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London Underground Ch. 01

By: Plusher



Suzy hurries along the crowded dirty pavement heading for the tube station, it's Friday afternoon and she's finished work early, she's owed the time off; she's been working so hard recently in her high powered civil service role as a research assistant to the department of trade. Realistically she's just a well paid dog's body. Suzy has other outlets for her frustrations and the pay is really good. As she hurries past a bookies' shop she notices a young man of around twenty five standing outside smoking, he follows her lustfully with his eyes, taking in her deeply curvy hourglass figure hugged by the tight skirt suit and patent leather knee boots which comprise her autumn work uniform. Suzy smiles inwardly, briefly flashing her intense blue eyes at him as she passes, her almost permanent state of simmering arousal piquing a little at the thought of him wanting her.

She's forty-five and finally coming to terms with her changing sexual identity, welcoming her maturity and the fact that she no longer seems to be generally perceived as an overweight tart but more a confident alluring mature cougar. She's noticed in the past five years that her scattering of wrinkles and fine lines coupled with a few grey hairs among the black have significantly changed her appeal. Almost as if she's no longer invisible to the men she might actually want to fuck, no more languishing in the sexual hinterland between young and perky and the menopause. Although in many ways Suzy always gets who and what she wants fleetingly, it might be nice to have someone to have an actual relationship with..........maybe.

Suzy bustles now trying to get to the tube before the lowering October sky dumps its load of rain and soaks her through. Weaving in and out of the tourists and shoppers on the busy street, catching the legs of passers by glancing blows with her flimsy plastic carrier bag of groceries; the non-perishable makings of a sumptuous gourmet meal she plans to cook for herself on Saturday evening. She's grown fond of this in this weekend treat, indulging in a ritual of luxurious preparation. 

Smiling again, feeling a warmth spread inside her; momentarily lost in her reverie Suzy crashes into someone her shopping scattering on the dirty pavement.

"Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck!" She screams in her head as she scrabbles among the the rushing feet trying to gather her items. Starting to panic, missing a key item, she notices a large hand extended holding out a tin of Spanish smoked paprika to her.

Suzy looks up to into the smiling face of a handsome lanky lad; returning the smile she takes the tin from him and then notices her plastic bag is no more, ripped apart, a victim of the brutal pavement. She moans frustratedly and rubs her forehead; the lad. still smiling, starts to gather up her supplies in his hands. Suzy notices again that the has truly massive hands, smirking as her brain jumps to wondering if he's all in proportion; she catches a whiff of him, he smells divine!

They stand up each holding some of her shopping as he finally speaks suggesting that he accompany her to find another shopping bag. Suzy smiles up at him gauging that he must be six foot-four or five, slim but broad shouldered, short dark hair, warm blue eyes and a big friendly smile. From his casual clothes she guesses he's a student and figures he would have the time to help so she nods agreement saying, "thank you very much, there's a department store along here."

He replies "no problem I'm not in a hurry," gesturing to her to add the 2 items she's clutching to the pile in his arms.

As they make their way to the department store Suzy introduces herself and asks the lad his name; "Alexander," he replies "or just Alex."

They chat casually as they walk and soon find themselves at a large department store, Suzy leading the way to the bag section, exaggerating her natural wiggle a little hoping that Alex is watching as her full hips sway through the store; she's guessing he has noticed her body, otherwise why would he have stopped to help her?

Suzy swiftly selects a sturdy cloth shopper with a funky retro geometric print, pays for it and then holds the bag out close to the boy so he can load the items he's carrying into it. As she leans in with the bag she catches his scent again, a sensual mixture of a sharp woody cologne and his natural laddish pheromones, the musky scent of a late teen or early twenties youth causing her clit to throb. Suzy smiles as Alex places the last item into the bag and stretches his arms up and rolls his broad shoulders back loosening up after carrying her shopping, the action emphasising his triangular torso. 

Suzy catches herself wondering what he would look like naked, pressing her thighs together sharply to squeeze her throbbing clit she shudders, gazing up, thanking Alex again and insists that she buy him a coffee to repay his help. Grabbing his hand Suzy leads him from the store, giving him no choice; the lad looks a little shocked but smiles in agreement, taking the shopping bag from her with his free hand.

They exit the department store, Suzy guiding them through the crowd just as the heavens open, the fat heavy raindrops becoming a soaking downpour. They quicken their pace and Alex soon loses track of where they are as he looks down concentrating on Suzy's feet to ensure he's following. After a few minutes Suzy pushes Alex through a shadowy doorway, warning him to duck to avoid hitting his head. He's immediately hit by a wave of fragrant warmth as they enter a cosy coffee shop that he's never noticed before, pointing to a small table at the back of the room Suzy urges him to take a seat while she places their order at the counter by the door.

The building is ancient, crooked beams hold up equally uneven rough plastered walls. The antique floorboards worn smooth by the passage of centuries of feet and bearing the dark stains of who only knows what. 

Alex weaves through the tightly packed tables past lots of important looking men in business suits to the very last table in a cosy corner, he shrugs off his wet jacket and takes a seat facing the door. Before long Suzy slips into the chair opposite him at the tiny round cafe table, leaning forward she works her arms free of her sodden suit jacket, giving Alex a glimpse of her ample cleavage as she does; setting his cheeks aglow. 

As she sits up he notices that the front of her silky blouse has been made translucent by the rain, clinging softly to her full pale orbs, defining the lace of her bra, drawing his eye, spellbinding him. He cannot begin to guess her cup size, so much bigger than any breasts he's seen outside of porn.

Suzy straightens up just as the waiter arrives with their coffees; a stocky, muscular, shaven headed fellow, mid-twenties, with tribal tattoos snaking out from under his shirt sleeves and up the sides of his neck. Black flesh tunnels distending both earlobes, his name badge reads 'Sev', his appearance somehow jarring with the surroundings but Suzy smiles and greets him like an old friend, making small talk. Alex finds it odd that he, a casually dressed student, is attracting the curiosity of the exclusively male clientele but Suzy as the only woman isn't.

Suzy breaks his contemplation saying; "so, just Alex, I hope I'm not keeping you from anything important."

Taking a slurp of his cappuccino, Alex replies smiling "nothing really, I've been to the gym and was just on my way back to halls."

So Suzy was right, he is a student; a history major it transpires. Suzy tells him that the cafe had been a coffee house since the fifteenth century, when London's coffee shops were centres of commerce frequented by merchants and later evolved into the banks that the city is built on today. Alex looks around as she points out dates and initials carved into some of the ceiling beams, resolving to return another day to examine them further.

Despite his lustful thoughts towards her Alex finds Suzy easy company, as he listens to her animated chatter about their surroundings he feels warm, almost protected by her aura of confidence. He guesses she's about the same age as his mother but in her flirty demeanour she appears so much more youthful, vibrant and of course she has an amazingly fuckable curvy body and oh those breasts! He's smiling into her sparkling bright blue eyes half lost in his thoughts. Suzy is looking intently at him, her eyebrows raised. Alex realises that she must have asked him a question and is awaiting an answer although he has no idea what the question was.

Blushing slightly and lifting his coffee cup he mumbles "err, yes, of course."

Laughter burbles from Suzy; "Really!" she exclaims smiling, "well admitting to knowing how a wet bra has the ability to cause one's whole body to be chilled through should make you blush I suppose, but I suspect you were day dreaming."

Alex feels his cheeks burning crimson at being caught out and lowers his eyes to the floor shyly. Suzy's hand gently slides over his on the table as she leans forward to peer up into his face, her eyes smiling kindly she squeezes his hand gently, whispering,

"it's ok to look at my tits Alex and imagine what you might want to do to them, go on have a good look now, I've undone a button or two."

Gulping, his heart thumping in his chest Alex steals a glance. Suzy has indeed undone most of her blouse, his eyes are compelled to roam over her exposed cleavage, entranced by the rise and fall of her soft white globes as she breathes. Her creamy flesh appears to shimmer, spilling slightly over the lacy cups of her black shelf bra that seems barely able to cope with the job of corralling her fabulous breasts, he feels a tingle and a twitch as his cock begins to swell. As Alex stares at her Suzy continues to stroke his hand and watch his face as she slowly slides her stockinged foot up into his crotch, making him flinch, her toes dextrously tracing the outline of his ever hardening cock, her soft heel grazing his ball sack.

Alex's senses are in overdrive, thoughts racing;

- 'OMG! OMG! OMG! How had she known he desired her?When had she removed her boot without him noticing? How was she so sure that he would welcome her foot massaging his groin? This was so sexy, so hot; was she just toying with him, trying to embarrass him? But fuck there was no way he could bear it to stop now.' -

Suzy holds him in a magnetic spell with her sexual confidence, giving a final roll of her foot over his bulging crotch Suzy withdraws, stands up and pads away in her stockinged feet, her hips swinging like a metronome. Alex follows her with hungry eyes as she approaches the counter, has a short conversation with the waiter from earlier and then turns to walk back towards him; her blouse almost fully unbuttoned her magnificent tits jiggling with each step.

Alex's mouth is bone dry as he watches Suzy approach again, wondering why no-one but he seems to be able to see how exposed she is. Suzy reaches the table, stops level with Alex's shoulder and leaning across him she grabs her handbag, the curved swell of the top of her breast brushing his cheek lightly as she does. Alex's cock jolts at the touch of her precious flesh and he feels precum start to ooze.

Suzy whispers, "come with me just Alex," and grabbing hold of his arm she pulls him to a standing position.

Alex rises in a state of high arousal, conflicting emotions pulling him in different directions, acutely aware that his erection is obvious to anyone looking but so wanting to discover what's coming next. Telling him not to worry about his coat and her shopping Suzy guides Alex towards the opposite rear corner of the cafe, where she parts a thick red velvet curtain she exposes a heavy oak door with a digital lock. Glancing briefly at something scribbled on her hand Suzy punches in the unlock code and swings the stout door open drawing the curtain closed behind them. 

Leading Alex by the hand, she walks forward into the gloom when suddenly there is light as the motion sensors in the corners detect their presence. The lighting is subtle, hidden up-lighters bathing the rough plastered walls in a soft golden glow; three recessed ceiling spots casting strategic pools of light on the stone flagged floor, a long velvet covered chaise longue taking centre stage, Alex notices a dry sandalwood smell, a little like church incense.

The room is sparsely furnished but what's there is very high quality, low wooden cabinets line two walls and Alex notices there are some metal rings embedded in the stone floor and on the walls at various points around the room, another identical heavy door on the opposite wall is bolted from the inside. Suzy guides him to sit in the middle of the chaise while she bolts the door behind them. Alex's heart is pounding even harder as he sits, realising he's locked in an ancient windowless room with a woman who has kept him hard by mere teasing for over an hour now. So sensual and confident, exuding sexual promise, so unlike the giggly college girls he usually fucks; most of them would be considered as desirable in an obvious way, but they always seem to be needy and insecure despite their beauty.

His eyes are glued to Suzy as she approaches, halting in front of him, smiling down at him she makes an upward gesture with her hand and the light over them brightens. Placing her hands on his shoulders Suzy straddles Alex's legs and starts to undress him, pulling his t-shirt over his head, momentarily ensnaring his arms and head with the fabric she takes the opportunity to run her tongue over his nipples, inhaling again his muskiness. Her tongue now tracing up the hollow of his throat making him shiver and moan softly as she throws the tee into a dark corner. 

Suzy removes her crimson blouse exposing not just the sexy bra he'd seen earlier but a deep red satin waist cincher that beautifully enhances her hourglass figure. Alex gasps, his eyes bulging as Suzy seductively reaches back to unhook her straining bra, sighing as her voluptuous 34 JJ cup breasts swing free. She notices Alex's incredulous look and chuckles softly twisting her waist slightly from side to side making them swing lewdly mere inches from his face. He sits dumbstruck, his whole body consumed by a low sexual buzz he's never felt before, warming him and causing precum to pool incessantly at his slit.

Smiling wryly Suzy stands up and stepping back unzips her skirt, letting it fall before kicking it away, Alex's attention is drawn to her feet, she has her boots back on, he wonders when that happened, but not for long, as his eyes sweep up her strong stockinged legs to be met with the most arousing sight he's ever seen and his mind freezes in stupor. Suzy's stocking tops, suspenders and the waist cincher framing her bald pussy, soft belly and thick thighs. 

Her outer lips are pierced with several small silver rings, fine silver chains leading from them which must be fastened somehow to her waist under the cincher, the chains tension causing her labia majora to be held apart exposing her wet inner core and swollen clit, a big fat clit, bigger than he's ever seen before, almost like a tiny penis. The hood is drawn back by another thicker piercing ring exposing the dark pink bud; the salty, musky, seashell aroma of her hanging in the air between them.

Alex tries to swallow but his tongue seems glued to the roof of his mouth, he longs to taste her but it just won't co-operate. Realising that the elaborate arrangement of chains and piercing rings must mean that Suzy receives constant stimulation as she goes about her daily life; he finds he is even more aroused; imagining her at work in a meeting or on the bus or tube crossing her legs and receiving a jolt of simulation from the way her flesh is pulled. His eyes so wide they are bulging at the visual feast that Suzy hides under her work clothes; his lustful gaze roams over her, noticing that her huge dark areolae have puckered, her nipples stiffened to hard nubs, he longs to touch her but feels pinned in place, unable to act on his desires.

Smiling down at him Suzy leans forwards, her hands on Alex's knees, sensually she kisses him, softly exploring his lips with hers, tasting him with her tongue before closing the kiss and sucking his tongue into her mouth. Alex's cock now painfully turgid and leaking profusely in his pants jerks in response and he groans softly against her kiss. Her hands glide up his thighs to unfasten his jeans fly, his whole body shudders with need. Aching to be naked with this sybaritic woman but seemingly paralysed, not wanting to ruin the mood with a clumsy move, unable to truly believe what is happening.

Suzy breaks their kiss, trailing her mouth sensually downwards, kissing and nibbling her way over his triangular torso, circling each nipple, her tongue lighting fires on his skin as she goes. Dipping into his belly button wetly then continuing downwards into the creases of his groin she eases his jeans down past his knees, nuzzling the side of his scrotum as his throbbing erection finally springs free slapping wetly against his belly with a dense thwack, making him gasp.

Alex watches mutely as Suzy kneels between his thighs and parting them hefts her soft, hot, plush breasts into his lap against his purple congested balls; gazing deeply into his eyes her tongue slides up his thick veiny nine inch shaft to lave under the rim of his flared cock head. Alex balls his fists and tenses his core muscles in an effort not to cum - not yet - he's been so hard for so long now, so desperately wanting release and yet not wanting this to end, panting as his shaft vibrates.

Suzy's tongue trailing back down to suck his whole scrotum into her wet hungry mouth, her skilful tongue separating his testes as she presses her thumbs firmly either side of his perineum transferring a uniquely delicious pressure to his prostate; so many new experiences. His body stiffens further, gripping the edge of the chaise he bites his lip as hips hips jerk up involuntarily.

Swiftly Suzy pulls his foreskin brutally down stretching his frenum painfully; then using soft thin cord tied in a lasso she binds around the root of his shaft and behind his congested scrotum in a figure of 8 pattern, isolating his tumescent junk away from his body. Standing she makes eye contact with Alex, taking in his lust glazed stare as his bound shaft bobs in the air moving of its own accord in time with the profound waves of pleasure coursing through him. Smiling she tells him how beautiful he looks, the thin cord dark against his young flesh. Leaning over him once more Suzy lifts her massive tits into Alex's face, her nipples teasing his mouth, parting them she strokes a nipple down each cheek; his head thrashing side to side chasing her limpid flesh with his mouth.

Softly licking his earlobe Suzy breathes, "you need to cum don't you just Alex? You yearn to fuck me?"

Alex nods mutely swallowing hard. Smiling again Suzy kisses him deeply, cupping his face in her hands before rising, raking her nails down his chest as she sensually returns to a standing position. Bends over, her back to him, exposing her perfectly smooth sopping cunt and tight pink asshole; her arousal obvious to him, her inner thighs slick with her nectar bracing her hands on her knees she bears down.

As Alex watches her beautiful sex swelling before his eyes, a black circle appearing between her puffy inner lips, thick white cream emerging from around what is now clearly a dildo; tilting her pelvis slightly Suzy pushes the obscenely thick ribbed dildo out further and further until it plops wetly on to the floor at Alex's feet. She gasps at the loss of it, flexing her empty gaping slit in his face. 

Alex is transfixed anew by this filthy cougar slut, amazed that she has worked all day splayed and filled in this manner, his bound leaking prick aching incredibly he growls, "God, I want to fuck that..."


London Underground Ch. 01



Glancing back Suzy smiles and shakes her booty in his face; "would you like to taste me Alex?" She purrs, taking a backwards step towards him. His hands finally able to move Alex grabs her wide hips as she reverses pulling her towards him inhaling deeply, breathing in her muskiness, all of her day right there, his tongue snakes out to touch her splayed pussy.

Gasping as his tongue makes contact with her puffy slit she slides her hips up and down stroking herself on his mouth from clit to anus. Alex growls into her deliciousness sending a pleasing vibration through her groin, making her moan and press back harder, he responds by thrusting his tongue into her quaking cunt, her back arching in response as she moans. Placing her hands over his Suzy swivels in his grip to face him, smiling down at him seductively and jutting her hips forward, presenting her hugely swollen clit for his oral attention. Closing his lips around her fleshy nub Alex sucks hard his cock twitching as he feels her heat spread into his mouth.

A low guttural noise escapes her and she tips her hips backwards pulling away from him, gripping his shoulders once more she bends her knees to straddle his lap stroking her drenched vulva slowly, teasingly up and down his burning cock, just the lightest of touches, marking him with her nectar, their need sizzling between them. Alex's breathing now ragged as his cock responds; jerking with a life of it's own a dry orgasm bursts in his balls - his first ever - his congested scrotum clenching and throbbing but no product due to the cord wrapped so tightly around the root of his shaft and his sac.

Suzy slows to watch his face, his head thrown back, eyes closed, his throat flushed pink as he convulses under her. Stroking his cheek affectionally, she smiles; his eyes open, disorientation apparent as he looks at her incredulously, Suzy strokes his other cheek as his cock still throbs against her swollen labia; 

"Oh you beautiful boy!" 

She whispers, leaning forward to kiss his sweet mouth, re-ignighting his passion. Sliding forward she works the massive purple head in-between her gaping lips then tilting her hips back and upwards pops the burning glans into her, resting her weight against his perspiration glazed body, she sucks his left nipple hard as he grips her hips jerking upwards trying to penetrate more deeply.

Enjoying teasing him Suzy circles her hips lewdly coating him in her juice, making him moan and pump upwards again, then finally sinking down to meet his thrusts, taking him balls deep and holding him there clenching her muscles as his fat cock head throbs against her cervix. She exhales deeply, jolts of electric sensation sizzling through her core, connecting her clit to her painfully erect nipples.

Finally allowing herself to surrender to her burning lust she starts to ride Alex's huge cock, rocking and circling to transfer sensation between her clit and g-spot, grinding her clit into his pubis. Her nipples dragging against his hard smooth chest, transmitting prickly thrills over her skin as her orgasm starts, a deep rumble at first, building, burning causing her to clench hard willing it on, riding the crest as she fucks Alex brutally, using him as her dildo. This boy, young enough to be her son, panting hard with her as they climax together shouting out in unison; her spasming cunt rippling in waves, milking his pleasure from him, her nectar flowing freely to coat his scrotum, stars bursting behind her eyelids.

Alex's second dry orgasm sweeps over him even more intense than the first, the top of his head feels like it's been blown off. They breathe deeply together for a long moment, Alex clutching Suzy tightly still buried balls deep in her as hard as iron; his balls aching and throbbing deeply with the need to empty, to paint her, cover this luscious tart with his cum.

As if psychic Suzy slides forward in his embrace dismounting Alex's fat shaft, kissing him deeply as he groans at the loss of her. Reaching down she releases the cord binding him, softly massaging his full balls as he moans reaching out for her again. Suzy kisses him sensually, sucking and nipping at his lips with her teeth she positions herself in his groin, his sticky cock pulsating against her anus. Suzy whispers that Alex should squeeze her ample buttocks together to envelop his thick congested meat and hold on tight.

She begins to twitch her hips, wanking Alex's over sensitised member in her sumptuous ass cleavage, his mouth latching onto a thick nipple and suckling hungrily. Suzy growls, grinding her clit against his hard abs as his sliding velvet cock skin stimulates her back door; she's loving this young hardbody using her for his pleasure, mashing her magnificent buttocks together brutally as he masturbates furiously against her pink star. 

She feels him stiffen and grunt as he finally cums, holding her still, his fingers digging into her soft hip flesh as he pumps thick ropes of copious jism up her back, the first shot landing on the back of her hair so violent is his ejaculation.

Alex throbs for what seems like hours, cum still pumping from him, the heaviest load he's ever experienced, more slowly now, the final globs coating her asshole as his erection finally subsides. His body becomes limp and languid, his limbs leaden, his heart hammering in his chest as delicious aftershocks ripple through him, he closes his eyes.

Suzy smiles down into Alex's face, blissful in repose, a rosy glow warming his cheeks; she dismounts and shifts sideways to kneel on the chaise next to him. Watching affectionately as he breathes deeply, a relaxed smile playing on his lips, his hand reaching out for her, missing the closeness of her after such an intensely intimate fucking, far more so that anything he's previously experienced. So many firsts for him on this rainy Friday afternoon. Alex's eyes flicker open, struggling to focus as his smile broadens, Suzy returns his smile, softly stroking a stray hair from his forehead; 

"Hey you," she says to him, he squeezes her thigh softly in reply; "you were very impressive," she continues "want to see?"

Alex nods and sits up slightly as she turns to show him her cum streaked back and hair, 

"wow!" He exclaims, "you look beautiful." 

Reaching out he massages his thick spunk into her buttocks, she moans low at his touch, knowing she'll have to play with this gorgeous boy again.....soon.

Alex leans forward to gather the rest of his glutinous load from Suzy's hair and waist cincher with his fingers, kneeling he reaches around her soft warm body his large palms gliding along the sides of her pale pendulous globes, cupping and lifting them. Transferring the last of his semen onto her stiff dark nipples and slowly rubbing it into her skin as he nuzzles her neck; trailing light kisses between her earlobe and shoulder. Suzy shudders at his tenderness, his erotic instincts seem very advanced for one of his age. She leans back against him as his strong arms gather her into a hug and he whispers;

"Thank you."

Suzy grins, her hands stroking his arms as they embrace for a moment. 

"We should really get going," she whispers reluctant to break the mood, "what's the time?" 

Alex glances at his watch and tells her it's 5.50pm, Suzy stands up, turning to smile at him saying, 

"get dressed Alex, this place will close soon," retrieving his t-shirt and handing it to him.

Alex puts his t-shirt on and pulls up his jeans fishing his smartphone out of his pocket, watching as Suzy dresses herself he asks; 

"what is this place, I mean it's wonderful that it exists but why?"

Wordlessly Suzy approaches, smiling, reaching up on tiptoe she kisses him deeply, her sensual tongue entwining with his, a trickle of warmth tickling in his groin again. Breaking the kiss she takes his phone and enters her number pressing save then placing a call to her phone, ending it after 3 rings so she has his, 

"I'll text you later Just Alex," she says and guides him to the door opposite the one they entered through.

He glances back wondering didn't he have a coat? Suzy unbolts and opens the door onto a small lobby area where Alex notices his jacket hanging on a peg. He gapes in amazement; as if this afternoon weren't surreal enough! He shrugs it on checking the pockets as Suzy opens the ordinary looking outer door and ushers him into a dimly lit alleyway, 

"just turn left at the end and it'll take you back to the street, then go right to get to the tube, I WILL text you later."

She closes the door on him and he hears the lock turn as he stares at it in bewilderment, then shrugs and turns away. Soon back on the dusky street Alex walks towards the tube station looking at the people rushing about with new eyes, wondering if any of them could guess what just happened to him. The low buzz in his groin slowly fading, hoping Suzy texts him as she said she would, needing for this not to be the last time he sees her.

*

After locking the two doors behind Alex, Suzy opens a drawer in one of the low cabinets and takes out an obscenely ribbed girthy black dildo identical to the one she expelled earlier that still languishes on the rug in front of the chaise. Lifting her left foot onto the cabinet and hitching up her skirt she slides the new dildo into her well fucked gaping cunt, sighing as she does so, the friction of the ribbed surface causing her swollen walls to spasm, re-lubricating her slit. She crosses the room to retrieve her handbag, kicking the other dildo under the chaise as he goes, the cleaning team can deal with that.

With a last glance around the room she unbolts the door and emerges back into the cafe, it's dark womblike interior redolent with the reek of sperm, heavy velvet curtains shield the windows from the attentions of passers by. The besuited men from earlier are still there, some adjusting their clothing, some still stroking as Alex's spectacular cum shot repeats endlessly on the large plasma screen by the front counter, the camera angle varying as it has been edited for best effect. Suzy looks around for Sev the tattooed waiter and catches him emerging from under a table, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand; his face flushed, a slight glisten of spunk on his bottom lip. He catches her eye and nods as his patron drops three bronze coloured pentagonal tokens engraved with the letters GoH onto the table top.

Sev quickly swipes the tokens and glares at the man, 

"three! is that all?!" The man shrugs and Sev turns away muttering, "next time I'll fucking bite it off - you avaricious prick!"

Suzy follows Sev to the counter where he hands her an ancient wooden bowl, she walks around the room visiting each man in turn holding out the bowl as they drop tokens into it. An older distinguished looking man places a clear holographic token into her bowl, the hologram depicting a giant erection spurting repeatedly as the token is tilted. Suzy raises her eyebrows smiling, the old man nods to the floor where a huge pool of pearly goo adorns the ancient wood; curtseying she moves on.

Soon her bowl is full and Suzy returns to the counter where Sev decants her token haul into a silky black pouch and hands it to her along with her jacket and shopping bag, she smiles and thanks him, 

"the cleaners will be busy tonight," she observes.

Sev smirks shaking his head, 

"fucking wankers!" He quips.

"Will I see you on Sunday Sev?" Suzy asks. 

He nods emphatically grinning. Extracting a bronze token from her pouch Suzy drops it into the tip jar on the counter, winking at Sev as she lifts the latch and exits onto the street; it's just starting to rain again and Suzy turns up the collar of her jacket, hurrying towards the tube.



London Underground Ch. 02



****AUTHOR'S NOTE**** this chapter mainly explains about the Guild of Hedonists, the token system and lays the foundations for the rest of the story. If you want to get off quickly this chapter will not be the best for that purpose but hopefully you will want to read it anyway to continue Suzy's story - there is some hot action towards the end though. 

Thank you all so much for your votes and comments, there's still so much more to come from Suzy and her Guild friends... 

*

Suzy finally reaches her door, soaked to the skin. The Friday evening rush hour tube and surface train had both unbearably packed and humid so she is glad to emerge into the cool misty drizzle at Hornsey station. She takes her time over the half mile walk home to her second floor flat in a converted red brick house close to Alexandra Park, enjoying the fresh air despite the fine rain penetrating her clothing and soaking her hair; chilling and yet refreshing at the same time. The flat is a quality conversion done by the former owners of the house who had decided to divide it into flats on their retirement fifteen years earlier and who till live in the basement flat now. Being aware of how noisy flats could be they had ensured only the best insulation and soundproofing materials were used and now when she closes and locks the door behind her she can enjoy perfect quiet or the loudest music without either being disturbed by or disturbing her neighbours. 

The entire top storey of this narrow Victorian villa is hers, owned outright, mortgage free, the final payment made three years ago sealing the deal. The faded grandeur of Alexandra Palace just visible from her bedroom dormer window in the eaves, the view she is hoping to grow old with. Tonight Suzy closes the solid fire door with a sigh, happy to shut out the turmoil of the outside world, needing time to think about the events that had unfolded earlier that afternoon. There have been many similar encounters in the past five years but today was different; Alex felt different, showed potential that outshone his years. Flipping the light switch near the door she steps into her compact kitchen, dumping her handbag, shopping and the mail on the counter top then unzipping her boots she carries them into the bedroom, dropping them in a corner. 

She takes coat hangers from the wardrobe and sheds her soaked skirt suit hanging it up on the curtain pole over the radiator to dry, she peels off her wet blouse, lace bra and unsnaps her stockings from the red satin waist cincher, rolling them off her sturdy legs. Unhooking the busk front of the corsetry to expose her soft flesh and the tight fitting thick silver chain at her waist biting into her skin, leaving red marks, a pattern she will wear for hours after she releases the chain. 

This waist chain she has worn daily for the past four years, the first year against her will the other three willingly, not feeling complete without it's caress around her. It anchors the eight fine chains that connect to her labial piercings, six fanning out from either side of her waist, three left, three right and two running down from the rear over her full buttocks, slacker than the front ones to accommodate sitting but all eight tensioned perfectly to keep her splayed and available. 

Suzy runs her hands over her silky flesh, warming up now that she's out of her wet clothes, her finger tips stroking lightly under the chains feeling the indentations they have left, snagging on the tackiness left behind by Alex's copious cum shower, a wistful smile on her face as her nipples stiffen involuntarily at the memory and the thrill of her own touch on her sensitive skin. Reaching for a remote controller on her night stand Suzy clicks on the twenty seven inch iMac that hangs on the wall opposite her bed, acting as both TV and internet port. She settles on the king size bed arranging pillows behind her as the broadband connects, automatically loading the sleek black white and red GoH homepage. A looping gif of the same silvery spurting cock device used on the holographic twenty token piece that the old man in the cafe had given her flipping over and over in the centre of the page as it loads. 

The page steadies and using the remote cursor Suzy clicks on the news feed to find out why her friends have been up to. Unexpectedly seeing her performance with Alex there, pinned to the top of the feed, constantly streaming. Skilfully edited to a thirty minute hardcore entitled "lush cougar Topsy B Fox schools hung cub." The action switches between the five cameras hidden in the room to show the most tantalisingly explicit detail; of course she knows how to play to this particular room, where the cameras are and what the coffee shop clientele like to see. The stream cuts in at the point where she has dropped her skirt and Alex's eyes are bulging as he takes in the full glory of her. 

Suzy chuckles and settles back against the pillows to assess the editing job and also to have another look at that gorgeous boy and his delicious eager young cock that is now filling the screen as it springs up onto his belly in slow motion. Moving the cursor to the toolbar above the vid window she clicks on the word 'EDIT' to show her appreciation of the editors skills; above the word the number 21 clicks over to 22 registering her vote, glancing across the row of scores she notices the 'PERF' score is climbing steadily, at 89 already and the stream has only been live for an hour. 

A comment ticker scrolls across the bottom of the screen, colour coded to indicate which area the comment relates to, performance feedback shows as a bright violet colour and there seems to be a lot of comments relating to her: "Topsy is spoiling this boy", "he'll never settle for a quickie again."

"Watched this twice now, cum twice, still rock hard." 

"Topsy for home cumming queen!" 

"Saving this! Damn! I'll never be token rich while she teases like this!"

"Let's have more of the boy, he really brings out something great in Ms Fox:" 

Being examples of the more eloquent ones. 

The fact that a scene so recent and impromptu is front page news is amazing, especially as the ever popular Friday Dungeon Club is in full swing at various locations around the city, featuring GoH elite and international guest performers. A warm glow washes over Suzy as she watches her virtual token (VT) count climb in the top right corner of the screen as viewers elect to download her vid, the tokens it costs them swelling her VT coffers. Not knowing yet what she'll spend her new found wealth on but very happy to be able to have a wider choice than ever before; maybe she'll earn enough to afford a bespoke latex outfit from one of the more exclusive designers the GoH has to offer, or perhaps some more jewellery? 

She muses, absently stroking and tugging the rings on her labia sending a sweet thrill to her core making herself squirm, her cunt spasming around the dildo buried deep, juices flowing to coat her folds once more. She feels she would find a ladder of bars along her perineum, a guiche ladder, very stimulating or maybe a tongue stud....

Suzy suddenly shivers and realises that the room is chilly. Leaving the video of herself and Alex still streaming in the background she gets up to close the curtains and opens the wardrobe next to the window. On the backs of the wardrobe doors are twin red velvet pads fitted with hooks and pegs to hold jewellery, the left hand side pad is empty, four hooks evenly spaced along the top. Wanting to get in the bath to warm up Suzy reaches down and unclips the eight slender chains from the rings in her fleshy lower lips, she sways softly side to side allowing the chains to brush against her soft flesh as her labia slowly descend to their natural alignment, making a soft tinkling sound as the two rows of piercing rings clash together. 

Suzy's hands now travel behind her to unscrew the clasp that fastens her waist chain, the larger link with a cylindrical screw lock and the two attached elliptical links that can hold a padlock across the crew lock. The weight of the chain in her hands now, finally releasing it's grip on her flesh after 14 long hours, a glance in the dressing table mirror confirming the deep patterning of her skin. Suzy hefts the chain, it always feels much heavier in her hands than in it's proper place, carefully she loops it over the four vacant hooks on the velvet pad, tuning her eye catches the exquisite silver items on the opposite velvet pad; the gifts from her mentor Niall, Silver Wolf in GoH parlance, this jewellery is so intricate, so beautifully made it still takes her breath away despite her mixed feelings concerning it's donor. 

Her eyes roam over the three small filigree padlocks, so detailed, appearing to be more holes than metal and yet so strong in use with their corresponding fine silver keys. Two other items adorn the red velvet, the first a delicate silver hawser. The finest silver wires plaited into cords which have then been braided together and twisted to give strength and flexibility in use, the ends of which have slim loops sheathed in solid silver to facilitate being locked by one of the padlocks, so much work is in this piece but yet the hawser is a mere 3mm thick. As she looks at it Suzy's hands involuntarily travel to the rings in her outer lips and she recalls being sealed and locked shut by this strong silver cord and a filigree padlock. She shivers at the memory a dull throb settling deep in her as part of her yearns to belong again................ 

The final item is the piece de resistance; a fabulously ornate yet very strong filigree silver collar, designed to lay flat against her collar bones. Made from a single flattened tube of silver, beaten thin, with a pierced design. Thick solid silver torque style shanks leading from the superbly detailed front piece ending in twin links at the back to accommodate the third padlock. The decorative front of the collar is a pierced celtic knot work pattern reminiscent to Suzy of the Elvish jewellery described in the Lord of the Rings books. In the centre the knot work focusses on a rondel containing a raised hand and two paws, one large one small - the hand enamelled in red, the symbol of Ulster, Niall's homeland; the smaller paw in rose gold to denote a fox and the larger paw diamond cut silver to denote a wolf. They had made a fine couple Silver Wolf and Topsy B Fox for the time she had worn that collar............

Suzy smiles softly shivering again at the memory then closing the wardrobe door makes her way to the bathroom. Turning on the taps in her deep roll top purple enamel bath and selecting a patchouli scented oil she moves through her bathing ritual instinctively: Mixing the bath oil into a foaming agent, lighting candles, putting Act 3 of Madame Butterfly on the CD player, placing a huge fluffy towel onto the heated towel rail before pinning up her shoulder length ebony hair and slipping into the hot bubbly water with a soft sigh. Her neck supported by an inflatable towelling bath pillow, her arms resting on the edges of the deep bath a position that allows her body to float, such a delicious relaxing feeling. 

As she floats cocooned in the soft embrace of the fragrant silky bathwater, the beauty of Puccini's tragic love story swirling around the room, she relaxes and allows her mind to wander as her hands slide from the edges of the tub to stroke her hairless smooth skin. The laser hair removal treatment she has spent the majority of her token income on, so worth it, her armpits, legs and pubis now totally bald. 

Her addiction to laser began with Niall paying for her outer labia to be treated in preparation for her piercings four years ago, in fact he paid for most of her vulva and perineum too. She then continued to fund it herself until she was smooth everywhere she wanted to be, so liberating to know that she need never have to shave or wax again. Feeling her muscles start to unknot she idly toys with her voluptuous body, her massive breasts floating independently on the bubbly surface of the bath, her hands softly jiggling them weightlessly, she imagines this must be how implants feel, buoyant and full. 

Suzy's mind strays again to her earlier adventure and she realises that she really does want to see Alex again, he had shown her such sensual promise. Not just compliance and youthful exuberance but flickers of an instinctive erotic intelligence that if she's right could lead him either into a life of frustration or deep fulfilment, she is fairly confident that she could convince Alex to take the latter route and is sure that she will at least try. He would be an asset to the GoH, the Guild of Hedonists, or simply the Guild as it's known to members. She decides there and then to ask him to meet up the next day, Saturday, and resolves to gauge his suitability for and openness to the concept of the Guild.

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The Guild of Hedonists has a vast history, originally one of the medieval Guilds of London from the fourteenth century. Known then as the Guild of Prykswains (literally cock workers or cock lovers) the Guild was formed to encompass the keepers of brothels, bawdy houses and those in positions of influence who liked to make use of such amenities. The annual subscription fee buying anonymity and protection plus access to the most skilled whores and finest physicians of the time; although a course of leeches, however pernicious, would not cure herpes, syphilis or gonorrhoea. During the puritan age the Guild went underground, literally, and some of those medieval crypt like venues were still in use today and had been used by those in the know to keep safe during events such as the Great Fire of London in 1666. 

It's name has changed several times, most notably becoming the Guild of Fornicators for about a century and a half, but finally settling on the Guild of Hedonists in the late Victorian era when the Guild high council of the time decided a less inflammatory, more generalised title would be appropriate following the Jack the Ripper cases. In fact the hierarchy of the late victorian Guild were in great conflict when Oscar Wilde was jailed in 1895. Some members felt that the Guild should pull some strings to help Wilde while others still feeling the fear and uncertainty that surrounded the Guild during the Ripper murders in 1888, when it had retracted to all but a few members who retreated again to the ancient underground haunts, fought to avoid them coming to public notice. Oscar did receive regular visits in Reading Gaol from Guild members during his sentence however. 

Throughout history there had been many famous and infamous Guild members, from Nell Gwynn, Samuel Pepys and Lord Byron to more recently actors, rock stars, artists and photographers of the 1960s, 70s and 80s. The HIV/AIDS crisis in the1980s also hit the Guild hard. While ostensibly a secret society there has been sufficient crossover between those in power and members of the Guild that there are times when discretion has been the only safe course of action. 

Most recently they have been obliged to fight off interest from culture tourists spurred on by the Harry Potter books and Dan Brown's bestsellers to seek out ancient symbols and ciphers in London's streets and buildings. Ironically, diverting attention from Guild haunts and activities has proved easier in the 21st century than ever before; current membership levels are high and a diverse cross section of skills and professions are represented, particularly in cyber space. Anyone searching online for the meaning of certain symbols they had discovered in particular ancient buildings will only see what the Guild want them to see. 

Despite having some high profile internationally known members, the Guild solely operates within the 28 Metropolitan Boroughs of the County of London and of course the ancient Cities of London and Westminster themselves. Its unique venues, events and craftsfolk will only conduct Guild business for members within those bounds. The Guild looks after its own and can provide enough business from members to keep enterprises like the silversmiths who created Suzy's jewellery, padlocks and chains comfortably off, while allowing them a unique work/life balance. The Guild is both landlord and employer to it's web developers, technicians, venue staff and clean up teams. There are of course many members who are not employees, like Suzy, Niall and many others, however active Guild membership is only valid within the geographical bounds of the historic County of London. 

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As the soaring emotional climax of Con onor muore, the final aria of Madame Butterfly, breaks her reverie Suzy pulls the bath plug letting the now luke-warm water drain away. Standing up she pats her skin dry with a huge fluffy towel; spritzing her body with a fragrant dry oil before cleansing her face with luxury lotions, cleaning her teeth and returning to her bedroom in a soft towelling robe. The iMac screen is still showing herself and Alex, comments and votes still coming in, both the latex and the piercings now easily affordable. Suzy smiles as she watches herself sink down onto Alex's straining tool on the screen, her cunt instinctively twitching, gripping anew the dildo that she had forgotten about buried deep within. A warm feeling wells inside her, one she has not felt in a long time and she welcomes it. Reaching for her phone she thumbs in a text message to Alex as she had promised she would: 

- 'sleep well just Alex, have sweet wet dreams and I'll call you tomorrow, Suzy x.' - 

Pressing send she flicks back to the Guild website home screen looking for some likely wank material, she feels that somehow it would be too arrogant to get off to her own performance. She scans the selection of vids available, including the premium offerings from Guild high rollers that cost tokens just to view. As tonight's highest online VT earner she can choose to view and download any content for free until dawn, her performance with Alex has automatically been added to her personal archive. As she browses she muses whether to remove the black Guild dildo and break out one of her own bespoke toys, specially crafted to fit and stimulate her cunt. She feels she's given the Guild researchers enough quality data today and so she can afford to sleep without the biometric. 

The Guild dildos are not compulsory but are an easy way to earn tokens as they collect biometric data from the wearers via Near Field Communication or NFC chips. Users carry personalised NFC tags and the data is used to inform studies on human sexual responses in a range of activities and scenarios. They may be used by both males and females and there are other types of biometric devices available including cock rings, anal probes and urethral sounds. 

Suzy had spent the majority of the year from being sponsored into the Guild by Niall to having her piercings wearing a chastity device that included a pencil slim vibe, neither wide enough nor long enough to stimulate her adequately and held static by an exquisitely engineered articulated harness so as to prevent her from being able to grind against it in any way. An exquisite torture for a size queen like her, designed by Niall to keep her in a state of frustration so she would constantly beg for his unfeasibly girthy dick. She now wore the biometric to remind herself that she need never be so tormented again........unless she chose to of course. 

Standing up and shrugging off her robe Suzy bends her knees and bears down to expel the thick black solid dong, catching it in her hand and sealing it in an antibacterial bag so she can take it with her on Sunday evening and exchange it for some new ones. She keeps a stock at home of course but there are always replacements available at Guild venues. Her muscular cunt walls rippling as they always did at the emptiness, almost in anticipation, almost as if her body was trained to expect a good fucking whenever the biometric wasn't present. 




London Underground Ch. 02



Suzy opens her bedside drawer to reveal a selection of beautifully crafted sex toys: dildos, vibes, nipple clamps, a soft suede flogger and her clit pump. Most of them gifts from lovers over the years but her favourite, the one she needs right now, she commissioned from the Guild's master toymaker herself to fit her inner contours perfectly and have all the features she requested. It cost her dearly in tokens but was so so worth it. If it wasn't for her deep primal need to be penetrated by real flesh, to feel the weight of a lover, the breath sweat and heartbeat of a partner, to sense and watch the human responses of her playmates, she could imagine she could easily just frig herself senseless with this one toy until she passed out from dehydration day after day. 

The toy now in her grip is an amazingly lifelike double ended phallus, one end a fat 8" cock coated with 'realskin' latex, complete with foreskin that glides realistically and a hollow pee hole. Anyone who had seen it was stunned at it's realism. The other end has a more unusual look due to its anatomically correct styling and is made from soft jelly like silicone. Between the two shafts is a bulbous oval of 'realskin' latex that has also been moulded, to fit Suzy's vulva this time, a clit cup with a soft ridge running up the middle is perfectly located so that when the anatomical shaft is buried deep inside her, her swollen exposed nub is exquisitely stimulated by the slightest motion. 

The elongated oval shape follows the external contours of her labia, incorporating a drain hole for her fluids which connects to the hollow urethra of the external dong. If her orgasm is intense enough to cause her to squirt she can ejaculate, she has also peed this way in the past. The curved oval ends in a soft covered flexible tail piece, vaguely penis shaped, about 6" long designed for anal stimulation should she require it. The final embellishment of the oval being a huge, heavy scrotum which is filled with a thick water based gel that expands at body temperature.

Suzy cups the massive ball sac and squeezes, watching with glee as the gel is transferred into both the internal dong and the anal probe making them swell and elongate, the hydraulic force of the gel entering the cunt probe causing a massive mushroom head to materialise, exquisitely engineered to swell in exactly the right place and to exactly the right size to stimulate her g-spot. Her mouth is watering, aureolae puckering and pussy clenching at the thought of the intensity of climax that awaits her. Now she tests the vibe controls embedded into the oval, tucked away behind the scrotum, the flush click buttons allowing her to control whether the anal probe is activated or not and also the intensity and pattern of vibrations. She selects a pattern that alternates vibrations between the clot cup, cunt and anal dildos at a medium intensity to start with, releasing her grip on the scrotum Suzy waits for the gel to return to the rubber ball sack while she finalises her viewing choice. 

Eager to get going now she settles back gloriously naked against the pillows and clicks her remote to begin viewing. She's chosen a man/woman/man threesome that she is fairly sure will end in a traditional airtight spit roast situation but from her knowledge of the men involved and the title she's thinking there'll be some boy on boy action too. There's little Suzy enjoys watching more than two fit men make out, kissing, sucking and rubbing against each other, especially as a precursor to enjoying a luscious female together. She clicks play on the vid and is transported to the interior of one of the Guild's plush underground playrooms. 

There are vast sections of disused tube tunnels and deep level shelters running under London that are used for diverse purposes including 3 or 4 locations that belong to the Guild along with their corresponding surface buildings, this particular scene takes place in one of these bespoke locations. The room's wide angle camera shows a huge red covered bed about 12 feet square, a beautiful slender young woman whom Suzy vaguely recognises reclines against the shiny black latex upholstered head board naked apart from latex thigh highs and elbow gloves. The woman's thighs splayed to expose her hairless fuckholes, her nipples erect and dark crowning her perfectly pert C cups, the camera taking a tour of her lithe form in intimate close up. 

Suzy carefully parts her fleshy ringed labia to slide the toy deep inside, an involuntary sigh escaping as she is filled by the cool rubber, her hands ensuring that the toy is seated properly hugging her contours. She squeezes the enormous heavy balls between her hands forcing the gel to travel upwards, the mushroom head blooming right where she needs it as the anal probe unfurls against her tight anal opening insistently. Suzy wriggles allowing it to invade her, another squeeze ensuring it's at full extension as the low vibrations ripple in waves between the clit cup, inflated g-spot dong and throbbing anal probe. 

On the screen two nicely muscled handsome men have joined the woman on the bed, kneeling in front of her facing each other, their eyes glazed with lust as their turgid erections bob in the air between them, they begin kissing erotically. Their hands exploring each others' hard torsos, fingers trailing lightly over defined muscles, stiff nipples, stroking each others smooth skin teasingly, finally finding each others' leaking pricks and beginning to caress each other using long slow strokes. The camera angle shifts again focusing now on the woman, her eyes bulging, swallowing hard as she watches the guys making out. One latex clad hand on her breast, long slim fingers rolling her nipples sensually, the other hand stroking her sopping cunt lips, working a latex covered finger in and out between her silky folds, gliding it over her clit, her nectar pooling on the bed. 

Suzy squeezes the scrotum of her toy rhythmically as she watches, making the twin internal probes pulse, leaking just as much as the woman in the vid. She twists the top of the empty ball sack to seal the gel into the main body of the vibe, her fingers instinctively finding the control buttons and increasing the vibrations. 

Her hands free to roam now she mirrors the woman on screen, one hand hefting a huge heavy breast undulating her fingers in turn to cause her ample flesh to ripple before gripping and rolling the sensitive bud of her nipple with thumb and fore finger, raking her middle fingernail over the deeply puckered dark aureola she gasps as her other hand finds the lifelike cock that juts obscenely from between her thighs. The men in the vid are now lying entwined together on the huge bed, still kissing they grind their straining cocks together. As Suzy watches they shift positions into 69 pose and lap hungrily at each others slimy precum coated cock-heads, greedily tasting each other. The screen splits in two, close up cameras closely following their expert tongue work over their glossy glands. 

Suzy grips the external cock tightly and strokes it up and down, foreskin gliding, forcing it back brutally as she is transfixed by the sight of the guys sucking each other. With each stroke the internal engineering of the shaft increases the swell and bloom of the rubber probes nestled inside her urging her to wank her cock faster, giving longer strokes, squirming as she does. Mashing her tit in her fist now, bucking her hips to ride the perfect stimulators, her orgasm bursts upon her simultaneously from her clit, g-spot and anus, a single throbbing wave of intense pleasure ripping through her body, causing her to shout out as her body jerks forward. Her fist still pumping hard at her beautiful fake cock, transferring the thrusting to the vibes causing the second wave of pleasure to erupt in her g-spot, the spasm so intense she squirts; leaving her flushed and panting; the final pumps of the external cock spraying her juices onto her belly in mock ejaculation. 

Suzy slumps back as dense aftershocks throb deeply in her groin, her cunt clenching the massive dong in waves so intense her external cock throbs with the reverse hydraulic effect, a final drop of her nectar being forced from the tip to sit glistening on the enormous rubber crown. The boys on her screen are deep throating each other now as the woman has her entire latex covered fist buried inside her cunt, her wrist slick with juices as her skin flushes, her climaxing quim now filling the screen, thick white cream escaping from around her wrist as she quakes.

Suzy is enthralled but exhausted, she quickly selects pause then download to save the rest of this delicious scene for later, sliding down her pillows, her hand still on her cock, thumb spreading that moisture bead around as she clicks off the vibrations. She notices her phone screen flash on the nightstand with an incoming text message from Alex, a smiley face with the words

'looking forward to it.' 

She smiles lazily, clicking off on the remote and pulling the duvet over her splendid nakedness she drifts into a post orgasmic slumber, her perfect toy still buried deep inside.



London Underground Ch. 03



***** AUTHOR"S NOTE - thank you all for your votes and comments, hopefully you'll like this chapter just as much *****




A shaft of weak autumn sunlight penetrating between the bedroom curtains rouses Suzy from a deep dreamless sleep, her mouth is dry but she feels rested, her limbs loose and languid, she rolls onto her back pressing herself against the mattress as she stretches and yawns. Raising herself on one elbow she reaches for her phone to check the time, 10.15 am, the text alert from Alex still on her home screen, a reminder to call him. 

Smiling she grabs the remote controller eager to check her overnight ratings; as the screen warms up Suzy's gaze is caught by the a bulge under the covers, she grins widely as she remembers she is still wearing her super toy; she steals a peek under the duvet, the sight of the  fabulously realistic phallus sending a thrill through her, her cunt clenches around the massively swollen internal dong causing a flood of lubrication, she wriggles sensually, her thighs pressed together as the nerve endings in her muscular walls awaken. 

The Guild homepage has fully loaded now and amazingly she and Alex are still headline news, rating higher than anything else in the past 24 hours. The film cuts in as she is on her knees in front of Alex, tasting him for the first time, the sight of his beautiful member making her clit throb, her hand trailing down her body she grasps the rubber cock at its root, her middle finger pushes the vibe control behind the still empty scrotum holding it down to accelerate the sensations internally to an extreme intensity, pressing the oval pad hard against against her slit, knees raised, thighs splayed wide Suzy pumps the cock with a punishing rythym, the vaginal probe swelling and throbbing in response, bumping her cervical opening and creating waves of pressure against her full bladder, her clit tingling deliciously from the vibrations and the effort of holding her urine in. 

Closing her eyes she focuses on the sensations as blood rushes to swell her cunt, still so sensitive from the night before, jerking her hips upwards pumping into her fist like a horny boy; loving that she can wank this way, pulling her cock to cause exquisite penetration, so ironic and delicious. The sounds of Alex's arousal on the film washing over her as her strokes become short and fast rocking her hips now her clit gliding over the textured pad it's pressed against until a slow rolling orgasm breaks over her like a wave, her hips raised taughtly, buttocks clenched as she spasms grinding the toy into her. Fuck that was goooood! 

Many times she had witnessed Niall's furiously intense morning wank, just a routine morning function to him, a need to be addressed like shaving or dressing, but it never seemed to move him like that had. He never wanted to fuck in the mornings, was always grumpy and dismissive, even at weekends, that she didn't miss at all!   

Panting Suzy opens her eyes; she desperately needs to pee, a delicious thought crosses her mind and she hops out of bed and heads naked to the bathroom, her heavy breasts swinging above her incongruously impressive erection as she hurries. Sitting on the toilet seat facing inwards toward the cistern she leans forward so her prosthetic prick is pointing below the rim and holding it in place with one hand she lets loose her pee slowly, smiling gleefully as she's peeing like a man, an unexpected sexual thrill shivering between her clit and her nipples as she watches the pee cascade into the water. 

finishing her ablutions Suzy crosses to her luxurious shower cubicle, her stomach rumbling she realises she hasn't eaten since lunchtime the previous day, stepping under the steaming cascade and releasing the gel back into the scrotum of her toy, deflating it she finally withdraws it with a sigh, letting it fall into the dark slate shower tray, she'll clean it properly later and set it to charge. Reaching for her favourite Neal's Yard Apothecary luxury shower cream she lathers her skin creating clouds of fragrant bubbles her hands gliding over her flesh as her mind wanders.........   

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The only other time she's peed wearing the toy was at a Guild Sunday session about a year earlier when she'd not long had it. Sev had convinced her to wear it out and she'd spent the whole weekend getting acquainted with it until on Sunday afternoon she bathed in preparation, then dressed with the toy in place, the balls full and the anal probe retracted. To ensure it's security and avoid any worries about losing it she had threaded the fine silver hawser though her piercing rings in a criss-cross fashion and secured with one of her tiny silver padlocks. 

Wearing a pair of PVC chaps and a peephole PVC bra Suzy had accompanied Sev to the Sunday gang bang session where she had demonstrated the toy's effectiveness while watching a group of Sev's acolytes cavort on a huge bed, all young nubile lads in their early 20s coupling and tripling as they desired, a writhing mass of wet mouths, turgid cocks and willing assholes; kissing, sucking, wanking and fucking at will, rolling around in each other's cum as the orgiastic frenzy possessed them. 

Sev and Suzy sat side by side watching intently; he with his hand working her cock and squeezing her balls, growling a filthy running commentary in her ear while she stared, transfixed by the scene, viciously rolling and puling at her nipples through the leather peepholes until they were sore, swollen and bruised, obscenely so, almost as if she had been flogged. While Sev was pleasuring her his monster of a cock was being worshipped by one of the older Guildsmen who frequented the coffee shop where he worked. 

The man, in his late 60s she estimated, was naked except for a leather harness holding a steel cock and ball cage in place, a urethral probe and steel anal plug completed the configuration to render him powerless and wanting; although holding Sev's unfeasibly thick 13" monster shaft in both hands, stroking it firmly and rhythmically, while rubbing Sev's copious precum all over his face seemed to be causing a painful looking swelling and some seepage inside the steely confines. 

Sev's cock is disproportionately big, especially in relation to his compact stocky frame; he's a real freak of nature and before his induction into the Guild sex had been repeatedly unsatisfactory for him, in fact he'd never achieved full penetration. On this occasion however the writhing man orgy was making his asshole throb, he longed to be butt fucked 'til he sprayed like a fountain. 

Directing the old man's face to Suzy's rubber cock he lubed it up in the caged one's mouth while he unhooked and discarded Suzy's bra; cupping her huge limpid globes and laving them all over with his tongue before drooling spittle into her cleavage. Finally Sev straddled Suzy's huge rigid phallus, still suckling her tits hungrily as he teased his hungry asshole and perineum with her massive spit covered toy; the old man kneeling back now watching closely as Sev sank slowly down onto Suzy's fat cock, nestling his own monster shaft between her swollen double J's, mashing her drool covered tits together as he began to hump, revelling in the dual sensation of her never failing fat crown against his prostate and the slick sliding electric thrill of fucking her sumptuous cleavage, panting in her ear for her to fuck him, to make him her bitch. 

Suzy tensed her thighs, just using her hips to thrust upwards, gripping Sev's muscular buttocks, each thrust sending wave after wave of pleasure through her, the silver hawser pulling her piercings as she moves, sharp twinges of pain amplifying and harmonising with the internal thrusting and swelling; catching glimpses of the frantic clusterfuck as Sev moves against her. 

In her head she's in that pile of writhing maleness, her everlasting erection spearing whomever she fancies; fucking like a man with wild abandon, her hips bucking brutally now, she's aware of Sev releasing her tits and leaning backwards sinking down even further on her shaft; his hands a blur over his massively congested purple glans as he erupts in the most spectacular cum shower Suzy has ever witnessed. so violent is his ejaculation that five or six thick gloopy ropes shoot clear over his head landing on the old man's upturned face as he kneels before them. 

The clenching of Sev's asshole around her prick is so strong it causes an intense tsunami of swelling and thrusting in her spasming cunt and Suzy grunts and bucks to her own crashing orgasm. They stay coupled in afterglow for a long moment, both clenching and releasing, savouring the throbbing aftershocks; Sev's liquid snake at half mast now, leaking the last of his seed against her belly. 

Smiling Sev lifts Suzy's hand to his lips and kisses it while dismounting her in one swift movement, his free hand reaching down to gather the rest of his cum from her soft flesh and with a flick of his wrist spattering the old man's chest with it, gesturing to him as he exclaims: 

" just look at the filthy old fuck fucker covered in my muck!" Laughingly gazing into Suzy's eyes Sev asks; "can you piss with that Suze? He looks like he needs hosing down."   

"I think so," she answers chuckling, "I've never tried, but it is designed to be able to."

Gripping her elbow to help her up Sev urges Suzy to try; she realises her bladder is full and holding the cock tightly against her throbbing vulva she tilts her bum up and back to direct the cock towards the cum stained old man who licks his lips in anticipation, a look of abject longing in his eyes. Urged on by the old Guildsman's expression and Sev's eagerness Suzy releases her bladder, watching in amazement as a pale stream of urine soon erupts from her prosthetic, bathing the elder who has shuffled forward on his knees to be sure of a good baptism, his eyes closed he turns his face in her stream, cleansing himself of Sev's thick semen. 

Out of the corner of her eye Suzy notices Sev staring mouth agape in wonder as he watches this oh so womanly woman hosing his cum from a sub with a hugely realistic phallus; she also notices the old sub's twitching hips as he kneels, knees splayed wide, trying unsuccessfully to chafe himself in his restraint to achieve orgasm as her warm stream trickles over him. Grinning widely as Suzy shakes the final drops of piss onto the sub's face Sev grabs her hand and leads her away, her cock swaying as she walks; inwardly very impressed with both the toy and how natural it feels held in by the silver hawser.  

Niall had ensured that Suzy's piercings were eminently functional as well as decorative, he wanted to be able to seal or splay her at his whim and also have the option of hanging weights or leading her about using the piercings. Consequently she had been thoroughly prepared for the procedures over time, starting with the laser hair removal and subsequent recovery, her skin needed time to de-sensitise before the next procedure; the eight piercings with silicone captive ball rings. The Guild piercers, as with all Guild crafts people were consumate professionals, keeping a close eye on her healing and also schooling Niall in the correct procedure for stretching these holes to finally be able to accept the current 5mm silicone flesh tunnels in which her 18mm solid silver rings were now fitted, soldered in place. 

From the first time they were naked together Niall had been spellbound by her naturally fleshy and large vulva: he loved to play with her, stretching, pinching and biting her cunt at will. Suzy had always been conscious that she had bigger lips down there, both sets, however her inner lips although full are quite neat and unusually her outer labia have always hung lower. Shortly after Suzy had agreed to take Niall as her Dom he had begun a regime of vacuum pumping her cunt, ordering her to continue the pumping daily; telling her she was his beautiful fat uddered freak, sturdily built for hard use, his luscious fucktoy and as such her cunt needed to be just as big and tempting to attract the huge dicks she craved like the cock hungry slut-cunt she was. He told her nature had given her a great start and he would now revel in the task of developing her. 

Niall being the sadistic OCD bastard that he was had commissioned a full photographic record of the process, thousands of photographs of her splayed in various locations being pumped, pierced and stretched; hours of video footage capturing her wails, moans, screams and the passage of sensation and emotion over her features during her regeneration into Topsy B Fox. 

He had presided over the enlarging and modification of her cunt for a ten month period, at the end of which her piercings were completed to his satisfaction; her labia majora hung down a clear 3 inches, the capillary blood vessels permanently engorged from pumping and stretching so that; 

"her twat swells like a fucking baboons' arse at the slightest stimulation;" 

as she had once heard Niall boast to a massively well hung African Prince who was guest of honour at a Guild party the weekend before she was taken to be pierced. 

She remembers that night very clearly, how Niall'd strapped her to a St. Andrews' cross in a private playroom at the Guild's dungeon club and invited a steady stream of players to touch her up, to make her swell for the Prince who watched from his seat while being expertly masturbated by 3 nubile servants wearing shiny latex gloves; one paying exquisite oral and digital attention to his anus and scrotum, the other two lubing and manipulating the biggest fattest black shaft she had ever seen. Niall of course knowing how she would be compelled to watch longingly as the slim latex covered hands formed a slick tunnel for the Prince to fuck. 

The Prince in turn intently watching Suzy's arousal as Niall directed her tormentors, not letting anyone linger long enough to cause her anything but frustration. A frustration that was twisted like a knife in her guts when Niall was invited to sit beside him and take his pleasure with one of the rubbery slaves in return for the splendid arousal Suzy was causing the Prince. Of course Niall chose the tallest, skinniest slave and delighted in bending her double between his thighs, her face against her ankles, perfectly exposing her fuckholes to him to toy with, his eyes locked on Suzy's as he stroked his fat prick against the slaves cunt and asshole, getting it all slick in her nectar and so very hard, his face a mask of cruel amusement as he watched her dismay at seeing two huge cocks disporting in her view while he verbally directed passing Guildsmen and women to deliver the briefest of teasing touches and licks to her cunt, tits and asshole. 

Both Niall and the Prince had climaxed copiously while witnessing her building frustration, every inch of her flesh singing for release, straining against her bonds; her eyes compelled to watch the spurting phalluses, one she knew and loved and one she'd love to know, be stretched by if her master allowed. A wet pool of her desire soaked the floor under her swollen throbbing cunt, her nipples ached and her asshole spasmed as she watched the Prince bloom and shoot almost 8 feet in a long gush of milk white semen, grunting loudly, while Niall ploughed the skinny, bendy black girl's asshole brutally, shuddering as he too came hard, pulling his cock out to allow the last of his load to mark her smooth chocolate coloured skin as he effortlessly bent her to him as if she were weightless. 

Suzy's cheeks burned in shame at her size while she writhed in need; logically she knew Niall valued her strength, her sturdy plushness, her resilience and stamina, the way her soft white flesh yielded and marked, the welcoming comfort of her, but such was the mental bondage between them at that time that she was hurt by his gloating enjoyment of a woman less than half her size. Tears streaked her face as Niall approached her, his semi erect prick dripping cum as he walked; smirking he leaned his tall slimness against her, crushing her tits between them painfully, his huge paw covering her mouth to stifle her sobs as he hissed in her ear, his thick Ulster accent so arousing to her:

"Why are you crying cunt? Do you think I'm being unfair?" 

Mutely Suzy nodded

"Well cunt, the Prince was just telling me how he thinks a fat slut like you could be fun to play with, lot's of big wet holes, lots of folds of soft flesh to rut against, tits so big he could get lost in them; commenting how he could tell you were a size queen, how he loved the look of lust in your eyes as you watched him cum. He offered me a trade, 24 hours with you in exchange for me having 24 hours with his three slaves............but if YOU think I'm being unfair then.......................I don't know........."  

A massive sob wracks Suzy's body; she feels so wretched, so abjectly used and betrayed by Niall; she truly despises his cruel streak, hates how he can wound her so deeply with mere words; yet her heart hammers so hard behind her ribs as he speaks, her cunt twitching in response to his proximity. Saying no more Niall removes his hand from her mouth and producing a cloth blindfolds her, forcing three fingers between her teeth and holding her tongue down as he introduces a ball gag securing the straps at the back of her head; automatically Suzy thrusts her tits out expecting the bite of rope, the exquisitely searing torture of clothes pegs or clamps, even the sweet sting of his hand on her swollen cunt; the whirlwind of thoughts and fears in her mind steadying beginning to enter her calm sub state, as he takes possession of her body again; expecting to be punished for her brattishness.

"No, no, no, sweet Suzy!" Niall sing-songs tauntingly, "no bindings, clips or clamps for you today, just your own company for a wee while to think on just how unfair your Master is....."

Suzy gulps around the ball gag, sniffing back final sobs, knowing she needs to keep her airways clear when gagged this way, her entire body taught with desire as she listens to Niall and the Prince chatting as they leave the room.

The velvety silence envelops her, odd muffled sounds trickle in from the main play area, she imagines for a moment that she hears Niall's deep rumbling laughter as she is left alone, bound, gagged and blindfolded, feeling utterly wretched and abandoned, simultaneously hating and missing Niall, rage and frustration still burning along with desire deep within. She tries to empty her mind, concentrating on the sensations of being bound like this, pressing her limbs and buttocks back against the smooth wood of the cross, focusing on the coolness, centering herself, allowing her mind to drift, resigned to wait as long as he wants her too; fervently hoping that he won't become distracted and forget about her.

Suddenly Suzy flinches, wrenching herself against her bonds; while she'd been daydreaming something slick and cool had slid over her swollen cunt, her eyelids snapping open under the blindfold, gasping around the ball gag as her heart rate soars. The cool slickness now slides along the sides of each breast, someone is behind her, she can just make out soft breathing when a quiet exotically accented female voice urges;

"be still beauty, my sisters want to explore you..........so pale, so soft!"

Suzy realises that the voice belongs to one of the Princes' slaves, the cool slick tingle caused by her lubed latex clad hands which now slide under Suzy's heaving breasts, hefting her pale flesh, long slim fingers rippling over her sensitive nipples, leaving trails of lube. A cool breeze eliciting the puckering of her huge pale aureolae as the second slave blows on them lightly, her nipples erecting in response to the twin sensations of fingers and breath. 

Four more slim slick hands trail lightly over her now, goose bumps rising in their wake as Suzy shivers, her cunt responding to the slave's caresses with a slew of lubrication which is gathered by more limber digits and smeared over her puffy labia and engorged clit, the cool touch momentarily quenching the heat there then moving away leaving her, throbbing, bereft. 




London Underground Ch. 03



The first pair of hands are now holding her tits out like a shelf, kneading softly, rounded fingertips feathering over her nipples sending electric thrills direct to her clit, a second pair of hands gliding over her hourglass curves, stroking across her belly as the mouth that belongs to these hands, that has been blowing on her keening flesh fastens itself on her nipple, sucking her flesh deeply, greedily. 

Suzy moans and writhes as the final pair of rubbery hands splays her labia, softly pinching and rolling her distended flesh, blowing lightly across her sodden aching cunt, then sliding palms up towards her puckered pink star, thumbs circling lightly over her mound while the twin pinky edges of the slim hands press her inner lips deliciously together, trapping her clit, transferring sweet indirect thrills to that sizzling bud causing Suzy to moan loader behind her gag; her hips jerking involuntarily as the indirect stimulation brings her close to cumming, her cunt rippling in waves, craving penetration. 

As if reading her thoughts the slave between her thighs begins to lap at Suzy's captive clit while expertly grouping the fingers of one finely boned rubber clad hand and sliding its entirety into Suzy's hungry snatch as she sucks skilfully on her engorged bud while twisting her hand against Suzy's g-spot. Suzy screams behind the ball gag, her head thrown back as a tumescent orgasm explodes in her core, radiating through her body in deep throbs; the exquisite ministrations of the Prince's three slaves too intense for her to be able to resist; their gentle mouths on her neck, breasts and clit, their light cool caresses almost other worldly, ethereal, too much to bear; the release that has eluded her for hours finally gifted to her by these graceful goddesses. 

Panting hard as delicious waves of pleasure wrack her body, Suzy quakes and shudders, held up only by her bindings and the six hands of the servant girls, she slips momentarily into unconsciousness. The servants hold her tenderly til she begins to rouse then slip silently away leaving her truly alone to await her Master's return. 

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Squeaky clean with hair washed and conditioned Suzy wraps herself in a thick purple towelling robe and pads towards the kitchen; flicking on the electric kettle as she passes she scoops a generous serving of oat, millet and quinoa porridge into a large ceramic bowl, adding two cups of semi-skimmed milk she stirs the mixture placing it in the microwave to cook; Suzy always looks forward to the porridge season, lovely yummy satisfying porridge that warms and fills her for hours. 

Towelling her hair as she pads back to the bedroom Suzy retrieves her phone from the nightstand and clicks off the iMac, returning to the kitchen just as the boiling kettle clicks off and the microwave pings indicating her porridge is done, she makes herself a cup of English breakfast tea with milk and settling on a high bar stool she places a call to Alex's number, feeling slightly nervous as she stirs her porridge waiting for it to cool. 

After a few rings the answer service clicks in, Suzy hesitates, suddenly unsure of what to say, not wanting to get this wrong, surprised that it means so much to her; after a pause she hits 1 to restart her message, adopting a seductive tone:

"Hi Alex, Suzy here, give me a call when you can, maybe we can hook up later."

Hanging up she picks up her spoon and hungrily digs into her breakfast.    



London Underground Ch. 04



****Author's Note - thanks again for all your votes and comments, for all who are waiting for Alex and Suzy's reunion I promise it WILL happen in Ch 5. If you are discovering this story for the first time, please have a look the preceding chapters as well to make more sense of the tale ***

Alex returns to the University halls of residence on an adrenaline high, his step bouncing as he regains the sanctuary of his room. Kicking aside a small rainforest worth of pizza delivery leaflets and club flyers that had been pushed under his door as he enters. Students are paid a pittance to deliver this junk mail within the halls and to Alex it has always been an extremely irritating downside to the general amenity of halls living but this evening as he flicks on the light and closes the door he finds he no longer cares so much about the waste of time and paper that the flyers represent. His room is the same but his eyes are viewing it differently, almost from an elevated perspective, like an out of body experience, as if he no longer 'belongs' in this environment. 

At 21 he's just started the final year of his degree, for the past few weeks he's felt in an almost liminal state, like a larva starting it's metamorphosis into the adult form; no longer fully a student but not yet a convincing member of the mature populace either. 

That day's experience with Suzy has only served to amplify the disconnect and now he stands in a the familiar space feeling acutely alien, his books and laptop on the desk incongruous to him, somehow not his domain anymore. Alex recognises the feeling, he'd experienced something similar when he'd first arrived at the University three years ago, both the bustling grimy city and the relentless ant hill like atmosphere of the halls such a culture shock to him, so different from the sleepy Devon town he'd grown up in. Now again it seems he's entering a period of transition.

As he shucks his jacket and switches on the the kettle, noticing a copy of a popular 'lads mag' in the pile of paper detritus behind the door. A yellow sticky note blaring out between the pages bearing the scrawl of his friend Ravi who lives in the room across the hall; one word in block capitals "THIS!!!" accompanied by an arrow. Opening the magazine at the marked page Alex sees there's actually a whole mass of arrows on sticky notes haloing a topless photo of his and Ravi's shared crush, a nubile young soap opera actress whom they've discussed in lewd terms many times, wondering if and when she would do a skin shoot. 

Alex chuckles softly, what a day! Not only does he get the fucking of his life but Ravi finally gets to see his ideal woman topless. Ravi has circled a web address in red where the rest of the shoot can be viewed by members of the magazine's fan page which explains why he's happy to push his copy of the magazine under Alex's door, but then knowing Ravi he's probably gone out and bought all his friends their own personal copy. Grinning Alex takes out his phone and calls him, it rings just twice before he picks up:

"Alex my man, you got my gift then? You knocked one out on her yet?" 

Alex chuckles at Ravi's obvious glee and his picturesque turn of phrase, shaking his head as he replies,

"Not yet bro, I just got in, I'm a bit knackered actually. Have you?"

"To tired to wank man???!!!" Ravi exclaims his pitch raising in exasperation; "You fucking lightweight! I'm so dehydrated I've had to come to the pub to re-energise. You should come down, Dave is letting us look at the pics on the 52" internet TV. He's taking his time polishing those glasses behind the bar now mind you - dirty bastard!" 

Alex laughs as Ravi's garrulous enthusiasm continues, how on earth he'll cope with making the transition to being a sombre barrister is a question Alex has mused many times. Ravi has the intelligence and the drive to succeed but is such an effusively alive person that it is jarring to think of him buttoned down by laws and codes of conduct. 

"Thanks for the offer, but I really am bollocksed, gonna eat & crash, have one for me and I'll maybe see you tomorrow?" Alex replies

"Fair enough man, you fucking geriatric! Get logged on and have a look at the rest though, guaranteed bonersville, your dick'll be bruised and battered like mine by morning." 

Ravi hangs up and Alex pictures him tossing his phone away with disdain, tutting and rolling his eyes at Alex's boring attitude; as for having a bruised and battered dick.......well, if only he knew! 

Glancing at his watch Alex extracts a cook-chill lasagne from his tiny fridge, and puts it into the microwave oven to cook. He's missed the catered dinner this evening so ping-ping food it is. Pouring hot water from the kettle into a mug containing instant coffee and sugar he flips through the magazine disinterestedly while he waits for his food to cook, musing on the events of the afternoon as he lounges back on his messy bunk. The whole scenario seems unreal now in reflection but yet the dull ache in his cock and balls reminds him it did happen, an involuntary twitch in his groin takes him by surprise as the images in his mind rekindle his arousal, flashes of sensation play through him like muscle memory. 

Alex is dumbstruck, never before has a sexual encounter stayed with him so vividly, although in his limited experience with girls there have been some stand out moments. His height and athletic build have ensured that he's had his share of conquests, where his quiet studious personality means that he's never been a babe magnet. Most girls he's dated have been either gorgeous but one dimensional and so he easily bores of them or studious types whom he could talk to but didn't necessarily fancy that much.

Growing up on the North Devon coast Alex naturally learned to surf. As a skinny lanky boy it didn't come naturally but he worked hard to find a style and technique that suited him and being a strong swimmer he joined the local surf lifesaving club as a teen. From turning 16 to leaving for university Alex took a shift each Saturday alongside the regular lifeguards at his local beach and acted as part of the water patrol for local surf competitions. Gradually his shoulders broadened and he gained upper body muscle mass and definition through swimming and paddling out through the surf, he liked his filled out triangular shape and so did the girls it seemed. 

For almost a year before he left for London Alex had dated a girl he'd lusted after all through high school, a confident beautiful blonde, 5'8" with long tan legs and a perfect figure, perky B cups adorned her narrow frame and crowned her perfection. Her name was Abbi, her family owned the local holiday park where Alex had worked cleaning caravans one summer; her uncle ran the local surf shop/cafe bar and Abbi was their poster girl, in short she was beach royalty in his tiny home town. 

Alex and Abbi made a cute couple, everyone said so and they had been ecstatically happy for about eight months, going to parties, taking long walks together, hanging out at the beach until late at night with a fire of driftwood. Making love in an unused caravan at the back of the holiday park or under the stars on a picnic rug overlooking the tumbling surf, exploring and experimenting as teens do, seeing what would go where and whether this felt better than that. Alex discovered that Abbi was quite good at wanking him and also that if he sucked her clit while fingering her pussy she'd go wild and bounce on his cock 'til they both reached orgasm. All good wholesome sexy fun. Abbi had taken Alex's cherry, and she had been a great first love...........for a while. 

The final three months of their relationship were strained, he attributed it down to the pressure of taking their A-levels but when Alex found photos of Abbi kneeling naked and cum spattered, her hands tied behind her back on his best friend Josh's phone he knew it was over. Seeing red, Alex confronted Abbi angrily in the old caravan that used to be their love nest, backing her into a corner, shouting in her face that he loved her as she snarled back at him;

"Finally some emotion! You're just too nice Alex, Josh has an edge, a spark, makes me feel alive!"

Alex stormed off in a rage, determined to confront Josh, win his woman back, thump him if needs be, but as he ran his anger dissipated, she was right, he just didn't have it in him to go raging and fighting, he was a lover not a fighter. 

Alex was wary after he and Abbi finished, vowed not to get hurt again. He wasn't short of offers as his sizeable cock if not he himself had a reputation in the town but he decided to play it cool and not get involved again for a while.

Sure he'd had fumbles with a few girls, one of his older sister Jane's friends, Bella, had sucked him off just before he left for London. She was twenty, a skinny red head who'd been part of his extended friendship loop forever. She'd stumbled into his room 'by accident' late one Saturday night after returning from the pub with his sister, their parents away on holiday. Giggling drunkenly she caught him reclining on his bed in his boxers playing a video game, Bella plopped down on the bed beside him, grinning and breathing beerily over him. Feigning interest in his game her hand strayed into his lap, squeezing him through the thin cotton fabric. Alex had squirmed under her grip, his cheeks burning with embarrassment, his eyes flicking to the door dreading discovery, annoyed with his body for betraying him, his sleepy cock unfurling in Bella's hand as she clumsily guided it out of his fly. 

Sensing his unease she slurred in his ear,

"S'ok Al, Janey's on the phone to that idiot Ben she thinks so much of, she'll be ages; all talk she is, not like me."

Squeezing his growing length, guiding his foreskin back as his heavy shaft thickens and blooms to it's full girthy nine inches, veins starting to throb as Alex struggled to believe a real girl, a young woman, was fondling him, a tingle starting just behind his scrotum as Bella exclaimed,

"Fuckin' hell Alex! You're proper grown up now! Beautiful that is, you shouldn't hide it away up here. Play your cards right and I'll show you what a real woman can do for a monster like that, much better that your hand!"

Bella squeezed him again causing a solitary pearl of precum to gather at his purple crown, his nipples stiffened, shuddering as Bella bent her head to taste him, his heart racing in anticipation as her tongue slid over his glossy glans. His hips jerking involuntarily, spearing his throbbing member into her sloppy mouth, the sound of his heartbeat pounding in his ears, a shock of intense pleasure searing through him, the thick root of his cock pulsing as Bella's lips closed around him, lazily suckling, a drunken haze clouding her eyes. 

Alex crunched his eyes tight shut, unable to watch that pretty feminine mouth deliver such intense warm wet slippery sensations. Groaning now as Bella slurped further down his hot length, his straining cock head grazing the roof of her mouth. His head thrashes from side to side, his balls drawn up so tightly, so close to exploding, willing Bella not to stop, her imprecise technique keeping him just on the brink, edging him. 

Finally she swallows the spittle that's accumulated while she's been sucking, the action of her throat closing and her tongue massaging the sensitive frenulum just too intense causing Alex's entire body to stiffen, his fists balled, clutching the sheet as a profound throbbing shock convulses him, his cock spewing copiously into Bella's throat, as his orgasm is taken from him rather than him being in control of it. 

Bella gags and splutters, coughing as she sits up, spitting Alex's thick spunk out all over his boxers. Retching she claps her hand over her mouth and runs for the bathroom. Pinioned to the bed in shock, every nerve ending throbbing Alex hears her heaving and groaning, feeling bad that he's made Bella sick but glowing in ecstasy - Fuck! that was amazing! 

* 

The ping of the microwave breaks Alex's reverie. The ghosts of his first and last blow jobs have had a distinct effect on him, his erection tenting the magazine in his lap, still open at the topless actress' page. Alex grins broadly, the irony not lost on him and rises to get his food, perching on his desk chair shovelling lasagne from the plastic tray ravenously, his confined prick throbbing hotly behind his fly. Alex finishes refuelling and dumps the container in the bin. Standing and opening his jeans to relieve the ache, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and sliding his palms inside to indulge in that exquisitely male habit of a good ball scratch. 

His cock feels bruised and swollen still, the crown a little raw as his foreskin unfurls, his slit closed and red. A tight tugging feeling near the base of his shaft where his boxers are stuck to his skin with the combined dried essences of he and Suzy's ecstatic coupling. Shivering at the memory he flexes his cock to release the tether, his tender tumescence almost painful now, a deep throb from his prostate echoing the ache of the flex, the aching soreness seeming to feed his erection, keeping him uncomfortably stiff. 

Alex decides he needs a shower to hopefully cool his ardour and soothe his soreness although part of him is reluctant to wash this afternoon away, to wash Suzy from him; just in case he never sees her again. Idly he checks his phone as he gathers his towel and wash bag. He sighs, nothing from Suzy, just a photo message showing a drunk Ravi with his arms around two pneumatic heavily made-up blonde girls and the caption;

'Look what you're missing you boring old fart!' 

Tossing the phone on the bed Alex remembers to re-fasten his jeans before locking his room and heading to the shared shower facilities. Most of the occupants of his corridor are out for the evening, celebrating the end of another week of studying, another week closer to graduation, so Alex is the only one in the showers and can take as long as he likes without the hot water running out. He selects the largest cubicle, locking the door behind him, hanging his towel and shower gel on the back of the door and stepping under the refreshing hot water, swiftly lathering citrus shower gel along his long limbs and over his hard torso, hair and face. Soaping his pulsing cock, carefully weighing it's bruised density and gently cupping his balls. His long fingers probing his butt crease, knees bent, parting his steel hard glutes, his heavy scrotum swinging as he glides a soapy finger against his puckered hole. 

Alex groans as his shaft bobs under the shower spray, bored of being erect now, needing release, astounded that he's even able to achieve such a priapic state tonight. Widening his stance he leans his forehead against the cool tiles, gripping the floor with his toes surfer style, his right hand casually cradling his taught sac. 

Exhaling deeply he slides his thumb and forefinger up his scrotum, scissoring between his testicles as Suzy had done earlier, gliding the inner walls of skin together, gasping at the exquisite sensation, technicolour memories flooding his brain. The hot shower water tumbling over his back he pushes his arse back under the deluge, thick rivulets tickling his sphincter.

His hands moving in unison now over his needy flesh, left hand stroking between his taught muscular buttocks, long slim middle digit gliding smoothly into his tight back passage massaging his prostate firmly with a steady rhythm. The fingers stimulating his balls keeping the beat, his dark congested meat jerking upwards begging for attention, needles of water spiking his taught cock skin. Eyes closed focusing on the sensations, right hand abandoning his balls, pressing that fat dick against his hard abs, gliding up and down, keeping pressure on the sensitive frenulum. Left palm splayed over his ass, middle finger buried deep, flexing and pistoning, feeling so decadent and filthy, not able to imagine masturbating in a less luxurious way.

Panting, his body vibrating, muscles cramping, flat right palm still flashing up and down water cooled, lactic acid searing his bicep, balls retracted so hard they're almost invisible, fighting his instinct to grip and yank to ease the itchy tickle, curious to know how this will end. A delicious flood of liquid warmth spreads through his groin as his cock shrinks barely within it's skin signalling the glorious end; one... two... three... four profound throbs, the final one producing a single glutinous emission, a plug of spunk that hits him in the solar plexus then slides away with the teeming precipitation.

Alex buckles and sinks to his knees, his heartbeat hammering behind his ribs, the sound of his blood rushing loud in his ears blending with the hiss of the water. Withdrawing his finger from his clutching sphincter, he slumps back against the cool wall, breathing hard in the steamy spray. A wave of exhaustion sweeps over him, his limbs leaden yet he feels so vital and alive, a searing vein of what he can only describe as joy running through his body. 

After a few moments rest Alex senses the water cooling and slowly rises to his feet, his legs wobbling as he shuts off the shower and reaches for his towel. Briskly drying himself then sliding on his shoes, gathering his clothes and returning to his room the towel tucked in around his waist. Unlocking the door he kicks off his shoes and spreads the towel out to dry over the back of the chair he pads naked to the bed, turns on the lamp and lowers the blind. Sitting on the narrow bunk that has never been comfortable for him, six inches too short so he can't stretch out, the mattress thin and mean, but right now as he picks up the phone he discarded earlier and reclines back onto the pillows it feels like heaven. 

Thumbing his phone he notices a new text message, his heart leaps:

'sleep well just Alex, have sweet wet dreams and I'll call you tomorrow, Suzy x.' -

Grinning and yawning he kisses the phone then lazily replies with an emoticon:

'looking forward to it.' -

Not exactly the height of witty eloquence, but all he can manage in his exhausted state. Smiling broadly, the phone still clutched in his hand Alex succumbs to a deep sleep filled with ghosts of sensation and lewd dream sequences.

* 

He wakes with a start as the sound of hammering on his door breaks his reverie, stretching and rubbing his eyes he takes a moment to realise where he is and then as the room comes into focus a voice he knows so well shouts jovially;

"Oi! Bollock features, you coming for breakfast?"

Grinning broadly he croaks,

"Yeah, yeah, man; two seconds."

Leaping up he notices his usual morning erection has the good grace to be a little half-hearted, he chuckles glancing down at it as he hurriedly finds some clothes, his cock still looks like it's been tortured, sporting shiny tender spots and thin purple bruised lines from Suzy's cord. As his thoughts drift to her it starts to grow a little so gives it a hard slap hoping it will subside, wincing at the sting on his tender flesh and frustrated that it hasn't made a difference, if anything it's grown a little more. Alex locates his phone in the jumbled duvet and plugs it in to charge.

Outside the door he can hear Ravi engaged in animated conversation and quickly gets dressed and brushes his teeth before opening the door in with a grand gesture, causing Ravi to stagger in as he'd been leaning against it.

"Fuck Al!" He splutters regaining his balance, and looking Alex over, "can I just say how delightfully rough you're looking today." 

Alex glances in the mirror at his creased clothes and messy hair, Ravi's right he has looked better, he shrugs and ushers Ravi out locking the door behind them.

"It's only breakfast, I'll sort myself out after. What did you get up to last night then?" 




London Underground Ch. 04



He asks, giving Ravi the opportunity to regale him with the minute details of his evening and thus allowing Alex to avoid having to talk about his. His heart skips as he finds himself hoping Suzy calls him soon; shaking his head smiling at the way she keeps popping into his head. 

Ravi is talking non-stop as they reach the cafeteria and Alex tunes in now as he selects his full English breakfast from the self-serve buffet, two fried eggs, two sausages, three rashers of bacon and a good helping of fried mushrooms. Gathering a glass of orange juice, a pot of tea and 3 slices of toast on his tray alongside the heaving plate of fried deliciousness. They find a table and both tuck into their meal rapaciously. Alex muses whether his increased testosterone levels over the previous twenty-four hours could be responsible for his increased appetite, a slow smile plays over his lips as he munches, nodding and raising an eyebrow every now and again, acknowledging Ravi's wild narrative. He really likes Ravi but boy can he talk! 

They take time over their breakfast, bantering about Ravi's exploits in the pub, it transpires that the two blondes were promo girls who had been making the rounds of the student haunts selling shots while dressed in skimpy shorts and bikini tops. It being October Ravi was one of many who had offered to warm them up and he as a confident, smooth talking, fit, stylish, half Indian man with smoky green eyes was the one who had succeeded. 

As Ravi was relating the tale of how he'd quickly booked a hotel room on his phone while hailing a cab and then squired the two models through the foyer of an uptown four star boutique hotel the penny finally dropped and Alex realises Ravi is still dressed in the exact same outfit he was wearing in the photo he'd sent the previous night. His eyebrows shoot up and he coughs as he inhales toast crumbs while Ravi beams and nods, gesturing pointedly to his crotch and saying gloatingly;

"Battered and bruised my friend, battered.... and.... bruised." 

Alex grins back, as Ravi continues with the lurid tale of his threesome, part of him wanting to share his own experience with Suzy but somehow instinctively knowing he shouldn't. Recognising that if he gave only sketchy details Ravi would pump him for more and more details which he knows could jeopardise him meeting Suzy again. That secret room existed for a reason, Suzy knew about it therefore she's in on the secret, whatever that secret is......

Alex is intrigued. So intrigued that he instinctively knows he has to stay quiet, he does idly wonder what would have happened if Suzy had bumped into blabbermouth Ravi rather than him, quite possibly the downfall of western civilisation! The thought makes him laugh out loud and Ravi joins in exclaiming;

"I know right! My Mother would shit a brick if she knew. I'm gonna sleep all day today." He yawns.

Chuckling and shaking his head, Alex stands to clear his tray away, patting Ravi on the shoulder as he passes saying laughingly in a pastiche of the phrase Suzy had used in her text message;

"Sleep well stud, wet dreams."

Returning to his room to change and sort his hair out, Alex checks his now fully charged phone and notices a missed call, Suzy's number - damn! He dials the voicemail then calls her back, no answer - fuck! Feeling wretched, his heart pounding he leaves her a message, hoping his yearning to see or talk to her again doesn't come across in his tone:

"Hi Suzy, sorry to miss your call, I'll try again later....or maybe you can call me? I'll keep my phone with me......ok, bye..."

cringing at his obvious desperation Alex hangs up and replays her message to hear her sexy voice once more as he tidies his hair and changes into clean clothes. Grabbing his wallet and jacket, making sure his phone is safe in his breast pocket he locks his room and heads out for the day, too agitated to stay in and wait. 

He decides to go for a long walk, avoiding the tube and it's lack of phone signal, furious with himself at missing her call.



London Underground Ch. 05



*** AUTHOR'S NOTE *** apologies for the delay in submitting this chapter, it has taken a lot of effort to write, but I think, hope that I got it right. Please vote and comment on this chapter, I value all feedback ***

Alex walks in the weak sunlight, his long stride eating up the pavements, he heads for the river, towards the Houses of Parliament, deep in the heart of historical London; the ancient City of Westminster. He knows the cafe he went to with Suzy must be close but he's not that interested in seeking it out right now, a tiny glimmer of doubt seeding in him that yesterday was all a dream although the warm glow in his groin still persists. 

He crosses the Thames at Westminster bridge to meander along the South Bank. Stopping almost under the London Eye Alex checks his phone for about the fiftieth time in the last hour, nothing, biting his lip as he decides he'll send her a text message, figuring he has nothing to lose:

'I'm enjoying the sun today, hope you are too, A x' 

Then about ten seconds later another;

'That A is for Alex btw'

And then a third;

'Sorry...lame...don't hate me, lol, x'

Damn! blushing like an idiot and pounding his fist against his thigh Alex wishes texts could be recalled like emails. Resigning himself to the fact that he is coming over desperate Alex buys a coffee from a riverside kiosk and sits on a bench outside the National Theatre to enjoy it, people watching, wondering if any of the passers-by are hiding kinky secrets like Suzy. His cock jumps a little at the thought and he shakes his head, smiling to himself, this is getting silly, like an autonomic response; what is he Pavlov's cub?

Suzy ascends from the tube station at Camden Town, her phone bursting into life as she re-joins the cellular network, glancing down at the screen alive with alerts, all from the same number...Alex. Grinning Suzy steps to the side of the pavement to have a proper look at her messages; three texts and a voicemail. Laughing now as she reads his texts Suzy decides to phone him without listening to the message, she walks in the direction of Camden Lock as she waits for him to answer.

Alex jumps almost out of his skin as his phone buzzes into life, Suzy calling, fumbling the phone and almost dropping it he answers;

"Erm, hi, I mean Hello...Suzy?"

He hears a soft chuckle and waits with bated breath for her to speak.

"Hello just Alex," she purrs "how are you?" that sexy chuckle again,

"Yeah, yeah I'm good thanks," grinning like an idiot "sorry I missed you earlier, I was having breakfast...at halls...with a friend...a male friend."

It's Suzy's turn to grin now, he's just so precious;

"So where are you now?" she asks

"Erm, just on the South Bank, where are you?"

"Heading to Camden Lock for lunch, would you like to join me?" she smiles

Alex almost drops his phone in surprise, grinning wildly again and punching the air,

"Yes, yes...I'll have to take the tube, where shall I meet you? 

Suzy describes a rendezvous point and then hangs up, smiling in realisation that she has butterflies in her stomach; 'down girl' she tells herself.

Suzy gauges that Alex should take about fifteen minutes to get to the Lock so she sits on a bench and muses where to take him once he arrives. There are of course Guild venues close by but she's really tempted to get to know him better, old fashioned style. While she waits soaking up the welcome autumn sunshine Suzy's mind wanders to Niall again, she frowns a little, it seems she's given him far more attention than he deserves over the past 24 hours; almost as if her subconscious is poking her because she's feeling happy about meeting Alex. Her thoughts return to the scene with the Prince and Niall's behaviour or more accurately to the aftermath of that...

*

Suzy was never sure what happened after the slaves had left her as the playroom's motion detecting cameras had stopped recording, the movements they did pick up when she was released from her bondage and removed from the room must have been inconsequential to the vid editors. Suffice to say Suzy awoke the next morning in a luxurious if masculine hotel room with Niall, her eyes sliding slowly open, a low moan escaping her lips, his hand possessing her gloriously trembling, wetly inflamed genitals. 

Three thick rough fingers gliding over her g-spot, his fat thumb wedged in her asshole as she sprawls prostrate, naked, her arms either side of her face, tits squashed inelegantly sideways in her armpits. Niall's stimulus arousing enough to wake her but not sufficient to completely revive her sexual frenzy. He's playing her responses like a musical instrument, eliciting her instinctive need to be pleasured. 

Not moving her body, languidly enjoying his authoritative hold on her groin Suzy raises her chin to look around the room. She's facing the bottom of the bed and her eye is drawn to the flickering laptop screen on the desk opposite showing the fully edited version of the slaves pleasuring her; their slim dark limbs a delicious contrast to her copious pale luxuriant flesh the sight piquing her arousal. 

In the mirror she watches Niall's face, the expression unchanging as he regards her being brought to a release he had earlier denied her. His eyes giving nothing away while his fist flashes over his burly fuck meat, finally grunting out a perfunctory load onto his belly he roughly withdraws his hand and strides to the bathroom slamming the door behind him leaving her once more frustrated and confused. 

That had been just before her piercings, just before her collaring; looking back now with the benefit of hindsight she should have known something wasn't right but hey, you live and learn. 

*

The buzzing of her phone cuts into her contemplation, Alex's name flashes up and she answers, looking around for a landmark to direct him to she spies him about 20 yards from her. He's just as cliche inducingly young, tall, dark and handsome as she remembered; hell she didn't have to remember, she has their vid downloaded. 

She talks into the phone as if she can't see him yet, directing him to locate various landmarks just to see him move, her cunt clenching as she watches his rangy body striding around assuredly. If she's not mistaken there could be the seeds of a fine sensual Alpha laying dormant within this man-boy and she's just the one to nurture those seeds. 

Standing Suzy walks towards Alex, still talking on the phone to him until she is just behind him, reaching up she taps him on the shoulder making him jump. Spinning around Alex beams at her hanging up his phone as she does, 

"Hey just Alex, how are you?" Suzy smiles up at him and plants a swift soft peck on his cheek, the cheek that immediately colours and burns. Suzy laughs, tucking her arm through his and thinking the self-consciousness will have to go.

"are you embarrassed to be seen with me?" She teases

"no, no, oh God no!" he flaps, "it's just...you know," he smiles and shrugs

Suzy steals a glance at his crotch as he walks, his tight burgundy coloured skinny jeans bulging a little, she makes another mental note to help him train his responses.

"So what are you hungry for Alex?" Suzy purrs

Biting back the urge to say 'You' Alex replies,

"Well I had a huge breakfast so I don't really mind, what would you prefer? I'm sure you know plenty of nice places," he smiles down at her, his heart fluttering in his chest as he clumsily alludes to the cafe from the previous day.

Suzy smiles back; "oh I do Alex, but today I think we'll just get know each other better, yes? Why don't we try to find somewhere we can eat outside, it may be the last chance this year."

Alex nods and they choose a pub with a terrace and order old fashioned 'doorstep' sandwiches made with thick slices of crusty bread and hot roast beef plus a bowl of crinkle cut chips, Alex drinks Coke while Suzy goes for a sparkling water with ice and a twist of lime. They chat companionably as they wait for their food in the creamy October sunshine, despite their encounter the day before Alex finds talking to Suzy easy with her warm friendliness and her sharp dry wit. 

They discuss life in general, she glosses over details of her job as she describes it as terminally dull but it pays the bills and she enquires as to Alex's plans are after graduation. Alex is a little taken aback by the ease at which they are chatting and also that apart from the fabulous curves partially hidden under her casual sweater, jeans, boots and jacket outfit there's no hint of the sexy cougar he met just about 24 hours previously. They are chatting like old friends which just deepens Alex's uncertainty about what actually happened. 

Noticing his puzzled expression Suzy smilingly enquires what's up, blushing a little Alex leans over the table to whisper;

"Did yesterday really happen?"

Suzy laughs and slides him a warm sideways glance, her small soft hand covering his large paw on the tabletop; 

"Oh yes Alex...don't you have some battle scars to prove it?" The sudden flash of fire in her ice blue eyes rekindling that low buzz from earlier,

"I just thought we could take things a little more slow and normal today, if that's ok with you?" She adds just as their food arrives.

They munch on the rustic fare with gusto, still chatting between mouthfuls; Alex relates the story of Ravi's gloating about his conquest from that morning, she being the only person other than he who would appreciate the irony. Suzy grins and asks softly, 

"So you weren't tempted to tell him...?" 

Alex blushes again, chewing his mouthful of sandwich slowly to give himself thinking time,

"Well of course I was tempted to tell him about you, I mean we've always shared stories about our conquests, but something was telling me I shouldn't; that it may never happen again if I did. Also he's the biggest gossip alive, heaven knows how he'll cope with client confidentiality when he's a barrister."

Suzy smiles at him and wonders anew at the depth of his perceptiveness for one so young, so she's a conquest now is she?

"So would you like to fuck me again just Alex?" she asks coyly before dipping a fat golden chip into a pot of ketchup.

Alex chokes on his sandwich at the directness of her question and as he coughs to dislodge crumbs from his throat he notices her smirking, he joins her in the smile as she adds;

"I'd like to fuck you some more, I feel I would enjoy getting to know you better, helping you to control some of those responses maybe." Her eyes full of mirth bringing back his blush again. 

Alex's mind is racing while Suzy pays the bill, turning down his offer to get it on the grounds that as she works she can afford it and telling him suggestively that he can make it up to her later in other ways. Little does he know that thanks to him Suzy is a token millionaire! Maybe she will buy something for him with her wealth as a gesture of her appreciation. 

After lunch they wander around the Camden area just chatting and laughing, despite the age difference they find each other easy company with many shared likes in music, film, books. Their eyes meeting and holding at times as they smile together. 

Later they take the tube to Covent Garden and watched some street performers, furtively holding hands in the crowd, then just as darkness descends cramming into a noisy Soho pub and snagging a dim corner, the humid press of bodies cocooning them away from notice as Suzy slides onto a high stool her back to the corner. 

Pressing a twenty pound note into Alex's hand she sends him to the bar for a bottle of Prosecco and an ice bucket, slipping her jacket onto the back of the stool and unknotting the bright patterned cotton scarf to expose her milky cleavage and the v-neckline of her soft blue cashmere sweater. 

Soon she spies Alex weaving his way through the crush of bodies clutching the ice bucket and glasses high above the crowd, his height a definite advantage. A party of fashionable, slim, immaculately groomed young women to her left are also watching his athletic handsomeness approach, whispering to each other and giggling. 

Smiling inwardly Suzy realises that Alex is clearly oblivious to the effect he's having, his eyes drawn to her décolletage as he stumbles the last few steps to reach her. Her hand shoots out to catch the ice bucket, smiling up into his eyes, aware that the gaggle of tipsy young women have now noticed her too. Alex grins sheepishly meeting Suzy's gaze as she chuckles softly asking, "so you like my sweater then?"

placing the ice bucket and glasses on a narrow shelf next to Suzy's shoulder, Alex grins and answers, "oh yes...you'd look good in anything, I'm sorry for staring, but wow! They...you, take my breath away."

His eyes are glowing as he speaks, their gazes locked; Suzy feels the room dissolve momentarily, lost in his gaze, his lips softly brush against hers, a hint of tongue just probing, not meekly but like he feels he has a right to. Their kiss deepens and she snakes her arms around his neck, fingers stoking his hair as his hands roam over her soft flanks and back, the sincerity of his feelings flowing into her, inspiring a sincere reaction and Suzy, the Guild's shining light in pansexual hedonism, finds herself with such violent butterflies in her stomach that her she has to break away to catch her breath and fan her face. 

As the room swims back into focus Alex is looking down at her with bemused concern, "you ok?" He breathes, Suzy nods mutely and bites her bottom lip, breaking into a slow smile of reassurance, so many thoughts and emotions swirling in her head,

"I just, I don't know, just...that was hot!" She mumbles, "took me by surprise..." 

Alex grins, relief ghosting those smiley dark blue eyes, "I was worried I'd stepped out of line" he chuckles.

"Well that would suppose there was a line you should have been in in the first place." Suzy laughs back, "I'm pleased you kissed me Alex, took the initiative, it was fabulous, made me want more" she smoulders. 

Her hands which have been softly stroking his torso while they spoke draw him in now for a soft hug, her face pressed against his smooth pecs listening to his strong heartbeat though the soft cotton of his tee. Suzy's eye is caught by the party of young women at the table to the side of them who are now whispering furtively behind their hands looking vaguely shocked, although she knows she doesn't look her age Alex is clearly significantly younger and she can only imagine how hot their kiss must have appeared to those watching. 

Flashing them her best smile and pulling away from Alex, Suzy confidently reaches for the bottle of Prosecco and smiling up at him pops the cork then expertly fills their glasses. Handing him one she clinks her glass to his and takes a long sip, her eyes smiling into his as he tastes the sparkling wine, nodding in approval. 

"You like that Alex?" she asks,

"Mmmmm," he replies, "very nice, sophisticated," draining his glass.

Suzy grins and stands up, her feet on the bottom rail of her high stool, elevating herself so she's face to face with him. She wobbles a little and his hands instinctively catch her, gripping her waist firmly, feeling the boning of the waist cincher he remembers, his mind idly sliding to wondering whether she is splayed with chains like she was the day before. His cock twitching at the thought, growing a little more from the semi-erect state he's been in since she first kissed his cheek earlier. 

Suzy tilts her chin up and whispers in his ear, telling him that they have an audience, turning her body as she does to shield him from the sightline of the gaggle of females, enclosing him between herself and the wall. Working her hand deftly over his thickening shaft a few times and nuzzling his earlobe, sucking it softly, a little nip of teeth to make him shiver.

The buzz of the pub simultaneously enveloping and isolating them, defining a bubble of cognisance; Suzy, Alex and the table of young women. She leans away from him and sits down as he turns to face the watchers, his thick nine incher now obvious in his skin tight jeans. A broad confident smile playing on his lips as he nods over to the table, channelling Ravi, he twinkles; "Evening ladies." 

Suzy stifles a laugh as she watches the women reacting to Alex, his nonchalant demeanour despite his obvious arousal confusing them, two of them openly gaping at his long bulge, lusty expressions glazing their perfectly made-up faces, another giggles and looks away, the remaining three trying to remain cool, smiling back like this is all very usual. 

Alex reaches for their bottle of fizz and refills his glass and tops Suzy's off too, a bit too enthusiastically; the soft froth cascading over her fingers tickling them. She swaps the glass into her other hand and holds her wet fingers up to his lips, her eyes flashing, signalling her intent to Alex. Still grinning he parts his lips sensually, his tongue pushing his bottom lip down slurping her wet index and middle finger, tonguing between her fingers, flickering over them, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he does. 

Suzy smiles broadly at him playing up to their audience, realising he's enjoying this, a glass of fizz seemingly the key, or is it a friendly environment for him, that crowded noisy pub; or it could be that there's the beginning of a connection between them. 

Warming to the show they're giving now, Alex selects a chunk of ice from the bucket, widening his eyes as he holds Suzy's gaze, smouldering at her, he leans in and strokes the ice cube slowly along her bottom lip, wetting it. Stroking his thumb across her cheek as he leans in to tenderly kiss her, sliding the ice down her jawline, over her throat, tracing her collar bone, down her breastbone and across the tops of the full mounds of her breasts. 

That pale flesh shimmering softly as her breathing becomes ragged, Alex breaks the kiss, his mouth following the glossy trail of meltwater, his tongue and lips on her skin transmitting prickles of pleasure like needles to her nipples and clit. Suzy's hands glide from his waist up into his hair, her fingertips flexing against his skull as her cunt clenches and her head goes back, mouth dry, swallowing hard; she was oh so right about this boy's potential. 

A shout of "get a room Grandma!" rings out from the party of women, followed by gales of laughter. Alex raises his head to scowl at them but Suzy squeezes his hand and whispers; "Leave it to me. Grab our things." 

Gathering up the ice bucket with the remains of their bottle as Alex gets their coats and her bag. Suzy strides across to the table of women, carefully placing the ice bucket on their table, smirking, her eyes meeting those of the ringleader as she says,

" That's a great idea, I think I might just do that, take my hung husband home and fuck his brains out all night...Much better than sitting here caked in makeup waiting to meet some pissed-up macho fuck wit...Enjoy the fizz, it's lovely." 

Exiting the pub via the back door they both burst out laughing, Alex grabbing her hand and pulling her to him against a wall in the alley at the back of the pub, the velvety darkness and cool air wraps around them as he meets her eyes with warmth, gazing down at her leaning in for a deep kiss, pulling her closer, one strong arm around her waist whispering, " You are amazing Suzy, did you see her face when she thought we were married!?"

Suzy chuckles, "You're not so bad yourself young 'un," she smiles "that thing with the ice...got me so hot, where did you learn that?" 

"Oh, i just came to me, you must have inspired it" he grins 

"Mmmmmmm, inspired it certainly was...are you hungry Alex? I'm starving" Suzy smirks 

"You read my mind, where shall we go?" He asks

"Well there's a noodle bar not far from here...I know all the carb laden places to eat in central London, I have a figure to maintain you know." She grins.




London Underground Ch. 05



Alex chuckles and takes her hand as they walk the short distance to the noodle bar where they perch on high stools and tuck in to delicious noodles with different sauces hungrily. He really likes that she has a healthy appetite, isn't afraid to eat like a lot of women he knows, he finds her body confidence very sexy, her entire demeanour refreshing and alluring, and boy what a body. 

After their meal they buy luxury ice cream and coffee to take out which they consume while people watching in Leicester Square as the city starts to really come alive. While they idly chat sipping the strong aromatic coffee Alex realises his cheeks ache from smiling and he doesn't want this day to end. Feeling totally at home with Suzy's warm softness tucked against him, his arm around her shoulders holding her close in the cooling air. 

Suzy relaxes against him enjoying their closeness, that affectionate, non-sexual, protective arm feels right and Suzy realises that this is something she has missed. Yes she can choose from a dizzying array of sex partners and physical pleasures but actual hugs have been few and far between and she's liking this well muscled limb firmly drawing her closer a lot.

Suzy ponders their next move, her instinct is to take Alex home, her home, she wants to explore him, luxuriate in experimenting with that gorgeous body, introduce him to new pleasures, to give him free reign and see what he does with it. Common sense tells her that there are hotels and of course many Guild venues, even Guild hostels where for the right price privacy can be bought and while she hopes; deep down kind of knows, that she will take Alex to some of those places, right now she just wants to have him at her leisure with no concerns about paper thin walls or interruptions. 

Now the decision is made Suzy resolves to take at least some steps to preserve her anonymity, she fancies herself a good judge of character and has no reason to believe that Alex poses any danger to her, but neither does she want a love struck post-teen showing up at all hours of the day and night. As Alex softly nuzzles the top of her head while holding her close she sends a quick text message on her phone, within minutes a big black car with diplomatic plates and blacked out windows glides to a halt about 20 yards away from where they are sitting. 

Spotting the car Suzy squeezes Alex's thigh and looks up at him while sliding out from his embrace and taking his hand to pull him along with her. Smiling quizzically he rises and follows, the look in her eyes conveying that she has a plan and so far Alex has enjoyed Suzy's plans so he's happy to smile and follow. 

Suzy leads Alex to the understated limousine and opens the rear door entering the plush womblike interior, pulling him with her. He still wears a puzzled look as he settles back against the seat next to Suzy noting the roomy interior and opaque glass privacy screen. 

Almost instantly he closes the car door it glides away and Suzy leans in to pull him closer for a kiss, guiding his huge hand up her sweater as hers slides into his lap, softly stroking and massaging his still semi-erect prick encased in it's cloth prison. Alex gasps into their kiss, breaking free to pant against her ear, "where are we going?" He breathes.

Smiling, still manipulating him Suzy whispers, "somewhere we can take our time to get to know each other even better, relax and enjoy the ride, I want you hot and ready when we get there."

Alex's mind is reeling now, the thrill of arousal at Suzy's unknown plans for him conflicting with a thin shard of trepidation that's gently lancing through his excitement leaving an unexpected edge in it's wake, a darkness that laces his fervour with a nip of adrenaline. 

Gliding his hand over her corsetry under the soft sweater, tracing her hardening nipples through the lace of her bra with his thumbs Alex bends once more to kiss her deeply as she lazily edges him through his jeans, resigned to see what happens, reasoning that if she is the type to keep him as her sex slave in her own personal dungeon there are worse fates. 

They continue to make out as the car glides smoothly to Suzy's home, this private limo service will cost her dearly in tokens but as a device to get Alex home without him realising where he is it is ideal. She is of course pre-registered for the service and the driver will take her to the rear of the house where there is a small service lift to facilitate deliveries and removals as well as the mobility needs of residents if required. 

Once the car draws to a stop Suzy whispers that she is going to blindfold him but that it's ok, there's just the two of them and as soon as they're inside she'll take it off. Alex's eyes are misty with lust as he nods, right now he'd agree to almost anything she suggested. 

Taking the soft cotton scarf from around her neck Suzy folds it into a long pad before tying it around his eyes and sliding past him she opens the door, takes his arm and guides him out onto the pavement. Under the bottom edge of the blindfold he glimpses their feet and can make out the bottom of a wheelie bin, coupled with the quiet he deduces they must be somewhere residential. Suzy takes his elbow as she unlocks a door, re-locking it after leading him through. 

The building is quiet and dark, Alex hears a soft whirring and then the sound of doors sliding open as the small service lift arrives. Suzy is confident that they will not be seen due to the late hour and the demographic of her neighbours but once in the lift she removes the blindfold just in case. The lift judders to a halt just as Alex's eyes refocus, the doors slide open and Suzy guides Alex across the top floor landing to her heavy dark wood front door, unlocks it and ushers him through into her private quarters. 

Alex stands in the dimly lit hallway taking in the sensual atmosphere of the flat, as Suzy turns on more lights the design of the spaces is revealed. Her use of colour and lighting is sublime, the flat feels like an exclusive boutique hotel suite, a palette of subtle mauves deepening to indigo in the bedroom via her royal purple bathroom. He notices there are no doors, the underfloor heating, stylish radiators and efficient insulation facilitating the natural flow of the compact space without the need to further divide. 

He's examining an abstract bronze sculpture on a side table when Suzy hands him a bottle of beer as she takes his coat, she's shed her jacket and boots and is smiling up at him, her dark hair falling in soft waves on her shoulders. Her eyes flash with sensual promise as she takes his hand and leads him along the corridor pointing out the bathroom, Alex slides in, feeling a little exposed by the lack of a door but grateful for the opportunity to pee and search for some mouthwash. Suzy continues to the bedroom to give him some privacy, she smiles as she waits, listening to the alien sounds of someone else in her space, idly wondering how she'll get him out as anonymously as she got him in, but there's time to work that out yet. 

While she waits she quickly divests her jeans and sweater, sliding a sheer black robe over her lace bra and panties and waist cincher, knotting the belt to give Alex a little challenge, to see what he'll do. Yesterday had been led by her and now she's hoping to test him a little, allow him the opportunity to take the initiative, she's not wearing her chains or a Guild biometric today, she feels that they should have some 'normal' time together. 

She lights scented candles around the room, sandalwood, patchouli and cedar, then pads softly to the kitchen retrieving a bottle of San Pellegrino sparking water from the fridge, placing it in an ice bucket with ice cubes and a splash of tap water; gathering up two crystal tumblers she returns to the corridor and leans against the door frame of the bathroom.

Alex stands naked in the dim light of the dark bathroom listening to her approach, he loves the sensuousness of this her private space. The deepest royal purple on each wall, the rough slate tiles underfoot, a dim lightbulb shielded by an antique silk shade embroidered with peacock feathers, the subtle up-lighters around the walls each casting a warm fan of light onto an patch of flaked gold leaf on the walls above each light. 

For a tiny bathroom it's a very opulent space with an air of fin de siecle decadence, the fittings and toiletries are of exceptional quality and he has luxuriated in washing himself with a large brick of sandalwood scented soap wanting to be fresh for her, cleansing the grime of the city and also gauging just how tender his cock still is. This will have to be a much slower, less bruising encounter he feels. He's just rinsing the lather from himself with a thick damp washcloth when Suzy appears in the doorway.

Alex looks her up and down, that voluptuous figure silhouetted by the lamps in the hallway, his cock twitching in response to her semi nakedness. After Suzy's reaction to him taking the lead with the ice earlier he'd planned to walk in to the bedroom naked and..., well that was as far as he'd planned. Seeing her now waiting for him a soft smile on her face, leaning seductively in her robe and lingerie his mind is a turmoil of lust, need and awe, he stares mesmerised unable to speak or move. 

The realisation that he's naked, in her home and she's all but naked finally hitting him, his cock automatically starting to rise, stiffening and lengthening as they stare at each other. Alex senses her eyes roaming over his hard young body similarly outlined in the dim light of the bathroom, he watches the way the light glistens on his moist skin in the mirror as he turns to let water out of the sink and knows she's also watching the shadows slide over him, delineating his physique and emphasising his arousal.

Hearing a soft exhalation he notices she's turned away and is walking slowly, sexily to her bedroom. As she passes the candles that have transformed her indigo painted bedroom into a boudoir, the flickering flames bathe her gauze wrapped flesh in a soft glow as leaving the ice bucket and tumblers on the nightstand she sits on the edge of the bed. 

Her hands splayed on the dark teal and purple covers either side of her hips, her icy blue eyes smouldering at him. Alex feels drawn towards her, compelled, but instinctively knows that she's expecting him to take the lead. His thick nine inch shaft bobbing as he walks Alex crosses to the bedroom, his lust glazed eyes holding Suzy's gaze as he approaches silently across the thick carpet, his heartbeat quickening with each step.

Suzy watches him, her appreciation of his well muscled body and eager phallus clearly etched on her face, smiling as she notes his slow deliberate, assured approach, the drama of the scenario not lost on him; they are both enjoying this deferral of pleasure, this unspoken seduction. He knows she won't guide this, he senses that she wants to but that she's keen for him to set the tone and pace of their second coupling. 

His thoughts polarising as he draws nearer; should he sink to his knees and part her thighs, stand with his tumescent cock pulsating in front of her face, maybe wipe it over her cheeks and lips 'til he can resist no longer and has to slide it between her lips. Or draw her softly to him and just hold her close, allow their bodies to speak to each other and let their instincts dictate what happens.

Taking the final step closer, gazing down as she leans back a little holding his gaze he realises he needs to kiss her, undress her and open her up; to revel in her. Recalling her sensuality from the day before, the way she teased him he softly cups her chin and slides her robe off her shoulder. Suzy's eyes are glowing, shivering at his touch. 

Her gaze drifts from his eyes to his straining shaft as it bobs hotly next to her face, turning her face slightly in his light grip she strokes her cheek against his velvety rod making him gasp. Alex's hips jerk involuntarily at her touch a pearly bead crowning his darkened glans, his hand tracing her jawline back to slide into her hair as he bends his knees dragging his swollen dick down her face and over her cleavage, his free hand reaching for the belt of her robe as he descends to kneel between her thighs.

Suzy's fingers grip the bedcovers tightly, she's struggling to resist grabbing him and pulling him closer, her cunt throbbing and leaking, aching to drag him on top of her and take him balls deep in one thrust; to just fuck this gorgeous boy. She's not used to being passive in the heat of passion but as he kneels now, opening her robe and smiling into her eyes she knows it'll be worth her endurance. 

Alex senses her tension his smile broadening, narrowing his eyes, their gazes melded, the spectre of her need vibrating between them, flexing his cock against her inner calf he slides both the robe and her bra straps from her shoulders. Suzy shudders as she kneads the bed covers, thrusting her chest forward, chafing her erect nipples against the lace of her bra. 

Alex chuckles softly at the desire so apparent in her eyes, the battle she's waging to stay still and let him lead. His hands stroking around her ribcage to unhook her bra and free her heavy white globes, sliding the bra slowly down her arms 'til she has to release her hands from twisting the bedclothes to lose the robe and bra.

Seizing the moment Alex leans in for a kiss, dragging his pulsing shaft up her inner thigh as he tips her softly back onto the bed pinioning her wrists above her head and kissing her. Softly at first, nibbling and sucking her bottom lip, then harder, more insistently, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he grazes his engorged prick softly against her lace clad mound making her gasp into their kiss. Alex's mouth slides down over her throat, dropping soft kisses as he makes his way to her shimmering titflesh. 

A long lick down her sternum, tasting her, before sucking a limpid nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the dimpled aureola. His left hand cupping and softly kneading her other soft orb, trapping the nipple between two fingers gently, glorying in having such toys at his disposal. A low moan escapes her throat as her body arches to meet his attentions. 

His cock is painfully turgid and leaking again, the sore places hot and glossy, needing to be quenched. Still holding her wrists, pinning her to the bed Alex shifts sideways to kneel next to Suzy, watching the candlelight flicker over her soft pale flesh, her chest heaving as she breathes deeply, her eyes hazed with lust and happiness, gazing down at her he whispers,

"Do you want me to fuck you Suzy?" 

His free hand glides up her thigh, two fingers walking the last few inches to her crotch then stroking them either side of her pendulous labia through the sheer black lace. Suzy writhes under his touch, her tits jiggling as she attempts to grind her cunt against his hand, spreading her thighs ever wider, no chains splaying her today, just her aching desire to be filled. 

Alex presses two fingers against her sodden gusset, thick white lubrication bubbling onto his fingers as he pushes the fabric into her, the black lace sinking into her needy slit. Suzy groans and bucks her hips, the panties just a thin strip of cloth now cloaking her engorged clit and exposing her piercings. 

Guiding his thumb softly over her lace clad nub Alex asks her again,

"Well, do you?" 

He smirks, grabbing a handful of her mound and kneading it gently, mashing her clit as his fingers sink into her plush flesh, relishing making her moan and writhe, teasing her as she has teased him. His eyes burning into hers as she nods mutely. Grinning now Alex wraps his fingers around the sopping cloth and yanks, hearing the stitches rip and give way. Suzy pants hard as he tears the panties from her, her eyes blazing up at him with longing, his cock twitches as he watches her body respond and a waft of that tangy seashell aroma reaches him. 

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you." He teases, lifting the wrecked slip of lace to his face to inhale her musk deeply, 

"Do you want my cock Suzy?" he growls gripping the thick root, wrapping it in the moist lace and flexing it close to her face. 

He's enjoying himself now, knowing she's so wet and ready for him but yet not immediately giving her what she needs. It's a new experience for him to defer pleasure but he's relishing it, her obvious need arousing him further.

She moans, a low guttural sound, as she writhes in his grip watching him with a mixture of lust and admiration, noting the merest hint of a hard edge that has crept into his voice, a tiny sliver of nasty glinting behind that warm stare. It seems she has inspired something in him or maybe he has been playing her, spinning her a line about his inexperience. Either way she needs him now, balls deep, stretching her clutching wetness; his well muscled frame crushing her as he pistons in and out, just fucking; a good old fashioned no frills hard fuck.

"Yes!" she hisses, staring up at him, her face flushed. "I need Your cock...now. Fuck me hard." 

A flash of darkness clouds his eyes, he drags her further up onto the silky bed cover by her wrists as if she were a rag doll, a smudge of her nectar marking her path; his shoulder muscles bulging at the effort of shifting her into the centre of the bed. Releasing her wrists and throwing her wrecked knickers to the side he positions himself between her thighs, his weight supported by his arms, gazing lustfully down at her as he nudges his darkly congested leaking cock-head against her hungry wet slit. 

His frenum catches against her clit hood piercing making him shudder as he teases them both mercilessly, aching to be buried in her, kissing her deeply as he quenches his burning shaft in her slick welcoming cunt. Yet relishing the sensation of their genitals mashed together, the squelching sounds as her wetness coats him, her hips elevated, rocking slowly back and forth leaving a wet kiss of abject need along the underside of his fat pulsating dick. 

Suzy focuses her mind on the sensation of his glossy crown gliding over her hyper-sensitive pumped up clit. Her head thrown back, mouth open, back arched upwards she snakes her arms around his hips, her flat palms so sensitive, clutching his tactile buttocks, tracing the hollows at the sides as her fingertips curl and grip under the curve of his steely glutei, sampling his hard young flesh and urging him to plunge in. 

Unable to endure the twin assaults of her vulva and hands any longer Alex jerks his hips up and back, finally sliding his hot thick cock between her slippery petals and sinking deep into her dark wet hunger. His throbbing flesh being swallowed inch by inch as her fingernails claw at him, pulling him in, her strong thighs wrapping around his hips, hooking her feet over the backs of his thighs as he bottoms out against her cervix with a low moan. Flexing his cock deep inside her, a flood of relief washing over him at finally being where he needs to be. 

Her hips rocking softly as his mouth seeks hers, their tongues entwine passionately, lips crushed brutally together as she grinds against him feverishly, her hands scrabbling to hold him deep. Her orgasm bubbling up from the sheer relief of him filling her after such a build up, each flex of his cock squeezing and stretching her g-spot until ecstasy bursts in her clit then resonates inwardly igniting the ragged nerve endings in that inflamed spongy nodule, sending her soaring, growling against his mouth as her body shakes beneath him.

The intensity of Suzy's climax surprises Alex, he'd kept still as a mechanism to quell his urge to race to his own release, wanting to be the considerate lover despite the electric thrills sizzling in his balls at being buried to the hilt in her luscious snatch, the dense throb deep in his prostate powering his flexing, beyond his control. 




London Underground Ch. 05



Pushing himself up again to gaze at her as she pants hard, tremors of aftershock still shuddering through her, he finds himself both awed and inflamed anew. Her beauty in that long moment of luxurious gratification is spellbinding, her limbs limply splayed, dark hair haloing her serene face, her body gently paralysed in rapture, yet her tumid cunt still clutches him deep within, like a separate entity, the true core of her still suckling at him lustily. 

Gripped by fresh need Alex slides his knees forwards, straightening up and dragging his relentlessly hard shaft half out of her eliciting a soft moan to burble from her bee stung mouth. Sliding his hands down her fleshy flanks he lifts her sturdy left leg, pulling her towards him as he grips the solid limb to his chest, hoisting her ankle onto his broad shoulder and hauling her with him to the edge of the bed. 

Suzy's eyes slide open as he drags her to his whim once more, she smiles inwardly at the dark need still shining in his eyes, knows he needs to cum, hoping he'll take the opportunity to pound her relentlessly 'til his balls explode, to use her like a fuck toy; just hammer her cunt for his pleasure.

Glancing down as he stands, his cock still half in her Alex notices her hands have wandered to her breasts, nimble fingers pinching and rolling her darkened nipples, her mouth open in a soft 'o' breathing deeply as he positions her against him, his heavy balls nestling in the soft valley where her buttocks meet her vulva. 

The sight of her paining herself, the answering throb of each nipples' tweak deep inside her silky fuck hole spurring him on. Suddenly his need to cum is all consuming, a fog descends on his consciousness, primal instinct taking hold as he stabs his cock balls deep once more then gripping her leg tightly begins a punishing rhythm. 

Rolling his hips to fully explore her internal crevices, each delicious thrust bringing him closer, her swollen walls massaging his cock, softly clinging to his flared tip; the slap of their flesh, her stifled groans the only music he needs for this dance. Just rutting now, fervently in control, puppeting her body on the end of his cock, wanking in her fleshy folds, somehow separate from these events and yet at one with her in a new deeper sense. 

His brain freezes, eyes closed, concentrating his focus on the elusive tingle starting in his tight balls, his sphincter clenching as he powers on, relentlessly fucking her sloppy needy cunt 'til his throbbing tip just erupts without warning. Long hot jets of semen spurting deep inside her, holding himself tight against her as his balls empty, cumming so hard his knees shake and his hips jerk and judder as he roars in pleasure; 

"Ffffffuck!"

Alex releases her leg as that single syllable is wrenched from him, slumping forward onto his elbows on top of Suzy, his hips still twitching, his legs no longer able to support him. With every nerve ending in his body jangling he rests his cheek against her shoulder as he pants, a film of perspiration sheening their skin. Suzy smiles broadly, her arms circling his broad torso gently, a hand stroking his cheek. Feeling suddenly vulnerable he nuzzles closer seeking her embrace, his strong arms burrowing under her back needing to hold on tight as the testosterone fuelled bliss wanes a little.

They cling together spent and happy in the cloaking gloom, he shivers a little giving a deep satisfied sigh, Suzy gently tugs a corner of the duvet over his hips and lower back, her hand still softly stroking his cheek as he relaxes, the narcotic of sexual euphoria claiming him, his softening shaft starts to slide from her and she holds him close; so happy to be right about this sweet boy. As he slips into a deep slumber she tunes in to his breathing, finally joining him in ecstatic rest.