| Straight: Infidelity: Avarice |
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It was in many ways the beginning of the end. I was a broken man, hoping to mend myself with the company of others. What I found was a world of desolation, despair and loneliness. I clung to the hope that I was human, that they were human too. That we we’re just temporarily acting as animals and anytime we could regain our morality and composure. But consumed by avarice, aggression and lust I reached a different conclusion. I wasn’t a human acting animal, I was an animal acting human. So I left. And that was the beginning of the end. 11 June, 2007: Queen’s birthday holiday (Jane) “Wake the fuck up you fucking piece of shit, we’ve gotta be out of here in 15 minutes.” Notice the lack of exclamation marks? I did. Tom delivers everything in monotone. Love, anger, compassion, query. All in the one thick, deep voice. I used to be turned on by it - with his breath in my ear and his chin nuzzling my neck he’d whisper, “I need you,” and that voice would melt me. Now it only serves to highlight the vacuity of his words, their only a soul a lacing of malice and ill-intent. “I’m not going.” “What?” “I’m not going.” “Fine, suit yourself…. you lazy bitch.” I curl up tighter and sink deeper into the pillow - knowing that in a few hours I’ll be fucking someone else in this bed. In Tom’s house. Lazy bitch indeed. Tom leaves and I get up, running myself a bath as I stare in the mirror, looking deep into my own eyes. Without warning an image of the scene to come - strong fingers exploring my pussy, a beautiful, hard cock deep in my throat - flashes across my vision and my eyes light up. I slip off my clothes and get into the bath, knowing I have life in me yet. The water is perfect and I relax, fingers from my right hand floating over my pussy, brushing the inner thighs of my outstretched legs as I close my eyes. I lie like that, softly floating, for what seems like hours, my mind empty but alive - anticipating the fantasy soon to be played out. Slowly I become active - my hair soaped I perch on the side of the bath and carefully shave my legs and pussy, leaving just a touch of hair above my now swollen clit. I resist the urge to touch - preferring to tease myself by focusing on the warm tingle and growing wetness. I think of that beautiful cock, slowly spreading me, growing harder as it enters, urging deeper and deeper, firmly, sweetly and rhythmically penetrating me. My eyes open for a moment and I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, one hand on my tits, the other running a finger from the base of my opening up through my pussy lips, under then over my clit and back again. I smile - my hands have a life of their own! This time I really do resist the urge to touch and running the shower - the water tinkling as it hits the bath below - I rinse my hair and finish washing my body, pausing only briefly to admire myself in the adjacent mirror. Despite Tom, I am still beautiful. Brian arrives at 10 am. I’ve dressed in a black knee length skirt, with a dark grey blouse and long “fuck me” boots. Inviting him in to the kitchen I make us some tea. Part of our foreplay is to pretend that nothing’s going to happen. Occasionally, nothing does. Disappointing - but overall it adds to the excitement. Today however, Brian is in no mood to waste time. As I’m at the kitchen bench, pouring the tea, I feel him move behind me. His soft lips caress and nibble my neck, his tongue briefly darting over my skin as his hands move to my crotch and breast and his body presses up against me. I feel his hard dick grinding into my ass as he moves on to my earlobe, nibbling and sucking. I shift my neck so his mouth is on my cheek and he leans over and finds my lips, first taking my upper lip in his mouth, sucking gently, before passionately kissing me fully, my tongue forcing itself into his mouth. He spins me round and lifts me on to the bench, dragging my panties out from under my skirt, and off over my boots. He spreads my legs and first licks my clit, before penetrating me with his tongue. But I want more. Barely able to contain myself, sounding like an animal, I tell him to fuck me. To fuck me now and to fuck me hard. Eagerly he removes his cock from his pants and positions it just outside my pussy lips. I take it in my hand, guiding it inside, and as I do he thrusts forward - kissing me as his cock enters me with one long stroke. I look into his eyes and he looks almost shocked - over- awed. “Is something wrong?” I ask. “No,” he says. “You are just so beautiful… and so wet!” I kiss him, smiling cheekily as I do - our noses rubbing, my hands move to his ass and I start to thrust him into me - my grin turning to lust as I twirl my tongue deep into his mouth. I throw my head back as he fucks me harder, exposing and sucking at my nipples. I begin to moan - softly at first but building to a loud, guttural, squeal as I feel my orgasm build. The feel of his dick pushing deep in me, pressuring my clit as it moves in and out completely consumes me and I am overcome by a massive wave of pleasure and release as my orgasm takes over. My eyes fixed on his I tell him I need him to cum in me - now. He sinks his head into my shoulder and fucks me harder than ever before, building faster and faster before letting out a low, loud moan. I feel his cock tense violently several times as he cums in me, thrusting as deep as he can. He pulls out and collapses into a chair, watching as I spread my legs - his cum now dripping out - and move a finger through my pussy lips before tasting the sweet mixture. “You’re amazing!” he exclaims. “I know,” I smile. Brian I move towards Jane and begin to lap up the mix of cum and pussy juice still dripping from her pussy before kissing her gently on the mouth, the tip of my tongue lightly flicking hers. I move away and we sit back down at the table to enjoy the tea we never had. “Tom’s getting worse,” Jane tells me. “He barely says a nice word to me now.” I’ve often implored Jane to leave Tom but she is too fearful of the repercussions. I tell her that I could help protect her but she refuses. Sometimes she says that she hopes that all his anger and spite is really just the symptom of a poisonous disease, occasionally bubbling to the surface as it eats away his insides. “What are you thinking about?” Jane asks quietly. “Nothing…nothing.” “Hmm… well join me in the bedroom in a few minutes, I’ve got a surprise for you.” When I enter the bedroom Jane is on the bed, her naked pussy exposed as she lies spread eagle on her back completely naked. She instructs me to take my clothes off and move to the bed. As I near the side of the bed she sits up, placing my now hard cock in her mouth. First she pulls my foreskin forward, so it covers the head, and then with her mouth slowly retracts it again, flicking the glans as she swallows half my deeply engorged dick. Cupping my balls in one hand her middle finger reaches out and finds the edge of my asshole, which she pressures firmly. I thrust forward, slowly fucking her mouth, Jane moaning appreciatively at the response. “Now for the surprise…” She says seductively. To be continued… |
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