2 comments/ 14046 views/ 1 favorites Never Talk to Strangers By: Cattypuss I met him in a local bar. I was having a quiet lunch and a beer with the Saturday paper, looking forward to spending the rest of the weekend alone. I had no plans. Or, at least, all I was planning to do for the weekend was relax and enjoy being alone, with no chores to do and no appointments to keep. "Excuse me – can I borrow your lighter, please?" I looked up. A dark-haired man, about my age – early thirties. That's all I registered. I smiled and handed him the lighter. I watched him as he lit his cigarette. Nice face. Nice eyes. He handed my lighter back with a "thank you," and I went back to reading the paper. I had nothing to do and nowhere to be, so I ordered another beer and enjoyed the feeling of freedom. After a while he came back. "Hi again. I need another light. Sorry. Mind if I join you?" His eyes were smiling. I couldn't say no without seeming churlish. Vaguely flattered, but vaguely annoyed that I was going to have to give up my solitude and the paper, I smiled and motioned for him to sit down across the table from me. He sat down. He didn't say anything. I felt embarrassed. One of us needed to say something, but I couldn't see why I had to go first. I smiled and reached for a cigarette. He reached across the table and picked up my lighter and lit my cigarette for me. Somehow, an embarrassingly intimate gesture. Then he spoke. "So – you're here alone." "Well, I was…" I said with an ironic smile. Now it was his turn to be uncomfortable. "Sorry – I didn't mean to impose…" Nice eyes. Nice, soft, deep voice… "No it's fine. Sorry – I just wasn't expecting company that's all." I smiled. "My name's Cat, by the way." He told me he was called Andrew and we started chatting. About the weather, about what was in the news – about anything. We both had some more beers. Although I hadn't been looking for company, I found myself enjoying his. And – if I was honest with myself - there was something increasingly compelling and attractive about this man. "How about some dinner?" The question took me by surprise. I looked at my watch. Eight o'clock already! If asked to guess, I'd have said it was five o'clock. I MUST have been enjoying his company… I didn't plan to say it. I heard myself say it and was shocked. "Yeah, sure. Look – I've got some food at my place. Let me cook it for us." It was too late to take it back. But I regretted it as soon as I heard it come out of my mouth. What had I been thinking? For all I knew, this man was a complete nutter on the quiet and was going to kill me or rob me or… Well, yes. That was the thing. I was feeling slightly horny, slightly flirty, and slightly adventurous. Maybe we would end up…no. Better not to think about it. Think about how to deal with the invitation I shouldn't have given just now. He hesitated before saying "…well, if you're sure…yes – that would be great…" We left the bar and walked around the corner to my flat. I gestured at the sofa. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll just go and get some drinks and then get the food on to cook." I went into the kitchen. Time for a short reflection on my behaviour. Was I mad? What sort of risk was I taking here? But at the same time, I knew that, if I had the nerve, I'd make a move on him. I wanted him. I returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses and I asked him to open the wine while I went back into the kitchen to start cooking dinner. I was slicing some vegetables when he appeared in the kitchen door with two glasses of wine. "Great," I said, and I went back to what I was doing. He walked over and put my glass on the counter next to me. He put down his own glass. He stood close behind me and suddenly his hands were on my breasts. Cupping them, moving gently. It was a shock, but I realised I wasn't scared. Just nervous and surprised. He bent his head and kissed the side of my throat. He was leaning into me now. I realised I'd stopped chopping. I dropped the knife onto the board and let my head fall back onto his chest. One of his hands moved down my body to stroke the curve of my hip and then down and inwards, across the top of my thigh. I felt my clitoris twitch and then a sense of disappointment when he returned his hand to my hip. His hand moved on, down the front of my thigh, until he found the hem of my skirt and started lifting it, his fingers grazing my skin. I sighed and moved my hand over his, gently urging him to take his hand higher. He was rubbing my nipple now. I was getting wet and swollen. Still I stood over the chopping board, not moving my body. But when I felt his fingers grazing at the edge of my thong, I knew that pretty soon he'd feel how wet I was and know how much I wanted this. I moaned softly. Quickly, he took both my wrists behind my back in his hand and guided me over to the kitchen table. He pushed me forward so that I was bent over the table. A flash of panic and then so much arousal that my legs went weak when I felt my skirt being lifted over my hips. He put a foot between mine and pushed my feet apart until my legs were spread wide. "Do you want this to be good?" His voice wasn't so soft now. Apart from his hand on my wrists, he wasn't touching me. I wanted this. "Yes," I whispered. "Then you'll do as I say." I stiffened. What was he going to tell me to do? What was he going to do to me? I was feeling a little scared now. But still aroused. Still wanting him to touch me. I whispered it again. "Yes." "Take me to the bedroom." I did as he said. There were a few long silk scarves hanging on the back of the door. He picked them up. "Take your clothes off." I hesitated. I felt shy. Nervous. Jumpy. Scared. "You will do as I say. Take off your clothes." Slowly, feeling very uncomfortable, I undressed. When I was down to my thong, he told me to stop. He knelt in front of me, his face close to me, and slowly pulled off my thong. I cringed as he pulled the cotton away and revealed my cunt, clean-shaven that morning, with nothing to hide my swollen, wet clitoris and lips. He looked up at me and smiled. "Nice…." He said, and he gently ran a finger over my shaved skin. Then he stood up. "Face-down on the bed." Instantly I moved to the bed and lay face-down in the middle of it. I was feeling nervous, vaguely humiliated, and – God help me – incredibly turned on. What came next didn't surprise me. Using the scarves, he tied each of my wrists and each of my ankles, securely, to the four corners of the bed. I was spread-eagled on my stomach and the vulnerability I felt gave me a simultaneous rush of fear and arousal. He walked around to the side of the bed, clearly enjoying the sight of me laid out for him. "Where are your toys?" Without waiting for an answer, he opened the bedside cabinet and saw the big, black, flexible, double-ended dildo in there. He pulled it out. "Is this all?" "I…uh…yes…" "Then it'll have to do." He laid it on the bed next to my face. He moved to the bottom of the bed, where I couldn't see him. He was silent. What was he doing? I felt his cool hands on the backs of my knees and then I felt them moving slowly, gently, up across the insides of my thighs until he reached the top. My clitoris was aching from the need to be touched. I felt two fingers. No - thumbs. Half an inch inside my open cunt. He pulled his thumbs apart until the entrance to my cunt was stretched open. I could feel that I was, quite literally, dripping wet. He knelt between my legs on the bed. One thumb still inside me, he reached over and picked up the dildo. Roughly, he shoved the fat dildo deep into my wet cunt, until it wouldn't go any further. I lifted my hips and moaned out. I wanted him to fuck me with that thing, and he could tell. Just as quickly, he pulled the dildo out of me. I felt his hands pulling my buttocks apart and then his fingers in my ass, stretching me. Just as I realised what he was about to do, he did it. He took the wet end of the dildo and pushed it hard into my ass. I cried out in pain, but he took no notice. He buried the thing in my ass deeper and started moving it slowly in and out. The pain gave way to pleasure as I felt myself relaxing around the thick, long dildo. Soon, I was tilting my hips backwards to try and get more of this. Then I felt something at the entrance to my cunt. Cold, big. It was the other end of the dildo and soon it was stuffed deep inside my cunt so that both my holes were stretched tight around it. I'd forgotten my fear. My embarrassment. I was a horny slut and this man was giving me what I needed. He got off the bed and stood to one side to admire his work. Then he spoke. "You look just how I want you to look. Now I don't want you to move or speak unless I tell you to." Then he left the room. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. I'll be found in here dead when the neighbours notice the smell. Oh fuck. Ten minutes must have passed. He came back and stood near my head at the side of the bed. He was naked. And his cock was – oh, fuck – his cock was as fat as that big dildo that was stretching me apart. "I'm going to untie your ankles. You're going to get up on your knees." I did as he told me, keeping my legs slightly apart as I did so. He knelt behind me again and suddenly, roughly, pulled the dildo out of me. Then, just as quickly, I felt both my holes being filled again. Only this time it was the dildo in my cunt and his fat, hard cock in my ass. And he was fucking me hard and deep with his cock as he moved the dildo in and out of my cunt. I was moaning with every thrust now, loving this feeling of being filled in both holes, stretched around his cock and the dildo, being fucked hard by a stranger. He pulled his cock out of me suddenly and replaced it with the other end of the dildo. He moved up to the head of the bed and looked into my face and saw the arousal there. His hand started pumping on his cock, roughly, and after a few strokes he let out a deep growl and held his cock steady as his cum hit my face, covering my eyes and seeping between my lips. Roughly, he wiped most of his cum off my face with his hand and smeared it across my back, like he was wiping something dirty off himself. I was moaning again, feeling the dildo deep inside me and wanting to come. I could taste his cum on my lips and now I wanted him to make me come. I needed to come. I was dripping wet. My neglected clitoris was swollen and aching. He untied one of my hands and left the other secured to the corner of the bed. "Touch yourself and come for me." My knees on the bed, my neck and face still on the bed, I started gently stroking my clitoris. Mmmmmmmmm yes - this was what I needed. My two holes stuffed and stretched while I teased my clitoris slowly. I was close to coming. "I want to see you rubbing yourself hard for me." And suddenly he pulled the dildo out of my cunt and started ramming it hard and deep into my ass while I rubbed my clitoris for him. I felt the orgasm building in the pit of my stomach as he pumped my ass, and then suddenly it exploded and ripped through my body while he slowly pulled the dildo out of my tight, pulsing ass. I collapsed forwards onto my stomach, one hand still tied to the corner of the bed, and tried to catch my breath. He moved around to the head of the bed and untied my hand. Then he walked out of the room. I closed my eyes. A couple of minutes later he came back in. He was fully clothed. He leaned over and kissed my cheek, tenderly. Once. Then he walked out of the room and I heard the front door shut behind him. Never Talk To Strangers I wasn't sure if it'd be Loving Wives or Non- Con ... Non-Con kinda gives things away, but such is life at Lit. I hope you enjoy my effort. There may be fuck-ups. THE HEAVILY LADEN TROLLEY gave me my chance; and I took the opportunity presented to me. Not that she knew I'd been tracking her along the supermarket aisles; I'd taken care to be the grey man, just another suit shopping for his dinner before heading home at the end of a work day. Besides, why should she suspect she was being followed? Watching her browse for the groceries had been a surprising pleasure, not least because of the suit and heels she wore, the everyday office attire of a million secretaries and, as she browsed, I couldn't help but fantasise about ripping the buttons off that cerise shirt, which she wore a good size too small; and about rucking the tight skirt, only just bordering on decency, up around her hips; she selected mundane breakfast cereals, two-litre bottles of coke, biscuits and bread, the weekly shop, while I imagined her shoes, heels pointing skywards and dancing like a scarecrow in a hurricane as I fucked her in some dark car-park somewhere. When she turned to look at me after I offered to help with the trolley her expression twisted with apprehension. It was a good instinct she had; I could see the polite refusal forming on her lips, society's conditioning, trust nobody, especially strange men, even in broad daylight, but, ignoring the initial blurt of protest, I took control of the cart. "It's no trouble at all," I said, talking right over her refusal of help. "Just lead me to your car and I'll be off." Her heels clicked on the tarmac while she struggled to keep pace with me in that skirt. It's a sound I love, heels click-clacking like that. Puts me in mind of jaded whores in Amsterdam; jaded whores in Thailand; jaded whores in ... Well, I love that sound; it's an association thing, a Pavlovian response. With my cock stiff in my trousers I helped her unload all of her shit into the boot of the Toyota. It was a struggle to hold myself in check. The urge to take her by brute force was almost overwhelming but, from somewhere, I summoned the sense to wish her a good evening and walked away. That night, after winding myself up with some particularly nasty porn, I let my imagination run free. By the time I finished with the mature blonde in her business suit she was a bedraggled, well-used cum-sponge. I saw her again the following Thursday, at the same supermarket, loading another week's worth of family crap into the trolley. She wore a variation on the same outfit. Different coloured blouse, same size. In my head I saw the garment gaping, her tits spilling out over the cups of her bra, her face warped in that pained twist of desire and lust as she urged me to spear her gaping cunt ... This time, in the car park, she smiled at me. "You again," she said. "Anyone would think you were stalking me." Many a true word spoken in jest, not that she knew it – Oh the irony; I'd weep if I wasn't laughing so fucking hard. "Well," I said, flirting with the irresistible risk of making her suss, "I did hope I'd see you here again sometime." I played the shy card and even managed a blush. "I just didn't think it'd be so soon." Pausing, I took a long look right into her grey eyes. There was a flicker in there; perhaps from fear, I wasn't sure. Again I had to fight down my urges. Those painted lips around my cock as I thrust into her mouth and heard her gag ... Forcing my mind back on immediate concerns, this early contact was the slipperiest stage, I decided to press the issue while there was still the element of confusion for her. If there was a point at which she could save herself this was it. It was a gamble to escalate things so soon but I couldn't wait. The plan had come to me over the course of the week. It all counted on the next minute or so. Around us there were people going about their everyday business. Cars drove into the vast lot, cars drove out. The petrol station attached did brisk trade. Mothers with fractious brats pushed their own trolleys laden with monosodium glutamate to their own vehicles ... And I asked Jennifer if she'd like to go for a quick coffee. The world shrunk for me. The busyness that surrounded us faded to a background hum as I willed her to accept. Inside the bubble, under our dome of solitude, separated from the world at large, I watched Jennifer's face. Surprise, doubt, an initial compulsion to refuse ... "Just a coffee," I coaxed. "Back inside to Costa. A fast latte ...?" I smiled, hoping the sharp suit and guileless façade would convince her. They did. A week later and we met in Costa again. Two days after that it was a pub. I knew all about her. She told me about her job, her husband, her kids, everything that a lover needed to know before embarking on an excursion across such dangerous waters -- Dangerous for her anyway. I didn't give a shit about any of what she revealed; her childhood in privileged Godalming; her university days; her marriage to a moderately successful bloke who owned a printing business ... I didn't give a toss, all I could think about, as I listened to this banal drivel, was how she'd squeal when I stuck it into her. I wanted her to choke on my cock; I wanted her to kneel and pull her buttocks apart and beg me not to hurt her too much as I ripped into her sphincter ... I had some bad stuff planned for Jennifer. And it was all her fault for provoking me with those tapping heels, short skirts and tight blouses. "Another gin?" I asked as we sat in the beer garden of a pub close to the supermarket. I knew I had about ten minutes before she'd have to head off back to domestic bliss. Her face creased. I knew she wanted to stay; I was gratified that she wanted to stay here, in the pub, with me. "I ..." she began, and then smiled warily. "Go on then ..." she finished, relenting when she saw my crushed face. "Jen ...?" I began with faux hesitation. She looked at me, her eyes pale behind her spectacles, she usually wore contacts but they irritated her eyes sometimes, hence the specs. I thought the eye-wear added an extra degree of sluttishness to her already tarty ensemble. Jennifer's face covered in spunk, her glasses smeared with my gunk, was an image that I savoured. It was on the list. "I was wondering," I bumbled along. "If ..." My mobile rang. Cursing inwardly I picked it up and checked the flashing display. It was him. Answering the phone with an apologetic look at Jennifer I informed the caller that there had been developments, but that I was 'in the middle of something' right then and would give him as much information as I could, when I could. "You were saying?" Jennifer asked. She leaned in closer to me. I could smell her scent. The lust flared, deep and hot in my guts as my balls tightened and my cock stiffened. I couldn't resist looking down into the cleft of her décolletage as the two top buttons gaped and a third strained bravely against the pressure of her tits. "It's inappropriate," I croaked, the catch in my voice entirely involuntary. For once I wasn't acting. Ice tinkled in Jennifer's glass as she swirled the contents. She smirked and lifted her eyes to meet mine. Blood roared in my ears, which was surprising since I imagined the entire volume of my body's blood supply was currently pulsing in my erection. "I thought it might be," she chuckled. "I'd guessed you were rather ... Keen on me." Even though my mouth felt wadded with cotton wool in place of my tongue, I had enough noggin to carry on the game. "No, I'd better not say," I managed to mumble. Five minutes later in the Merc and I had Jennifer's knickers down. She sprawled across the acres of back seat, her head wedged against the backrest and door panel, while I pushed two fingers into her. "I've never," she gasped. "This is the first time. Nineteen years and ..." She groaned as I curled my fingers inside the sluice of her opening. At this point in the seduction of Jennifer I somehow managed to repress all the atavistic urges and conducted my business with clinical efficiency. Her first affair? A pity it had to be me, but ... Shit happens. Using the perfect level of filthy talk I fingered Jennifer's opening, curling my digits inside her, probing for that tell-tale rough patch of flesh that would make her squirm. When I found the ridge under the tips of my forefinger I gave an analytical tickle. Jennifer's gasp and convulsive twitch told me I'd found the spot. After that, it was easy. Despite the public setting Jennifer writhed against the leather seat. Her buttocks, once the skirt was bunched around her hips and her underwear a forgotten scrap on the Merc's carpeted floor, squeaked against the cushion as she fought against my insistent fingers. Jennifer stared at me, her eyes filled with that look of hatred that lust can bring to an aroused woman's face. Tiny mewls of pleasure slipped from her mouth mixed with her mantra of: "Oh dear God ... That's so good ...Just there ... Yes ... There ..." With the nasty talk pouring from me in a foul torrent I finger-fucked the bitch hard and fast. Her tits, spilling over the bra like I'd imagined, heaved as she breathed. Jennifer's usually neat, straight bob stuck up in hedgehog spikes of disarray as she jerked her head from side to side, all the while repeating the chant to finger her 'just there'. I watched objectively as, holding Jennifer's labia splayed with the fingers of one hand, I elicited a squelching dribble of ooze from her opening with the fingers of the other. Rubbing the ball of my thumb around her stiff pink clitoris gained me even higher reward as the woman squirmed and writhed. The ooze increased to a dribble until, with a great groan and an audible squirt, Jennifer climaxed loudly against my hand. The juice spurted out of her and spattered against my palm and wrist as I kept up the pressure inside her. That's going to stain, I thought to myself; not really giving a shit since the car was rented under a false name, using a hooky credit card. Pulling my goo-coated fingers from Jennifer's body I first sniffed at them before, with a slow, lascivious wink at the panting, slit-eyed woman, I slid sliding one finger into the moue of my lips. After sucking at my finger Colonel Sanders' style, I offered her the other one to taste. Jennifer licked the smears of her juice from my extended digit, and I looked at the woman inelegantly spread across the seats, her pubic bush – that's getting a trim, I thought to myself – matted and messy with the gloop she'd pissed over the upholstery. Inside my jacket pocket my phone rang again. While Jennifer fought to regain some composure I struggled to find the insistent instrument. I pressed the answer button and snarled that I was busy and would call him back tomorrow. Then, switching the fucking thing off, I turned my attention to Jennifer. "Can you get away for a few days?" I asked. "Why?" "Because I want to go away with you, just for a couple of days, both of us alone ... So we can ..." "Do more of this?" I eyed Jennifer's nipples, thick nubs like nine millimetre bullets. "Yes," I grunted. "And I'd prefer to fuck you, if that's what you want, for the first time, in a bed, not a fucking car park." I reached out and took a nipple between my fingertips. "I want to suck your tits and have you sit on my cock without fear of anyone discovering us," I lied and swapped one elongated teat for its twin. She got away from her husband with a simple lie. Not that I needed any detail as we drove west, out of Cambridgeshire towards the Peak District. When we arrived in Cromford it was early evening. Curbing our desires, and mine were white hot and flaring, we took a walk along the road, past Arkwright's Mill, to Matlock Bath. We paused periodically to kiss and touch each other in intimate places. At first Jennifer had been reticent about being so public in our display, but as her motor revved she became more daring. Her nipples were visible despite the bra she wore under the light, sleeveless top. As we kissed, tongues rolling and swirling, I'd squeeze those big jugs and grind my erection against her body as we dry humped in a convenient bus shelter. My cock leaked its ooze as I struggled against the carnal urge to fuck the horny slut right there in full view of the weekend tourists. We tempered down the ardour, restricting ourselves to light kisses and long, smouldering looks of desire. I had plans for Jennifer, and had four days in which to fulfil them, I could spare a little time for romance. When we got back to the rented cottage she jumped me. "I've been thinking about what you did in the car," she babbled, tearing at my shirt with eager fingers. "What?" I asked. "When I fingered you and you pissed cum all over the leather in my Mercedes?" "Yes," she hissed. "And I loved it. It was so dirty; it's been on my mind for days. I could never have lied to my husband before I met you. I've never felt so ... so ... I don't know. The best word I can think of is 'complete'. Nobody has ever made me come like that. It was so intense. I thought you were going to turn me inside out." I recalled the bruised look of Jennifer's sex as I'd fingered her to such an apocalyptic orgasm. Her cunt had gaped and clenched, convulsing in a yawning, purple maw like a ravenous mouth desperate for meat. She was right, I had nearly turned her inside out, and I wanted her to feel that desperation again. In fact, her eagerness for fulfilment was crucial to the fate I had planned for her up in the brooding ruins of Riber. "I'm going to do it to you again," I promised, breathless after another prolonged bout of kissing. "Get me a beer from the fridge, then I'll suck your cunt ..." Jennifer gasped at the obscenity. "Then I'll suck your cunt and we can fuck." I called out to her as she moved to the kitchen to fulfil my order. "I'll fuck you once I've fingered you until you piss." Jennifer popped the top off the bottle. She handed the beer to me with an expression that was all sparkly-eyed and horny. I swigged and grinned at her. "Take that top off," I commanded, suddenly serious. She offered me her tits when the tank top she'd been wearing fell to the floor and she'd unclasped her bra. As I sucked at her nipples Jennifer moaned soft endearments into my hair. I unbuckled her belt and, after unbuttoning and unzipping them, pulled her jeans over her hips. Jennifer's body, pleasingly matronly with her big round tits and wide hips, lay sprawled on the sofa. I forced her legs wide and, after commenting her now shaven mound, nuzzled at her sex. I pushed my tongue into the slippery crevice of her cunt before I dipped lower while, holding her cheeks apart, tongued her sphincter. As I licked and slobbered at her anus I first mauled blindly at her breasts before beginning the finger action she craved. "That's so filthy!" she screeched excitedly at the insistent squirm of my tongue in that dark crevice. "My arse! ... Oh you filthy bastard." Jennifer didn't realise that there was very little I wouldn't do when the fever of lust was upon me. I knew I'd have to take her along the road step by step, cranking the dial a bit further round each time until she would do anything I wanted her to. I popped a little blue pill with a swig of beer when Jennifer left me alone for a minute as she peed. She gave a shriek of indignation when I pushed open the toilet door to watch. "No," she insisted, "get out ..." But her resistance crumbled when I unzipped my jeans and hauled my semi-rigid cock into view. "Suck me," I ordered and advanced. Even as her piss tinkled into the bowl Jennifer acquiesced and, with a heavy-lidded look of desire, opened her mouth to take me. I went in gentle at first, allowing her to control the pace. Then when she had me stiff as iron I began to ease more of the length into her mouth. She eventually got the message after I placed my hand at the back of her head and gave her enough to make her gag. I relented after the first couple of attempts, releasing her to a gasping, teary-eyed coughing fit. The eyeliner she wore dripped down her cheeks in a parody of Alice Cooper's best stage make-up, while her pink lipstick was a smeared clown's mask. "I ... I can't," Jennifer gasped. "Kiss me," I hissed, yanking a handful of her hair and twisting her face to mine. I heard her deep-throated murmurs of arousal at the treatment, probably because, as we kissed, I was stuffing two, then three fingers into her piss-soaked opening. Crouching as I continued the stiff-fingered good news, I used my free hand to push Jennifer's blonde head back towards my erection. She was game, I'll give her that, for she took hold of my shaft and took a goodly portion of my meat into her mouth. This time, while my fingers squelched and probed her vagina, I fucked into her face relentlessly. Ignoring the gagging, and with Jennifer's palms pushing at my thighs in a vain attempt to dislodge the blockage in her throat, I stuffed my not inconsiderable girth down her gullet. Sensing she'd had enough, I pulled out of her face and wanked hard at my cock. While Jennifer struggled to recover – coughing and gagging, with long ropes of drool hanging from her mouth and sliding onto her tits – I took a grip of her hair again and aimed the jap's eye at her face. The spurts took her by surprise. She yelped and flinched as the heavy rain squirted against her cheeks and forehead. I'd been holding back for days in anticipation of this first ejaculation, and it seemed like the torrent would never end as the hot stuff jetted from me and decorated Jennifer's face with squirt after squirt of gooey semen. After that heavy outpouring, I hauled Jennifer to her feet and dragged her limp, unresisting form around to the wash basin. I didn't want her to wash, just the opposite in fact, I wanted her to stay in that filthy state while I fucked her proper; what I wanted was for her to see what a slut she looked. "You look beautiful," I whispered into Jennifer's ear as she stared, still coughing and breathless. I gave her a chance to recover before I licked a snail trail of spunk from her cheek and, gently this time, turned her face towards mine. We kissed and I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She reacted better than I could have hoped for; sucking at my tongue before breaking away from the kiss and, eyes wide and glittering, scooped a finger along her breast and sucked at the goo that she'd picked up. "Ow," she said as she felt the back of her head gingerly. "You nearly pulled my head off." "Did you like it though?" I asked, with my face a false mask of concern. "I didn't go too far did I? It's just that ... well ... I go a little crazy ... especially with a gorgeous woman like you. I hope I didn't hurt you." "It was a bit of a shock," Jennifer admitted, rubbing her head and examining her wrecked face in the mirror. "But when you came—" "Put the shoes on," I ordered, cutting off her inane babble. "Don't!" I added sharply as her hand went towards the small towel hanging in its ring next to the basin. "I want you to stay like that. It turns me on to see you all messed up. After seeing you in your work clothes, all prim and proper ... It's the contrast between the consummate professional lady and the absolute slut. Now, put the fucking heels on and walk around for me," I added with a growl. Jennifer complied. She strutted around the living room of the cottage posing periodically. When she walked off the carpeted floor and into the kitchen the sound of those heels sent me over the edge. Without a word I followed her. I swigged at the beer I'd been holding and then put it down on the work top. After pushing my jeans down over my thighs, erection still at full bore from the blue pill, I lifted Jennifer onto the laminated counter and stood between her thighs. "I said in the Merc that I wanted our first fuck to be in a bed ... The kitchen counter will have to do." Never Talk To Strangers "Oh," she gulped as I split her ungainly, sticky labia with the keel of my erection. "That's nice," she added, sighing as she wriggled into a better position and used her hands behind her to support her weight. We kissed again while Jennifer held her legs high and wide for me and I eased my knob end into her body. "Our first fuck," I whispered, holding her eyes locked with mine. "I wanted you when I first saw you in the supermarket," I admitted truthfully for once. "I knew I'd get you. I wouldn't have rested until I'd fucked into you ... Until I'd squirted my spunk inside you ..." Jennifer gulped and groaned, her eyes closing as I slid a little deeper into her. Her arms went around my neck and we kissed again while the tempo of our coupling grew more urgent. I held Jennifer's thighs in my palms as the metronomic slaps of our fucking grew into a more staccato beat. When the fire in my legs grew unbearable I pulled my length out of Jennifer's cunt and hauled her off the counter. I turned her so she was facing the wall and, pushing against her back, bent her forward so her generous buttocks were against my belly. "You filthy, filthy man," she squealed when I squatted and pushed my tongue into her dirty hole again. "You're just so ..." "Shut up," I snarled as I stood up again. "Just stick your cunt out to me so I can batter it with my cock." Jennifer moaned and complied, her elbows resting on the kitchen side with her forehead in-between. Her heels pecked the floor as I fucked into Jennifer with hard, vigorous strokes. I wanted to pound the woman into submission. I wanted to wipe that superior, cuntish expression she wore when she was out shopping off her smug face. I'd show her who was in control. "I'm going to do things to you," I hissed into her ear as I crouched over her back and mauled at her swinging tits. "I'm going to make you do things you've never even thought of. Would you like that, Jennifer? Would you like me to be in charge?" "Yes," she moaned while her hips jiggled like jelly as I forced myself harder and deeper. "Anything you say ... Just keep doing this to me ... I ..." The position wasn't enough for me. I needed her on her back, legs wide, her gaping opening angled at the roof so I could really slam down into her. Jennifer screamed when I almost yanked her off her feet after I withdrew and grabbed her hand to pull her into the living room. She fell back into the sofa in a clumsy tangle of limbs at my impatient push on her shoulder. Growling, I unceremoniously forced her legs wide and jammed a cushion under her arse before I positioned myself on top of her supine form. Our fucking grew frantic. Jennifer would try to push up to meet the jack-hammer blows from my body. The force was so terrible, and so relentless, that I thought I'd shatter her pubic bone. But Jennifer, to my delight, seemed to revel in the punishment I meted out against her soft flesh. Eventually, when I could hold back no longer, I used my fingers inside her again and forced another spitting climax from her. Jennifer reciprocated with her hand against my erection while the viscous gloop squirted onto my wrist in perfect timing with my own second outpouring. We both grunted and cursed, lost in our own little universe of release. Jennifer's cum slid between the cleft of her buttocks while I decorated her tits and stomach with garlands of spunk. For the rest of the afternoon, with my jizz drying on her body and crusting her face, I made Jennifer watch some of my best porn. The blue pill worked for hours and I'd let Jennifer languidly stroke my cock as she stared wide-eyed and shocked at the filth on my laptop screen. "Would you like to do that?" I asked, pointing at the scene in front of us. "For real?" she responded. "Why not?" I leaned over to kiss her breasts while my fingers sought out her clitoris. "Oh, God, I ... I don't know. It's so ..." "It's hot though, isn't it? I mean, just look at her. She loves it." Jennifer moaned and closed her eyes as I moved down to kneel on the carpet in front of her. "Just lie back and think about it while I lick you," I murmured. Then my fucking mobile rang. Cursing, and with a finger held to my lips to signal Jennifer's silence, I answered the call. I listened to him rant for a few moments, told him I was on it, and hung up. "I'm hungry," Jennifer said, killing the mood stone dead. With Jennifer in the shower I took the opportunity to send an email. The anticipation coiled in my guts. I contemplated another blue pill but decided against it, the inherent seediness of what I had planned would suffice for that night. She wore the clothes I'd bought for her, and I whistled with real appreciation when Jennifer came downstairs and posed in front of me. Her blonde, bobbed hair shone in the late evening sunlight that slanted into the room. Her make-up was subtle, and Jennifer looked ten years younger, with her habitual pissed-off expression smoothed out from the climaxes she'd had that day. The dress I'd provided hugged her curves, with the hem falling to a perfect point to show off her legs. I knew she wore hold-up stockings and not tights, and the image I had of Jennifer in my mind a few hours hence caused my cock to thicken in my jeans. "Turn around and lift the dress over your arse," I ordered, my voice thick with desire. Smirking, Jennifer complied. "No knickers ... Good." I stared at the woman's heavy-lipped vulva as, with the dress still hiked up to her hips, she turned to face me. "Are we going out or are you going to throw me onto the settee again?" Not that Jennifer had any inkling but I had plans for her outdoors and we left the cottage locked behind us before climbing into the Mercedes. After an intimate dinner in Matlock I drove the car out along a route towards Sheffield. It had grown dark as we'd dined, which was just as I'd wanted, and the car's headlights showed the white P against the blue background clearly. Jennifer turned to look at me as I flicked the indicator lever to signal our exit from the road into the lay-by. I stopped the car and killed the engine. The night settled around us while the big diesel engine tinked and ticked as it began to cool. "I saw a van," Jennifer whispered as she stared nervously into the dark beyond the windscreen. "Up ahead, it was parked up ahead." I pressed the button that locked the car doors. "There," I said, "Nobody can get in." I looked at Jennifer until she blinked tensely and looked away. "I thought we could have some fun out here. In the dark. Out in the open air." Placing my hand on her thigh I pushed my fingers under the hem of her dress. "I'm desperate to fuck you again, Jen. You're just so fucking sexy ..." "I thought I was frumpy and unattractive," the woman replied, still watching for life beyond the windscreen. "I haven't felt so ... desired in years," she continued. "The things you say to me ... The things you do ... Even fucking my throat like that ..." She squirmed in the big leather seat. "It's all so exciting." "Do you think there's anyone in that van, Jennifer? And," I went on quickly, "even if there is ... Would you mind if they saw us fucking?" Her legs widened as far as the dress would allow and Jennifer eased her rump forward as she tried to force my fingers into her cleft. "Watch us?" she whispered. "Oh, God ... That would be so wicked." "Suck my cock, Jennifer," I instructed, indicating my erection that I'd eased out of my clothing. The woman leaned across the divide and, in that uncomfortable, cramped position on her side, took my member between her lips. When she was busy gobbling my cock, I flashed the Merc's headlights. Not long after I heard the crunch of gravel as two shadows approached. Jennifer squealed with shock when I lifted her head from my lap and pointed to the faces peering in through the passenger side window. "Get out of here," she gabbled her eyes wide with surprise and fear. "Come on, drive," she urged. "Relax," I grinned. "They can't get in. The doors are locked. Just be calm ... And suck my cock. Give the boys a show." "I ... I can't." Jennifer shook her head. "Yes you can, Jennifer," I insisted. "You can lick my cock and show them your sexy body at the same time." The woman clamped her arms across her torso as I tried to ease the shoelace straps of her gown over her shoulders. "They only want to look, Jen," I soothed. "They just want to watch while we give each other pleasure. Look at them ... They've got their cocks out. They're all stiff and expectant. We can't let them down." One strap went over a shoulder. I kissed Jennifer and eased the other strap down. She held the bodice of the dress against her breasts for a few more seconds before capitulating. "I don't believe I'm—" I cut off her words by forcing her head back down to my groin. "Suck my dick," I ordered her. "The lads want to see you licking my pole." I tugged at Jennifer's dress, not caring if I ripped the thing now. She would do exactly as I wanted, a torn dress didn't matter. She wriggled and squirmed so that the hem of the dress rode up her hips. Her thighs fell open, exposing her sex to the toothy grins outside as I struggled to get my fingers against her labia. In the end, and with no protest from Jennifer, I unlocked the car door and, after walking awkwardly around the car because of my jeans being around my thighs, I pulled a half-naked woman into the benign summer's night. The heels crunched into the gravel under Jennifer's feet. "No touching her, lads," I warned, more to maintain Jennifer's compliance than anything else. The two men knew the score, nobody wanted her screaming and dragging the old bill into the scene; they could wait for their chance. If she felt reasonably secure knowing I was in charge she'd be more likely to comply with whatever I wanted her to do. With Jennifer's tits swinging free I ordered her to lift the hem of her dress. I smiled when she instantly obeyed. Better and better. "Come here," I barked. "Squat and suck me." The two men crowded close around us as Jennifer, inhibitions abandoned, slurped at the dome of my erection. Looking down at the crown of the woman's hair I could see her taking surreptitious, sidelong glances at the two guys who, with their cocks in their fists, masturbated to the sight. When I laid the woman back over the bonnet of the big car she willingly held herself open, fingertips against her splayed piss-flaps, and flaunted her sex at the voyeurs. Heedless of Jennifer's spiked heels against the paintwork of the car I fucked into her with rough abandon. Giving that position up as a bad job since Jennifer was constantly scrabbling for purchase against the bodywork, I turned her round and took her from behind. The slapping fap fap of our coupling sounded loud and lewd in the warm night. The two men were muttering to each other in Dutch, sidling closer and closer to Jennifer while the woman's head lolled with her pleasure. Jennifer saw how close the men were when she opened her eyes and, to my delight, and theirs, reached for their erections. Jennifer wailed as we climaxed together. I felt her cunt tightening around my cock as she came, my seed pumping into her body while I grunted and grimaced and my fingers dug into the flesh of her hips. I slid my cock out of her body and a long drop of goo spurted from her hole, spattering against the dark of her stocking. I pushed Jennifer down into a squatting position, making her cunt gape and fart a squelch of my semen onto the stones between her feet. Standing either side of Jennifer, and jerking their fists along the lengths off their erect dicks, the two men quickly took advantage of the blonde's vulnerable position. I watched as she accepted the inevitable and closed her eyes. The one who came first grunted hugely before letting a great spurt of thick gloop go in a long, arcing parabola. The stuff rained down onto Jennifer's breasts and, just as that storm abated, the second man pumped his load over Jen's face and hair. The men gave me a thumbs up and, after rearranging their clothing and making obviously disparaging remarks about the ruined slut squatting in the puddle of goo, strode back to their van. I made Jennifer walk around the car park with cum dribbling out of her and down her thighs while the two men's spunk glistened in the starlight that filtered down through the trees. "I love the way you move in those shoes," I growled, still nursing a semi-stiff penis. "Do you like being my cum-slut?" I asked. "Did it make you wet to get fucked while those two watched?" The van's engine sputtered to life, its rear lights bathing Jennifer in an apt red glow. "I'm going to drive you back to the cottage now. You're going to sit in the car... naked. When we get back I want you to get out of the motor nice and slow, let me hear those heels on the flagstones of the drive then, when you get inside, you're going to lie on the sofa while I stuff your nasty cunt with meat." Jennifer stared at me. "Oh, God," she whimpered, "what have you done to me? ... I'll do anything for you. Anything." I squirted my cum into Jennifer's body as we lay on the bed, half-spooning, with her legs over my hips as we kissed. She slept that night still wearing stained stockings, with the residue of my ejaculate dribbling from her opening and with cum crusted and dried over her skin and hair. In the morning I fucked her again. I could smell the spunk and her cunt as we rolled around on the ruined bed. This time she rolled off me as I cried out in delight, taking my cock into her mouth and just swallowing as fast as she could. When I'd finished she came to me and, as we kissed again, squirted my semen into my mouth. The day was spent recuperating. Jennifer complained about her throat being sore, hardly surprising given the abuse it suffered yesterday. I also had to tell the woman lies about my past life. It's a good thing for me that I can have several identities compartmentalised in my head. I then had to listen to her shit about how great her boys were doing in school ... about how she loved her husband ... that this was just something she'd decided to do on the spur of the moment ... blah blah ... fucking blah. Given the successes of the previous day, and given the fact that I was bored with her crap, I decided to accelerate the process and sent my surreptitious email when Jennifer was again in the shower. My phone rang again. I told him I was on it and would have information tomorrow or the next day. "Where're we going?" Jennifer asked as I pointed the car up the hill towards Riber. "Up to the old folly," I replied. "It's a ruin with a bit of history. It's also perfect for a little sleazy outdoor fun." I looked across at Jennifer's face. "You game?" She nodded enthusiastically. Stupid bitch, I thought. I kept my face away from the CCTV as, after parking in the hotel car park a few hundred yards down the hill from Riber itself, Jennifer and I walked out of the gates and back to the road. When we reached the barrier of the Herras fencing that surrounded the ruin, I pushed open a loose section and in we went. The thickening darkness as night descended lent an eerie aspect to the forlorn decay of the old place. It was a place for derelicts, recalcitrant youths, and depraved lovers. The seediness of our surroundings, coupled with the inevitable pecking of heels on the roadbed made me hard. Knowing what was waiting for Jennifer in that place made me stiffer still. It had been fun so far, but the best was yet to come. I couldn't resist halting and lifting the short denim skirt I'd insisted Jennifer wore. I squatted as she, with legs bent at the knee to accommodate me, held herself wide open. My tongue squirmed into her opening and her desire sluiced from her. I used my fingers inside her again and was rewarded with an intense, obscenity-laced and squirting climax from Jennifer. Then, as the men came at her from the darkness, I stepped back and watched. It wasn't pretty but I was soon pumping my hand along my shaft as they used her as their fuck-toy. Nothing I'd done in the last day or two came anywhere close to the depravity of the half-dozen that fell upon the woman. I gave her a parting squirt of my cum across one cheek as she, with her mouth crammed full of cock, staring at me with tears streaming from her eyes, made pathetic mewling pleas for help around the gag of flesh and gristle. Andre the Dutchman thanked me for the emails and the present. What could I say? I didn't have to throw Jennifer to him and his boys, but I owed him for some other dodgy business; I thought I'd him and his lads play with her. I shook his hand before he turned back to Jennifer. Abandoning the woman and the Mercedes I walked down the hill to where Andre had parked the van; the same van that Jennifer had seen in the lay-by the previous night. I found the keys in the ignition of the innocuous Ford Fiesta which sat in front of the van. Then I drove to the pre-arranged hotel and, once in my room, unable to wait until the morning, I used the disposable phone to call him. "Yeah," I said, "she's having an affair." I heard his breath hiss through the earpiece of the mobile. "In fact," I continued, "she's fucking more than one bloke. I saw her last night, in a car park, with one in her cunt while she wanked two others off." I didn't need to be so harsh, so cruel, but I get a kick out of it. "I've just left her now being gang-fucked. They were taking her in every hole. She looked a right mess when I left. Oh," I added, "I had to give her a couple of fucks myself. I couldn't resist it. She's such a filthy slut." Smirking, I hung up on the stunned silence. It was time for a new start anyway. I'd grown bored with the straight life. The detective thing was all a front anyway, something I'd decided to try, just for the grin. It was only when he came to me, all sus about his wife's fidelity, and after I'd first seen her at the supermarket, that I made up my mind to pack that shit in and try a different scene ... What a joke, she'd been as straight as a die until he'd pointed me at her.