0 comments/ 15381 views/ 0 favorites A Second Look By: Lace Brian is my best friend. I've shared everything with him. He was there when I got the divorce papers, he was there when mom got sick. He's always been there! Now he was leaving, and I'm devastated. Sliding back against the pillows, I felt the early morning sun warming me. All I could think of was that Brian would move out of state, I'd hardly see him. I know there are always phone calls, long weekends, but not the same. With a heavy sigh I rolled over, my nightgown twisting between my legs. I closed my eyes...it's been so long since I've been fucked good and proper. That's one thing Brian and I never shared. I wonder why? He is a stunning man with black hair, olive complexion and a noble straight nose. Ohhhhhh and those intense eyes, such a deep velvety brown. Eyes that can see into your soul. Just thinking of Brian made my nipples grow hard and that familiar ache between my legs made itself known. The sun coming in through the window only added to my heat, as it touched my skin. With determination I decided I needed to speak to Brian face to face. Quickly running a brush through my hair, washing up and getting dressed. In my hurry, undergarments were forgotten, just a pair of jeans, button down shirt, and my boots. Glancing in the mirror I paused. My breasts not very large, but firm and up turned, weren't bad. I undid a button showing just a swell of each breast. The jeans clung to me showing off my long legs and well shaped bottom. My auburn hair glimmered in the sunlight as it fell about my shoulders. Yes, I needed to speak to Brian. Grabbing car keys, I was out the door. The entire drive over, my thoughts surprised me. My jeans insistently rubbing against my bare pussy only caused my nipples to pucker. Maybe this is a mistake. No, it can't be. There is something here I missed and was sure I needed to find out what it is. Brain always slept in on Saturdays and I knew I'd find him home. Parking in front of his apartment house, I barely locked the door before I was running up the stairs. Standing in front of his apartment door I started feeling foolish. This is silly, Brain is just the dearest friend I ever had and the thought of him moving is making me frantic. With a short laugh I rang the bell. Within moments a sleepy Brain was opening the door. My breath caught as I noticed all he wore were pajama pants. My eyes scanned over his exposed chest, and all I could think of was when did he develop all those muscles. His body was sleek, well made, and damn I was getting hotter by the second. I averted my eyes as I knew they would reveal all to him. Brain asked, "What's up hon, it's kind of early even for you." He sat down on the couch and stretched out his long legs. I didn't think this far ahead. Now what was I going to say. Ok, be calm this is Brain. Clearing my throat I hesitantly started, "um, Brian....why is it we never...you know?" Whew ok I said it. He looked up with those beautiful eyes that saw right through me. He laughed softly, "Hon, your just getting nervous. I'll always be here for you. What's going on in your mind?" Turning beat red, I spoke calmly, "No, it's more than that Brain. I feel like we have something and I missed it." Moving next to him on the couch, he drew me into his arms. "Why think about that now Diane? We've known each other a long time. Your just worried about my move. I promise it will be ok." Tipping my chin with his finger he kissed me soft. I moaned just as soft, taking us both by surprise. He groaned and held me close. Brain spoke so quietly it seemed he was whispering, "I have wanted you for so long. I just couldn't stay near you and not have you any longer. I need to move away. Understand Diane...I need to do this for me." It became so clear and I was such a fool. Everything I wanted and needed was just under my nose and I never looked. I moved closer against Brain and now holding his face between my trembling hands I kissed him with all my soul. Trying to let all those unspoken words be said as my lips gently caressed his. I began to taste his lips and wanted a deeper taste. Parting my lips just slightly my tongue teased his lower lip until he parted his own. The kiss became overwhelming as my heart pounded. He held me so tight and deepened the kiss. Taking control his tongue darted into my mouth, then delved in. Tasting all of me, running his tongue over my teeth, until our tongues were entwined and we were both breathless. Our mouths parted, and in a ragged voice Brain asked, "Are you really sure Diane? Really sure?" Nodding quickly I whispered, "Yes, Brain more sure than I've ever been." He groaned so deeply as he took my mouth again. His hands caressing my back, holding my head still for the onslaught of his mouth. I trembled against him and felt like I was be engulfed in flames. He sat back and held me in front of him. Slowly undoing each button of my shirt until I was revealed. My chest quickly rising and falling with my awakened passion. He looked at me and told me, my breasts were as beautiful as he had always envisioned. His hands cupped each one, and ran a thumb over both aching nipples. He dipped his head forward and took a nipple into his mouth. First lapping at it with his tongue, then flicking it. Finally drawing on me until I thought I would cum right then and there. His fingertips teasing the other nipple, then mouth and fingers trading places. With a deep groan he said,"more"....and stood. Taking me into his arms, I felt his hands shaking as badly as mine as he went to undo my jeans. Opening them and sliding them down my legs until I was able to step out of them. He swooped me up into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. Following me down onto the bed he covered me with his body. Kissing me down my neck and exploring all of me. His hand skimmed down my long waist, cradled my hip, across my belly until he cupped my mound. I couldn't remain still as I felt his fingers find my heat. My hands just as eager as his, I caressed his shoulders, down his back, feeling his strength. His skin was as hot as mine. His breathing raw and fast. Leaning back on an elbow, his eyes feasted on me. I writhed and softly whispered, "Please, Brain take me now." He smiled that heart stopping smile of his, "Hon I can't wait longer myself." I drew his pajamas off, revealing his hard cock. He was so beautiful, I lowered my head and kissed his cock head and heard him quickly draw in a breath. My lips parting as I licked up his length, twirling my tongue around his tip until I tasted him. Sucking him into my mouth until he filled me completely. My lips tightly wrapping around him until I groaned. He ran his fingers through my hair and urgently spoke, "Hon I want to be in you...I need to be you." Pressing me back, my hair spread out on the pillow, as he mounted me. My legs came up to wrap around his waist. Looking into my eyes he said, "Diane look at me, know it's me inside you." I groaned as I felt him at my entrance. He slowly pressed into me, as I whimpered below him. When he began stroking I shattered, my orgasm so hard, my muscles began clenching his cock. I heard him groan as he throbbed deep inside of me. Our hearts pounded against each other as he held me tight against him. His mouth coming down and devouring mine as he came. We stayed like that until he grew hard again. His hips slowly moving. Our passions slowly building. This time we leisurely enjoyed each other. I drifted off in his arms as I heard his deep voice calling the movers to cancel. A Second Look I have been working for a large estate agent in Chester for about six months after transferring from our Leeds office at the end of last summer. I love the job as it means I get to look around other people's houses, which being generally nosey is a big perk! A married couple came into the office two weeks ago who were interested in one of our properties. I made the arrangements for them to view and told them I would be the one to show them around. They were both nice, but I did catch the husband giving me a quizzical look when he thought I wasn't watching. I met them two days later at the house, a really beautiful property just outside Chester. The present owners were retiring to their home in northern Italy. They were very impressed with the house and a day later the husband phoned to arrange a second viewing, and we set a time for the next Sunday afternoon. The Sunday turned out to be a lovely sunny day, ideal weather to let them see the gorgeous, large back garden. When I arrived at the property, I saw the husband, but couldn't see any sign of the wife. As I approached him I caught him checking me out, not making any attempt to hide the fact as his gaze settled on my cleavage. "Sorry, it's just me today, Claire had to go into work at the last minute," he explained. "That's okay, we can always book another viewing if your impressed with what you see again," I said. "Don't worry about that, I can assure you I will be very impressed." That should have got my alarm bells ringing, especially with the little smirk that formed on his lips. I guess I was too busy thinking about my fee to notice. I opened up the front door and let him enter into the hall, following him as he turned into the lounge. We made our way through the double glass doors into the dining room, and from there we headed into the kitchen. "So what do you think?" I asked. "I like it very much, but I think we should have another look upstairs," he replied. "Okay, and after that we can go into the garden from the study," I said. We made our way up the stairs, and he suggested we look at the master bed first. "After you," he offered. As we entered I heard the door close behind us. He was standing there looking at me, that familiar smirk on his face again. "What's the joke?" I asked. "Oh there's no joke, he said, this is quite serious. Tell me Hannah, how much do you like your job?" "I love my job, why?" I was starting to feel very nervous. "Well, what do you think your employer would say if he knew you like to get drunk and strip in public? Add to that video evidence of you on your back with a pool cue in your pussy while you moan like a whore?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. I went on the offensive. "I don't know who you think I am, but you have obviously got the wrong girl. Now I suggest we leave so I can report this harassment to my office," I said. "Okay, but before you go I suggest you have a look at the video on my phone." He pressed play and turned the phone towards me. There, clear as day was me on my back as some guy stripped me of my jeans while I lay out on a pool table. I began to regret ever making that foolish bet. At the time I was so turned on, and was for days after. But now..... "So, now I have your attention again, maybe I should explain what it is I want from you," he said. I turned and moved towards the bed, I needed to sit down. He followed close behind, and sat down next to me. "This doesn't have to be unpleasant. I am not going to ask, sorry tell, you to do anything I am sure you haven't done before. First of all, you are going to give me my own personal strip," he said. "And then what," I asked nervously. "You will find out soon enough, but for now you can begin your striptease, and you had better put as much enjoyment into it as last time," he replied. Standing up, I moved towards the centre of the room. "Come closer, I want to see everything." I closed my eyes and began to move slowly, but I was nervous and scared and with no music to move to I was finding it hard. "You can do better than that," he complained. "It's difficult with no music," I told him. He reached over to the remote control by the bed, and after a few seconds I could hear music coming from speakers in the ceiling. I resumed my dance, and once again closed my eyes as I unfastened my jacket. I followed this by removing my matching skirt, leaving me in my white blouse which was long enough to cover my thong, and my hold-up stockings. I opened my eyes, and was shocked to see him stroking his cock! I never even heard him unzip his pants. "Keep going, I am enjoying this viewing very much," he laughed. Reaching up I began to unfasten the few buttons on the front of my low cut blouse. He was staring intently at me as he continued to wank his hard cock. As I let it fall from my shoulders, he told me to come closer still. "I want you to sit astride me and rub your arse on my cock," he told me. I knew where this was going, but felt powerless to resist. If I lost my job I would lose my house and I was mortgaged up to the hilt. Turning my back to him, I sat down in his lap. I could feel his erection between the cheeks of my bottom. His hands came up and unfastened my bra. "That's it Hannah, your doing well, can you feel how hard you have made me," he said. "Yes." "Now turn around and kneel on the floor so I can see those perfect tits of yours," he demanded. I did as I was told. He parted his legs so I could kneel between them. "Use your tits on my cock, I want to see it sliding between them." I cupped both breasts in my hands and squeezed my 36C cups around his erection. He began to thrust between my boobs, his cock getting closer to my face. I could see a drop of pre-cum leaking from the end. I thought to myself if I could get him to cum quickly I might be able to get out of this without being raped. I took his cock in my hands and rubbed the end of it over my nipples, rubbing the pre-cum into my skin. I could feel him throb in my hand, and knew I nearly had him. His breathing was getting harder, and more fluid was leaking from the end of his hard cock. "Stop," he moaned. I looked up into his eyes. His face was red and he was sweating. "Carry on with your strip, I want to see you bend over with your back to me as you take off your thong, and leave your stockings on," he insisted. Shit, I thought, he was so close. I turned my back to him and took hold of my underwear. As I pulled them down I bent over and slid them down my legs. I could hear a sharp intake of breath from him as I fully exposed my arse and pussy to him. I stepped out of my thong and turned again to face him. "Okay, I have done as you asked, now will you delete the video?" I knew it was not going to finish here, but there was no harm in trying. "There are a few other things I want from you before that will happen," he replied. "And what are those," I asked. "First your mouth, then your pussy, and finally your arse," he said. "Now come over here and get back on your knees." I dropped to the floor and moved once again between his legs. "Tell me you want it," he said. "But I don't want it," I told him. He pointed his video phone at me. "Tell me you want to do it, or I won't be quite so pleasant, NOW!" I could tell he was getting angry, so I did as he said. "I want to do it. I want to suck your cock. I want you to fuck me. But most of all I want you to fuck me in the arse." He grabbed hold of my long brown hair and pulled my face into his crotch. I instinctively opened my mouth, and reaching out took hold of his cock and took the end between my lips. I heard him moan in ecstasy as I began to suck him, and I sucked hard on the tip as I wanked his shaft. "Mmmmm, I knew you'd be a good little cock sucker. Now take it in further." I did as he demanded, moving my head up and down his cock until I could feel it hitting the back of my throat. I was fondling his balls as I did, trying to get him to cum. I would rather have him cum in my mouth than have him fuck my arse. His thrusting got harder, and I was starting to gag as his cock went into my throat. Tears were forming in my eyes and I was finding it impossible to breath. "That's enough, I want to see what it feels like to be inside you." He stood up and made me bend over the bed. I could feel him move in close to me and then I felt him rubbing his hard cock against my pussy. "I wish my wife would trim her cunt like you," he said. That's when I felt it. He pushed hard and in one thrust was deep inside me. He wasn't very big, maybe six inches, but I was dry as a bone. "Owwwwwww," I groaned. "Yeah you like it don't you slut," he laughed. He was so turned on he couldn't tell the difference between a moan of ecstasy and one of pain. He had hold of my hips as he began to fuck me. Harder....deeper....faster. He was really going for it, pounding into me. He pulled out of me and turned me onto my back. Taking hold of my legs he pulled them up onto his shoulders, and once again thrust into me. "Let me see you play with your clit, I want to see the look on your face as you cum," he said. Was he mad, did he really think I could cum as he fucked me against my will? I did as he said and reached between my legs to finger my clitty. I closed my eyes and thought back to that afternoon in the pub. I had stripped in front of a room full of strangers and let one of them fuck me with a pool cue. But that was all down to a lost bet, a bet I made out of choice, all be it a bad choice! I had been so turned on and a little bit drunk that I had been tempted to let them fuck me, and I imagined them all taking it in turns to do me. This was all it took to send me over the edge, and I felt my orgasm erupt and my pussy squirt all around his engorged cock. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me. I hadn't even noticed he had stopped thrusting into me, I was so lost in the fantasy. He withdrew from me, his cock glistening with my juices, and lowered it down to my arse. He slowly rubbed the end of his cock around my tight hole, making it wet. "Tell me," he whispered. "Please, fuck my arse," I begged. He began to push and slowly, very slowly, he inched his cock into my arse. I have had anal sex a few times, more of a treat for boyfriends than out of enjoyment for myself. But it just seemed so right. Then again I didn't have a choice, I remembered. This wasn't something I wanted, but something I was being made to do. I was confused, I couldn't think straight. I knew I shouldn't, but I wanted him to do it. I reached down and held my bum cheeks wide open as he started thrusting harder. My knees were almost on my chest now as he picked up speed. God it felt good, yet so wrong at the same time. His pace was increasing all the time, his strokes in seemed to reach my stomach, it hurt like mad but it was such a turn on. "That's it, fuck me you bastard," I yelled, "Give it to me." "I knew you would love it, you dirty little slut," he groaned. With that he buried himself deep in my arse as he shot his hot cum inside me, his body twitching as he came. As he pulled out I felt his cum leaking from my sore arse. I scooped it up with my fingers and sucked on them greedily, tasting his creamy cum as he collapsed on the bed. As he lay there catching his breath I told him I needed the loo, and as I made my way into the en-suite to clean up I picked up his phone with my clothes. I locked the door and as I peed I found the video he had taken of me and deleted it. There was another video of me begging him to fuck me, the sneaky bastard was covering his arse in case I decided to go to the police, and I erased that too. I washed up and got dressed and made my way into the bedroom, where he was fast asleep on the bed. I quietly opened the bedroom door and made my way downstairs and out to my car. This was one viewing I wouldn't forget, and decided to put it down to experience. After all, it would be his word against mine, and what is life if not a series of experiences?