,

“Open your mouth.”

Instead of ‘Yes, Sir.’ She simply complied. He used her own tongue to wet his fingers before returning to her breasts to roll and tweak the tight buds of one side while he suckled the other. Switching breasts, rewetting his fingers he continued his assault, winding her tighter. Colb stood behind her still teasing with the ice, moving anywhere he pleased running it along the cleft of her, down to the juncture of her thighs, around to the front and back; teasing her a long while before flicking against her thigh commanding,  “Open.”
 

She adjusted herself to open her thighs without changing too much level that would cause Regg to shift as Colb continued to manually tease her flesh. Reaching around to the front he used yet another cube to slide up and down against her clit, his opposite hand fisting her hair pulling her head back, leaning in to whisper in her ear between biting her throat and shoulder. Changing hands, he palmed a large handful of ice returning to press that against the bundle of nerves at her cleft while stretching fingers back to find her core. Pulling back his free hand and letting it catch some air before landing cold and wet against the cheek of her arse, her hard gasp and the rush of wet against his fingers the answer to the question unspoken he repeated the motion and was rewarded again with a gush of liquid silk. Standing straight, still working the wet between her legs he tapped Regg’s shoulder and head flinched him toward the bed. Regg let go, went to the bed, and sat down still stroking his shaft as he watched them. Her body flushed as she watched him, a lovely color, and evidence of her arousal. Colb speared two fingers solidly up her core and banding an arm around her waist walked her to the bedside all the while sliding the ice back and forth against her.
 

Regg waited until Colb had her standing between his knees before reaching up and knotting her hair out of the way in the bands of beads about her throat. Pulling her forward with a finger under her chin he began his instructions,  “Suck...”

Maggie started to go to her knees but is stopped short when a hard open palm slap against her arse cheek brings her back in check.
“Let’s try again. Suck me. No teeth. Bend only at the waist. Do not lock your knees. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”
She stuttered trying to get into position and again felt Colb’s hand across her backside as she didn’t move fast enough, the stinging bite of his cold wet hand from behind preceding the hard jab of his fingers still deep in her core. He didn’t need a diagram to know that he was making her hotter and wetter with each spank. Bending only at the waist, just short of kneeling on the bedrail she began, Regg guiding her how he wanted her to do this. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. She can feel the knot of his release on the tip of her tongue when she laves the down stroke, but he doesn’t release it, instead pushing her slower or holding her there longer, throwing his head back with each pull of her mouth as she crosses the crest at the tip.

Colb had kneeled behind her trying to vie for better position and with her unconscious resistance had spanked her several more times as she had shifted position trying to follow Regg’s directions. After several attempts to get her into the position he wants, Colb elected instead to change tactics. Taking a crop from the dresser drawer, he gave no warning and held nothing back when he let it loose across her arse. Her instant buck and jerking of her head up and off of Regg earning her another stinging strike.
 

“Can you follow the lead of two men, woman.”

“Yes Sir.”
 

“Do better.”

“Yes Sir.”
 

Her mind was reeling; she knew how to dominate, she knew how to sub; she had not subbed for two men at the same time in a while and was out of practice. Thinking wryly about what she had in fact gotten herself into. Calming her thoughts before she would snicker, she set back to Regg’s erection and tried to settle into a stance that Colb wanted, letting him shift her. He continued his physical assault, causing her womb to weep with each strike. The sting of crop and hand being exactly what she had asked for, she was certain that she was showing welts and could feel the warmth spreading as Colb kneaded and bit the marks he had made. She was settled into the sensations and had to fight not to jump when he grabbed her hips, tilting her slightly and drove home from behind her as he recovered quickly and resumed teasing her senses from front and aft with hands and ice while he bucked. With the tight friction against her clit and the intermittent spanking, she was in bliss and sensory overload, fighting to stay present in the moment and not be carried away.
 

She was on a down stroke with her mouth when several things happened simultaneously. She had not realized that the pressure against the button of nerves at her cleft was gone until there was a hard slap against her ass, and a firm pressure against the knot of her anus. She gasped and swallowed hard then heard Regg take a long hard inhale before speaking...

“Fuck Colb, what did you do? Do it again.”
 

The series was repeated after a brief pause, but this time the pressure against the second opening was more insistent, and wet. Again she swallowed Regg deep and was rewarded with his moaning and thrusting against her soft palate. She fought for control of her gag reflex as he continued to go deep. The grin on his face telling that her how much he liked this change, and that this would now continue; it did. Harder and harder the thrusts and spankings came. The pressure at her arse pushing constantly, and a wet sliding sensation as she was being made ready. She thought about saying ‘No’, not being one for anal, but the rest felt so good, she kept going, reaching for her own release knowing if she could hold out it would come. Several rounds of spankings later, she was accosted by a loud resounding smack across her arse cheek and a hard push against her anus.
 

“Open.”
 

She tried. She really did. She could not think how the muscle control worked and nothing happened except her teetering on breathy tears.
 

“Do you want to stop?”

“No Sir."
 

“Can you open for me?”

“I don’t know.”
 

“Then relax a moment.”

As soon as the command was given and she stopped tensing, stopped fighting for control over what she couldn’t decide if she wanted there was a soft ‘pop’ and she knew he was in. In with what she didn’t know, a finger she thought, but she could feel that he was in, the pressure intense and full. His other hand coming back around her hip, he put firm turning pressure against her clit and again she was warm and wet. As she relaxed into the wave that would take her higher, she felt him pushing in farther from behind and tried not to fight.
 

Regg reclaimed her mouth, taking her face and returning her to the task of his cock. She couldn’t believe he was still not ready to come. She let out a small cry when the precursor to her own release shook her first and a second finger breached her back door. Prodding and pulling, working more of whatever he was using to ease the way, she was completely at their mercy now.

At some silent signal from Colb, Regg took her head with both hands and held her, thrusting up deeply. The intense circles at her clit went into high drive and there was a heavy wetness across her arse as a large dollop of something was worked in and she was stretched wide. With the mad rush of so much she was not surprised when she felt a trickle of come running down her leg and her hips start to take on a small pulsing thrust, she was so close. Harder and faster they worked her and just when she was at the edge there was a hard application of the crop to her arse that nearly sent her completely over and probably would have except in that same flow of activity, Regg thrust up and held her in place while Colb withdrew from her core, thrust hard with his fingers from behind before a hasty withdraw and immediately seated his cock firmly in her anus. She nearly swallowed Regg whole with the sharp inhale at the abrupt change before he let her go.

Colb pulling her up slowly by the shoulders, Regg’s cock slipped from her lips and he helped ease her upright. Leaning in to bite her very sensitive, very erect nipples he shifted her leg and propped her foot on the bed rail. Sliding his hands between her legs, coming back with thick cream, he liberally coated his cock with it before arching his body to seat it and slamming up into her still wet and convulsing core. The position was awkward, but the sensation was beyond description.

Colb pushed, Regg pulled. Regg pushed, Colb pulled. In and out, back and forth she was on fire and walking the edge. Regg returning to play with her breasts and Colb reaching around to thumb her clit between pushes from Regg. She was fighting every bit of it, wanting not to come, not to finish. To be consumed by these two men in concert. The fight was short lived as Colb began thrusting harder from behind with his cock and turning faster with his hand. Regg leaning in, biting down on her nipple as he thrust up she was lost to the storm. A long building wail coming from her throat lasting for an endless few minutes as they continued their domination of her senses as she climaxed.
 

It was Colb, who managed to stop long enough to enquire quietly,  “Are you well?”
 

“Yes Sir.”
 

“Do you need anything?”

With a wry grin, she uttered only one word with a hoarse squeak, “More.”



Please check AbyrneMostyn.wordpress.com for more information on this and other stories by Abyrne or check out the facebook page. Thanks for following along for the last 8 weeks. ~Ab

Acceptance

Siam and Laura are getting on, and their relationship is blossoming.  Siam obviously feels comfortable with her boss to progress to a more intimate relationship, confiding in her of her past bad experiences.  Where do you think  things will go from here?  Let's join in and find out!

Acceptance

 

by

Ben Hannigan

 

 



Dear Diary,

This morning we headed into work, Laura had to meet with suppliers and handle invoices and cash checks,  so I would be left to face the tender mercies of the rest of the team. We stopped in at the local glazed goods pusher and picked up a box of twenty four and a round of coffees in apology for them having to pick up our slack yesterday. When we got to the office, Laura entered first while I locked my truck.

The team could tell that something had happened even before we said anything because I walked into the office in fitted tiger stripe combats with a tan vest, a borrowed Sig Sauer SP2022 on my hip. Not only that, but it was obvious from the way that I dropped the mag, racked the slide and presented the weapon at the clearing, barrel showing clear that I knew how to handle the gun.  When I finished the drill and placed the weapon in the box on my assigned desk that up until now had remained empty, the room was silent.  I tied my hair back casually stretching, moving my arms straight in the air linking my fingers together.  This movement lifting me onto my tiptoes and causing my shirt to rise and showing  bare tummy and the piercing I had got as my first act of rebellion after moving to this southern town;  a small delicate representation of a rose in aluminum on my belly button.

As I did this, Laura left her office with her Bluetooth headset in and walked over to me, whispering  loud enough for the whole office to hear, “Evil girl, I will be thinking of that bare tummy all day now and I have to go speak to the city council. ” She leaned over, kissing me soundly, leaving me blinking, slightly dazed for the two minutes it took me to process that she had left.

As I came down to earth, I realized that the office had exploded with questions.  The how’s ,the why’s, the when’s;  all the questions that the gossips would want. We worked through the day and I was bombarded with questions between phone calls.  After about an hour of constant pestering I agreed to tell them at lunch. We finally got to lunch after a really hectic day that for me was mainly fielding phone calls, preparing for the big trade show in Nevada. We arranged to go to the little Mexican place around the corner. Since it was a nice day we decided to walk. The moment after we all logged out of our computers and turned the phones onto our out-to -lunch auto-message systems was one of the moments that reminded me I work in the weapons industry. The sound of slides being racked as magazines are slammed home and the click of the safety. They all watched me, amazed that after a single day of range time I was confident enough with a weapon to carry it openly  and was careful enough to once racking the slide and chambering a round, to top up the magazine to give me that one extra round just in case.

We walked to the restaurant and ordered drinks.  We passed the bar, sitting together at a single large table. I was placed in the center, so the interrogation could begin in earnest. They asked about the shooting and who pursued who and how it happened. I told them about the touches, Laura’s adjustments of my techniques and the way she gently held me. I talked about the confusion that I felt and the desire, the lust, my eyes glazed over as they saw the “me”  I had been so scared of for so long come out. The “me” who masturbated in the shower over my boss.  I described the act of touching myself, losing myself in the moment.  The girls nodded knowingly as I replayed the image of slowly rolling my nail over my dripping lips.  The guys watched hungrily as I sucked the lip of the coke bottle, licking my lips. My cunt ached with desire as I lost myself in the memories.

I told the story of being turned down gently as I offered myself  to my new partner.  I teared up and again the guys and girls had two completely different reactions.  The girls thought it was sweet and amazing that Laura had that level of self-control and the guys  understood, but reacted with anger at the boy who believed that he had the right to dominate me.

Right from the start, working at HDI I was protected by this family environment. I was the youngest and was very much supported by what seemed to be a whole army of new brothers and sisters.  My first week they basically showed me the entire town, stocked my larder and fridge, and just generally pulled me close to them.  I had standing offers for dinner with all of them and was introduced to their children. I was “Aunty Siam” to a small horde of children and the family weekend events with the company were living proof of the party as hard as you work ethos.

The girls were having to break up plots by the guys to fly to Chicago to beat this boy and my father, to the point where they were confiscating phones to prevent flights being arranged. I knew they were protective, but this show of support reduced me to tears for the second time in as many days.  They paid the bill before I could blink and walked me to the office.  We sat in the break room together and I basically asked my “brothers” and “sisters” for advice, I didn’t know what I was feeling didn’t understand this lust and desire. They talked to me, explained a lot of the sexual stuff that most of them had learned through open and honest conversations with parents and beyond that just supported me and let me ask at my own pace.

They were wonderful and throughout the afternoon of support, they managed to make me giggle and help me plan something.  More than that they convinced me to do something I was kinda wanting to for a long time.  By three PM I found myself lying in a tattooists chair in my t shirt and knickers as he inked a snow leopard on my left  thigh just under my bottom, it wasn’t pouncing or lunging or snarling it was what the rest of my work colleagues described as Me, curled up with a sketch pad, a sketch of a sketching snow leopard.

So diary, in three day’s I had learned to shoot, learned I am at the very least bisexual and have gotten a tattoo.  I was loved and welcomed into the family at work and I had never been happier. At four thirty the boss turned up and walked into her office, I waited five minutes and stood to go see her, as I walked over most of the team gave me high fives or whispered good luck messages.

Lucy and Sophie who as well as picking me up and driving me down for this job ended up working there, hugged me and whispered. “When you are confident with Laura come talk to us together” as they sandwiched me between them.

I was confused but rolled with it and after being given permission to enter I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Laura was sitting, lounging in the beanbag chair rather than being at her desk which was perfect for what I was planning. I nudged the door with my foot, the bang causing her to look up from the email she was writing. I walked over to what she called the chill out zone of her office, where she was based . I dropped to crawling and slowly moved towards her. When I reached her beanbag I slithered up her body catching her lips in mine, pressing her body against mine as I launched a passionate demanding kiss, grinding my sex on her thigh her leg between mine as my tongue pushed into her mouth deep and fast.

This was the new, confident me in control and it felt fucking fantastic Diary. I kissed my way down her body, sucking her throat enjoying her moans and gasped words. I unbuttoned her blouse hurriedly still grinding into her knee. My eyes were wide and my breathing heavy as I tried to focus on those buttons and kiss and lick my way down this breathtaking freshly bared line of skin. Her bra undone with my left hand as I slid the straps down her arms with my teeth, I stroked her nipples with my lips and tongue grinning widely at the mumbled moans for more that each movement elicited from my love.

I undid her jeans, pushing  them down her legs thankful that she habitually walked around the office barefoot.  I ducked under her legs and found myself staring lustfully at the small patch of neatly trimmed hair surrounding her slit. I didn’t know that she didn’t wear underwear under her jeans but I was very glad of that. I dove into her, passionately remembering the suggestions from my adopted family. I started with slow, soft, gentle, caressing licks, flicking my tongue across her lips and gently brushing her mound with kisses, I moved slowly from there, searching for her clit with the tip of my tongue and rolled it in my mouth, stroking and suckling on it gently. My hands undoing my combats and sliding them off my body leaving me grinding against her wearing white panties so soaked with arousal they were appearing clear. My tongue boldly now flicking into her sex, parting her lips and thrusting, rolling around the walls of her inner sanctum, matching my thrusts with the grinding movement of my hips. I got faster, deeper and more confident as I felt my own orgasm building. She was going with it now, not worrying about what inspired this act.  Her hands fisted in my hair as she pressed me deeper into her cunt. Rubbing my nose into her slit, fucking her with my nose as I licked her eagerly, she was so wet and tasted so, so good.  I pushed a finger into her as I slid up her body, my panties sliding down my legs as I moved because they were stuck to her knee. I kissed her hard and fast again, she could taste her own juices on me.  I fingered her fast my thumb on her clit as I offered my throat to her, she bit my neck and I writhed, her hands cupping my arse and I wriggled causing her to penetrate me deeply with two fingers, I yowled as I felt it.

“So fucking good, please gods more!” I rocked into her fingers as I fingered her, she was coming fast and hard and I was very close.

“Fuck me Laura, make me your fucking whore.” I screamed as she hit my clit and my g-spot at the same time.  I was seeing stars it was so intense. Before I registered what had happened ,I was on my back on the bean-bag with my girlfriend, half naked, stripping quickly and ripping my vest in the rush to get me naked.  Well, I say naked but she left me in my socks with my knickers round one ankle.  My white anklet socks with pink bows and the knickers that my mother used to buy for me; white with lace trim and a pink bow above my slit. I with my hair in plaits must have looked like a slutty schoolgirl as I begged for her to carry on touching my wet cunt. She was as rough and fast as I had been to her. She had me begging, mewling in minutes as I spasmed and shook, coming so hard I squirted.  She licked me clean after each orgasm, fast and insistent, driving me to the next.  She even with me on my back, legs over her shoulders tongue-fucked my arse as I whimpered from the intensity. I was hers.  Putty in her hands and melting.  She kissed me hard, fast, biting my neck, fingering my cunt and my arse at the same time. Then she laid down with me, entwining her legs with mine, pressed her cunt against mine and kissed my  boobs, reaching into a bag hidden behind the bean-bag.

 She withdrew a sex toy, a double tipped dildo and murmured, “Bought this a few years ago but got dumped for a younger, prettier model and never got a chance to use it, so it stayed in this bag behind the chair ever since, can I Siam? Can I fuck your virgin cunt, can I have you?”

I mewled gasping, writhing trying to answer by grinding against her. “Yes, yes, god please baby pleaaase.” I whimpered. I almost tore it out of her hand in my desire to get it and her into me.

She giggled, “Patience sweetie, patience.”

I was forced to watch as she slid the toy into herself sighing gently in pleasure as it entered her cunt.  She then slipped on what looked like a shoulder rig strap set but was fastened around the dildo and her pelvis holding the purple toy inside her.  It looked perfect on her; this amazon of a woman with eight inches in her and another eight ready to ravish me.

I knelt and told her I wanted to do something that I had only ever heard of, something dirty that I had been told I would have to do for my husband. I am not being forced, I told her I want this. I took the glans of my lover into my mouth and sucked her penis eagerly, fast and long, bobbing up and down her cock. I amazed myself and amazed her by taking all of her down my throat easily.  She moaned with pleasure looking down, her hands in my hair as I sucked her. I was moaning onto her cock begging for more as she began to fuck my throat and I came hard. She lay me down on the bag and told me she wanted me. I spread my legs wantonly begging as she stood over me ready to pound me.

I loved every second of being fucked diary.  My ma would call me a scarlet woman as I begged for it. I wanted it so much.  Wanted her so much!  I won’t  ever stop lusting for her.  The way that she pounds me, makes me come so fucking hard, wow!  I was pounded in the office; screaming not caring that they all heard me lose my virginity as they worked. I loved it!  Clenching against her cock feeling her thrusting faster and faster, her angling towards my g spot me screaming, “Fuck I want you Laura, I want you to come in me.” I moaned.

She giggled at that “I can try to make it feel like it baby.”

I shook as she pounded me faster as I begged for it “Fuck Laura, your cock is so good so big it’s perfect.  I want you in me.  I need you to fill me, make me yours!  I want you to come in my pussy Laura. Make me your spoiled used woman, make me yours.”

I didn’t know diary, but it appears I get off on being submissive and talking dirty, being told I am a slut, a whore, being told I am everything my parent’s raised me to believe was evil. I moaned and I looked up to see Laura gripping a small pump bulb that led to a tube that ran all the way into the dildo. “You thought the japsai in the dildo was just for effect didn’t you Siam?”

 All I could do was nod weakly as she grinned and squeezed it, I felt my lover come hard and fast into me, squirting lube into me to feel like she had released her seed into me. It was so wonderful this high pressure warm load of lube coating my insides, my tummy feeling bloated and full, like she really was my boy as well as my girl.

I purred with delight, my tummy full and the feeling of a slight soreness as she had torn my hymen and taken me for the first time.  Her pussy splattered with a mix of both her and my juices, her “come” and the blood from the barrier. She was amazing, curled up with me stroking my tummy as I snuggled into her. 

I must have drifted off because I woke later yawning, having lost an hour and had been washed of the mess and dressed in a set of light cotton pj’s that I recognized as Laura’s spare set from her cot in the break room that she used when she was working late enough that she couldn’t be bothered to go home, the same cot that I had been resting on.

 I walked into the office and it was seven thirty yet the office was still full of people.  As I walked in there was a round of applause, cheers and a large amount of good natured ribbing about the sounds I was making and how loud the stereo had to be turned up to drown the screams. The team teasing both me and Laura until my calm collected unflappable boss blushed as brightly red as I did.  They were all lovely diary, and in my next letter to you I will talk more about the evening and the first night at my place. But for now I need a break to collect my thoughts and deal with a small “problem” that has “come” up.

 

XSiamX