3 comments/ 19489 views/ 0 favorites A Need for Release By: polly_0 Mark was an Arts correspondent for a weekly news stand magazine. I was a lawyer with a soft spot for hard men. We met at a charity event. It could have been the cold white wine that had me planning my conquest as soon as we shook hands, but it's more likely to have been the hard sexy body underneath his loose shirt or the steely blue eyes that undressed me unashamedly as we exchanged our first words. His hands, his huge weathered hands, made mine seem childlike in size and fragility. Beside this tall manly figure I felt like a teenage girl again. Fifteen minutes after being introduced I suggested that we could better continue our discussion of the events of the day at my flat, fortunately less than 10 minutes walk away. There was not a lot of conversation as we hurried along the street. I managed to resist touching him until we had walked into my kitchen, but then I was on him immediately. I cannot explain why, but I just wanted him. I was running my fingers through his curly gray hair, kissing his weathered lips and face, all the time forcing him backwards toward the sofa. He responded with the same passion, with his vast firm hands gripping my shoulders and taking control of me; he kissed me back with his lips, his tongue and his teeth, and I scrambled to feel his hole body. As he stumbled and fell back onto the sofa cushions I was on top of him, pulling at his shirt to expose his hard muscled chest and to explore his flesh with my fingers. He was biting at my neck, slipping the shoulders of my dress down, then my bra and then he took my breasts in his hands holding and squeezing my breast flesh then caressing and gently pinching at the nipples. I just remember a blur of sex and passion and writhing bodies; in moments I had him in my mouth and in minutes his hard cock was in my pussy. Over the hours that followed I took him again and again in my mouth, wanting to swallow every inch; I took him in my pussy with his rock hard cock slicing into my sopping wet pussy; and I took him in my arse, his long fat cock pushing me open and his hole body fucking deep into me through my tight hole. The relentless fucking was interspersed sucking, kissing, licking and marked by one climax after another. In Mark I had found some sexual god. In the morning I was exhausted but fantastically satisfied; I felt fabulous. Over the next three or so weeks I saw Mark five times and each time we had the most amazing sex. On our fifth date, as I lay naked on my bed next to him, cum leaking from my pussy no more than 15 minutes after he had walked through the door, I raised the relationship issue. As it turned out it was not our relationship that would become the issue. "I wondered if you knew that since we've started spending time together I haven't seen anyone else." I could not look at him as I said it, but I looked up when no reply was offered. He looked back at me knowingly, almost with resignation. Helpfully in a manly way, he said nothing. After a pause I said "Well ...., I wondered if we might want to see if we can be, you know, exclusive, for a while, to see how it goes." The silence which filled the room suggested that there might be some doubt arising about our long term future. Mark looked at me. "Flora we have a fantastic time but I can tell that you and I will never be able to share all of my life." Here was a man being cruel and dismissive. Astonishingly, as Mark spoke, he was warm and charming; how could he make me feel like he was flattering me as he dismissed me? I do not beg, and in particular I do not beg for men but for some reason I needed him to want me, even more than I had needed that before. "What can't I share? Why can't I share it? Mark, I can't think of a single thing that you could not share with me." Then quickly followed by "Christ it's not illegal is it, because maybe there are some things ....." "No, it's not illegal, but ....." I interrupted him "Well that's that. Share." He paused, touched my face and looked at me, again with that resignation, "Maybe, maybe it will be the sharing that comes between us." His hands moved to my waist and he pulled me on top of him again so I could feel his already stiff cock nudging my pussy. I slipped back down his body and his cock slipped into me. "There's nothing between us Mark. What there was between us has just slipped into me." I smiled down at him. My pussy opened up around his cock and I began to ride it. He reached up and stroked both or my nipples, then kneading them in his fingers, then he pinched them more roughly than he had ever done before. I winced. "Too hard?" he asked smiling slyly up at me. "I can take harder" I whispered still fucking myself up and down on his hard rod. He pinched my nipples harder and twisted them. I winced and he saw. "Harder" I said. I replied again with my pussy, grinding it into his cock and his balls and his pubic hair. He stretched my nipples away from my body pulling me down towards his chest. I resisted at the price of a sharp pain sweeping through my breasts, but it was swamped by a fresh escalation as he pinched the edges in sharp twisting nips. The sensitive flesh was caught hard between his fingernails sending shooting pain through my nipples and breasts I do not know how but I could feel it in my pussy too. He hurt me but I rose above it, relishing the pain which would have knocked me down if I had not been fucking. I fucked him harder, defiantly, urging him to hurt me and to fuck me. Suddenly he was behind me and I had been pushed onto my hands and knees. I was empty and aching but only for a moment before I was full again, and he was pumping into me. Mark fucked and fucked me with a relentless rhythm that was driving me on towards orgasm again. The first slap on my right cheek was another surprise, but I wanted his spunk and nothing was going to come in my way. "Harder" I panted "Hit me harder". Mark slapped the left cheek. It stung. My bravado had gone and I realised I did want it harder; I wanted my arse to burn, I wanted to feel it sting and burn. "Harder. Again. Please". More slaps fell on my bum cheeks, so they burned and stung and still he pounded into me. There was no warning before my wrists were swept from in front of me, my face was in the bed and my arms behind my back, one huge hand holding both wrists tightly. Still he fucked me. My orgasm had started to build. I moaned louder with each stroke. This spurred Mark on and his pace picked up. As I panted and moaned I could feel his cock swelling in my pussy. Mark started to come. As I felt the hot spunk squirt, I immediately came myself. As he carried on pounding, my own sticky juice flooded my pussy, mixing with his cum inside me; with each stroke our juice squirted onto the bed, like I was pissing onto my sheets. For a moment I was not sure where I was or even who I was, I was just something barely conscious being tossed around and from side to side, impaled on a cock. I collapsed on the bed. Mark finally stopped fucking me, his soft cock slipped out and fell onto my back. My arse stung from the blows. My pussy was stung red and raw from the ferocious pounding. But at least I made him give me his spunk again. The next morning I thought about what Mark had said. There was no mention of it before he left. I suppose I thought it was kind of swinging stuff or that he had a wife. Maybe he was bi or gay; he loved me playing with his arse. I had imagined I would have had time to drag something more from him, or find out if he was just letting me down gently. I did not expect the phone call at work later that day. "Do you really want to share?" "Mark I'm not going to get beaten up by your wife or gang banged by your squash club am I?" "No." I swear he laughed under his breath. "No. Listen if you want to share, come to my house at eight o'clock tomorrow. And Flora, don't bring any inhibitions." That's it I thought, it's a gang bang. The next evening just after 8 I rang Mark's doorbell. I had left work early and spent the afternoon in the bath before choosing my underwear. If I was going to be soaked in cum from 50 strange men I was going to look good while doing it. Mark opened the door. It was a warm evening and he was wearing loose black shorts and a blue short sleeved shirt which made his eyes more jewel like; God he really had beautiful arms. "Come in. Come upstairs." I had been to Mark's house once before, only for 15 minutes while he had changed his clothes on an evening we had actually made it out for more than 3o minutes. Now he led me past the drawing room where I had waited for him and then up some stairs and more stairs. I was terrified but excited. The stairs went on and around until we reached a door. Opening it we moved from a charming London terraced house to a roof top palace of glass and steel; it was completely exposed to the sky under a smoky glass roof and we looked out over the city through huge windows. There were no squash club buddies. There was not going to be a gay or even straight gang bang. But we were not alone. In the middle of the vast single room on a circular carpet was a woman resting on her knees with her hands clasped between her thighs. She was wearing a black rubber mask with dark shining hair in a pony tail sprouting behind her. She had beautiful full rounded breasts and skin that shone in the subdued light. She was naked save some black underwear. Spread out on the floor in front of her like some sort of offering were three black leather whips. For me standing in the doorway the silence was all encompassing. "So is this your wife?" "No" said Mark "This is Julia." We stepped down into the room "Mark that's not answering the question. Is she your mad wife in the attic?" "No, this is Julia. She is a friend of mine." He must have seen the skepticism in my eyes. "Is she like a girlfriend? Is she madly in love with you?" "I don't think so. Julia and I have an arrangement. She wants to be beaten, I beat her and at the end she thanks me for it. Shall I introduce you?" We walked and stood in front of the woman. "Hi" I said. "She can't hear you. She has ear plugs in her mask." I laughed "Of course she does. How silly of me not to know that. I meet people in underwear and rubber masks all the time. Is she your ... partner?" "No. Julia advertised and I replied. It said 'Submissive woman needs a release.' The first time we met she was waiting for me in a hotel room. When I walked in she was zipped up in a body bag on the floor. I still don't know how she managed to do that." Mark began to walk around the kneeling woman reaching out to stroke her hair, but she remained motionless. "She has two young children and a husband who treats her like a chattel. I don't know how she explains her absence or her bruises but we meet a few times a month, and I tie her to that post behind you and I whip her and spank her and beat her. And she shouts and wails and cries and in the end she is happy. And sometimes, but not very often we have sex. She is a fantastic lover. Isn't that right princess? " It was plainly a rhetorical question. Mark grasped her ponytail and lifted her by her hair. Julia rose gracefully and elegantly as if she were lighter than air, but she remained completely silently. " She has the most beautiful voice, but the foulest tongue." As Mark led her to the cross and strapped her on I looked around the room. Definitely a minimalist dungeon, but then again a dungeon was probably the wrong word; it was a beautiful room, all glass and sky and ..... And stuff. There was a swing suspended from the ceiling - God I remember some fun in one of those when I was a student. And a huge circular bed near the window; I was certain it had seen some action that would scare me. There was a wall of cupboards in dark wood and the floor was covered in soft rubbery stuff. Wipe clean I suppose. Looking at Julia and Mark I could see the post was not just a simple wooden post - the thick wooden pillar had moveable arms and the floor was marked by loops and chains. By now Mark had strapped Julia's stretched out arms slightly above her head. Her legs were spread and strapped at the ankle to the floor. He unbuttoned her black corset and let in fall. Then slowly and deliberately he unbuckled her mask and threw it to one side. "Hello princess." He gripped her head and kissed her full on the lips. Then he turned her head to me and bent so as to stand cheek to cheek with her. "Today I am going to share you with my friend Flora. And then we are both going to have you." Julia pulled her head from his hands and spoke in a firm stage whisper "If you think I'm going to let her fuck me you've another thing coming you perverted bastard". Mark was right, Julia had a beautiful voice; sophisticated and authoritative with a special husky charm. Hearing her speak I suddenly recognised Julia; she was a well-off schoolgirl who became an educated woman, who married well, and had then abandoned her career and had the children. Her firm flat stomach had been toned in the gym but there was no disguising the stretch marks her children had left her with or their legacy on her full round breasts. She was a woman who was now bored with her life. This what I could have become; a wife and mother. And if I had, I suppose it might have been me in the body bag or strapped to a frame swearing at a man who was about to thrash me. She had heavy diamond earrings; obviously expensive. A present from her husband? Immediately I knew exactly why she had put them on before dressing and coming to see Mark to be beaten until she was black and blue. I heard Mark speaking. "Well actually we will both have you and we will both enjoy listening to whatever you have to say it." Mark stepped back from her but to my surprise he did not reach for a meat tenderiser or even one of Julia's black straps. He took a fur glove from his pocket and he began to stroke Julia. Walking around her he stroked and kneaded her skin, taking handfuls of breast and bum cheek, before smoothing wide strokes of her on her shoulders and whispering into her ears. Julia seemed to sag on the cross so that for a moment she hung from her arms. He reached around her and undid her bra. Her breasts sagged slightly but they remained poised and attractive; they made me want to grab them and bite them. Mark's fur-covered hands kneaded her breast and nipples and spread them one each side of the wooden pillar. From Julia's tensing body I could tell that he was starting to hurt her nipples. He stretched the flesh, then twisted one enlarged nob, one way then the other with hard brutal turns of his hands. Julia winced "Fuck that hurts. Stop it you fucker." Mark did not reply, but pinched Julia's nipple harder and twisted more viciously. Mark took off his gloves. "No Julia, fuck you." He slapped at her breasts, with the front and then the back of his hand. Julia shouted back at him. Mark waited until she had finished before speaking. "Flora could you just open that cupboard behind you and pass me out a crop and some clips." As I turned I could hear the slap of Mark's huge hands on Julia's full breasts. The cupboard was bare save a brown riding crop and a pair of vicious looking metal clips linked by a chain. I gave Mark the crop. "Thank you. Can you put them on her please." Mark walked behind Julia. This was the cue for another beautifully phrased stream of abuse from Julia as she looked into my eyes; I was Mark's whore, I was a piece of shit and she would not wipe her arse with my hair. Julia had obviously heard the swish through the air before me. I was still wondering why she had stopped in mid-sentence when I heard the impact of the crop on her bum cheeks. "Flora." Mark said "Could I respectfully ask you as my delightful whore if you could put those nipple clips on this piece of meat." I stood in front of Julia and ran my hand down the side of her body, stroking the curves and savouring the soft, smooth skin. I stroked her breasts and teased her nipples. I looked in her eyes. She opened her mouth but rather than speaking she mouthed words to me "Please undress for me. Please." I held up her left breast and took her nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, then I bit it. "You fucking bitch I ...." she shouted but she was silenced again by the swish of the crop which landed home with an infectious slap. "You bastard." She shouted. I pinched the fleshy nipple and stretched it from her body then brought up the clip and fixed it. Julia's body shuddered but her eyes were clamped shut and she was quiet. The silence was broken by the sound of the crop in the air and the crack of the impact on Julia. I fixed the other nipple clip; they were vicious hard pinching clips. I lifted the chain and her heavy bosom started to rise. Julia screwed her eyes tightly and winced. I pulled the chain down and stretched Julia's nipples until the brown nipple flesh was white around the teeth of the clamp. It made by nipples hurt to see it but Julia barely winced. It made my pussy wetter. Mark's slashes continued to roll in. I stepped back from her and she must have known because Julia's eyes immediately opened. She looked at me. I stripped for her. I reached behind and unbuttoned my dress at the neck, then pulled it over my head. I spread my arms for Julia, showing my breasts pushed up and presented for her, then I turned around, bending slightly to offer my bum. I took off my bra, releasing my breasts, then stroked them: stroking the nipples then teasing them into hard knobs. There was no music but I had the percussive accompaniment from the blows on that vicious riding crop on Julia's flesh. I turned and bent over, pulling my knickers down to show my arse, then turning around I open my legs to show my bare pussy. I gave myself a little rub, before bringing my finger to my lips and licking it. "Mmmmmm, juicy. Are you juicy Julia?" All the time Julia was being beaten she seemed to be eating me up with her eyes. I walked behind her and she turned slightly to follow. "Slut." She said under her breath. Mark's erection was jutting out of his shorts. He stopped beating Julia as I got close. I reached down and grabbed the packet. "Can I have some Mark? Can I suck your cock before you beat the piece of meat again?" Then I was on my knees and sucking loudly, as loud as I could, bating Julia who was restrained and vulnerable, bating her with the sound of a slutty wet blow job that she could not be giving. I was wet and I was naked, and I wanted this woman to watch me sucking a cock. I was so wet; I used one hand on Mark's shaft and one hand on my pussy. I looked up at Mark. "Are you going to beat her more Mark, are you going to whip her?" Julia was a drug. Her sexual needs filled the room. She had hooked Mark and now she had hooked me; we were both serving her and we were both addicted to her. I was sucking cock like a porno queen while she watched and I was begging Mark to beat her. I was hopelessly caught up in satisfying Julia's need to be abused. Mark took his cock away. He pulled down his shorts and unbuttoned his shirt. Mark stood close to Julia then pushed his crotch into her. His cock was pushed hard against her bum. "No Mark don't fuck her," I said "Beat her Mark, beat her." Mark looked at me then set about Julia with hard vicious strokes of the crop, swiping across her arse, then her shoulders then her back. I stood in front of her watching her eyes, so wide open, looking at me and drawing me in, drinking me into her. Words flowed like a torrent from her mouth, abusing me, abusing Mark, cursing the ground we walked on, but her eyes just held me. I swear I was on the edge of coming just looking into her eyes, listening to the sound of Julia's voice and almost feeling the impacts on her skin. A Need for Release "Beat her pussy Mark, her pussy," I shouted, urging him on, to hurt her again and again. He turned his attention to her pussy, the crop flying through the air then snapping into her pussy. Julia screamed. Mark hit again and again, but stopped abruptly. The room was silent. Something had fallen from Julia's hand. I picked it up, it was a deep red coral bracelet, it must have been 100 years old. I had not even noticed her fist had been clenched until I saw the bracelet hit the floor. Mark had seen it fall, it was their signal and he had stopped. "God, you bastard, you fucking bastard," said Julia, her heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. Then just above a whisper she spoke. "Fuck me. Please fuck me. Please fuck me. Have me." Mark's cock was jutting out solid as a rock and big, bigger than ever. He put down the crop and moved behind Julia's panting body. He was about to take her down. I looked into her eyes and she looked back at me defiantly. "No Mark." I said "Fuck me." Julia did not even blink, she just stared back at me. I looked into her eyes waiting for her to plead with me. "I decide if you get fucked princess." Julia just stared back at me. I moved around the cross and spread out my arms and legs so I was completely covering Julia's body; my feet pressed against hers, my hands gripped her wrists and I pressed by breasts into her whipped back. I could feel the warmth from the welts and the throbbing from the bruises now rising from her beautiful skin; I pushed forward, pressing my breasts harder into her back, smelling her sweat and blood and perfume. Mark came up behind me, his pole prodding my cheeks, his fingers searching between my legs to open my pussy. "No my arse Mark. I want all of your fat cock in my arse." Julia started groaning. I moved my head close to her ear and whispered. "Did you hear that Julia, he's going to put it in my arse. I'm going to have him fuck me in my arse. I'll have him come in my arse before I let you have his spunk in your pretty pretty pussy." Mark rubbed his wet fingers on my smallest hole, spreading my pussy cream, then more wetness from his spit; he spat again and rubbed it on his cock, then he pushed. "Oh Julia, he's on the edge, oh he's in." I whispered in her ear. I opened easily to accept him; his whole length slipped into me on the first stroke. "Mark, your fat cock is all the way in my arse" I was whispering but it was a stage whisper, I wanted Julia and Mark to hear me. "Oh Julia it's in me, oh it's so deep in me. I swear it's never been so big. Thank you thank you, you've got him so big and then I get to fuck it." I winced as Mark pulled away stretching my anus, then he slowly pushed back in, this time deeper and deeper. "He's coming back in Julia, oh he's back in me all the way in me again. He's so deep I can feel his balls on my pussy. Oh Julia ....." I described it all to Julia. I gave up whispering and between moans of real ecstasy I gave Mark and Julia a commentary on the fabulous arse fucking I was being given; I told them how I wanted to suck Mark's cock deeper and deeper into me, how full that slick meat made me feel as he pushed it in, how wet my pussy was ..... Oh god how wet my pussy was, I swear I had juice running down my legs. As he pushed into me as deep as his balls would allow my hole stretched to let him in, and deep inside his cock pushed against my womb, pushing against my vagina from the inside. As my bowel struggled to push him out he was suddenly deeper in me, making me shudder and moan. Julia whimpered as she listened to my moans and Mark's moans. Mark fucked me deeply and firmly with that relentless thrusting that had made me squeal so many times before. I knew this must have been becoming impossible for Julia to bare. Between my filthy descriptions I started to taunt her. "You'd love this Julia. You'd be coming by now. You want to come Julia don't you, you want to come. Do you want me to rub your clit Julia, do you want to rub yourself Julia." But my filthy tongued commentary of the assault on my arse was becoming too much for Mark as well. The cock got fatter and the strokes got harder and deeper and faster and faster. Then I felt Mark's body tense and spasm; he paused for a second but then fucked his spunk into me. Hot spunk pumping out then being pushed deeper inside by his pistoning cock. "He's coming Julia, he's giving it to me, fuck he's coming, he's coming." And I came to, while shouting about Mark coming in me, while grinding my arse back onto Mark's rod and while trying to fuck my pussy into Julia's arse cheeks. Oh how I came. Mark could barely stand when his orgasm has subsided and was almost hanging off me. I realised that I had reached around and grabbed Julia's nipples so that I was virtually supporting myself and Mark by those vicious pinching clips. Julia was whimpering; whether in pain or frustration I do not know. After an age I spoke "Can you take her down for me?" Mark was still dazed and hesitated for a moment, then answered "Yes. Yes" Mark stepped back for a second, before going to her. He stretched up, and released Julia's arms. He bent down and released her feet. Julia stayed in place, spreadeagled. "Over here Julia, away from the post. On the floor. On your knees." My princess complied. Yes she was my princess now. I stood in front of her. "Open wide". I pushed her knees apart with my foot, first the left then the right and she fell backwards slightly until she used her hands to prop herself up. Julia was open and defenceless but still she proudly offered herself to me. I noticed the light glinting on her bald pussy lips slick with juice and almost dripping from her. I rubbed my foot on her sopping pussy. Mark's long crop was in my hand. I used it to stroke Julia's breast. The nipples went from soft to hard and huge in an instant. I tried to use the crop to lift one breast but it was too heavy and the crop bent until suddenly it flicked up the end flying past Julia's nose and for the first time she flinched. "I adore your breasts Julia. I would like to worship them." She looked up at me. "May I?" I asked. "Please" said Julia "If you want to, I would be very grateful." I scratched at her nipple with the flat loop on the end of the crop. "I will hurt them you know." "Yes I know" "Do you want me to hurt them?" "Yes" Julia was panting now, the expectation of pain was exciting her. "Tell me why Julia. Tell me why." It was a short and inelegant confession with the words barely audible over the lustful panting. How she was a dirty woman who had orgasms when people beat her and that she could not stop and that she needed to be beaten and whipped and to feel paid before she could come. The confession was brought to an end by the sound of my crop swishing through the air again to land on the pale soft incline of Julia's beautiful breast. "Thank you Julia." She was startled but for the first time that evening she did not say a word. " Silence?" I raised the crop again. This time I managed to hit straight across both nipples at once. This time just a groan. I hit again. And again and again on her fleshy breasts until they were covered in marks. Then I took hold of her breast, squeezing it, so the nipple pointed to the sky and the breast flesh overflowed from my hand. I hit the nipple with a short sharp blow. She was panting, each pant punctuated by a suppressed squeal as a blow landed. I grabbed the other breast and did the same until the nipple was nugget like and the flesh pink and raised. Julia was whimpering and groaning behind her tightly closed lips. Her energy had gone from the foul mouthed shouting and was manifest in shudders affecting her whole body and in tosses of her hair from side to side as the blows rained in on her breasts and those delicious nipples, now puffy and bruising. I switched the point of attack from her breasts to her pussy. I flicked her bald lips with short sharp blows, the lips puffed up. Julia spread her legs wider, offering up more pussy to try and dilute the blows. I started alternating between her pussy and her breasts; the crop was flying over her body dispensing short bursts of pain on her tenderest parts. My arm was hurting and I was more aroused than I have been in my whole life. Julia said nothing; the winces, squeals and groans were all quickly stifled. She took all I could give her. I was tiring and her breasts were completely red and swelling. I stopped. Had she beaten me? "Had enough Julia?" Still staying silent Julia nodded, smiling at me, she thought I could give her no more. "Well you've been so good I think I'll let you worship me. Come on now. Kneel up." I presented my princess with my pussy. She lapped away lick a cat in cream, and she feasted on my cream. This was not the first time she had done this. I was not going to be beaten by her. Julia would not be human if she would not leap at the chance of another come. "Julia. I think you can touch yourself while you lick me if you want." Her legs were immediately apart and her hand was immediately on her pussy, rubbing ferociously. She did not stop licking my pussy but in seconds she was breathing hard and her chest was heaving. The sound of her fingers sloshing on her pussy was audible above her short pants as she reached orgasm. I swear it took no more than a minute before she was moaning into my pussy and orgasming. Her body was still shuddering and her finger still fumbling on her wet clit a minute later, when she finally broke the rhythm of her licking and slumped back onto her haunches. After a second she was still reeling from her orgasm and I knew I had her. "Julia my darling, Julia." I said "Come back to me." Slowly still enjoying her aftermath of her orgasm she shuffled back to meet my pussy with her mouth again. "Open wide" Julia tried to spread her knees further apart as I had earlier instructed her. "No my princess. Open wide here" I pulled her jaw open as wide as I was able and pressed it into my pussy. Julia started to try and lick my wet wet pussy. "Shhh, just relax a second," I held her head in both hands as I stroked her cheek, "Don't worry about me, you can do that later. This is for you." I let go a short squirt but my princess did not flinch. I let another and I heard her swallow, so I let go and pissed my full bladder into her mouth. She tried to drink it in gulps but it came so quickly that she quickly lost the battle. My piss splashed over her face and her neck. It overflowed from her mouth onto her breasts where it must have stung viciously, but she did not flinch and she drank as much as she could in huge swallows. When my bladder was empty and the stream decreased to the last few drips she closed in and licked them from my piss hole; then she licked the piss from the rest of my pussy, lapping again, back to the cat of moments before. "Now you" She leant back and looked up at me. There was a pause and then I heard the sound of Julia's stream of piss hitting the floor. I looked down at her and she looked up at me as she pissed. I saw that she was at her pussy again rubbing as she pissed. I sank onto my knees in from of her, kneeling in her piss, and as the stream subsided I watched as she rubbed herself to orgasm once again. Mark picked Julia up and carried her to the circular bed, laying her gently down. I followed and lay next to her, then Mark lay next to me. I think I slept for a time, but awoke with Julia lying on me, her beautiful breasts crushing into mine, her lips gently kissing around my neck. I was aware of Mark behind her. He was fucking her slowly, his gentle motion rocking her back and forth on my body; I was their sex mattress. It was not long before their juices dribbling from Julia onto my pussy and stomach. Before morning I had been taken by Mark and by Julia, and cum a thousand times. Mark was right that the sharing would come between us. Julia was too much to share. I had to have her all to myself and I knew I would always be addicted to her. Now Julia's husband has gone. To Julia's rather reserved family I am Julia's "special friend". We live in a house, we have an au pair and Julia has a job she enjoys for the most part. Our sex life is generally quite vanilla. But occasionally Julia will book a hotel room and I will receive a room number by text, because occasionally we are both in need of release.