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Sarah Ch. 01

By: Mikro



Those of you who have read my stories before know I don't write short stories, this is the longest yet, I couldn't break it down anymore without detracting from the plot. I hope you enjoy the new character (M)

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Sarah lay there doing her duty, thinking of nothing in particular just looking at the spot on the ceiling where she always looked when her husband had sex with her. She stopped calling it 'making love' many years ago and was now at the time in her life when she was just glad when he rolled off her and fell asleep.

James made his usual grunt as his semen spurt into her and a second later he rolled off. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean up; by the time she got back he was asleep as usual. She felt nothing, but then she never did, she had done her duty like she had done for nearly twenty years.

She had met James when she was 18 and he was 28. Her parents adored him and had arranged the wedding more or less as a matter of procedure, as though it was expected that she would marry him even before she had met him, not helped much by the fact that James was the son of her father's oldest friend. Sarah was totally naive. Relationships, sex and marriage were never discussed in her home so when James asked her to marry him she knew it was her parent's dearest wish that she said yes, and that they had probably assumed the proposal was just a formality. 

The wedding had gone pretty much as weddings do, Sarah feeling like an outsider throughout seemed to be ushered from one part to the next without anyone being concerned for her feelings, all just so happy she had made such a good match. The wedding night was a bit of a surprise as no one had told her anything about sex, not even what to expect, just that they slept in the same bed and that James would 'Have needs' which she was expected to help him with. Accordingly when he pulled up her nightdress and pushed her legs apart she was a little confused, what happened next was slightly painful, very embarrassing, and messy. Thankfully it lasted only a few minutes. And that's how it had been ever since.

Now at 35 Sarah looked back and wondered if thing's could ever have been any different. She doubted it, deep down she resented her parents for there total lack of 'worldliness'. She slipped back into bed and soon drifted off to sleep.

As usual the alarm went off at six am the following morning; she woke up and as usual showered and went downstairs to prepare breakfast. Once it was ready she woke her husband and waited in the dinning room till he appeared some fifteen minutes later dressed and ready for work. As usual they ate in silence and as usual at six forty five he left for work with a cursory 'Bye'. She knew that as usual he would catch the seven o'clock train to the city and he would sit in his usual place and read his usual paper getting to work at his usual time, while she got dressed in her usual totally unfashionable office suit and went to work in her usual car to her usual office in the local town. 

'My, isn't life exciting' she mused.

Sarah walked into her usual office and said her usual "Good morning Jill" to her secretary and then sat at her usual desk.

Jill was the same age as Sarah but she seemed much younger, full of life and apparently able to laugh at anything. Sensible, very fashionable and got on well with almost everybody, but no one dared to try and get past her to see Sarah, she was like a watchdog and never let anyone past without clearing it with Sarah first. Sarah looked at her sometimes and wondered why she wasn't more like Jill, even envied her at times because she just seemed so happy all the time. Yet Sarah couldn't call her a friend, or anyone else come to that, in her whole world Sarah didn't have anyone she could truly call a friend, they were all, acquaintances.

"Here's that Harringay report you asked for." Jill said, "And today's post, nothing urgent for a change. Coffee or tea today?"

Sarah took the papers and smiled, "Lets be daring and have tea shall we?"

Jill turned and left the office without a comment, closing the glass door behind her. Sarah felt a slight flush at her 'Let's be daring' comment being ignored, . She checked through the post and distributed it for action and then studied the report. She was still looking at it when Jill brought her tea in. "When do I have a few days free Jill?" Sarah asked, "I think I will have to have a look at the Harringay store, they seem to be getting a bit stagnant, and maybe they need a push."

"I thought they had that young guy in there now?" Jill commented.

"Yes they do but you know what these graduates are like."

"Yes I know what you mean, I'll check the diary but I think you're pretty clear for the next few weeks." She went to her desk and pulled out a large desk diary. "Yes. Nothing major for three weeks, I can book you in for next week if you like and see how it goes, if anything comes up I will email you or phone if you like, might do you good to get away for a while, you seem a bit tense these days."

"Err....Yes book it for next week but keep it quiet I want to have a look at them on the QT, the change might do me good." 

Sarah knew the change would not do her any good, it wasn't a change she needed. Since her teens she had always felt like this as her menstrual cycle approached. For years she had just passed it off as part of the cycle, till some years ago she had discovered masturbation. Her first orgasm had seriously changed her opinion of 'that feeling'. She now knew that it would creep up on her slowly, to begin with it was only now and again but since she had started masturbating it had become more regular and, if she was honest more needed. That was what was wrong with her. She was a week past her cycle and she had deliberately denied herself the release masturbation would give her, just to make it stronger. She loved the feeling a strong orgasm gave her but hated the guilt that came with it, the feeling of being dirty, perverted in some way, but her body craved for it and she knew that very soon she would have to give herself that relief.

The following couple of days passed like all the rest. Her trip to Harringay was booked for three days but she knew that it could change once down there. She had not relieved her frustration yet and the pain was getting excruciating, she knew she would have to give in very soon. Tonight was like most nights when the pain got bad, she was working late, a lot later than usual. She was in no hurry to get home as she knew that James would be late home as well and she hated being in the house by herself, she also slyly admitted that she hated doing dinner for him when he came home so late. It didn't matter what time he got in, if she was there he expected a cooked meal, part of being a working wife he said.

Finally she decided she couldn't put it off any longer, she would drop some papers off in Ben's office and go home. Ben was supposed to be the office administrator but it seemed he always got someone else to do his work. Sarah hadn't bothered to switch any lights on as she was used to walking around in the semi darkness, the night lights gave out a soft eerie glow that somehow warmed her. As she approached Bens office she heard sounds coming from inside, not sure what to expect she crept along till she could see clearly through the glass walls into his office. Now the sounds were clear, and the cause.

"Oh god Ben that feels so fucking good, harder do it harder." the voice said. Sarah couldn't see the girls face so wasn't sure who it was. But what she was doing was plain; she was naked, bent over a chair with Ben, also naked standing behind her, hands on her hips and pulling her onto him. As Sarah was to their side they hadn't seen her but she could plainly see Ben pushing his cock into her as hard as he could, the look on his face telling how much he was enjoying it.

"Your one fucking horny bitch." he said. "You know that? One horny fuck."

"Just fuck me babe and fuck me hard," she said.

Sarah watched hypnotised by what she saw. This wasn't how it should be. This was wrong, sex wasn't....wasn't...like this. It was boring and horrible. Her legs were shaking and she knelt on the floor before she collapsed and was heard. She could hear them though and the sounds were of fun, excitement, pleasure and one other sound she knew, orgasm, though to compare what she had, or the sounds she made, with the sounds emanating from that office was to compare a trip to town with a trip to the moon. She could feel her clit throbbing, her own need was forcing its way out and she was unable to keep total control, but she also couldn't leave, she had to know who the girl was, why did she seem to enjoy it and even drive Ben to greater effort and longing.

Even after the woman orgasmed they didn't stop. Sarah crept behind a plant and found a seat where she could just see them without being spotted. Again she let out a quiet gasp as she saw the woman on her knees, Ben's cock deep in her mouth and the look of absolute pleasure on Bens face almost made Sarah cry, and still she couldn't see who the woman was. Then Ben picked her up and laid her across his desk, pushing her legs apart so that her pussy was wide open, getting to his knees he pushed his face into that warm, wet pussy and started to use his tongue. The woman's face was finally clear. Sarah gasped, louder than she meant to and ran from the office, forgetting the reason she went there in the first place, she ran out of the building and got into her car.

She couldn't get the image out of her head, legs spread and Ben using his tongue and mouth on that delicate bud. Sarah's was throbbing in pain, she could hardly see, tears filling her eyes from the agony between her legs made driving almost impossible but she had to get away. Once out of town she pulled off the road and found herself in a dirt track road leading into some woods, she stopped the car and switched it off. She was lost to the pain now, lost to the need to be relieved. She yanked her skirt up, feeling it rip as she did so and wormed her pants down. Her fingers dived into her wet hole and found the cause of all that pain, she forced her fingers deep inside and rubbed her bud viciously gasping with the pain, and the pleasure, harder and harder she forced first one then three fingers into her wet hole until she was finally lost to the pain relieving orgasm. She screamed like she had never screamed before, she gave into the lust and images flashing before her eyes and still she didn't stop. Twice more she came in quick succession before, through sheer exhaustion, she had to stop. She sat for an age before she dressed herself and started the car. Only then did she realise the risk she had taken, alone in a wood, she hadn't even locked the doors, anything could have happened. She burst into panic, locked the doors and then burst into tears, sobbing her heart out. Why? she couldn't say. She just kept asking herself if her whole life had been a lie, sex wasn't supposed to be fun or enjoyed. It was a painful duty, but then she had to ask herself why she always prolonged her own enjoyment.

"Stupid bitch!" she yelled, and then quietly "That's not sex, it's not, it's.... not."

She hit the steering wheel in anger and drove away, making her way home, praying that James had gone to bed, or at least fed himself. Her mind a mixture of total confusion and longing, longing to know the truth, longing to know why what she had seen had affected her so strongly.

Thankfully when she got home James had gone to bed. She pottered around the kitchen making herself a sandwich she didn't really want and then poured herself a large brandy. Sipping the brandy as she picked at her sandwich she tried to make sense of what she had seen, none of it fitted with her lifelong view of what sex should be like, but then, was it her view?

After an hour or so she suddenly realised that she couldn't in any way justify her belief of what sex or even relationships should be. She wasn't even remotely experienced enough. She had always believed that you only have sex with someone you love and were married to, i.e. your husband. She didn't love James. She had never loved James. She had married him because it was expected, and if she was really honest she would have to admit to probably despising him, that in itself was a revelation. As for sex, if she had been doing it this long with James, a man she didn't love, what the hell did love have to do with sex? Nothing! But....sex was.... dirty, wrong. But who had told her that, nobody had, she had just assumed it because her parents never ever mentioned it, because as her mother had put it the only time she had ever mentioned it, 'It was a necessary inconvenience to keep your husband happy.'

By the time she went to bed she couldn't figure out if she was more or less confused, but when she saw James lying there she felt revolted and tried to keep as much room between them as possible. The one decision she did make was, 'James will never do that to me again.'

The following morning she woke up as usual and went through the usual routine, her mind was still full of confusion but she pushed it to the background as best she could, she knew that once she was at work it would constantly be in view and in her thoughts.

As she went up in the lift she steadied her nerves, took a deep breath and tried to look as natural as usual. She walked to her office as usual, "Morning Jill!" she said, and went straight through, closing the door behind her, she walked to the window and looked out, not seeing anything, just flashing pictures from the night before. 

She heard the door open, "Post, tea and coffee." Jill said, "I think we need to talk don't we?"

Sarah slowly turned round, "What do you mean?"

Jill turned and closed the door, "I saw you last night. And I think you saw me didn't you?"

Totally deflated Sarah flopped into her seat, "I didn't mean....I was just bringing some papers to Ben and...."

"You saw us, how long were you there?" Jill had taken control. She could see that her boss was distressed and wanted to clear the air. She liked Sarah; she liked working for her even though she had always been distant. Jill had always believed that Sarah was like a lost little girl, great at her job, but outside, on the few occasions they had met at the pub, she always seemed lost, locked in her own little world. 

"Too long" Sarah replied, unable to look Jill in the eye.

"Im sorry." Jill said. "Sometimes I just can't control myself. We thought everyone had gone home, security never comes up that late so we just, well, did it." She smiled.

"But Jill, you're married."

"Oh Eddy knows all about it, we have a very open marriage, we love each other to bits but, God life can be so boring sometimes."

"I don't understand," Sarah said, bursting into tears, "I just don't understand any of it."

Jill was taken aback by the sudden tears and wasn't sure what to do. She went to her desk and pulling out a box of tissues put them on the desk in front of Sarah. Jill waited till she had calmed down

"I'm sorry Sarah; I didn't realise you were so upset."

"Oh it's not you, it's me." Sarah said and it all came out, how she had been shattered to see Jill enjoying it, how she had been brought up, how she was getting to hate her husband. All in one long flow Sarah let out all her confusion and frustration, even down to her masturbating and the ensuing guilt. She kept going till it was all out in the open.

When she stopped Jill was totally shocked, she didn't know what to say, and if she did she wouldn't have known how to say it.

"God that felt good" Sarah gasped with a laugh. The mood lightened immediately "You must think I'm a right prude."

"Well, no not really, I'm not sure what to say. Look, why don't we go and have an early dinner, I don't feel comfortable talking to my boss about, well you know, not here in the office."

Sarah agreed and they left for the Twisted Arm. They ordered there drinks and grabbed a pub lunch, not that either of them felt like eating but it gave them something to fiddle with as they talked. 

They sat in a secluded corner and Jill said, "So! All that, in the office, did you mean it for real."

"Oh I meant it, every word unfortunately"

"If you were brought up like that I can see why you were so confused, are so confused. I take it your husband was your first?"

"And only." Sarah laughed, "I didn't even, you know." she said twiddling her fingers in the air, "till a few years ago and even that I thought was dirty, now your going to tell me I have got it all wrong."

"Well I would say, misguided, not wrong. We all do what we want to do, what we feel is right for us. Just because I started much younger than you doesn't make it right for you, it was my life and my decision.

"Well my life was everyone else's decision. How old were you when you.... started?"

"Bloody hell I was in my teens when I first masturbated, and not too long after that when I lost my virginity." Jill went on to give Sarah her full sexual history, who with, how many what positions, and even that she had been with a woman or two. Her relationship with her husband and how they were not only lovers but best friends, how they doted on each other and on their two kids and how once they realised that life was becoming stagnant they decided to enjoy life a little more on their own as well as with each other. The one rule was 'No Secrets'.

Sarah listened intently, adding a question here and a question there. Finally she said, "I feel such an idiot, I have worked with you all these years and would never have guessed it was possible that you or anyone could live like that. If it was me I would be so riddled with guilt I would probably kill myself, or even worse take up religion."

Jill laughed, "Well I hate to say this but I think you and I may be opposite ends of the same pole. Not everyone is like me, but I don't know anyone else who looks at life through such a narrow window as you."

"Well it's too late now, you can't teach an old dog new tricks can you?"

"I thought you already had changed. You're not giving in to your husband anymore, that's a start. How about your clothes?"

Sarah looked at her business outfit, "What do you mean my clothes?"

Jill gave a nervous laugh, "Well, how honest can I be?"

"I would have thought that was obvious, I have never spoken to anyone the way I have spoken to you today, not ever. I think it's obvious that I am not happy the way I am and that I need to change, if that's possible, but I don't know what to change or even how to do it, or if I can. Just tell me, woman to woman."

"Ok here goes, but don't interrupt or I will chicken out. From what I can see you have a great figure, nice long legs gorgeous hair and underneath that stern attitude you do have a sense of humour and even fun. The clothes cover it all, hide it I suppose. They are dark, dowdy and totally unflattering, and I bet you wear granny knickers as well, don't you?" Not sure if she had gone too far Jill sat in silence, waiting to get the sack. The wait seemed to last forever.

"I don't even know what granny knickers are." Sarah said with a laugh. "I dress for work I suppose, I've never even thought about having a nice figure, not really, I use the gym at home but usually because I am angry, which if I think about it is most of the time. So what can I do about it all?"

With a sigh of relief Jill asked, "How determined are you to change, how determined are you to open your eyes to the real world and what it has to offer. How far are you willing to go to change your life?"

"Hello ladies, can I get you a drink?" It was Ben.

Sarah flushed and said, "No thank you." rather sternly.

"Yes you can." Jill said and told him what they were both drinking. 


Sarah Ch. 01



I'd got home late from work knowing that Sarah was going out with her girlfriends for the evening. It wasn't something they did often, maybe every couple of months or so. I made a sandwich, grabbed a beer and sat down to watch the TV and wait for her to return home. Normally Sarah would be home by about midnight, but after 1 and then 2am came and went I began to get worried. Finally about 2.45 I heard a car stop outside and then the door slam as the car sped away. Looking out the window I saw Sarah clinging to the gate post, so I rushed out to see if she was OK and to help her back inside. 

As I took hold of her to walk her back up the drive I was greeted with, 'Hello I thought we'd all finished, you want some more of me already!' Sarah was totally pissed, she didn't seem to even recognise me. I then noticed that her jacket had fallen open and that she was only wearing her quarter cup bra, stockings and a garter belt. This stuff was normally only reserved for the bedroom, apart from once when I'd persuaded her to wear it out with me under a long coat, but that was in our car at night.

As she staggered away from me up the drive I could see that the jacket only came down to the suspender belt she was wearing and that her arse and legs were all on show, a soft sheen reflecting the glow of the street lights. As she reached the house she turned and slurred to ask if I was going to come and join her or not?

By the time I had entered and closed the front door, Sarah was in the lounge, leaning over the side of the sofa, more long ways along the back actually. Her arse was red raw where it had obviously been spanked and roughly treated, something she'd never let me do, and it looked as if she been rubbed up against a wall, by the grazing on her soft skin. Her thighs were also red from, love bites and there was obvious signs of cum running down her legs into her stocking tops. 

As I walked up to her I put my hand on her lower back, to which she softly groaned and spread her legs slightly. I didn't know what to say or do. We'd often talked of my fantasy of her being fucked by other men, but it was only talk and I would always be there. I moved round to her head, only to find she'd fallen asleep. I looked at my wife spread out across the back of the sofa. Mostly naked, her hair messed up, her make up smeared, cum still dripping out of her and dried over her and covered in yet more love bites and red marks.

I didn't know whether to be angry or so horny that I just wanted to fuck her there and then. As she was so passed out, I sat down in a chair opposite Sarah and thought for a while about what I should do. After what seemed like ages, but was probably only a few minutes, I'd formed a plan, probably helped on by the huge hard-on I was sporting. 

I went upstairs and got our digital camera and began to take pictures of her. Pictures of the overall scene and close-ups of her infidelity. The red marks and welts. The love bites. The cum dripping out of her cunt down her stockings. I even decided to add a couple of extras for my own pleasure.

I went to the kitchen and retrieved a cucumber from the fridge and a banana form the fruit bowl. Firstly I inserted the banana up her wet cunt and fucked her with that, taking pictures of this scene as well. Then it was the cucumber's turn. It was a massive 10" long beast, but it slid in with no trouble. More pictures followed as she swallowed it whole. An unbelievable sight. Then back to the banana, but this time I peeled it first. The heat from Sarah's cunt was immense. The cucumber had come out warm, but the banana stood little chance. Before it fell to mush I removed it from Sarah's cunt and held it to her lips. She sighed and her tongue snaked out to lick the soft fruit. Then I returned it to her burning pussy and pushed it fully home. Not easy as the fruit began to mush.

This was enough for me. I dropped my trousers, lined my swollen dick up with Sarah's entrance and pushed home. What with the heat of her already cum and banana filled cunt, I soon hit bottom. The mushy banana and cum squeezed down the side of my dick and down her legs. After as few moments of this, and virtually no response from Sarah, I decided to try what I'd always been after. To fuck her tight little virgin arse.

So with my dick slick with banana, her juices and someone else's cum, I lined up against her tiny brown hole and began to push my way in. At first I thought it wasn't going to happen, but then as she opened up for me and I was in. Slowly I kept pushing until I felt my pubes against the soft skin of her backside. Still, all Sarah did was moan, no protest at all, she was so out of it. I'd never seen her this drunk before. I began to build up pace, fucking her harder and harder, knowing I wasn't going to last long. Then it happened. My orgasm hit me spurting my cum deep up inside her bowels. I thought I was never going to stop. I'd never cum this much before. Eventually when I'd finished I just lay down across Sarah's back as my dick slowly shrank inside her tight broken-in arse. 

When I finally slid out, I grabbed the camera and took a few more shots. Of her banana and cum soaked cunt and arse, with just a tiny dribble of my cum leaking out of her, as she'd closed up tight again. These pictures were going to be my ammunition for a lot of fun. As it turns out, for both of us!



Next morning, I awoke to an empty bed. Thinking Sarah had risen early I got up and started to put my plan in to action. I switched on the pc and downloaded the pictures from the camera I'd taken the previous evening. There were some really good ones! I then went downstairs to eat. As I walked by the lounge I noticed Sarah, who by now had slid down on to the sofa, but still in the same state I'd left her last night. 

I got myself a drink and returned to wait for her to wake up. After about 15 minutes of her still dozing I started to make noise. I switched on the TV and started watching the news, fairly loudly. With a groan Sarah raised her head and asked what all the noise was about and then realised what a bad hangover she had.

After a few more moments of complaining 'oh my god, oh my god, never again' she started to sit up. But it wasn't until she was almost upright that she opened her eyes. Sarah then realised what state of dress, or undress, that she was actually in. Immediately she tried to cover herself up, but this was pretty pointless really. It was then that I asked her what happened last night. The look of horror on her face was unmistakeable, as she broke down and kept apologising that it wasn't her fault, her friends had got her drunk, she didn't know what she was doing, etc, etc.

Sarah looked at her own body and saw the love bites, the red marks from the rough play and the dried cum stains all over her. She knew there was no point in denying anything. She just kept on apologising. I suppose if I were in the same position I'd do the same, but I wasn't, so I kept playing it for all it was worth. The outraged husband, unfaithful wife bit.

Eventually I told her to follow me upstairs. This in it self wasn't the easiest thing for her to do, but eventually I sat Sarah down in front of the pc and showed her the pictures, well most of them any way! Again she broke down, sobbing, apologising, asking what was I going to do. 'Please don't chuck me out' she kept begging.

'What should I do', I asked her, 'it wasn't me that obviously got fucked over and over last night?'

She was beside herself with self pity and remorse. 'I'll do anything' she kept saying. Well what could I say, I almost felt sorry for her.



Sarah Ch. 01



Chapter 01: Finally Eighteen

Sarah looked at herself in the mirror. She admired her sexy physique as she pulled on her bikini bottoms. Her 32C breasts still bare, she turned so that she could get a good view of herself from the side. She thought the female form was so perfect, she always said that it was no wonder that men had a hard time keeping their eyes off of it. Even so, she would much rather have a man to a woman, but she'd never mustered up the courage to do anything before. She was still a virgin, and it was her eighteenth birthday, she wanted to do something special, and she knew exactly who with, his birthday happened to be exactly one week before hers, so he was now legal as well. It was perfect! 

"Speaking of dates," she said as she pictured her calendar in her head; unfortunately, today was her most fertile day, so if she did anything, she'd HAVE to make sure it was with a condom. Even so, she loved the idea, even if she had to suppress a little bit of fear. What if it hurt? What if she didn't like it? What if she got pregnant? She shook the thoughts out of her head and just focused on how good it would feel.

She put on her bikini top (not that it covered very much), and opened the bathroom door. She walked out, and went to her bedroom. She pulled on a white tank-top and a pair of pink boyshorts. The tank-top was perfect, because it was somewhat see through, and so you could see her black top underneath. She made sure to pull the thin straps of her bikini bottoms just up above the waistband of the boyshorts as well. She wanted to be revealing enough that the boys could get an eyeful, but not so much that it was slutty.

This was going to be the best birthday party she'd ever been to, much less been the guest of honor at. She was so excited for her guests to arrive that after getting dressed, she went downstairs to get everything perfect. She turned on the music, set out the snacks, and everything was looking gorgeous, and the temperature was perfect for the pool as well. The doorbell rang, it must be the first guests arriving. Sarah's mother answered the door, and let in the first two people, Maria and Rachel, Sarah's two best friends. as they walked out onto the back porch, she greeted them, hugging them both. "You look great!" Rachel said.

"Thanks, it must be the magic of being 18," Sarah replied with a wink. Sarah offered them each a drink from the cooler, and they sat downn chairs next to the pool, waiting to see who was next. They chatted between themselves for a while, until more guests arrived. As the back yard filled up with guests, Sarah went venturing to look for a specific someone.

Brendan was already in the pool when she found him, and caught his attention. "What are you doing in the water without me?" she mocked, splashing him with her foot. She sexily removed her outer clothes and leapt in next to him, splashing him. Sarah let herself float underwater for a few short moments, looking at his swim trunks. She smiled to herself, knowing that they'd be off of him before the night was over. 

"Watch it," he laughed as she came out of the water next to him. "You look great," he said, checking her out. She could tell that he was trying to imagine my bikini was clear; she felt a smirk of a small victory slide across her face.

"You're the second person to tell me that tonight," responded Sarah.

"Who was the first?" Brendan questioned. Sarah thought it was so cute that he was being somewhat territorial of her.

"Just Rachel." A look of understanding crossed his face as he nodded knowingly. He was going to be way too easy, she thought to herself, but she didn't mind.

Sarah spent a good while working both Brendan and herself up, flirting with him and being very touchy. She would press herself right up against his bare chest, feeling her heart beat as she knew how excited it was probably making him. She wasn't ignoring her other guests, just focusing on one in particular. Unfortunately, they were interrupted by dinner as Sarah's mom announced.

There was a feast waiting for them inside, with so much food, that Sarah figured that they'd have leftovers for the next week or two, even with the number of visitors tonight. They all ate for a while, and Sarah conversed with all of the people there, but was thinking of Brendan the entire time. After dinner was the time for games. Sarah's mom was going to be busy with the dishes for a while, so now was Sarah's prime opportunity to make a move.

Sarah, still wearing only her bikini, slid over to Brendan and wrapped her arms lightly around him, as she leaned up to whisper in his ear. "You want to see my room?" she asked. Brendan nodded his approval with a smile across his face. Sarah led him up the stairs and into her posh bedroom, closing the door behind them and sitting herself at the foot of the bed. She patted next to herself and asked Brendan to sit with her. He did so, looking around her room at all of the girly things she'd collected over the years.

"This is kind of a cool bedroom," he admitted as she began to rub his back lightly. He looked at her and her heart jumped, she loved those eyes. Before they continued, she knew they'd have to be quiet about everything up here so her mom wouldn't hear, and she told Brendan so.

"Here," she said, climbing onto the bed and sitting behind him so that he was between her legs. She wondered if she could do this without giving away the fact that she was trying to get into his pants. "Let me give you a massage." She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to work with them. He intermittently gave out little sounds of content and little complements. She worked her hands down his back, almost to his tight ass, but decided that she'd let him make the first move.

Sarah leaned around his shoulder, and looking him in the eyes, asked "How about you try?"

They swapped positions, and she let him work his hands around her shoulders. Then his hands moved down her back. She said "If it'll help, you can untie the strap on my back. But not the one around my neck." Not yet, she thought. His hands seemed a little bit unsteady as he untied the bottom strap. As he let the strings go, they laid themselves nicely by her sides. He began to work his hands down her back again, and she was feeling very horny.

When he was done, she laid herself back, so she was resting against his chest. She hoped she was giving Brendan a nice view of her tits. "Why don't you continue?" she suggested. "Put your hands wherever you think they should be." Brendan slid his hands underneath her arms, and lifted the hanging bikini above her chest. Her breasts were now completely exposed to him, and Sarah felt her heart beating quickly.

As Brendan took one of her nipples in between his fingers, Sarah's pleasure began to invade. Her bottoms were soaked, and it wasn't because she'd been swimming. Sarah felt his penis harden against her back, and it got her even more excited, as she tried to hold off from ripping off his trunks. His hands explored her chest for a while longer, until Sarah couldn't hold on any longer; this had been enough foreplay for her. She rolled off of Brendan and quickly took him with a kiss. Her first kiss with Brendan, in fact. She was amazed at herself that she'd actually skipped first base until now. And she was about to skip third.

Sarah put a hand on either side of Brendan's shorts and pulled down, and Brendan, without any objection, let them slide from his body. She reached under the bed and pulled out a condom. It had been sitting there a while, Sarah wasn't sure how long, but she didn't care, it was safe. She tore the package open, and slid the latex around his cock. It fit like a glove, and she was getting wetter just looking at his erect crotch. She slid out of the remaining piece of her bikini, and let herself glide over Brendan's body, until she could feel something hard and warm right at the same level as her crotch. She rolled him over onto her, so that he could take her while she was lying back. Brendan picked himself up and Sarah raised her legs around his waist, letting him have a perfect position to enter her. He pushed himself forward, and Sarah felt him put the tip of his warm, hard shaft against her entrance. He pushed farther, and a small pain arose, but Sarah just laid her head back and waited for the pain to finish.

Brendan pushed harder, and the pain erupted into her, but she also felt a presence where she'd never felt one before. The pain didn't last long, and she realized that she probably had a look of anguish on her face, so she let it melt away as Brendan pushed and pulled himself from her slowly. She felt every movement he made, she felt like he had completely wrapped her in himself (even though this was the exact opposite of the truth). 

As he pushed into and out of her, she felt as though she was getting closer and closer to just levitating right off the bed, and then her first orgasm finally hit her. It was as though she'd been taken into the very gates of heaven at that precise moment and it felt like everything and nothing all at once. As the feeling subsided, she heard Brendan make a few gasping breaths, and a different feeling filled her crotch. She felt him shoot his cum into the condom, not because she felt the movement, but it simply felt like a small warmth against her cervix. Brendan pushed himself as far in as he could go. His cock finally finished twitching and Sarah stopped feeling the warm spurts. But then there was another one, it was later than the rest and it felt strangely warmer, but Sarah thought nothing of it. Brendan pulled himself out and they laid there. They stayed that way for about ten minutes, until Brendan finally got up.

Sarah didn't notice it at first, but as she watched Brendan smile sweetly at her, her eyes drifted south to his penis. The condom was completely empty. Sarah knew she'd felt him cum, so there was only one place it could be. She looked down at her crotch and saw his white, potent sperm ooze from her fertile pussy. That last blast of warmth she felt was the condom breaking. "Brendan!" she whispered in a serious tone, pointing to her crotch.

"Oh, shit," he whispered.



Sarah Ch. 01



It was one thirty in the morning on a Thursday when I found myself a witness to a flaw in physics, as Sarah was sitting on top of my bed in my bedroom, and I knew full well that those two properties of this universe could not take up the same space. She rested her back against the headboard with her knees up to her chest. Her coat was on the chair in the corner, and she looked comfortable. Which made one of us.

She intimidated me. She was barely in her twenties and had obtained her degree, while I stuck with role that required minimal responsibility, and I just turned thirty. She was also cooler than me, which is strange, because I understand the juvenile senselessness in that way of thinking, but that was because I always selfishly thought I was smarter and more cultured than everybody else. Then, I met her, and I now feel like I'm living in junior high.

I was leaning over the side of the bed, looking for a large wooden box that seemed to keep misplacing itself after each use. Shame wept over me as I groaned to reach for the stash, finally wrapping my fingers around a corner. I sat beside her and revealed the contents inside.

So, we work together. Earlier tonight, we ended up in conversation for the first time, and I let slip that I smoke ganja, and suddenly, she got really interested. Instinct led me to believe she was trapping me into getting fired, so I was reluctant to share more details. Her physicality, however, seemed to be enough of an insistence that I had no problem changing my mind moments later, where I divulged my regular bake schedule. She suggested we should hang after work. I laughed.

I snorted.

When it became clear a minute later that she was serious, I apologized, admitting my obvious confusion at her interest to hang, even if it was just to smoke weed. She simply stated her curiosity has overwhelmed her the last few months, and I found I could relate to that. I felt the same sudden desire to know what it was like to live life as a stoner.

"How do you want to smoke?" I asked.

"A joint."

"Are you sure? A bong might be less harsh."

"I want to try and roll it."

I picked a bag of Kush and placed a few nugs into the grinder. After a few cycles, I fumbled through the rest of my stash gadgets before finding a pack of rolling papers. I placed the box lid upside down on her lap, emptying the grinder in the center.

I live my life by details, because the more I remember, the better I know what impact that moment will have on my life. This particular night had many. The first was the moment our skin first made contact when the skin of my fingers met the softer skin of her thumb when handing her the papers.

"Thanks", she said, smiling.

I nodded, staring at her. If the nanosecond of muscle movement in her neck hadn't clued me in to turn away my gaze, she would have found my stare to be creepy and unromantic. But, I couldn't help it. I was astounded this beautiful person was beginning a memory with me. She evenly sprinkled the weed atop the folded receptacle, generously approximating the amount we'll consume. Without changing her focus, she asks, "Wanna turn on some music?"

"Uh... yeah, sure."

Fuck.

This could be scary. The music I decide to play may either placate her, or repel her to leave. I couldn't play the music I normally listen to. Aborted, Cannibal Corpse, Bruno Mars, I mean... these just aren't the bands that will impress other women.

I tried thinking outside of the box, and eventually settled on a Ben Folds Five vinyl. I set the needle down and she gave me a smirk.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. I like Ben Folds."

"Why the smirk?"

"This is what you listen to?"

"I listen to this."

"All the time?"

"Well," I paused, "not all the time."

"You don't need to impress me," she stated bluntly. "I don't want you to play me what you think I want to hear. It's your house. Play your music."

"I don't think you want to listen to my music."

Her eyes burned straight into mine as she pulled the joint up to her lips and gently licked the strip of glue on the paper, never turning her stare away. I bowed my head in defeat and thumbed through my phone. I played what I listened to last, a technical death metal song.

It played for a while, the guitars shredding through the speakers, while the pulse of the drums traveled through the walls and the floor. She smiled.

"I like it," she said. "Not my go-to style of music, but it has musicianship."

I couldn't think of anything to say. Nothing to contribute, nothing to praise... nothing to acknowledge. Eventually, I nodded. The way she rolled her eyes didn't feel condescending, but rather forgiving. She patted the space next to her.

"Sit down."

As I fell beside her, she turned her body towards me and brought the joint to my lips. Briefly, I looked at her for what I guess was permission, eventually accepting it with my mouth. I grabbed a lighter from my pocket and lit the end, where the white burst into an orange plasma. Immediately, the smoke tightened my chest, and I could feel a searing pressure against my throat. I couldn't control the small droplets of spit that expelled when I coughed out what I hit. I took one more puff, smaller, then quickly sucked the air in. Holding my breath, I handed it to her.

Her lips pouted around the joint, accentuating a perverse thought racing through my mind. She hit it quickly, taking to quick tokes, than coughed as well, albeit, more reserved. When she got the last of the smoker out of her, she smiled at me, handing me back the weed.

"Thanks for inviting me over, and letting me smoke your weed."

"Don't mention it," I said, taking another hit. "It was my pleasure."

"So how long have you been smoking?"

"Probably about three years."

Her reaction had some shock, leading her to shorten her puff. She compensated with another small hit, then asked, "I would have thought sooner."

"I never had any curiosity until then."

"So why do you like doing it?"

I paused for a moment, trying to figure out how to answer.

"I guess," I started, "it helps me with a lot of things. I feel more motivation to do more things, push myself harder, it gives me a lot of confidence, and it makes certain experiences more gratifying."

She handed me the joint with a quizzical look on her face.

"If it gave you so much confidence, how come it took you until tonight to talk to me?" she asked.

I laughed and genuinely answered, "It gives me a little bit of confidence. It doesn't make me a super hero."

Her brown eyes connected with mine and an incredibly elating smile crept on her face. She then leaned over and kissed me. Her lips were the softest lips I've ever felt. Her mouth was warm, barely inviting my tongue inside with hers. We kissed for so long, the joint had gone out.

But, I didn't give a fuck.

For another few minutes, I forgot who I was, as up until that point, there was no reality where this could actually be happening. Her hands were on my face, the breath from her nose blowing warmly against my skin.

She pulled away, grabbed the joint, and reignited the cherry, enjoying one long puff. She passed the joint to me before she pulled her shirt off, revealing a black lace bra. She cradled her legs around mine, leaning back to kiss me again. Her gentle way of making out soon intensified with every few seconds, as her hands wandered down to my belt. My stomach jolted in anticipation as she unbuckled her way to my zipper.

She made a gesture for the joint, and I hurriedly obeyed. She took one last toke, the placed the joint back into my lips. She slowly lowered my zipper, and then pulled my jeans and underwear down my thighs, where she then took my already hard cock in her hand.

The weed started to kick in, and my body felt vibrating sensations moving up and down my nerves, while most of the blood rushed to my dick. She started jerking me off with one hand while the other reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She stopped to pull it off of her chest, revealing her perfect B cup breasts, her nipples hard from excitement.

She moved her position down my legs, bending over to kiss my stomach, her ass high in the air. Her spine was perfectly lit up to the hem of her jeans, where her thong slightly peaked out. Her hair was tied in a knot and gave me full view of her moving her way down to my hips. I was trembling at this point and couldn't conceive of any more pleasure...

... but the I felt her breath on my erection, her fingers grabbing my shaft. She swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock, coating it with hot saliva, before putting her pouting lips softly around the head.

She then opened her mouth and put just a little more of me inside. Then, a little more. Before long, she had all of me, and started slowly bobbing her head up and down. She softly sucked my dick as her left hand made its way to my balls, cupping them with a gentle squeeze. Her other hand was wrapped around the base of my shaft, stroking with the pace of her head.

I strained my head to the side and saw her thong peaking more outside of her jeans, her ass almost coming out. Her breasts also remain softly lit, swelling me inside her wet mouth. She started to go deep, pushing me against her throat, driving me close to the edge much too fast. She sucked faster, her head bouncing up and down, her lips coating my dick with a wet sheen. I had to stop her, or I would cum too soon.

I pulled her away, which at first brought confusion. I kissed her to take away her concern, easing her onto her back.

This was my chance to appreciate her, for everything she was. It was also my one opportunity to show her my potential. I moved my attention to the nape of her neck, softly caressing her collar with my lips. My hands began to strum my fingers across her skin, sending goose bumps across her body. I felt my away across both sides of her ribs, moving my mouth down her sternum. I slid my hands up to her breasts and firmly grasped each while letting my tongue find her right nipple.

Her eyes were closed when I looked at her. She let out a small, whimpering moan, signaling me to continue. Her nipples weren't large, but full, firmly aroused to the touch, and all the more pleasing as I let my teeth tease around her areola, being careful not to bite. I let one hand remain to squeeze her breasts as I saw fit while I fiddle clumsily to get her jean undone.

I removed her boots, and then slid her pants down her hips, kissing her legs as she became exposed. Her black thong had pulled half way down her ass, so I slowly let my fingers pull them off her, letting them tickle her along the way.

She let me push her legs open, revealing her gorgeous pussy. She had stubble shaved into a landing strip, seemingly because she couldn't wait for the hair to grow in. Her lips barely contained the inside of her vulva, which beckoned me to pleasure her. I dropped down to her clit and slowly brought my tongue around her lips. She brought her fingers to my hair, letting me feel her hands tremble.

I started licking her clit up and down, making her moan a little louder. A pearl shrouded in velvet robes, her clit swelled under the pressure of my warm tongue, making her blood rush inside of her vulva. The weed started clouding my brain, and I became lost. I started glaze my finger around the opening of her pussy, teasing her lips why I sucked on her clit. She started to pull my scalp, signaling me to push my fingers further inside. I obeyed and slipped two inside with a welcoming grip from her pc muscles, trying not to feel emasculated that her vagina has a stronger grip than my handshake. Her breathing started to quicken, as I dug my fingers against the top wall of her pussy. I licked a little faster, noticing her hips start to rock as she started building to climax. 

I lost my focus when she pulled my hair in enjoyment. She got off her back and pulled me up to kiss her, not bothered by the taste of her on my lips. She grabbed my cock again, sliding her hand down to my balls to give them a squeeze.

"I want you," she breathes into my ear. "I want you to fuck me."

She pulled away from me, arousing a sudden panic she was going to come to her senses and flee. Instead, she turns around pushing her ass under my cock, lying her head down on the pillow. 

In front of me, was Sarah bent over, showing me her pussy and asshole.

If I wake up from this apparent, I'm going to kill myself for being an ungrateful shit.

TBC



Sarah Ch. 01



As he walked away Sarah said, "I was hoping to carry on our conversation."

"We will, don't worry but I want to try something so just sit and don't say a word unless you need to ok? He doesn't know you saw us so just relax."

Not sure what Jill was up to, and feeling a little embarrassed with Ben around Sarah agreed. He brought the drinks over and went to leave, "Sit down a minute Ben." Jill said. Ben looked at Sarah who just nodded her head.

"That's it," Jill said, "Now, Ben I am going to ask you a question and you have to promise to give me a totally honest answer, the absolute honest truth ok?"

Ben's eye's narrowed quizzically "If I can I will."

"I know you can Ben or I wouldn't ask, just do it ok be totally honest." Jill said

"Ok go on then, hit me."

"I want you to tell me exactly what you think of Sarah's looks, her figure, her fashion sense and how it could be improved."

"What? Me? Nooooo." Ben gasped jumping up from his seat.

"Sit down!" Sarah said sternly, "Answer the question." this was the boss talking and Ben knew it.

After a moment to glance from one woman to the other he took a deep breath "Well, you've got great hair, bit old style but nice." Ben started carefully.

"Go on." Sarah demanded with a smile to make him feel a little easier.

"Well, like I said you got great hair, nice legs and a nice figure from what I can make out."

"And what do you think she could do to look stunning, do you think she could look stunning?" Jill asked.

"I need to know Ben." Sarah said quietly, "This is nothing to do with work; I just need to know the truth, from a man I suppose and not a woman. Be honest and to the point, I don't care, I just need to know the truth."

"Fuck me your asking a lot, sorry didn't mean to swear, but you know what I mean." he said

"Please!" Sarah said quietly.

He smiled "Ok." he said, "Stand up, undo the jacket lets have a look at you proper."

Sarah did as she was asked and undid her suit jacket but didn't remove it, just held it close. Ben stood up and pulled the jacket open, when Sarah tried to stop he just looked her in the eye till she let go of it. "Ok!" he said after a moment and sat down, Sarah quickly pulled the jacket together and sat down red faced, no man had ever blatantly looked at her breasts before or her body come to that, not even her husband.

"Well?" Jill said after a few seconds.

"Well you have a really nice body Sarah." Ben said, "Nice firm looking breasts, trim waist and I have always liked your legs. You really should show it off a bit more; you would certainly turn some heads I can tell you."

"Thanks Ben." Jill said, "You can go now, I'll catch you later." Realising he had been dismissed he got up and walked away.

Once he had gone out of hearing distance Jill said, "How did that make you feel?"

"What do you mean?" Sarah asked timidly.

"Come on Sarah I thought we were being honest. A man who you have seen naked, fucking in fact has just blatantly eyed up your tits and told you he, in a round about way fancies you. How did it make you feel?"

Sarah gulped her drink and said, "I really don't know, and he didn't say he fancied me, he just, well....said I looked alright, or could do."

"Take it from me he fancies you, and in the right clothes and with a mood transplant men would be queuing up at you door to take you out, and get you in bed believe me."

"I can't do that, I know I can't." Sarah said.

"Not yet, but that's not what is important right now. You need a change of clothes, you need to get yourself up to date and you need to feel good about yourself. You need to fancy you, cos if you don't no one will."

"But how Jill? I don't know what to do, where to go or anything. I have sometimes wanted to change my clothes but never had the nerve, or the need come to that, I don't go out very often and if I do it's usually business. I have never had the need or desire to attract men, or I suppose the belief that I could. Ben looking at me like that made me feel....mixed up I think."

"But did you like it, did one little bit of you like the fact that he looked at you in that way. Did you get wet down there?"

Sarah went bright red, she hadn't even realised that she had indeed got a damp feeling 'down there'. "I suppose I must have liked it a little bit, I found it embarrassing, but surprisingly not dirty and for some reason I don't feel guilty that I let him look at me in that way."

"Then you're on your way. All we need now is to do some girlie shopping, some real girlie shopping if you're up for it?"

"What! Now?" Sarah gasped.

"Yes! Now. There is nothing at work that wont wait, and your coming home with me tonight, were going out to a club I know. It's a bit eye opening and maybe a bit over the top but it will give you some idea of what some people get up to."

"But...."

"Unless you're in a hurry to get home to your husband of course." Jill added

"No I don't think so." Sarah said sarcastically, "I think I need to get my head clear first. You're on. But your going to have to be patient with me, I've never done 'girlie' shopping before and don't have the faintest idea what to buy, or even what I like, or might like." She gulped her drink down and made it plain she was ready to go.

They made there way into town and Jill headed straight for the lingerie shop, "This is probably going to be the hardest part for you so lets get it over with shall we."

Sarah made no reply as she looked in the window, amazed at what she saw, she had never been to a proper lingerie shop before and wasn't sure she could wear any of the items she saw, as nice as they were. Jill took her arm and led her in. An assistant strolled up to them, "Can I help you ladies?" she asked

"My friend here wants a complete makeover, everything from thongs to nightwear, showing as much flesh as possible." Jill said laughing at Sarah's shocked look

"If madam will come with me I will measure her up." The assistant led her to a side room and said, "If you could remove your top I can measure you properly."

Sarah looked at Jill shocked, "Just do it Sarah, get it over with, and you better strip to the waist so she doesn't have to ask you to take your bra off."

Sarah's look made Jill laugh, "But....but...."

"Don't worry madam, I am fully trained and have measured women in this room not half as good looking as you." She stood there waiting like it was an everyday event, which for her of course, it was.

Slowly Sarah took off her jacket and even slower she removed her blouse, when it came to the bra however she hesitated. "Wanna hand?" Jill asked stepping forward.

"No!" Sarah said sharply, "I'll do it, give me a second." She took a deep breath and closing her eyes undid her full cup bra and dropped it to the floor.

She felt the girl touching her as she measured, when the assistant had finished she handed Sarah a dressing gown to put on. With her eyes closed it was up to Jill to help her on with it. "I don't know what you're so worried about," Jill said, "That thing fell to the floor and your tits didn't even move, I'm jealous."

"Jill don't," Sarah said embarrassed, "That was probably the hardest thing I have ever done, standing topless in front of not one but two women. Nobody has ever seen that much of me, not even James."

"36DD." The assistant said matter of factly, "Nice and firm too you wont need much support, now what did we have in mind for the new you, maybe a nice frilly half cup what do you think." she looked at Jill.

"I think your right, let's go and have a look." Jill said

"I cant," Sarah said, "I'm not dressed yet."

"Don't be stupid." Jill said, and picked up Sarah's old bra and threw it in a bin in the corner, "You're never wearing that again." She grabbed Sarah's arm and pulled her into the shop, barely giving her time to cover herself. For the next ten minutes Jill dragged her around the shop picking up items of underwear and other items that took her fancy, then she took Sarah back to the dressing room and said, "Here try this set on, and no I'm not leaving the room so get on with it."

Sarah looked at the assistant, "Sorry madam I'm not allowed to leave customers on their own in here with goods."

Sarah turned to face the wall, Jill could see she was having a struggle with herself, this was a crucial point, if she could get Sarah to try on these intimate clothes with two women in the room then the battle was half won, well the battle for Sarah to like her body at least. "The word is fuck." Jill said.

"What?"

"The word you're looking for, the one you want to scream is fuck, I suggest you say it a few times and then get on with it or you're not going to have anything to wear tonight when we go out."

"Hmmm." she mumbled then, "Fuck fuck fuck." she said and kept saying it as she dropped her skirt and her granny pants and even as she pulled on the tiny thong and lacy bra. As she did the bra up she leaned her head on the wall, steadying herself, breathing heavily. Steadying her breathing and with her eyes closed she spun round so that the assistant and Jill could see her, as she turned the silky dressing gown slipped of her shoulders and dropped to the floor, she made no attempt to stop it, just keeping her breathing steady and standing rigidly waiting for any comment.

"What the fuck...." Jill gasped

Thinking something was wrong Sarah opened her eyes and looked down at herself, "What!" she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Wrong?" Jill gasped, "Wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong, I'm fucking jealous. Your gorgeous, you have got such lovely skin and a body to bloody die for, why the fuck have you kept it hidden away all this time."

Feeling a little embarrassed at Jill's comments Sarah said, "Oh you're just saying that to make me feel better." She bent down to pick up the dressing gown.

"Bollocks!" Jill said, "You tell her." she looked at the assistant.

"Well I have to say that what your friend say's is true, you have lovely skin texture and a very nice shape as well, perfect proportions according to my guide book." All very professional

Jill handed her a blue set and said "Here try this one." and snatching the dressing gown before Sarah could put it on added, "you don't need that." Sarah paused for a second, and then did as she was asked and tried on the new set without covering up or turning to the wall. 

Half an hour later they left the shop with six new sets of lingerie, every one of them had been tried on; the last one without any prompting from Jill was still being worn. Sarah also had several negligee's and other items that she couldn't bring herself to try on just yet

'One battle down and god knows how many to go' Jill thought. She need not have worried; they spent the next two hours 'girlie' shopping for everything from, suspenders and stockings to short skirts to coats. Including some, more subtle clothing for work.

Sarah rang James and told him she would be out for the night. As usual he said ok and that he would stay in the city. They made there way to Jill's home where they sat down and had a coffee and a good laugh about the days shopping. Sarah had to admit that she hadn't had so much fun, ever.

After a while Jill said, "Sarah! When Eddy comes home I have to tell him why your hear. Do you mind if I tell him the truth?"

To begin with Jill was sure she was going to say no , "I suppose it would be wrong for me to say no. You only have one rule, remember. No! You tell him, but try to make it sound a little better than I did, please." Sarah pleaded.

"I will don't worry, you know Eddy he's no fool."

"No but I feel like one." Sarah said, "Till this morning I was the only person in my silly world, now there's you, a dozen shop girls and Eddy, before long the whole world will know how stupid I am."

"No they won't, and anyway, your not in your silly world anymore, your coming into my world and Eddy can help."

"I know, I didn't mean anything by it. Where are we going tonight anyway, and what should I wear from all those bags." she laughed as she nodded at the pile of shopping bags in the hall.

"First we need to do something with your hair." Jill picked up the phone and dialled a number. Fifteen minutes later Sarah was sitting in the hairdressers discussing what to do with her 'olde worlde' hair.

Two hours later they were back home, Jill had sorted out what she wanted Sarah to wear. Sarah, after a discussion agreed to try it on and see.

"That's Eddy." Jill said hearing the front door open, "You have a shower and get dressed, wait up here till I come back, ok!"

"Ok!" Sarah said with a worried look.

A while later, showered and dressed, feeling very uncomfortable Sarah sat on the bed waiting for Jill to appear. When she arrived Sarah got up off the bed and said, "Is he ok? Does he mind? Shall I go?"

"Don't be silly, he's fine and looking forward to a night out."

"But what about.... You know. Me."

"He's fine with it and really wants to help. In fact he suggested we make a real night of it and show you all forms of pubbing and clubbing, from the quiet drink to the raunchy bar to the club scene and then ending up at our club. It should be a really good night. Now lets get you sorted out and then he can tell you how much of a turn on you are."

Half an hour later Jill ran downstairs and, smiling, stood in front of her husband, "May I present to you, the one, the only, Sarah Van Demon."

She didn't know where the Van Demon came from but when Jill said Sarah she walked into the kitchen as gracefully as she could. Eddy turned in her direction and his mouth fell open, he didn't say a word.

The Sarah that stood before him was totally different to the one that turned up for work that morning. Gone the dowdy working suit, the straight brown hair and clinical tights. The Sarah Eddy gawked at now had long wavy black hair, streaked blond and bright red, a thin, low cut white top that showed a patterned half cup bra holding an ample bosom, the top came down to the waist and was met by a thin flowered flowing skirt that was split up one side, the split was wide at the bottom and just met at the top showing stay up stockings on the most perfect legs he had ever seen. Her make up had been done to perfection, emphasising her large piercing eyes and full lips.

Jill thumped Eddy in the stomach, "Say something then, don't just gawk at her." she said.

"I'm sorry Sarah." Eddy gulped, looking at his wife and then back at Sarah, "You are absolutely stunning, stunning."

Jill made a fist and punched the air, "Yes!" she yelled.

Sarah went bright red and started to turn away, "No!" Eddy said moving towards her, "You are stunning, I would never have thought you were the same person who was at the firms xmas dinner, really."

"And your not saying that because Jill told you too." Sarah said quietly, tears welling in her eyes.

Jill rushed over and put her arms around Sarah's neck, "I would never do that Sarah, believe me. All I said to Eddy was to be gentle with you." she turned to him and said, "You bloody idiot." Eddy raised his hands in defeat. 

"Did you mean it Eddy?" Sarah asked, stepping away from Jill, "Really mean it?"

Eddy walked over to Sarah and took her by the elbows and looked into her face, "I meant every word I said. You really do look stunningly gorgeous."

Sarah turned and ran upstairs crying. Eddy again raised his hands in the air. As Jill ran after Sarah he said "Women! A man just can't win can he?"

A while later the two women came back down, Sarah walked over to Eddy and kissed him on the cheek, "Thank you." she said.

"Get Sarah a drink and then we better get ourselves ready, you'll be ok down here now wont you Sarah."

"Yes I'll be fine." She took the drink and sat in the kitchen waiting and thinking about her new look. She had been embarrassed when Jill insist she buy it and even more embarrassed when she had put it on upstairs, but Eddy's reaction had said it all, and she had to admit it wasn't only what he said that had upset her, it was the fact that he confirmed how she felt about herself. She felt gorgeous. She smiled as she said the words aloud. "I feel gorgeous, I feel gorgeous." she felt embarrassed when she heard the others coming down the stairs, hoping they hadn't heard.

Eddy was dressed casual but smart. Jill was dressed to kill, a dress that Sarah thought was short enough to be a top and almost sheer enough to show she was naked underneath, in a lit room anyway.

The taxi arrived and they set off on Sarah's tour of adventure. They started of in a local pub next door to an undertakers. After five minutes inside even Sarah could see where the undertaker got most of his trade. Laughing and joking they moved on to the next bar. This one was loud and crowded. Jill and Eddy were obviously well known here as several people came over and said hi, Jill introduced Sarah to them all, and they all gave approving looks at the newcomer. To begin with Sarah felt a bit self conscious but that soon wore off and she admitted to herself that she was beginning to enjoy the admiring looks. After an hour or so Eddy brought over a huge man and introduced him as Frank. 

Frank was a quiet man, well over six feet tall and huge barrel chest. He swallowed Sarah's hand in his and said, Pleased to meet you, I hope you have a good evening." and then he left.

Sarah looked at Eddy who just smiled and said, "Frank is a man of few words, but a good friend, he will be around most of the night and I didn't want you to think he was some weirdo following you."

Next they went to a nightclub, again Eddy and Jill were known and again Sarah was introduced to several people. By now she had drank several vodkas and was more than just relaxed, she was having fun, so when Jill asked her to dance she agreed, even though she had no idea what constituted dancing in a nightclub. She followed Jill and watched her for a few minutes before copying her movements, once in the rhythm she added a few of her own. Suddenly she realised she was dancing with a man, another man was dancing with Jill, although how a man dancing three feet away from a woman could be classed as dancing with her confused Sarah a little. The music stopped and Jill took Sarah back for another drink and that's how it went for the next hour. Dancing with Jill or whoever decided to stand in front of her and drinking in between.

All that drink had to come out sometime and sure enough Sarah had to go to the ladies, she told Jill who followed close behind. Half way there a man stood in front of Sarah and said, "Hi gorgeous, how about another dance." He was obviously drunk so Sarah ignored him and tried to side step but he moved in her way reaching out to grab her. A huge hand came in view and took the reaching hand, suddenly a giant body stood in front of Sarah, Jill came up behind her and pushed her towards the toilets. 

Once inside Jill said, "Good old Frank."

"Frank!" Sarah gasped, "From the bar earlier?"

"Yes. We thought you might get split up from us in here so Eddy asked Frank to keep an eye on you, just as well he did."

"Ohh that was sweet." Sarah said, "I don't know what I would have done if that guy had grabbed me. This is all so.... So exciting for me. Does that sound stupid?"

Jill laughed, "No. I'm just glad your having a good time, you are having a good time, aren't you."

"Oh I cant tell you how much." Sarah said, "This whole day, I feel like the little girl who is having the best birthday ever." They both burst out laughing.

Jill threw her arms round Sarah's neck and kissed her on the cheek, "You do look stunning you know." she said pulling away, "How do you feel?"

"I felt awkward to begin with, but if I'm honest I feel.... like a totally different person, I feel, Hmmm wonderful." she said throwing her arms in the air.




Sarah Ch. 01



As they left the ladies Frank was waiting outside, Jill thanked him and Sarah gave him a smile and then followed Jill back to Eddy without any more problems. Eddy saw them coming and smiled. "Ready then?" he asked.

"As ready as she will ever be I think." Jill replied.

Sarah's bemused look disappeared when Jill told her they were moving on to the final venue. On the way there Jill explained that they were going to a swingers club, explaining what it was and what happened there. "You don't have to do anything, no one will push you into doing anything you don't want to. Just watch, see how much they are enjoying themselves and lock it away in that head of yours for the future. And don't worry, Eddy and I are just taking you for a look, we will be with you all the time. Ok!"

Apprehensive and just a little excited Sarah nodded her head. On the way Sarah went over her day. It had been one hell of an experience. The shopping, the clothes and then the different way's people enjoyed themselves. The pub was boring, even by Sarah's standards, the second one was just so full of life and the nightclub was over the top. She never even knew places like them existed. She had enjoyed them all, each in different ways. Thinking even deeper she had to admit that she had enjoyed the attention that she got as well, attention from men was a totally new experience, if it had ever happened before she had been totally oblivious to it. To begin with it had been embarrassing, but as the night went on and she had become used to it she had started to feel much better about herself, even proud. Just a little bit of her was turned on by the way the men looked, but she quickly shut that thought away, with a little inner smile.

It took a little while to get to there destination which was a huge house set in it's own grounds, no neighbours, and totally secluded. Jill had told her that there would be several marquee's in the back garden catering to all different sexual tastes and if she looked in any of them she would see people, having sex of one form or another, and asked her not to judge, just to observe, nobody would mind. In the house several rooms were put aside for private use and unless the door was open she was not to go in. All the drink and food was free and she was to help herself.

Sarah listened intently, not wanting to make herself or Jill look like fools. As they entered the house she took a deep breath and cleared her mind of all her conceptions as best she could. Jill led her to the reception desk with Eddy close behind. The receptionist was dressed in a maids outfit, very short and very revealing "Hello Jill, Eddy, back so soon, and with a guest as well." she turned to Sarah with a big smile and added, "nice to see you. "

Sarah went to respond but Jill interrupted, "This is Sarah, she is just visiting. Sarah this is Helen, she runs this place."

"Hi Sarah," Helen said and then looked at Jill, "That's fine, maybe she will join us once she's had a good look around, have fun." she finished as she handed Sarah a name badge.

Sarah looked at it, 'Visitor' was emblazoned on a white plastic badge. "That's letting everyone know your just looking." Jill said with a smile, "That way you wont be pestered unnecessarily. Ok! Lets get a drink and then you can have a look around."

What Sarah had seen already had amazed her, just the building and the professionalism of the people around her, From Helen to the waiters moving around with trays of drink and platters of food, it all looked so, normal.

For a while Sarah walked around with Jill and Eddy. She met several people in various types of dress, some masked some not, but all of them seemed normal, even those dressed in almost nothing, and all of them looked her over and hoped she would soon become a member. It took a little time for her to relax, even in such luxurious surroundings as these. After a while, feeling a bit like a gooseberry, she started looking around on her own, As she strolled through the garden, several people looked at her badge and smiled at her, she smiled back even though she had never met them before. The gardens were huge. She could see four large marquee's set well apart with people moving in and out of them.

Sarah steeled herself to go to the nearest one and have a look, just a quick look. She poked her head inside and saw that the marquee had been spilt up into several rooms, she stepped in and, red faced glanced in the first room. A blond woman wearing nothing but a cat mask was laying on the bed, or to be precise laying on a man on the bed, another man was behind her and another in front. The woman was moaning as best she could with a huge cock going in and out of her mouth and Sarah could plainly see that the other two men were occupied with her other two holes. The woman looked ecstatic, like she was lost in a world of her own.

Sarah turned and ran out, back towards the house. Half way there a waiter said, "Fresh drink madam." 

She stopped in her tracks, realising that in her haste to get away she spilt most of her drink. "Err..." she said, glancing back to the marquee, "Yes, thank you."

The waiter took her empty glass and gave her a full one, like it was an everyday event. Sarah supposed it must be. She sat on a garden seat to calm herself down. She couldn't get the picture of ecstasy out of her mind, the blonde woman was having sex with three men, all at the same time in all of her.... And she was loving it. Sarah remembered what Jill had said, "Don't judge, just observe" Now she could see why. This was so far away from what Sarah had believed all her life that it seemed totally unreal.

Sarah finished her drink and as the waiter was making his way back beckoned him over for another. Again she steeled herself and, with a bit more knowledge of what to expect went back to the marquee. She looked in the same room again. The blonde was now laying on the bed with the men kissing her and touching her all over, she turned her head and looked at Sarah, a smile spread across the woman's face. Sarah instinctively smiled back, and then moved on to the next room.

For the next hour Sarah went from room to room and marquee to marquee. Some of the things she saw disgusted her but mostly she was shocked or surprised. The way nobody seemed to mind her watching was probably the biggest surprise, and the fact that everyone was just having so much fun, and to Sarah's surprise, so much pleasure. By the time she went back to the house she didn't think there was anything else to shock her, she had accepted what she had seen as being what it was. A group of people having fun, nothing more, and it made her smile, even relaxed, to know that age and looks were not paramount, just that everyone had fun. 

She looked into the house for Jill or Eddy but couldn't see them so she sat in a swing chair on the large patio gazing out across the gardens. Sometime later a man offered her a glass of wine. "I saw your glass was empty."

Sarah took the glass and put her empty one on the table, "Thank you." she said

"May I join you?" the man asked. He spotted Sarah's apprehension immediately. "My apologies. Let me introduce myself. I am Liam, Helens husband. If you wish to be left alone I will understand. Sometimes all this can be a lot to take in." as he said it he waved his hand towards the garden.

"No please," Sarah said, motioning to an empty chair. "It is a little.... different."

"You must be very close to Jill and Eddy for them to bring you here, I cant remember them ever bringing a visitor before."

"Well shall we just say they know a lot more about me than anyone else right now." as she said it she gave a little laugh.

Seeing the strange look in her eye Liam said, "I am a good listener, if you would like to talk."

Sarah looked at him for a second, "Well, this is all so, I don't know how to put it really. My parents never...."

"Arrr. I see." Liam smiled, "All this must seem totally alien to you, but you don't seem, shall we say revolted by it all."

"That's what surprises me, I'm not revolted. I was shocked but, with maybe one exception I have not been at all revolted by any of it. It confuses me."

For nearly an hour Sarah and Liam just talked. Slowly he drew her out about her upbringing and her views on sex, and slowly she admitted that she had been wrong for so long. Even admitting that at some points she had even been turned on by what she saw, or thought she was, as she wasn't too sure how to tell. Liam asked if she had got wet and she, embarrassed, admitted she had. That was the first time she had ever understood what being turned on really was.

"You two look cosy." It was Jill, with the ever present Eddy. "It's getting late, If you've seen enough I think we should go before Eddy gets carried away."

Eddy smiled. "Yes!" Sarah said, "I think I have seen enough, for the first time in my life I think I have actually seen."

She looked at Liam, "Thank you Liam. Thank you for listening " she said as she pecked him on the cheek, "I think we will be seeing each other again." 

Jill smiled but said nothing till they were in the taxi. Eddy sat in the front with the driver so that Jill and Sarah could chat quietly, they chatted all the way home and for a while after that. Then finally, exhausted, Sarah went to her room and putting on one of her sexy new negligee's got into bed. Sleep didn't come straight away. Her mind was full of the things she had seen that night in the marquee's, she was glad that she had plucked up the courage to go back and look in them all. She was also thankful for the conversation she had with Liam, it had put a lot of things into perspective. She had to accept that these things went on, but as Liam had said, she didn't have to take part in anything she didn't want to. It wasn't about what other people liked or wanted, but what she liked, or thought she would like and wanted. 

As the picture's flashed through her head she secretly admitted that some of them had got her quite excited. Even now the feeling between her legs was testimonial to that fact. With a smile on her face and her hands between her legs she drifted off to sleep.

The following morning Jill woke her with a cup of tea, "How are you this morning, got a hangover?" 

Sarah smiled and stretched, "No! surprisingly and I feel wonderful thank you. And thank you for last night, It was a really excellent adventure."

"I'm glad." Jill said with a smile, "Breakfast in ten minutes, I've laid some clothes out for you and the bathroom is free." With that she left.

Sarah got up and saw her clothes hanging on the wardrobe. She took a deep sigh and made her way to the bathroom. Once showered she returned to the bedroom and without looking in the mirror got dressed. She knew if she used the mirror before she was dressed she would chicken out. Once dressed she looked at her reflection. She didn't recognise the woman standing before her, parts of her were familiar but the rest had to be someone else.

Her reflection showed a woman with longish wavy hair, smartly dressed in a business suit. The skirt was six inches above the knee and the jacket was short, bolero style and hanging loose, underneath she wore a cream coloured blouse with a flower embroidery pattern down one side, the material was so thin it clearly showed her half cup bra underneath and more flesh than she had ever shown at work before. She also envisaged the thong and stay up stockings she wore which, while they seemed uncomfortable, gave her a feeling of hidden sexuality 

As she entered the kitchen Jill said, "You look stunning. Professional but totally stunning. Coffee's poured grab some toast and then were off to start your new life for real."

"That's what I'm afraid of." Sarah said nervously 

"When we get to the office let me go up first. " Jill said, "Just walk to the office like you would any other day. Don't think about anything else, ok!"

"Ok!" Sarah said.

They had used Jill's car the day before so all Sarah had to do on the trip to work was think about what would happen, how she would feel and what comments she might get, and what she would do if she did get any before she reached her office.

At the door Sarah took a deep breath, opened the door and went through. As she walked through the office she couldn't help but notice the amount of men who took a double take as she walked past. She almost burst out in nervous laughter as she saw Bens chin drop, but she held it together till she was looking out of her office window, her back to her co-workers.

She stayed there until Jill opened her door and said, "Tea, Coffee or a large brandy?" 

"I'd have the brandy if we had any." Sarah said dropping into her chair.

"Thought you might say that so brought some in. Drink this and I'll make you a coffee." she said putting a coffee cup on the desk.

Sarah picked it up and saw that it was half full with liquor, she took a deep gulp and shook as it went down. By the time Jill brought the coffee in, the cup was empty. "I needed that." She said. "So how did I do?"

"Well I think they're all still waiting for the old Sarah to turn up, I'm expecting half of them to come in here in a minute and ask what your doing in her office." Jill had a huge smile on her face that was soon mirrored by Sarah.

"Well I suppose the worst bit is over. Why don't you invite Ben to join us for lunch. I think I would like an update from him if you don't mind."

Jill smiled, "No, not at all, but don't be surprised if he invites you out for dinner." she walked out of the office laughing at the look on Sarah's face.

The rest of the morning went much as usual, except Sarah made sure she didn't have to leave her office. But whatever else she did she knew she would have to walk through the office again on her way to lunch. She didn't need to worry though, she got a lot of smiles and nod's of the head but nobody stopped her.

They sat in the Twisted Arm and waited for Ben to show up. Sarah twiddled with her glass and Jill, for once seemed lost for words, they sat in silence till Ben walked in. He got a drink and joined them. As he sat down he looked at Jill nervously.

"Nothing to do with me Ben, Sarah invited you."

He switched his gaze to Sarah, his eye's immediately going to her boob's before drifting up to her face. "Well Ben!" Sarah said with a smile, "What do you think?" She stood up and opened her jacket so that he could see her clearly. He used the offer of examination to get a real look at her body, and he didn't hide it this time.

He walked round her and looked from all angles, taking as much time as he could to look at her body. Sarah couldn't explain why she didn't get embarrassed, or the feeling she got between her legs. Ben finally sat down. "Very nice," he said, "a vast improvement on yesterday. It's hard to believe you're the same person."

Sarah smiled and said, "And if you were describing me to your mates in the pub how would you describe me. The real words Ben, not the polite ones."

"Oh come on," Ben gasped, "You a woman, my boss, I cant say that to you, I wouldn't say it to any woman like I would to my mates."

"Say it Ben" Sarah said sternly, "Or I could use your fucking my secretary in your office to get you the sack."

Ben almost choked on his drink. He glanced quickly at Jill. "I didn't tell her, she saw us the other night." Jill said raising her hands in the air.

"Come on Sarah...."

"Say it Ben!" Sarah demanded

Ben put his hands to his face for a second, when he took them away he was resigned to say what she wanted to hear, "I would say...."

"The truth Ben, and nothing but the truth." Sarah said. "I would say that you were a stunner with a great pair of tit's and a body to die for. I would say that you have a pair of legs that belong round my neck and an arse that...." he faltered.

"Go on." Sarah demanded quietly

"And an arse that should be filled with my prick. There! "I've said it, now you can fire me." he finished, obviously sure he was going to be fired.

"Thank you Ben." Sarah said softly, "Would you mind getting me another drink?"

Ben looked confused but took the girls glasses to be refilled. Jill sat in silence, "Fuck me." Sarah said, "Do I really look that good."

She looked at Jill and they both burst out laughing, "I told you didn't I?" Jill said, "You really do look stunning."

For the next hour, once Ben was sure he wasn't fired, they chatted about the change that had taken place. The three of them chatted openly and honestly, by the time they got back to the office Sarah was swearing as much as Jill did. As she walked through the office she openly looked at the men that gazed at her, knowing what they were thinking, for the most part anyway.

That night she didn't cook James a meal, instead she moved her clothes to the spare bedroom. Not that it took too long, most of them went in the dust bin. When he came in she told him to get himself something to eat. "Why!" he said, "Where's dinner?"

"In the freezer, I bought some ready meals for you, I will be eating out more often now so you can look after yourself." She said, not feeling as confident as she sounded, "Oh and I have moved into the spare room."

"But....but your my wife, it's your job to cook...."

"Not anymore!" she shouted angrily, "I have slaved for you for nearly twenty years and it stops now. If you don't like it you can always fuck off and live in the bloody city." As his mouth gaped she slowly walked up to her room. As she closed the door her legs shook so much she collapsed on the floor. She had never spoken to him like that before, or anyone else come to that. She half expected him to come rushing upstairs demanding she apologise, but he didn't. The final step to her metamorphosis had been taken. It had all happened so quickly, less than two days, but at long last she felt human. She felt like a woman, and god did she feel horny. The bud between her legs was pounding. Suddenly she burst out in hysterical laugher, which quickly turned into tears of joy and pain. Pain because of the loss of so much of her life and joy because she was finally free, free to find the real Sarah.

Sarah never did know why James had insisted on buying this huge house but was thankful now that he had. The six bedroom's all had there own en-suite bathroom which meant that she didn't have to worry about seeing him in the mornings, or any other time if she could help it. The room she had chosen wasn't as larges as the master bedroom but it had an adjoining door to another bedroom which Sarah intended turning into a sitting room. As James never used the kitchen it meant that she would be totally independent of him. She really was going to be independent for the first time in her life. That thought was in her head as she drifted off to sleep.

When she got up in the morning James was gone. She hadn't heard him leave so wasn't sure if he left last night or for work this morning, "And I don't blood care" she said aloud.

The Sarah that arrived at work this morning was totally different to the one that arrived the day before, and a hundred miles away from the old Sarah. This one walked through the office as though she owned it. Confident, on the outside at least, and sure of herself. "Tea I think Jill." she said entering her office.

Jill swung round to see who had spoken, knowing the voice, but not the confidence in it. She quickly made the tea and took it in, "You sound cheerful today" she said.

Sarah told her what she had done and Jill couldn't believe it. When Sarah told her about the look on James's face they both went into fits of laughter. "I'm free." Sarah said, "Free to enjoy life at last. Free to find the real me."

"I'm so happy for you." Jill said, "But are you really sure this is what you want. What if he doesn't come home."




Sarah Ch. 02



After the realisation of what she'd done, Sarah and I spent most of the rest of the day discussing what had happened.

It had all started when she went out with her friend, Dawn. They'd gone for drinks, as I knew, to a local bar. After a couple of hours they decided to go on to a night club, for a little dancing, round their handbags no doubt! Un-beknown to me though she put on her sexy underwear that I thought she reserved or the bedroom. I now found out that she liked to wear it when she went out with her friends, because it made her feel sexy and horny, knowing she was wearing our private play things. 

Once at the night club they began dancing and had a couple of more drinks. This was, as I thought, quite out of character for Sarah. She's normally so prim and proper. Anyway after a while they noticed a group of 5 or 6 lads watching them dance. This and the drink only seemed to encourage them to dance more provocatively. Soon a couple of them joined Sarah and Dawn on the dance floor. When the dance finished the lads invited them to join their group, which they accepted and they soon found themselves being offered more drinks.

Soon the slow dances started and that seemed to be a signal to the lads to move in. Sarah and Dawn were passed from person to person throughout the dances, never being able to leave the floor. What with the atmosphere and the drinks this was having a real effect on them. After a while Sarah noticed that Dawn and a couple of the lads had disappeared, which meant she was left with four of them. They danced with her, passing her from one to the other, the hands getting bolder. Sarah by this time was feeling really hot and horny and put up no resistance to their roaming hands. This of course only made them bolder. Sarah said she didn't know if she could have stopped them or if she even wanted to. The amount she had drunk and all the attention was really getting to her. She knew she ought to but couldn't stop.

Eventually she ended up dancing with all four of the lads surrounding her. Their hands were every where, mauling her breasts, groping her arse and quite a few fingers probing between her legs. They were slow close they were almost holding her up, so not to be out done she started feeling what they had to offer, which of course by now was four very hard cocks. At one point she said she even managed to get one out and toss him off right there on the dance floor.

Shortly after that they decided they ought to leave and find somewhere more private. The one who had already come, said he had to go, so this left Sarah with three hard, hot blooded males to contend with. 

They left the club and headed for the local park, in particular the old bandstand in the middle. Once there Sarah was pushed to her knees and offered three very hard cocks to suck. Sarah really is a very good cock-sucker and loves doing it, so she was now in her element. Whilst sucking them, the lads gradually removed their own and Sarah's clothes, leaving her in just her stockings. 

At one point she managed to cram two of their cocks into her mouth at the same time, something she'd often pretended to do with me, using one of her dildos. This left the third one with no-where to go, so he got Sarah to raise her and unceremoniously slammed is cock up her cunt from behind. She remembered it being so hard and sudden it drove her hard onto the two in her mouth, causing them to push at the opening to her throat.

Eventually they got a bit of a rhythm going, two forcing their cocks in to her face and the other slamming her cunt. This seemed to go on for ages, when they decided to have a change round. At one point she remembers being fucked from both ends, when one of them decides her arse needed some attention. So with a bit of difficulty he climbed on her back, in front of his mate and forced the head of his dick into her smallest hole. With the positions it was difficult to work his cock right into Sarah's arse, until his mate behind him plunged forward back into her cunt. This then drove the one trying to enter her ring forward, until he was buried balls deep inside her tiny arse hole, the force driving the air from Sarah's lungs.

This didn't deter the lads though, they just kept on banging away at her helpless body.

Sarah remembers feeling her orgasm growing, slowly at first then hammering through her body, until at last she came with an almighty scream, gripping the cocks in her arse and cunt like a clamp. 

She must have passed out after that, because the next thing she remembered was waking up on our sofa, almost naked, covered in dried cum, love bites and scratches, with me standing over her. The rest of the evening was a blur to her.

I by now had a raging hard-on and needed somewhere to put it. Sarah was still so apologetic and kept saying she'd do anything to please me. So I took her in my arms and we made love, soft and gently like lovers do. Afterwards we realised that this was to be a new chapter in our relationship. 

We didn't know about half the thoughts and fantasies each other had, but after this we sat down and discussed them with each other and decided to make a few of them come to life. Of course all this talking got us going again, so it was back to the bedroom for more...



Sarah Ch. 02



Sorry for the long wait for this story, and this time for all you critics I will try to improve the punctuation.

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It was gone midnight by the time Sarah got home. She was exhausted but most of all she felt dirty, really really dirty like she had never felt in her whole life.

Thankfully, there was no sign of James. She dropped her bags in the hall and went straight to the bathroom, turning the taps on and dropping half a bottle of salts into the bath. As she threw her clothes off she realised how much she hurt and going into the bedroom she looked in the mirror and saw the bruises that Dave had left on her body. Her breasts had fingerprints embedded in them and turning round she could see the lash marks where he had whipped her with the curtain cord. She also noticed the involuntary wetness between her legs as she remembered how he beat and used her. She just made it to the bathroom in time to empty her stomach into the pan. 

She emptied her mind and slipped into the hot bath, taking a flannel and a bar of soap she scrubbed herself all over, still feeling dirty she did it all again with a nail brush until she was red raw. Finally she accepted that it didn't matter how much she cleaned her body it was her mind, her memory that needed to be cleaned out, and that would be impossible.

She lay back in the still hot water and forced herself to relax, using what little she remembered of her yoga classes to force her mind to enter a clear pasture, serene, tranquil.

One after the other they pushed their erections into her mouth and come, shooting their semen down her throat, without a break, hundreds of them, all faceless, she thanked each one until she could swallow no more, she was drowning gagging for air drowning in a sea of male spunk, thrashing about fighting them off before she died.

Forcing her eye open she realised she was still in her bath, drowning, she forced herself up and gasped for air, falling out of the bath without even standing up, laying on the floor curled up in a ball and crying, crying like she had never cried before, terrified of what she had seen in her dream. Not at what was being done, but at her pure acceptance of it, it was vivid still in her mind, the look of sheer joy on her face as each man stood before her, as she took him deep into her mouth and the feeling of pleasure as they shot there juices into her eager orifice. The feeling that she had served them well was paramount.

After what seemed an age she got dried and donned her bath robe. Something pricked at her mind and she walked into the bedroom again, the one she used to share with James. She soon saw what it was that pricked her memory. She had been so intent on looking in the mirror when she walked in before that she hadn't noticed that all of the draws were open and clothes were spread all over place, the wardrobe was empty and as she looked on top she saw that the suitcase that was always there had gone as well.

Although she was a little surprised it did not really hit home until she went into the kitchen and found his letter:

Dear Sarah I have packed all I need. I will not be coming home again. Anything I have left behind you can dispose of as you see fit.

I have been in touch with solicitors and told them I want a divorce and that you can have the house. I have also deposited half of our savings into our joint account and signed it over to you.

I hope you will be happy and find whatever it is you are looking for, if you ever need to get in touch you have my mobile number or you can leave a message at the office or at my club.

Goodbye

James

As she read it her knees buckled and she almost collapsed. She was totally shocked, she hadn't at any time envisaged this, she never thought James would ever leave her, he was old fashioned, and marriage was forever. Wasn't it?

She made a cup of coffee and took it into the lounge, sitting on the settee she read the letter over and over, it just would not sink in. It was still going through her mind as she fell asleep, still refusing to believe that he had left.

As soon as she woke up and realised she was on the settee it all came back to her, all of it. Mike, Dave, nearly drowning and the letter from James. She took a deep breath and forced everything from her mind. She went upstairs dropping her robe to the floor, she turned the shower on and even before it was warm stepped into it. The burst of cold before the warm brought her fully awake; she stood under the warm water for a minute and then got out and dried herself.

In a determined mood she forced herself to eat some toast and drink a cup of coffee then she took up the letter and read it again. Finally it sunk in. She was free, she was free with the house, and he had given her money as well, she did not know how much. Why? Why had he been so....nice.

She looked at the clock as the phone rang, it was 11.10am. "Hello" she said

"Sarah, its Jill."

"Oh! Hi Jill how are you?"

"Sarah what's the matter, what happened in Haringey, why are you home?"

"Oh shit!" Sarah said, everything once again flashing through her mind, reminding her why she was home, "Er nothing, well....oh damn it get yourself over here I need to talk to someone, James has left me."

"Oh fuck, are you ok?" Jill said than realised the stupidity of what she said, "Course your not, I will be as quick as I can, hold on ok?" and she hung up.

Sarah put the phone down and started shaking again, she sat down at the table and sipped at her coffee with a blank look on her face, she was still there when the doorbell rang, she was still in a daze when she opened the door and let Jill in.

"My god Sarah, you look ill." Jill said quietly, "Come on sit down and tell me what's happened."

As they sat on the settee Sarah looked at Jill and said, Well I....er.... It was...." And then she blurted it all out, everything, even things she didn't know, like how it made her feel being used by Dave, the whipping, the threat of his mates walking in and even what she would have done if they had.

"....and then I got home and found this." She handed the letter to Jill

Jill read it in silence and then just looked at Sarah, trying to figure out what was going on in her head. Sarah seemed to be in shock but Jill could not tell whether it was from James or from what had been done to her. She wasn't sure what to say.

Finally she said "Well no more lying back and thinking of England then." She stifled a laugh, not sure if Sarah would take it wrong. As Sarah turned and looked at her they both burst out laughing hysterically. Jill threw her arms round Sarah and hugged her close.

Later when they talked about it neither of them could explain what happened next, all they could remember was there lips met and they kissed, not as friends but with passion and longing. Jill took the lead, her lips running down Sarah's neck and then back up to her lips, Sarah responded eagerly, but obviously confused. Jill ran her hands up Sarah's legs pushing the bathrobe open and playing with Sarah's nipples, the soreness heightening the feeling until she moaned loudly. Jill moved down taking a nipple between her lips and playing her tongue over it then moved to the other one.

Sarah lay on the settee her feet spread on the floor opening herself up to whatever Jill wanted to do with her. Jill moved her head down and down till she was kneeling on the floor between Sarah's legs running her tongue up her inner thighs, kissing and licking until finally she flicked her tongue over Sarah's bud. The contact made Sarah jump, but Jill knew by the loud moan that it was with pleasure.

Though Jill was not an expert with women she did have a little experience and she used what little knowledge she had to pleasure her friend without any thought for herself, she didn't expect Sarah to reciprocate, just to enjoy. It didn't take long for Sarah to push Jill's head deeper into her wet pussy, as she screamed her orgasm it seemed like it would never stop, panting heavily gasping for air and crying in pleasurable agony until she could scream no more, finally sliding to the floor and curling into a shaking ball.

Jill held her until she stopped shaking and then went and got a large brandy for them to share. She took a sip and then said, "Here, I think you may need this."

Sarah opened her eyes and taking the glass took a deep swallow. "My god what did you do to me, whatever it was your going to have to show me how."

They both burst out laughing. As Jill sat on the settee and looked in awe at the gorgeous woman sitting naked on the floor in front of her she said "Tell me Sarah, What, exactly, were you doing this time last week"

Sarah looked a little puzzled but Jill could see she was trying to remember, then it struck her, "Oh fuck!" She said wide-eyed, "It sees so long ago, it hasn't even been a week has it?"

Jill smiled, "No, but haven't you come a long way?"

"I come a lot." Sarah said, causing another bout of raucous laughter. "God what a week, from timid and sex scared, to what? Sarah the slut."

"Don't say that," Jill said angrily. 

"Well let me see." Sarah said with a half smile. "Not only am I sitting here on the floor naked after having sex with a woman. I've been shagged by a man almost half my age, sexually used and abused by another man who was going to share me with his friends. Oh and lets not forget, my husband has left me, not bad, not bad at all for a weeks work." She was still smiling but Jill could see she was unsure of how she felt about it all.

"Yes Sarah not bad, but can you honestly tell me you didn't enjoy it all, you have already said that if Dave had brought his friends in you would have done as he told you, and I know you enjoyed it with Mike and you said you did with me as well, so be honest, what was wrong with it." 

"Oh you were fantastic and so was Mike." She said with a smile, "But Dave worries me, not him but the way I felt. I was horrified at the end but I was the one that instigated it. Even the thought of being caught in the shop I found exciting, though not at the time. One things for sure though, he will never have me again."

"You're not going back there?" Jill said, shocked.

"I don't have much choice." Sarah said walking over to the table, "Mike has drawn up these plans to increase the size of the store and I think they are worth looking into. It would certainly increase sales and make us the largest store in the area. I cannot just ignore them. Anyway I can use the opportunity to tease Dave and get my own back on him, Mike on the other hand may find his way into my bed again." She laughed.

Jill smiled and said, "So you're not a slut then?" Sarah thought for a second and then said, "After 20 years with James I have a lot of making up to do, and let's face it I'm not confused anymore, I know I love sex. Seemingly with men or women." 

Jill turned to look at Sarah and as they were both looking at the plans that Sarah had laid on the floor there faces were only inches apart, Sarah leaned forward and slowly kissed Jill on the lips. Jill did not need any further encouragement and eagerly responded.

Sarah murmured, "Show me what to do, let me please you"

Jill stood up and took Sarah's hand leading her upstairs to the bedroom. For the next hour the two women explored each other's bodies, even Jill learnt some new tricks. Then they had a bath together and as Sarah made coffee Jill said, "I think we need to visit a sex shop, buy you some toys and maybe some clothes."

"What do you mean? 'Toys'" Sarah said quizzically.

"You'll see, but not today. The day is nearly over so just chill out and we can shop tomorrow."

Sarah looked at the clock and gasped, "God is that the time, doesn't time fly when you're screwing" More laughter ensued. Then she suddenly seemed sad. "You know something Jill?"

"What?"

"I haven't even thought about James all day, I haven't missed him and I'm pretty sure that I'm glad he's gone, doe's that sound selfish?" 

Jill brushed her cheek and said, "Well at least he left you the house. What are you going to do with it?"

"Oh I haven't had a chance to think about it yet, I don't even know how much money he's left me, tomorrow will do for all that, I need to get used to being a single horny woman first." 

"Well if you keep on at this rate you will do very well as a 'single horny woman."

A while later as Jill was leaving Sarah said, "Will you tell Eddie?"

"I won't if you don't want me to."

"No, you can tell him. No secrets remember, ok."

Jill kissed her on the cheek and said "Ok! See you in the morning."

As Jill drove off Sarah smiled to herself. The day had been more fun than she would have thought possible. The following day Sarah strolled into work as though she owned the place. Dressed sheik and sexy but very professional she swung her hips and smiled as the men watched her pass. No longer surprised at how it made her feel to be lusted after, she loved every minute of it and revelled in the dampness between her legs

"Tea please Jill." she said walking straight into her office.

By the time Jill brought the tea in Sarah had the Haringey plans laid out on her desk. "Shall we try looking at these again?" she said with a smile.

Jill came round the desk and studied the plans with Sarah for about an hour. Both women aloud their hands to roam over a bum or brush a breast but if anyone had walked in they both looked purely professional.

"What do you think?" Sarah asked finally.

"I think you should take them to Brian and get them operational as quickly as possible."

"I think so to. Just call this number and find out if the property is still available. I will be with Brian"

Brian Talbot was her boss, and a major shareholder in the company. In his early sixties he was soon to retire and would be sadly missed. He knew everything about the trade, having been in it since he left school, and with the same company. As Sarah walked into his office his jaw dropped.

"You're looking exceedingly well my dear," he said trying, too late, to recover from his shock.

Sarah smiled and said, "Well I thought I was looking a bit dowdy so decided it was time to modernise, talking of which here are the Haringey plans that Mike drew up. For an hour they went over the plans, Sarah remained the complete business woman but several times caught Brian looking down her cleavage and even felt his hand brush her bum on more than one occasion. Despite his age Sarah enjoyed the attention he was giving her and the feeling in her stomach started to pound, though she did not show it in anyway.

The phone rang and Brian answered it, "It's your secretary." he said handing her the phone.

Sarah sat on the edge of the desk as Jill spoke to her. Brian sat in the armchair, which gave a very good view up Sarah's skirt. As she spoke with Jill she shifted her position so that he could see even more, showing not only her stocking tops but her thong as well. If he had been closer he would have noticed the damp patch. Finally she hung up the phone and said, "I enjoyed that."

Brian looked startled, Sarah smiled, "I love it when a plan comes together. The property is free and without offers so we should be able to get it cheaply."

Brian's face showed sudden sign of relief, till Sarah said, "Did you enjoy it."

He was totally unsure of what she meant, the smile on her face said one thing but her attitude said something else.

"Err....yes." he said, "The property is crucial to the expansion. So lets go over it once more" He did his best to sound the businessman but failed miserably.

For the next half hour they went over the plans again, only this time Sarah did her own touching and brushing, especially with her bum on his crotch. Brian's hands roamed more and more freely but never too much, up her back over her bum and an elbow brushing her breast, giving a slight push when his crotch brushed her bum. The temptation to grab her hips and pull her onto him almost overwhelmed him at one point. 

Finally, exhausted and extremely hard like he hadn't been for years he sat down in his office chair and watched her bum as she rolled up the plans. Laying the rolled up plans on the desk Sarah turned sharply and caught his gaze on her bum. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked. She did not know what she was doing, she just followed how she felt, and that feeling in her stomach told her it was not like a businesswoman.

"Yes," Brian said, "It's always good to bring a shop up out of the doldrums."

Sarah sat on the edge of his desk again, "I didn't mean that Brian" she said opening her legs so that he could clearly see all that she had to offer. "I meant touching me up. Don't deny it, your cock is hard, I can see it."

His hands flew to his crotch to try and cover his embarrassment. "Err....Err, well...."

"Brian it wasn't all one way was it, did you enjoy it. Yes or No."

Try as he may to keep his eyes averted from her inviting pussy he couldn't, "You know damn well I did, but what are you doing? This isn't like you Sarah."

"Do you want the old distant frigid Sarah? Or would prefer to run your hand up my legs and over my body?" 

He looked at her face and saw the smile; he reached his hand up slowly and placed it on her leg, all the time waiting for her to scream rape or something. But she didn't, she closed her eyes and as he touched the naked flesh she let out a moan and as he brushed her wet thong she pushed against his hand. She opened her eyes and slowly started to undo the buttons to her jacket, revealing her slinky bra and the restrained mounds of her breasts.

"Oh fuck!" he said and standing up buried his face in them.

She slid one hand behind his head and pulled him to her while the other hand slid down to his crotch, feeling his hardness. His hands were shaking as he unsnapped her bra, lifting it so that he could suckle on her nipple. She undid his trousers and let them drop to the floor, pulling his boxers down, she pushed him back into his chair, taking his erection and slowly running it through her hand.

Brian, eyes closed, gave himself up to her ministrations. Anybody watching her would have thought she had been doing this for years, not a few days.

"When do you retire Brian." she said matter of factly.

"Wha...."

"When do you retire she repeated, gripping him tighter."

"Oh, six months. Oh you're going to make a mess," he moaned

"I want your job Brian." she said and took him into her mouth. She could feel him about to come so pulled back and relaxed her grip.

"It's not up to me, don't stop please don't stop."

"But you make the recommendation don't you." She said with an evil smile on her face

"Yes, oh don't do this to me. I want you Sarah god I want to fuck you so bad."

Sarah stood up and with her back to him she slowly pulled her wet thong down to her ankles, making sure she stayed bent over long enough for him see the jewel he longed for. He stood up and as she felt his erection brush her bum crack she turned round to face him, taking his erection again in her hand she started to breathe hard rubbing his erection vigorously as she pulled his mouth to her swollen nipple.

He had lost control, he shot his juices before he could even get his mouth to her tit, Sarah felt it splash against her pussy lips and the tops of her legs. "Oh Brian what have you done." she said laughing.

"You bitch" he said, "You done that on purpose."

"Mmmm, I know" she said slipping to her knees and taking him into her mouth, licking every last drop. As she finished she added, "I enjoyed that, you can have the rest in instalments."

"What do you mean?" he said zipping up his fly.

Sarah leaned over to the intercom and said, "Peggy could we have two coffee's please." Once Peggy, Brian' secretary, had replied Sarah bent down and picked up her thong, dropping it in Brian' lap




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"You want me Brian?" she said, "All of me to with as you please for a whole night, and day if you want. Do you want that Brian? And while you wait for that day I will show you what I can do for you, everything except fuck you Brian, do you want that?"

"You know I do."

"Then all you have to do is recommend me for the job. The day I get it I'll be yours to do with as you please for 24 hours" She moved around to the front of the desk, pulling her skirt straight, unclipping her bra straps and letting it drop into her hands, she threw it into his lap. "Keepsakes"

She made no attempt to do up her jacket, not even when Peggy walked in with the coffee. Holding his gaze of horror she said, "On the coffee table Peg's please."

"Ok. Is it ok if I go for lunch now Mr Talbot." She said, heading for the door.

"Err....Yes Peggy that's fine see you later." 

As the door closed he let out a huge sigh of relief. "Your one horny bitch Sarah, where the hell have you been hiding."

"Don't ask." she said with a laugh as she headed for the coffee.

They both sat on the settee and sipped at there coffee, "Ok!" Brian said. "About the job. You are more than qualified to do it and although I haven't thought about till now you would probably have got my recommendation anyway, so there was no need for all this." 

Turning slightly so that he had a clear view of her breast's she said, "Brian, you sound like you didn't enjoy it."

"Oh don't get me wrong," he said, "I loved every minute of it and would be only too happy to take you up on your offer but there really is no need."

"Maybe the need is mine, maybe I want to tease you for the next 6 months. Just maybe I enjoy it as much as you Brian."

"If that's the case you have a deal, however between now and then I suggest we take a little more care of what we do and when we do it."

"Ok" she said standing up. She leaned over him and added, "Say farewell."

He laughed and patted her tits then with a final pinch of her nipple said, "Until the next time."

As she buttoned her jacket he said, "Don't you want these." he was waving her underwear.

She put a hand to his face and said, "I will never wear them or any like them in this office." with that she turned and walked out.

As she entered her office she smiled at Jill and said, "Don't we have some shopping to do? Toys I believe you said. And I have to check the bank to see if James has left me enough to retire on"

The two walked into town arm in arm, Sarah said nothing to Jill about Brian. When they reached Sarah's bank she put her card in the machine and waited for it to show her balance. She almost fell to the floor as quick as her jaw when she read the figure. "I have to go inside to check this." She said

"Are you ok, you look like you've seen a ghost. What has he done? Cleaned you out."

Sarah laughed nervously, "No. Quite the opposite. If the figure is correct he has given me over two hundred thousand pounds."

"What!" Jill exclaimed

Sarah walked into the bank and waited for the cashier to tell her she was wrong. Slipping a piece of paper under the window the girl said, "That's the figure madam, deposited yesterday."

Sarah turned, dazed, and handed the piece of paper to Jill, "Let's go shop," she said

The two women spent the rest of the day shopping, and not just for toys. As they parted Sarah said. "I'm going back to Haringey tomorrow, can you book the same hotel for me and I will call you when I arrive. I think it's time for revenge."

"You naughty girl." Jill laughed, "Will do, bye."

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Laying in the bath a while later Sarah though over what she had done to Brian. She had not planned it or ever thought about taking over his job after he left. It just sort of happened. The feeling in her stomach had controlled most of what she did and she had just fitted an excuse to her behaviour, but now that she had started, she decided that she was going to make the most of her opportunity. She laughed to herself, 'Did that make her a whore?' after all; he was going to pay her with an exceptional wage increase if it all worked out. The feeling in the pit of her stomach seemed to approve. Again, she smiled. Maybe she was beginning to enjoy life, or sex, more than she ever thought she would. On the other hand, maybe she was simply, a whore.

8.30am the following morning she was again sitting drinking coffee opposite the Haringey store. She had spent most of the night and the journey down thinking of what she was going to do to enact her revenge on Dave. The thought had made her wet. It had also made her smile, after all revenge was sweet. Was it not?

8.55 and the staff started opening up and setting out the exterior display, by 9am they were all ready for there first customers to arrive. As it was Friday, they did not have to wait too long and after a while, Sarah entered the shop expecting to browse around at her leisure much as she did on her visit.

She hadn't gone more than a few paces into the shop when a smartly dressed young lady Sarah didn't recognise walked up to her and said "Good morning madam, my names Lyn, can I help you at all?"

Surprised Sarah said, "Err no I am just looking thank you."

"Well if you need any help I will be here or my colleague on the till can call me, have a nice day." and with that she went and stood by the front door.

She wandered around the store for a minute and then hearing footsteps behind her she turned, "Good morning Mr Harwood.", she said sternly, making it plain in her tone who was boss. "Is Mr Palmer available?"

Harwood flushed at her tone but managed to adjust in time to say, "Mr Palmer won't be back till Monday, he is still on his course, would you like some coffee and I can give you a progress report." He slightly lowered his head and waved her toward the office.

Sarah had dressed to tease, Mike preferably but now was as good a time as any to start her revenge. As she led the way to the office she could feel his eyes roaming over her body, she added a little movement to her walk and walked confidently through the rear door. Dave moved in front of her to open the door to the office catching a glimpse of her cleavage as she walked past him. She went straight to the settee and sat down. Her skirt rode up slightly showing the tops of her stockings. She grinned as Dave made the coffee constantly trying to avert his gaze from her legs.

As he brought the coffee over she said, "I can see that you have made some improvements to the staff, I received a very nice welcome as I entered, well done." She could have kicked herself as soon as she said it. Compliments would in no way make him feel small which was what she wanted to do.

"Thank you." he said with a huge smile, "After our last meeting I called the staff together and told them how you wanted to take an active part in running the store and educating the staff in all aspects of man handling."

'Bastard' she thought. 

He knew he had hit a nerve and continued, "I had a call from the estate agent and made an appointment for Monday, I assume you will be available to assist me in the negotiations, Mr Talbot said it was important that we proceed as quickly as possible."

The mention of Brian Talbot caught Sarah unawares and before she realised she had agreed to 'help him with the negotiations' instead of taking full control.

Sarah realised she need to gather her wits, Dave had taken control and she couldn't have that, she need to take charge. "I need to clean up I will be back in a minute." "Ok" Harwood said, "I'll find something for you to eat."

Sarah felt like screaming, everything he said seemed to relate to his foul use of her, or was she imagining it. She entered the staff washroom and banged her fists on the wall. 'Calm' she said to herself 'Stay calm.' To took several deep breaths and then looked in the mirror. Once she was calm, she again looked in the mirror. She checked that her cleavage was on view and hitched her skirt up a little more. 'Now Mr Harwood I will exact my revenge'

As she entered the office Harwood said, "I made you fresh coffee and found some biscuits to nibble."

Confidently she walked to the settee and sat down, "Thank you" she said making sure that her skirt once again rode up slightly.

He placed the coffee on the table and sat opposite her again, openly looking at her legs and smiling, "I told my two friends what great shag you are and they were sorry to miss you." She was dumbstruck. "I told them I would give them a call next time you were here so that we could all fuck your arse. Hope that was ok?"

She could not believe that he was being so blatant about it so crude. "Wha....no it wasn't....I....I....you raped me you bastard."

"Oh I dint think so, if I remember rightly you threw me on the settee and raped me, either way it doesn't matter cos I'm gonna fuck you some more and your gonna let me."

She stood up face red with anger, he stood opposite and as she swung her arm to slap his face he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off balance. She was falling back but he stopped her from going down by holding onto her hair and supporting her with his hand. His other hand popped open her top and slid inside, running over her bra till he found her nipple, erect and hard, he took it between his thumb and finger and pinched it as hard as he could and as she opened her mouth to scream he kissed her hard, bruising her lips. He gripped hold of her flimsy bra and pulled at hard several times, until it tore away from her body. Then pulling her upright by her hair he pulled up her skirt and did the same with her thong.

"You don't wear these around me whore, ever, you understand?" She looked terrified into his face, "Understand?" he said again

"Yes" she said, "I understand."

He grinned, "I understand Mr Harwood Sir.," he said pushing her toward to settee.

She sat up as best she could but was determined not to hoist him to the position of master, despite the ache in her stomach and the wetness between her legs already throbbing to feel him in her.

He smiled again and walking over to the desk pulled something out of the drawer. Hiding it behind his back, he walked back to settee. Sarah stubbornly stared straight ahead. Dave stood behind her, "Say it slut."

"I wont." she said

He grabbed a hand full of her hair and viciously pulled her up, turning her around so that she knelt on the settee leaning on the back, only inches from his crotch. She heard it a second before the pain struck her arse. She gasped in pain. Pulling her head up he said, "Though I might need an old friend of ours to help you remember you place." and again he h whipped the curtain rope across her behind. Again, she let out a gasp. 

"I don't care what you do I wont say it, I wont." she said.

"Well see about that slut," he laughed and again he whipped her. As she remained quiet, he whipped her again. Getting no response, he leaned over the settee and pulled up her skirt. She kneeled there, impassive not trying to get away, all the time her mind was screaming for her to scream aloud while her body told her to hold out. He pulled her head up so that he could see her face and slowly, repeatedly whipped her with the cord. Each time it landed between her legs whipping her sopping pussy, and her clit. Still she refused to submit. She was not even struggling to get away. Her mind called for help but her body called for more. The feeling in the pit of her stomach was laughing, enjoying every stroke. Suddenly she let out a moan, she was losing control to the need for orgasm that her stomach told her she craved.

"Ok! Ok!" she gasped, breathing heavily. "As you say Mr Harwood Sir. But please no more."

"You will serve as and when I say slut understand?"

She fought the response until again the cord found its mark. "Yes Mr Harwood Sir, as and when you say, anything, but please, no more"

"Anything I say, when I say understood whore."

"Yes Mr Harwood, anything."

"When you're around me you are my slut, my whore to do with as I please. What are you Sarah?"

Laying her head on her arms she said, "I am your slut Mr Harwood your whore."

"And you will actively do as I tell you, your job is to please me in any way I see fit. What is your job Sarah?"

"To please you Mr Harwood Sir in anyway you say."

"Good, now straighten your self up. To everyone else in this store you will remain Ms Bowman, Resources Manager, understood?"

"Yes Mr Bowman."

"Good" he said, "I think it's time to inspect the store."

He walked out of the office and she followed behind. On the surface she was the epitome of authority, inside she trembled with fear and lust. 'Lust' she thought 'God why doe's my pussy so desperately need fucking, why does my mind so desperately want to scream rape, but refuses to do so.'

They entered the kitchen design area and he pointed to the desk, "Sit there slut and have look at the new kitchen design program we have."

Sarah looked around shocked, 'could anyone hear him'

"Don't worry whore, our jobs are secure. Nobody will hear how much you want to serve me, unless I want them too."

The next half an hour, they walked around the store. Dave pointed out the changes that they had made in such a short period. All the while, he called her his slut and his whore and all the time she called him 'Sir'

Once they had done the round, he led her back to the office. Her stomach had calmed somewhat by then. He told her to sit down and pointed to the settee. He went to the microphone, "John Evans to the office please." he said

He did not sit but turned the coffee maker on and waited silently for 'John Evans' to arrive.

The knock on the door made Sarah jump. "Undo that top button whore. When he walks in you will do your slut thing and tease him a little understood," Dave said

Again, the conflict between arousal at his manner and anger washed through her. As she undid the button, she said "Yes Mr Harwood Sir. "

He shouted, "Come in John."

As John walked in Sarah only recognise him as a face around the shop but she gave him a huge smile and twisted slightly her skirt rode up and he had a clear view of her cleavage as well as her stocking tops.

"Sit down John." Dave said patting the seat opposite Sarah, "Everything sorted out then?"

John could not take his eyes off Sarah and the more he looked the more she teased. Her body had taken over and forced her mind to withdraw

"Yes Dave all done." John said

"Sarah this is John." Sarah stood up and leaning over held out her hand for John to shake. Keeping his eyes on her cleavage and probably her nipples as well, he said "Hello Sarah, Sorry Ms Bowman."

Dave laughed, "This is the whore that got you the sack so Sarah, or whore, will do nicely." Sarah sat back dumbstruck, "Isn't that right slut." he added looking her straight in the face without an ounce of humour.

After a moment in which invisible sparks flew around the room, Sarah said "Yes Mr Bowman that's fine." A leer of satisfaction crossed his face. However, John looked very confused.

"Now then John what was it you said to me you would do to this whore given the chance when you found out that it was her fault you had to leave. He can speak freely can't he slut."

Again a slight hesitation before she replied, "Yes Mr Harwood, he can speak freely." She smiled at John to reassure him, not really knowing why.

Now John was even more confused. His turned everything over in his mind. After a second realising that he had nothing to lose, he said. "Well.... I said I would shove my cock in her mouth until she swallowed my cum."

Sarah sat in silence, a smile fixed in place trying to figure out what Harwood was doing. 

"What else" Dave said, "All of it, tell her how you feel."

"I feel fucking angry. I feel like choking you on my dick and then ramming it up your cunt till you scream to come I feel like making you beg forgiveness while I fuck you, forgiveness for getting me the sack you fucking bitch." as he finished he jumped up and stood in front of her. She was sure he was going to hit her but she looked up at him.

"I think you should show John just how sorry you are don't you whore." Dave said, and make it really good eh."

Too late, she realised what was coming. She looked at Dave who just smiled, waiting for her to respond. She watched his hand as it appeared with the cord. Her stomach tightened and she knew she was going to do as he asked, exactly as he wanted her to. "Yes Mr Harwood Sir. John I am so sorry really."

"Help yourself John; she's all yours for half an hour at least. Oh and she likes it rough. Just don't tear the clothes cos she's taking me out for dinner"

John looked at Dave and then smiled down at her. "Then the whore better get them then."

Sarah's heart was pounding. Her mind was trying to fight back but as she stood up and slowly removed her top she knew her stomach, her pussy, her desperate need for orgasm had won. Slowly she stripped off her top and then her skirt, using every feminine move she could think of, finally standing naked except for her stay up stockings in front of the man she had somehow sacked. 

Dave sat down on the settee and watched as John made her undo his zip and pull out his erection, he watched as John took her by the hair and fucked her mouth just like he said he would and was still watching as breathing heavily he rammed his erection in that tight wet pussy. It was obvious to Dave that John would not last long. It was just as obvious that Sarah was not as against it as one might have thought. He slid along the settee and gripped her tits hard, pinching the nipples. "I think you have to apologise don't you whore, I am sure that you said this whore was sorry for getting John the sack. "In addition, he dug his nails in hard.

Sarah had opened her eyes at his touch; she knew that the lust in her pussy was reflected in her eyes just as she knew that the pain he caused was reflected as well. "Oh your right Mr Harwood Sir, I am so sorry. John this slut whore is so sorry for sacking you please forgive me John please." She knew he was close to coming his load

Dave did not release his grip. John said, "You fucking bitch whore I will never forgive you." 

His pace as he rammed into her from behind increased and as it increased she could feel her own orgasm rising. Her eyes closed waiting for it to wash over her. John was pumping now as hard as he could, calling her all the names, he could think of and she sighed agreement and egged him on to further excerptions.

Finally, John moaned as she felt his come shoot into her, she sighed and let herself fall into her own orgasm. 

Slap, she heard it before she felt it, slap again twice round her face. She lost it, her orgasm fell away as John fell away, stopped on the very edge, trembling just beneath the surface, screaming for release. "Noooo." she screamed and fell to her knees.

Dave burst out laughing and John joined in. She felt a hand in her hair and she was pulled "Here bitch clean it up you fucking whore." John said pushing his semi erect cock into her mouth. She did as she was told, in a daze her pussy screaming out for release. Finally, he pushed her away and started to dress.

Sarah lay on the floor gasping for air and gripping her stomach. She heard something drop to the floor in front of her and opened her eyes. It was a pound coin.

"That's what your worth as a whore." John said, "As for you Dave, I got to give it to you mate you said you would have the bitch and looks like you've got her. See yah mate."

Dave laughed, "See you John, anytime you're around here drop in for a cuppa, or maybe a bj" To Sarah he said "Get dressed whore your buying dinner"

As she dressed, he made a phone call, by the time she came out of the washroom he was waiting for her. He took her by the elbow and led her out of the shop, letting the staff know they were going for a business lunch. They did not have to go far. Five silent minutes down the road, he turned her into a restaurant where they shown to a table near the back. Sarah sat on the bench seat while Dave took the aisle chair He ordered a bottle of house wine to start adding, "I am expecting two guests"




Sarah Ch. 02



The waiter brought the wine and poured it. They still had not said anything to each other. "Why so quiet my little slut, you did well. Shame you didn't come though eh"

Sarah took her wine and downed it in one go, after a second she said, "You're a fucking bastard. Why did you slap me? I was....I was...."

"Oh I know what you were." Dave laughed, "Besides a fucking good whore that is."

She felt like slapping him but knew it was futile. She filled her glass instead. A moment later two men, grubby men, were led to the table. Dave stood up and welcomed them, "Slut you will remember me telling you about my two friends last time we fucked. This is Sam and Will and they are dying to fuck you."

Without a word, they sat either side of her. Sarah's mind flashed back to her dream, flashed back to what she had told Jill should these two have appeared when last Dave had fucked her. Her pussy also remembered. 

As they sat down she extended her hand, one of the men took at roughly pulled her to him kissing her on the mouth. "Hang on Will let me have some" and she was pulled the other way for filthy face to squash against hers.

"Take it easy." Dave said, "Remember this is my local ok, keep it discrete, she wont object will you slut."

Sarah was finding it hard to control her breathing she was panic-stricken. These two were foul, covered in brick dust and paint they stank of sweat and grime. "Dave please." she said "Don't."

Dave's face went hard, "Tell my friends just how much your looking forward to tasting there cocks or it might happen before the starter whore."

She looked at him hoping for some pity, but his eyes said there was none. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Calming herself as much as she could. She shut the real Sarah away, or what she believed was the real Sarah and said, "Of course Mr Harwood, I would love to keep your friends happy." She put a huge smile on her face and gave herself up to the slut that had risen from her stomach.

She played her part to perfection, even when Dave told them about there last fuck, even when he told them about John, even when there hands found those parts of her that screamed for them. She drank her wine and ate her dinner. She groped there erections and ran her hand over there legs. 'I'm a natural she thought with a smile' feeling the rebellion in her mind scream to be released, but putting it down viciously. By the end of the meal, she swore as much and as rudely as they did. She told them repeatedly how much she was looking to please them. As the three of them walked, back to the store Sarah finally broke free. She could not do this, not now not ever. However, how was she going to get away?

All four of them walked into the shop and through to the back office, Sarah managed to break away and go to the washroom. She looked in the mirror and was horrified to see the two parts of herself looking back. The whore and the businesswoman. She had to get away or at least keep away from them. She ran out of the washroom and headed straight for the shop floor. She found something to do, menial but time consuming she hoped. She had only been at it for a few minutes when Dave walked up to her and said.

"What the fuck you doing slut?"

"I need to get some of this work done, or it will all pile up."

"My two friends have paid good money to fuck your every orifice, and by god they are going to do it."

"Paid" Sarah gasped

"Well you are a whore after all. Now get in there and do some fucking."

"No, please Dave I can't do it, I just can't."

Dave lifted his head and looked over the top of the shelves. His hand darted out and grabbed her by the hair. He pulled her face down to his crotch and said. "Get it out and suck it bitch." Seeing her horrified look he added, "You can do it here or you can do it in private, which is it to be?"

The look in his eyes convinced her that he would indeed force her to it in the middle of the shop; in fact, she was quite sure the thought had turned him immensely.

Defeated she stood up. He released her hair and followed as she walked back to the office resigned to her fate. At the door she took a deep breath and walked in. "I'm so sorry guys" she said, all sweetness and sex, "An awkward customer, you know how it is."

Before Dave had closed the door, they were on her, pulling her clothes off not caring whether or not they got torn. There hands grabbed at her tits and her mind screamed in pain, her stomach screamed in ecstasy. By the time they had ripped there own clothes off and carried her to the settee her pussy was flooding, her eyes were wild and she would do anything that they wanted her to. She took one in her mouth while the other one took her from behind; rutting her like the whore, she was, like the whore she felt she was. She glimpsed Dave out of the corner of her eye sitting opposite watching them. 'Bastard' she thought, 'I'll show him what a whore can do' and she threw herself into it.

For ages, she worked them both, sucking them fucking them until finally she sat on a hard cock and waited for the other to go up her arse. Her face was wild in anticipation, her mouth, when free, egged them on in language that she never dreamed she would ever use, and with a need that had to be fulfilled.

As they fucked both her holes Dave stood in front of her and said, "Don't you want to thank me whore, for giving you what you have always wanted. All the cock you can handle."

"Oh Dave I do, so much, god how have I gone so long without this, thank you so much, let me please you Dave please let me please you too."

He took his throbbing erection from his trousers and as it appeared, she took it deep into her mouth. The pleasure pain in her stomach screamed in satisfaction. The men were all speeding up, calling her names to which she absently responded. She had the overpowering need to please them. She felt the overpowering orgasm rise from the pit. She laughed, even with a cock in her mouth she laughed as she knew she was going to come, this time they would be able to stop it, she was going to come.

Her arse was filled first, shortly followed by her pussy. She started to panic as she felt their come shoot into her. 'No they had to go on, she was going to cum.' then with a final thrust that choked off her air Dave shot his juices into her mouth, or rather he was so far in her mouth that he shot straight into her stomach.

All three pulled out of her, she fell to the floor writhing in agony. "Fuck me Dave she was worth every fucking penny, we gotta get some guy's together for a party. We could make a bloody fortune."

She did not know who said it, and did not really care, she was dying, she was sure of it the pain in her stomach told her so. She remained on the floor for some time, she heard the men leave and while later Dave returned. "All locked up, they guy's have gone for some booze." she looked up at him, her eyes all glazed. "Oh don't worry whore we're not finished yet, there's a little matter of your rebellion and a suitable punishment.

Part of her was relieved that she would have another chance to orgasm; she did not a care how the other part screamed out for her to run. As she sat on the settee, the pleasure pain in her sore pussy told her orgasm would win. She staggered to the washroom, naked and done what she could to repair her wounded body, she even tried to make herself come but knowing Dave would be angry if she did mentally stopped the possibility. When she got back, they were all there opening bottles and tins.

Dave moved the coffee table and directed the two men to sit either side of him, Sarah he told to stand in front of him, legs spread arms at her side, heart pounding. 

"This is a court of law." Dave said, "Sex law, where this whore will make a confession about rebellion and where we, the judges and punishment givers will decide how to handle her crime."

The two men looked a little confused but went along with things. "Whore!" Dave said, "Confess you sins."

She did not hesitate, did not even try to prevaricate, she told it as it was and finished "....I put myself into the courts hands for punishment."

"Fucking bitch" Will say, "Deliberately kept us waiting."

"What punishment can ever be enough to compensate for such a crime?" Sam added

"Punishment indeed" Dave said, "I know for a fact that this whore is absolutely desperate to come, as yet she has missed it several times today haven't you whore."

Sarah was beginning to feel uneasy. "Yes Mr Harwood Sir." She started to tremble, he would not do this to her surely.

"You rotten bastard." Will laughed, "You mean we keep her going but don't let her come." 

"Now that's what I call a punishment." Sam laughed, "How long we got"

"All night." Dave said, "And anything and everything in this shop to use while we do it. I suggest we start with maybe a dozen lashes."

"Nooooo" Sarah screamed and turned to run

Sam dived up and grabbed her arm spinning her around so that Will could grab her other arm. Together they pinned her arms down to her side and squeezed her between them. "Hold her there" Dave said and went into the shop.

Try as she may she could not break free and in the end, she realised that all she was doing was turning the men on and giving them good reason to bruise her tits or hurt her in some other manner. Dave cam back after a moment, she still struggled but not as much, when she felt something put round her neck, she froze. She opened her eyes and saw that he had slipped a rope around her neck and pulled it tight enough for her to feel slight restriction on her throat. Glaring at him she stood perfectly still while he tied a rope to each wrist.

Sam and Will took one arm each and stretched her out, cross like. Dave relaxed the pressure on her neck and moved towards her, she pulled her foot back ready to kick out but he saw it and stopped. Bring her this way guy's. They followed him out of the office. Sarah seemed quite passive at this point but what could she do with her arms spread wide and a noose around her neck.

Dave led them upstairs to the furniture storage warehouse. He told the guy's to throw the ropes over the girders in the ceiling and then pull them until she was almost off the ground; again, she started to struggle but managed to get inside her defence and slap her across the face. Once she was raised by her arms Dave tied ropes around her ankles and then to storage pallets on the floor. When he had finished she was effectively spread eagled in the air. Although she had put up some resistance, she did not scream or shout at any time.

"Now then guy's time for punishment I think" Dave said and pulled out the curtain cord.

"No Dave please don't." Sarah pleaded.

He whipped the cord forward and slapped against her inner thigh brushing her pussy but missing her clit, "It's Mr Harwood to you slut."

"I'm sorry Mr Harwood, please don't."

He whipped it again and this time he hit home. She screamed as the tassel end whipped her clit, again and again he whipped. Till she was in tears and begging him to stop

Dave pulled out two more cords and threw them at Will and Sam. Laughing they took up positions, Will behind her and Sam to the side. As Dave whipped her clit, Sam whipped her tits. As Dave's cord pulled away, Will whipped the same spot from behind.

The pit of Sarah's stomach felt like it wanted to tear itself out of her mouth, slowly she could feel the lust once again taking over, her clit was throbbing so hard she would have sworn they could hear it, she moaned and went limp allowing the pleasure pain to take her over. Suddenly they stopped. Dave moved up close and said softly "Are we ready to come my little whore" As he said it, he slipped two fingers into her throbbing soaked pussy

Sarah jumped at the internal assault, "Yes Mr Harwood Sir." she moaned

Roughly clawing at her clit, he said "Then beg for it bitch and maybe my friends will take pity on you, after all it was them that paid for your services."

"Please Sam, Will, please make me come please I need it please."

The moved up close to her and ran there hands over her body, squeezing her tits hard then both hands went down over her belly to her mound down and down until each slipped a finger into heavenly pain. They played with her for a moment feeling her tense on the verge of her orgasm. Then Sam pulled away and said, "I have a better idea." He loosened one of her arms and said, "You do it."

All three men laughed and stood in front of her watching, slowly her hand moved to her clit and started work, within a minute, she was lost to the rising orgasm, her breathing becoming rapid her body swingeing on the remaining ropes, faster and faster she went until, her arm was once again yanked away with the rope.

She glared at Sam with feral eyes, "You fucking bastard, you fucking wanker let me finish you shit." Sam laughed as Dave's whip again found its mark, "Apologise whore and maybe he will let you try again."

She was slavering now, drool and desperation on her face, "Please Sam, I'm sorry please let come and I will do anything for you anything please."

Sam released the rope again, just enough for to again finger herself while she did Will stood next to her whispering in her ear, calling all the whores he could think of while brushing the cord tassel gently over her swollen nipples.

"Yes I am," she moaned, "I am a whore, I love cock I love sex I can't get enough I want it all the time, I need to come all the time I want to come all the time. " The more she said the faster she said it and the closer she came to orgasm.

The three men moved in front of her and watched in fascination as she brought her self closer and closer to her goal, her eyes darting from one to the other, feral and dangerous, her lips pulled back in a snarl daring them to interfere again at there peril. Slowly her face changed, a smile started to spread across her face, her head lifted and fell back, and she let out a long low moan, "Yeeeessss at last at last."

Sam again pulled up the rope, tearing her hand from its work. Sarah screamed, wild and fierce, thrashing on the ropes so hard they cut into her uttering profanities and curses in what could have been a foreign language for all the sense they made.

Will dashed forward and pulled two double beds out from the rack. Loosening the ropes around her ankles, he looped them round her knees and threw them over the roof beams. The other two saw what he was doing and came to his aid, while she was still thrashing about the lowered her arms, barely keeping her hand away from her pussy and then they pulled up on the leg lines. Will took a padded stool and placed it under her shoulders. It took her weight off her arms but also dropped her head back. 

Sarah was now hung in a chair, her arms up her head ready and available and both her pussy and arse available to fuck. Dave was first, stripping his clothes off her rammed into her pussy, "Ready for this slut, is this what you want you whore."

"Oh yes give me it, give me at all" she gasped and pushed as best she could, "All of it I want it all."

Sam lay down under her on the bed and with the help of a pillow slid into her arse, again she moaned with pleasure. Will stood naked at her head and she eagerly opened her mouth and took him deep. The air once again sparkled with excitement, only now something had changed, suddenly Dave realised that the three men were the ones serving, she demanded they fuck her and that's what they were doing, and he didn't want to stop, could stop. All the time she was pushing against one or other of them swinging in the hammock rig in all directions. 

It was obviously too much for the men as within a couple of minutes they all came, all collapsed on the floor and all were berated and degraded by Sarah. "Don't stop now you fucks, you useless wankers, get me cock fuck me now do it fuck me you shits."

The way she was thrashing around Dave was sure she would hurt herself but she did not seem to notice. He pulled out his phone and made a couple of calls, "Sam get the back door, it leads straight up here. Charge anyone coming in thirty quid for whatever they want from her, call anyone you think might be interested, and you will. I think now we have ourselves a true whore, money making whore."

He hadn't tried to hide his intentions, Sarah heard every word and added 'inept' and 'unable' to her stream of insults as well as casting major aspersions on there virility."

It only took ten minutes for the first men to arrive, "At last real men." Sarah shouted, "Come on guys anyway you like, show these wankers what real men can do"

"Fuck me Dave, "one of the new arrivals gasped, "Is she serious."

"You heard the whore, any hole you want or all of them have fun, there are more clients on the way so make the most of while you can."

Dave, Will and Sam stood at the door taking the money as if it was a movie, Sarah egged all the men on saying how much she wanted to please them, if only they would make her come. She thrashed, fucked, and sucked her way through each of them. 

Number eight was the lucky one; he was the only one to get any form of praise as he finally tipped her over the edge to orgasm. She continued to thrash about, screaming loudly now, begging for more and more, thanking them for using her and making her come, she was still coming when the last one left, she didn't even know how many had fucked her, all she knew was she still wanted to come, and that she was dripping spunk from every hole. Sam Will and Dave had her again before settling down to share out there money. Sarah slowly stopped her screaming and thrashing so Dave let her lose, as she fell to the bed she curled up in a ball and shook violently, not from cold but from an orgasm that wouldn't stop, couldn't' stop because it was incomplete.

"Why?" she moaned, "Why cant I come, I need it so bad so bad." She drifted off to sleep, exhausted and not caring whether she lived or died.

Sarah slowly opened her eyes. "Where the fuck am I," she mumbled as she opened her eyes. It did not come flooding back to her; she remembered every detail, surprisingly. She looked around and realised she was in her hotel room. 'At least they had the decency to bring me here and not leave me on that bed.' she thought Then her stomach rebelled and she dived into the bathroom in time to throw up what she imagined was gallons of spunk. Slowly as she sat on the floor all the aches and bruises voiced their complaints, she looked down at her body. Bruised battered and covered in stick dry spunk. She turned the shower on and sat in the bath, letting the water flow over her. As she lay there she tried to figure out what had happened, she was supposed to exact her revenge, yet she once again gave herself up to Dave for his personal use, and to anyone else who wanted a piece of her. She knew, despite what she may think later, she knew she wanted it like that, she in a strange way she could not fathom enjoyed it, all of it, except of course, not coming. By the time, she reached this conclusion her hands were working on her wet, red swollen clit. Finally, she could bring it out, the orgasm she so desperately needed. As it happens, she done it twice and pictured Dave as she told him how it was supposed to be done.

After her sexual ministrations, she showered and cleaned every orifice of the stick mess and then got dressed. It was gone 11am by the time she arrived at the store. As soon as she walked in Dave came up to but before he could say anything she glared at him and said, "If you ever touch me again, I will kill you"

She said it so calmly that Dave froze on the spot. He truly had no doubt she meant what she said. He nodded and stood still waiting for her next move.

"I will be at home for the weekend and we will go to the Estate agents on Monday, after that I don't expect to see you ever again. If I ever here from anybody anything about what happened her, I will scream rape. Do you understand Mr Harwood?" The title was given in a derisory manner, meant to make him feel small, she succeeded.




Sarah Ch. 02



Sarah and I lay on the bed beside each other. I was absently fondling her breasts while we talked and she gently held my penis. It was early morning and the light of dawn streaked through the soft blinds that covered my window. 

Sarah had come over to my apartment after her shift at 'Roxanne'. She had got in at about five in the morning and we had stayed awake talking and making out. We had been going out, if you could call it that, for a week now. Sarah would not let me tell anyone else about us. We acted distant and unfamiliar at college. She would come over and we would fuck like rabbits, or I would go to 'Roxanne' on quiet nights and we would fuck there. Sarah liked pretty wild sex. We would roll around and change positions constantly. She especially liked one weird position. She would hang the top part of her body of the end of the bed and I had to hold her up. I would be on top of her, furiously sawing my cock into her fiery pussy, with one hand one the floor and one arm under her back. It was intense sex, but it was like doing one-armed push-ups for two people.

Sarah's skin looked wonderful in the gold-tinted morning light, her full curving breasts, her lean waist, her smooth rounded bum.

"Everyone else's life must suck." I said.

"Why?" Sarah replied.

"Because they aren't with you, and I am." and I kissed her.

She smiled.

"Nearly time to leave for college." I said after a while.

Sarah didn't say anything but just squeezed my cock tighter and started to stroke it slowly.

"Umm, that's nice." I said pinching her nipples.

Sarah gently tickled my cock with her long nails and squeezed my cock head. She licked her fingers and rubbed them over the swollen mushroom top of my cock. My head swam as she stroked me slowly and delightfully.

"Baby, we don't have time. I have to leave soon." I said.

Sarah looked hurt and sat up. She spat on my cock and increased the length of her strokes. Still going very slowly she ran her fist the full length of my shaft and squeezed me tightly. God, I loved the way this woman jerked me. Her tits swayed as she worked on me. I reached up to touch her breasts but she slapped my hand away.

"This is for you, baby." she said.

I lay back and relaxed as images of delight filled my mind. Being locked in the changing room with the cheerleading team. Sneaking into the Sultan's harem of well-trained but frustrated concubines.

On a down stroke, Sarah stuck my glistening cock head into her mouth and sucked on it.

"Oh, Wow, Sarah. That feels so good. I love it when you do that."

She replied by increasing her pace. Soon she was furiously jerking and sucking my cock at the same time. Every few strokes she would take her mouth off and rub my engorged tip with her palm. The sensation was incredibly intense. She would then suck me back into her mouth and lick me gloriously.

Soon my balls were boiling and the muscles along my back tightened. I grabbed fistfuls of the comforter and pulled on them.

"Ugh, argh. Fuck! Sarah, I'm going to cum. Oh, shit, here it is. URGH!!"

The first shot went deep into Sarah's hot little mouth and she sucked it up. She sat back to swallow my man juice but kept wanking my pole at an unbelievable speed. Shot after shot of my cum flew into the air.

"Fuck, yeah! That's it my boy." Sarah said. "Look at that cum spew everywhere. You are a fucking hose, you dirty little pervert."

I had to ask Sarah to stop pumping me once I finished cuming.

"Wow, babe. That was amazing." I said. "We've got to leave or we are going to be late."

"No, I don't. Just you, and you are late now. Ha ha!" and she slapped my ass.

Fuck! It was nine o'clock. If I missed that lecture, I'd be screwed. I threw on some clothes and ran out the door.

******

I biked to college like a mad man. I got to the lecture by 10 past and was able to keep up. I did stink of cum and sweat though and I got some very strange looks. I didn't care what people thought because I was fucking the most beautiful woman in the world. I felt light and aglow

I didn't see Sarah in our biology lab, I hadn't seen her in any of the lectures we shared that day. Claire, my lab partner also seemed a bit different.

"Are you okay, Claire." I asked "you're a bit distracted."

"No, I'm okay, John." she replied. Then after a moment, she added quietly "Well actually, I'm a bit worried about you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you come late to class, you don't know your stuff, and you are only just passing your mastery tests."

She looked very concerned.

"I was always a bit flaky, Claire."

"This is different. You were absent minded, and you were a bit of a nerd, but you always understood the material. I know I used to give you a hard time, but you used to always have read everything up before class."

She took my hand.

"It is like.." she paused "you used to be late because you were lost in your own little world, but now you are late because you are doing something else."

'Or doing someone else' I thought and I smiled.

"You're not doing drugs or something, are you?" she asked.

"No!" I blurted.

A few people looked up at my sudden outburst.

"No." I whispered. "I'm not taking any drugs, Claire. Thank you for caring, but I'm fine." I squeezed her hand "Really."

******

After college, I biked home. I went slowly, enjoying the feel of the early autumn air. I took a detour through the park and felt new joy in the little details; the finches flying in flocks across the road, the hint of orange on the tips of the leaves. Life was great, it truly was.

I got to my apartment and stowed my bike in the shed. As I came past the living room window, I saw Sarah inside. She was naked and running across the room with the curtains fully open. I raised my hand to wave but then dropped it when I saw Carl, also naked chasing after her.

What the fuck was he doing there? Carl was one of the university football players. He had been accepted to the college through a scholarship. No way would a dumb fuck like him be accepted otherwise. I was filled with a burning rage and started for the door, and then I realized that even though Carl was fucking my girlfriend in my apartment, he would still beat the living shit out of me if I went in there asking for a fight.

As they ran, Sarah's tits bounced on her chest and Carl's erect cock bobbed up and down. She climbed up on the sofa and leapt over behind it. Carl ran around and caught her in his arms. I could see the big Celtic cross tattoo across her back.

I knelt down in front of the window and watched what they were doing. I was horrified, but I felt powerless. I couldn't stop them and I could not make myself look away.

Carl had a huge cock. He was tall and big too, 6'2" and 220lb of lean powerful muscle. He had ring piercing in each nipple. Sarah looked tiny in his arms. She squealed as he grabbed her. Her tits shook and her smooth curved ass jiggled. Carl bent Sarah over the back of the sofa and spat on her ass. He spread his spit over her pouting pussy lips and inserted a finger. She said something and he took a condom from her and put it on.

'At least that was something' I thought.

Carl spat in his hand and lubed his huge cock with it. Christ that was a big cock! It was as long as his hand from wrist to fingertips and as thick as a Bible. He was going to stick that in her? I was a little worried.

Carl smeared spit over Sarah's pussy lips again and aimed his monster of a cock at her juicy love tunnel. He pressed against her and after some pushing, she opened and he slid inside her. I could hear her cry out. In pain or delight, I did not know. He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him hard. Very soon, he was plunging his cock into her again and again. The sofa rocked off its feet with the force of each of his thrusts.

I noticed that my cock was getting hard and I couldn't help getting aroused watching Sarah's beautiful body get ploughed by this big powerful man. I stroked my cock through my jeans and listened to Sarah and Carl grunt in unison with each of his thrusts.

I looked up and down the street and no one was around. This was a quiet little side street. I stepped into the little shrubs growing below my window and undid my fly. My cock leapt to being fully erect once it was free and streams of pre-cum dribbled from the tip. I spread my pre-cum all over my cock head and started to slowly jerk off while I watched Sarah and Carl fuck inside.

I was right out in the open and any little old lady from one of the other apartments could come down the street and find me, jerking off perving at two people fucking through a window. Not that they were being entirely subtle either. They were fucking loudly right next to a large living room window with the curtains open.

Before long, Carl was grunting loudly and deeply.

"Ahh, I'm going to fucking cum." he shouted. "Come here and take in your face, bitch."

He pulled out of Sarah and she immediately got down on her knees in front of him. She pulled the condom off and started to jerk him rapidly. My own fist was going back and forth on my pole like piston. Carl's body thrust and convulsed and her roared like a wounded bull. I quietly grunted to myself as my orgasm ran through me. Despite his large performance, Carl only produced a dribble of cum which caught Sarah on the chin and ran down her tits. My cum shot from my cock like a shell from a cannon. The first shot hit the wall and made a 'spat' noise. My cock kept on firing squirts of cum until there was a puddle of it on the ground between the shrubs.

"Thanks, bitch." I heard Carl say from inside "Here's a down payment for next time."

He took his wallet from his jeans and threw a flurry of $20 bills at Sarah. She just sat by the sofa, looking sad with cum dribbling down her front. Carl quickly got dressed and let himself out the front door. I hid behind a dumpster as he came past. He spat in the gutter and walked down the street.

I crept inside the house slowly. I could hear the shower running. I opened the door to the bathroom.

"Sarah? Honey?"

"Yeah, babe. I'm in here." she replied.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. Why shouldn't I?"

I hesitated. It was a big thing to accuse your girlfriend of cheating. I was nervous and scared.

"I saw you." I said quietly.

"What was that?" she asked.

"I saw you, with Carl."

The shower curtain was thrown open and Sarah stood there, naked and beautiful. The tattoo on her shoulder shone through her wet skin. At first, I thought she was going to tear into me for invading her private shit. Then her face softened.

"I'm sorry, John. I didn't want you to see that."

"Then why the fuck did you do it?" I shouted.

"Cause it's a job, okay. He's a regular at the club and I like to get some money without having to give half to Gloria. It's a little under the table arrangement I have with a few of my favored clients." she looked angry again. "I'm sorry I did it here at your house. But if you can't get used to the idea that I fuck guys for a living, then you need to reconsider our relationship."

That cut through me like ice.

"No, no, no." I said.

I climbed into the shower with her, fully dressed.

"I need you. You are my sunshine and I would wither without you."

I held her tight. My breath came in short little shudders. The idea of Sarah not being in my life was terrifying to me. She held me too and kissed me, lovingly on the lips.

"We have something special, John." she said after a while. "I don't want to lose that. But if you need me exclusively, then the longer we are together, the more you will be hurt."

I just continued to hold her. The warm water ran over both of us, uniting us. I breathed in her smell and surrendered to it.

"Sarah." I whispered.

"Yes, honey?"

"Sarah." I repeated.

I could feel her smile.

"Yes, honey?" and she kissed my neck.

"I think I am in lo..."

"Ah ah ah." she interrupted me. "No, way. Not that word. That word is forbidden in my presence. Okay?"

I just kissed her cheek and licked her ear lobe.

"Good. Okay, let's get you out of these wet clothes and wash that cum off your belly from this morning."



Sarah Ch. 02



I picked up the phone and held it to my ear. Sarah's voice came across the line clear and excited, as usual, and I felt the traffic pinning me in lift just slightly. But even in her initial greeting I could tell that there was a bit of hesitation that had never grown between us before. I cut directly into her purpose. 

"Sarah, doll, why are you calling me? Is everything okay for this weekend?" 

"See, Uncle Derick, that is why I am calling..." her little voice trailed off and I felt my heart sinking with the last note of her half-finished sentence. In two years she had not canceled a single visit. It is true that the visits were not often enough to put a strain on either of our everyday lives, but I still felt that it was somehow special that we had always managed to keep our promise to see each other, whenever we made it. 

"What's wrong?" I asked, feeling the squeeze of rush hour tighten again. I lifted my hand in frustration at a large white SUV that nudged its way in front of me. The bay bridge was going to be hell today. "Are you not going to be able to come?" 

"Of course I am coming!" she said, her voice slapping my eardrum playfully as if I was a child that had said the most ridiculous thing in the world. I felt relief wash over me, and relaxed into my leather seat. However long the wait, I might as well surrender to it. 

"It's just that, do you remember when you said that I could always bring a friend with me if I wanted to?" I recalled giving her the open-house speech when she was about 15, and I thought that she might appreciate someone her own age around to amuse her during her yearly visits. Now she was nearly 20, and over the past two years the idea of sharing our few precious days together with anyone else had not crossed my mind. 

"Of course I remember, and of course you can invite a friend if that is what you really want." 

"Great! Because I have already invited my friend, Laura." 

This was a completely unexpected announcement. "I see. Well, it is your vacation. I am sure that you two will find a lot to explore in the city together." 

"See, Uncle Derick, you're misunderstanding me." She giggled nervously on the other end of the line and I felt my pants twitch ever so slightly. That girl had a crazily adorable laugh. "I mean, I guess it is about exploration, but really... I was hoping that you would, maybe, possibly..." 

"That I would what, Sarah?" 

"Well, I was hoping that you would have sex with her." 

My foot slipped off the break and I nearly rear-ended the soccer mom in front of me, who laid on her horn without relent. 

"You thought that I would what?" I laughed incredulously, "Whatever gave you the idea that I would fuck one of your friends, Sarah? You didn't tell her about us, did you? You know how messy things could get if people found out that we're sleeping together." 

"I know, I know!" she sighed. She really was still a 20 year old. I was definitely feeling 40, having to give her a lecture like that. "But it's like this Uncle Derick. All of my friends talk about their sex lives all of the time, and I feel so left out. I have nothing to say, nothing in common with them. I want to have someone that understands me, that I can talk to, and I want that to be Laura." 

"You aren't trying to say that you don't have sex with the same boys that all of your friends are screwing. I've seen some of the pictures that prove otherwise. You have plenty to talk about." 

"Yeah, I have sex, but you've totally spoiled me and you know it. I know how good sex can be. These guys and girls are just playing, and it is adorable, but none of them really know about sex. Come on, please?" 

"Baby, that's not the way things work, and you know it. Just because you have sex with the same person as your friend does not mean that you have the same experience. If you really want to bond with this girl, why don't you have sex with her? That will give you plenty to talk about." 

"Because I can't teach her the things that you can. I can't make her feel the way that you could." 

"Sarah, you're selling yourself short. You could make anyone feel like god." 

"Well, maybe. But the point is that I am bringing her. And I have already told her about us. And you can avoid it all weekend if you want, but that will just make things awkward, because she really, really wants to fuck you." 

The little devil hung up the phone and I groaned. I could not decide if I should masturbate right there or if I would rather curl into a hole and die at the situation my niece had put me in. She was not usually so demanding though, so I would have to consider her request. 

Friday came too quickly and yet not soon enough. I was determined that even if Sarah brought her friend we would still get some alone time. However, things did not get off to a great start as I had to stay late at the office, and the girls had to take the BART to my house. Of course Sarah had a key, and they opened a bottle of wine and made dinner while they waited for me. I opened the door and hung my coat on the coat rack in the entryway when I felt Sarah's warm, young body press against mine in an embrace. I hugged her back, feeling her solid against me, and unaware of anything else for a moment. 

It was not until she tried to kiss me that I became aware of her friend sitting on the couch, staring at us with her hands folded in her tightly closed lap. I thought about resisting for a moment, but decided that since Laura already knew a simple kiss would not be too much of a shock. I had never kissed Sarah in front of anyone before, and a chill went down my spine as our lips met. I found myself enjoying the validation of our affection for each other that having an audience created. I slowly swayed her back up against the door and spread her legs with my knee. Knowing that Laura could see my hand, and the white of Sarah's panties underneath her short skirt, I placed my palm on her pussy and held it there while we embraced. It was our customary way of greeting eachother, and I was happy to continue it. 

Not wanting to be rude we broke our kiss and walked into the living room. Sarah introduced me to Laura, who stood and shook my hand. 

"I've been so looking forward to meeting you, Derick," she said. She was a classic redhead, a little shorter than Sarah and not as toned. Her skin was tissue-paper white with freckles and her hair was light red, but her eyes were dark, dark green, and I found my mind wandering to inappropriate images of her. We sat down on the couch and Sarah left the room to collect a wine glass for me. 

"How are you?" she asked, nervously. 

I put my hand on her bare thigh. She was wearing a skirt that matched Sarah's. "Relax," I told her. She smiled and laughed a little. "I am fine. I had a long day." 

"Then perhaps it is you who needs to relax a bit?" she pressed, with just the slightest bit of awkwardness. She was definitely cute. 

"Are you offering to help me relax?" 

"I would very much enjoy to help you relax in any way that you would like," she stated boldly. But it sounded slightly rehearsed. I sighed. It was something Sarah wanted. I put my hand behind the girl's neck and pulled her face close to mine. I flicked my tongue out of my mouth and against her lips. She tried to lean in to kiss me, but I held her head back in my palm. 

"Well then, I want you to suck my cock." 

She hesitated, then looked up into my eyes. I could tell why Sarah liked her so much, and why she trusted her. "Of course." 

She was quick. Before I knew what was happening she was on her knees between my spread legs, and my belt was unfastened. My body responded well to her, and the memory of Sarah's earlier kiss, and I was pleasantly throbbing. I unbuttoned my pants for her and pulled my 8 inch cock out from my boxers. She did not hesitate to take the whole thing into her wet mouth, her head bobbing up and down like a porn star's, her tongue swirling as she gripped my thighs and tried to deep throat me. She had great technique, and definitely would have pleased any man. I looked up to the hall and saw Sarah watching us with that cute little smirk on her lips. I wanted to kiss her so badly. I wanted to fuck her, and suckle every part of her body, not be playing with her friend. But there was no reason that I could not enjoy them both. I beckoned her over to the couch, but she took her time, and sat just out of my reach. 

I stopped Laura, pulling her head off of my cock. 

"You are very good, Laura. I bet boys go wild over what you do with your tongue." She smiled shyly and my heart melted a little, "But it feels like you are doing what you think you are supposed to do. That's how guys describe what they want because that is how porn displays it. Real sex is not about that moment of ferocity. It is about building up to it. I want you to do it again, but this time, go slow. Do what you feel like. If you want to hold it for a minute, just hold it. If you want to lick a little, lick a little. If you want to choke on me, by all means, do it, but I want to feel how bad you want me in your mouth." 

She hesitated, then brought her lips to the tip of my cock, kissing its swollen head. She started sucking me, lightly and slowly, and I groaned in pleasure. Now, this was fantastic. Sarah scooted over to me and offered me her lips. I kissed my niece gently, in time to her friend's sucking. What a treat she had brought me. I wrapped my arms around her, sliding my hand down her back to her thighs, then up under her skirt. I stroked the outside of her panties, feeling how hot and wet she was. I knew she must be going crazy, seeing my cock in her friend's mouth. I found the side of her labia and stroked it up and down, avoiding her clit. Then I pulled away and whispered, "I want you to go do the same thing to your friend." 

Sarah smiled up at me and then slid off the couch to join Laura on the floor. Laura's ass was already up in the air, giving Sarah adequate access to her pussy. She shyly put her hand between her friend's thighs and began stroking her with the same slow, steady rhythm that I had used. I felt Laura pick up the rhythm in her sucking, and her intensity increased as her pleasure began to mount. They were such a sight to see, all young, perfect flesh kneeling before me, begging for my attention. 

"Sarah," I said quietly, "I want you to pull Laura's panties to one side, and give her a little lick with just the tip of your tongue." Sarah did as she was told, and I felt Laura's throat vibrate as she moaned. I was finally really getting into this. I pulled Laura's head back again, and bent down to kiss her fully on the mouth, letting my tongue linger and explore her cavity for a moment. When I broke the kiss all three of us had silly grins on our faces. 

"Why don't we go to my room?" I suggested. 

In my room we all three got naked and the two girls lay on my bed. I knelt between them, one hand on each of their outside hips. They looked at each other and giggled. 

"So, you learned how to take things slow with a man, but I doubt that you have ever had a man go slow with you, or you would have already known how to do that. So why don't you sit back and relax and I will have Sarah show you how to build an amazing orgasm." 

Laura curled up on her side and Sarah lay flat on her back, spreading her thighs, eager for what I was about to do. I reached up with one hand and began gently kneading her breast, while I spread her pussy lips with my other hand and dipped my tongue down to her hot juices. Two years later and I could still go down on her for hours. There was absolutely no rush. I savored her flavors and the gentle moans that escaped her writhing body. I was slow and steady and she began to build in intensity. Taking my cue from her I lapped harder, pulling at her skin with my teeth and pressing my tongue underneath the nub of her clit. I could feel Laura staring at us in awe. I saw her own hand wander down between her thighs and I felt a pang of pity for her, wanting to allow her to join. 

Just when Sarah was about to climax Laura could stand the distance no more and reached out her hand to replace mine on Sarah's nipples, tugging with the same amount of intensity as she leaned in to kiss my niece's soft mouth. The new stimulation surprised Sarah and so she did not climax as hard as she had been about to, but she did not seem to mind as her hands eagerly roamed over Laura's torso. My own hand freed from its earlier task I reached over to Laura's dripping pussy and began to stroke it with the same rhythm as Sarah's. The two girls moaned sweetly into each other's mouths. I went back and forth with my mouth. Sarah was sweeter, and Laura was more pungent but they both tasted of happiness and youth. Eventually I sat up, keeping one hand working each of them as I watched them kiss and suck at each other's nipples and mouths. They were a beautiful pair. 

I stopped stroking the girls just long enough to find one hand of each of theirs and guide it to the other's pussy. They were shy at first, timidly stroking the outside. But I knew that they both ached to be filled after my working of them and so I guided their fingers deep into each other. As soon as they felt the wetness around their fingers they both grew excited and began to more vigorously pump in and out of the other girl, never stopping their intimate kissing and adorable moaning. As they progressed I guided another finger into each girl, and then another, until they had all four fingers working into the sopping wet pussy of the other. I could hear the magical squishing sounds and their groans all around me. Finally I could sit back and just watch.  

As I moved away from them they got closer, spreading their legs open further for the other. Sarah was less shy than Laura and was now down to all four knuckles of her hand, twisting her palm in little ways that made Laura start to scream with pleasure. It took Laura a while longer, but soon she was returning the favor to Sarah. 

I stood over the bed and reached down to stroke myself as I watched the two girls play. I was not sure if they would go all night or have to stop the intensity of their session soon, but I knew I wanted to burn the image of their tangled bodies into my mind. They had long ago abandoned the gentle moans and were grunting and screaming with pleasure. 

"Yes, baby, yes," Laura cried out, "Mmm, fuck me Sarah, harder, please harder!" 

And Sarah fucked her harder. She bit Laura's lip and shoved her entire fist into the other girl's dripping cunt. "Yeah, you want that you fucking slut?" she cried, unaware of what her mouth was saying, "You want me to give it to you like that? Well, you better give it to me to. Fuck me, you cunt. I want to feel you deep in me." 

I could not believe both girls were fisting eachother. True, their hands were smaller than mine, but I had been so afraid the first time I fisted a girl. Here they were, enjoying the spreading of their cunts without hesitation, putting on the most beautiful show for me. I had not even realized how hard I had started to stroke my cock, but I looked down and my own hand was working with speed and pressure that was bringing me near orgasm. That was okay though, because I knew with their intensity that neither of them could be far off. 

Suddenly Laura's body seized, and she bucked hard against Sarah's soft naked frame. 

"Fuck, Sarah! I am, I am, I am," she shuddered. Her orgasm tripped Sarah off and she kissed her friend hard and rolled her eyes back into her head. I could not hold back my own orgasm any longer and shot my load in hot streams over their arched bodies.  

"Fuck!" I cried, collapsing in bed between the two of them. The three of us had a collective sigh, and then Laura laughed with happy freedom. And I thought, Damn, this will be a good weekend after all.



Sarah Ch. 03



After yet more discussions, we decided to act on one of Sarah's new found fantasies. She wanted to be used. Used in any way people wanted to. I wasn't so sure, although my cock convinced me otherwise. The difference this time was that I would be there and maybe join in.

For the rest of the week, we would fuck together after I applied lotions to Sarah's marks from her previous session with strangers. The love bites that had covered her body, her thighs, her breasts, her neck and even her pussy lips, soon went away. The welts that had striped her arse and breasts from the whipping she'd taken soon faded as we applied creams.

We did all this even in the knowledge that they would probably all be back again next weekend, or so Sarah especially hoped.

Finally Saturday arrived. The day we decided to let her do it all again, or rather let anyone who wanted to do it to her, all again. Sarah had a long soak in the bath. I got to shave her cunt and arse totally bald and smooth. I applied plenty of lotion between her legs to make sure she stayed extra soft and smooth for her guests. 

When Sarah emerged form the bathroom she looked so hot and stunning. Sarah is only about 5' 4", with a slim body. She hasn't got huge tits, but what she has are gorgeous, topped off with the most suckable pink nipples that grow up to an inch long when played with and sucked. Today she had dressed to kill.

She put on the most indecently short black skirt and a lime green top that buttoned up the front, although she hadn't done up many of the buttons. In fact the shirt was undone to below the level of her breasts; so that when she walked or bent forward all was visible to see. On her feet she wore some ridiculously high black strappy sandals, which made her legs look even longer and more beautiful.

She came over to me and I could smell she'd applied some perfume, but it was when she told me to find where she'd put it my dick nearly burst from my pants. I roamed around her body smelling her. She put it on her neck, down her arms, her chest and a good helping between her legs. That was the only thing I found between her legs, the little slut had left her pussy knickerless. She said there was no point in putting any on anyway, as they'd soon be coming off again and she didn't want to loose any more clothes. Ever the practical one, my Sarah.

How do I look, she asks. Well she looked stunning. I immediately grabbed her and pulled her face to mine. Sarah's tongue snaked into my mouth before I could say anything, not that there was much to say. My hands quickly roamed and caressed her body, moving swiftly down to her arse. My fingers slid under the short material of her skirt and began so work their way into her arse crack and down to her cunt. She was dripping wet already.

Not giving her chance to say anything, I smeared my fingers with her juices and inserted them straight up her tight little arse hole. At first she struggled, but as I began to work a second and then a third finger in she relaxed, allowing her ring to stretch and let me enter her most private hole. After a couple of minutes of my fingers loosening her up, I pulled them out and forced them into her mouth. At first she'd gagged as my slippery fingers pulled at her lips and cheeks, but soon enough more sighs were coming from her.

As Sarah sucked on my fingers I lined my dick up with her hole. Holding on to her hips with one hand and her head with my other, I rammed my cock in to her brown ring. Once through the initial tightness, I just kept pushing, until I was buried balls deep inside my little wife. 

Expecting Sarah to try and stop me I held on tight as I reamed her arse, pounding it as hard as I could, never having been officially allowed to enter before, but I was more than pleased when she began to utter words of encouragement, begging and screaming for me to do her harder and faster. Of course, I obliged.

Sarah soon came with a huge orgasm. As she did so her arse hole contracted and gripped my cock like a vice. I couldn't move it was that intense. The pleasure was so much I felt my own cum building up, until it exploded out, filling her bowels with my seed. Only when she came down from her orgasm and my dick began to shrivel, could I move.

I reached behind me to grab a butt plug from the side table and as I withdrew, slid the plug in place, telling her she would be going out with my cum buried deep in her arse, held in place by the plug. Surprisingly she turned round, hugged and kissed me, saying thank you and that she would be pleased to do whatever I wanted of her.

With that I pushed her to her knees and instructed her to clean me up before we left. She knelt down and attacked my dick with relish, licking and sucking it completely clean. I then lifted her up and suggested we went and found some people to party with.

Sarah was like a kid in a sweet shop and couldn't wait to get going. We had another drink while we waited for the taxi to arrive, Sarah pouring herself a huge brandy, for medicinal purposes, she told me with a very cheeky grin.

When the taxi arrived Sarah jumped straight in the front seat next to the driver and gave him the instructions to the club she wanted to go to. She was so horny, she didn't waste anytime in leaning over and grabbing hold of his cock. To say he looked shocked was an under statement. After rubbing his growing bulge through his trousers for a few moments she slid down the zip on his trousers and released his dick. Thankfully he soon regained his composure and slowed down, by which time Sarah had her mouth as far down him as she could get. Her nose was buried in his pubes and he was certainly beginning to sweat.

Eventually he had to pull over and being in the town there wasn't really any where secluded. Not that either of them really seemed to care. He reached over, sliding one hand down Sarah's top and the other up her short skirt, which had ridden up to expose her shaved pussy anyway. What with roughly mauling Sarah's tits and probing her cunt, with what looked like his whole hand, and Sarah taking his throbbing member right down her throat, he didn't last long.

I don't know when he last had sex, but he came so much Sarah couldn't swallow it all. It went over her face, and dripped down of her chin on to her chest. She certainly had a smile on her face when she came up for air, but nothing compared to the grin on the drivers'.

Finally the small crowd that had gathered outside the window cheered and applauded. Expecting Sarah to be embarrassed I was well shocked when she turned to face them and slowly wiped up the cum on her face and tits and licked her fingers clean.

The driver, who was so embarrassed, soon had the car moving again and dropped us off at the club, with a huge grin he said Sarah had more than paid the fare and that if we needed another ride he left us his mobile number.

The club was, as always, busy, with a queue waiting outside to get. As she climbed out of the taxi, Sarah smiled towards one of the doormen, whilst opening her legs far wider than was really necessary. It obviously worked though, as he couldn't help but see straight up her skirt to her shaved cunt. Sarah deliberately took longer than she needed, as the doorman said something to his colleague and then gestured for her to follow him.

He headed off round the corner of the club and waited for Sarah in the alley by a fire escape, obviously hoping his luck was in. His face dropped when he noticed me trailing behind, but soon regained his composure when I gave him a grin and nod. Sarah walked right up to him and threw her arms around his neck, reached up with her face and forced her tongue straight in to his mouth. Reaching up like this caused Sarah's skirt to rise up over her arse cheeks, giving me a wonderful view. The doorman, not realising, wrapped his arms around her, letting his left hand fall to grip her bum, found her bare cheeks. Not that he needed any encouragement. Immediately his other hand dropped and they began to grope and fondle her, eventually finding the butt plug still in place. This brought a huge smile to his face.

At that he pushed Sarah to her knees, unzipped his trousers and pulled her head in to his crotch. Without ceremony his cock went straight in to her mouth, not that she seemed to be complaining. He was well equipped in that department, about 8 inches in length, and was soon fucking her face by pulling and pushing Sarah's head in and out. I'm sure he must have been entering her throat.

After about five minutes of this treatment, he pulled her to her feet and pushed her up against the wall, where she assumed the position. God she looked good, arms out and legs spread out waiting for what ever. The doorman lifted her skirt and tucked it in to it's own waistband, leaving her arse on full show. Lining his dick up with her exposed cunt he thrust forward, filling her in one swift move, almost driving the breath from her. 

This didn't last long though, for he obviously had other ideas. As he withdrew, he pulled the butt plug from Sarah's arse and plunged his cock straight back in it's place. Sarah's face was one of shock. I don't think she quite expected it like that, but she wasn't about to complain either. With her hands still planted against the wall, she stood and took all he could give her. He banged away not sparing a thought for Sarah, only his own pleasure. Going as hard and fast as he was, and with the tight grip of her sphincter, he couldn't last long. Soon he was unloading deep in Sarah's bowels, adding his seed to that I'd left there earlier. As he withdrew this time he re-inserted the butt plug in one swift movement and stepped away, breathing heavily.

Then he spun Sarah round and told her to clean him up. She didn't even hesitate, dropping to her knees again and licking his sticky shaft clean. Once cleaned and straightened up, he showed us in through the backdoor of the club and then returned to his duties.

Once in the club Sarah made her way over to one of the high bar stools, while I went to get drinks. As she spun around on her seat was clearly checking out what was going on around her. As she rotated, her legs would open and close, showing any one who happened to be looking what was on offer. After a while she kept looking at one guy in particular, who appeared to be with 3 or 4 others drinking nearby, watching the available talent. As he drank with his friends Sarah kept her legs open and slightly leaned back on the bar and flashed him a big smile.

Watching all this from further down the bar, was turning me on again. I returned to Sarah with our drinks and she sat up and closed her legs. I had my back to the group, but stood slightly to one side, pretending not to notice, as she opened herself up again to him. We stayed chatting for a while like this then I said I'd go off, pretending to head for the gents and it would leave her to do what she wanted.

As I walked round the club, I found a good vantage point from which to observe proceedings, with out being noticed. Within a couple of minutes the groups of men to whom Sarah had been flashing had moved over to the bar on the pretence of getting more drinks. As the bar was obviously busy this meant them having to crowd in around her. At one point I saw her legs spread obscenely wide with two of the guys standing between her knees waiting to be served. She really was being slutty and putting everything on show.

As they ordered their drinks one of the guys started to talk to Sarah. He must have been asking if she wanted a drink, because a few moments later the barman handed her a very large cocktail of some sort. Once the round was in they all started chatting together, while Sarah kept moving her legs showing more than I'm sure, was just thighs. As soon as she finished one drink another cocktail appeared in front of her. When she was on her 4th, I noticed that the bloke she'd started flashing to had now moved in closer and was resting his free hand on her thigh and another had his arm around her shoulders, with his hand draping down her front and his fingers slowly moving around the top of her breast.

At this point Sarah leaned back on the bar again and seamed to scoot forward slightly on the stool, so that she was just perched on the edge. Admirer one took this as a clear signal and his hand moved up her thigh and under what was left of her short skirt. As his hand continued to travel upwards he pushed the hem up, leaving her shaved pussy on full view. I moved in closer so I could get a better view.

With his hand now on her mound his fingers began to travel down to Sarah's slit. Opening her legs further to allow better access only encouraged another to join in. Here was my wife sat on a bar stool, surrounded by five strangers, allowing two to finger fuck her, whilst a third toyed with her breasts. At around this point one of them obviously discovered the butt plug wedged up her backside, because they pulled her legs completely open and each had a good look. 

As Sarah began to kiss the one playing with her breasts, their tongues exploring each others mouths, the others all crowded in closer. With my view blocked, I move to stand at the back of them, as if being one of the group. Sarah's eyes were closed, one arm resting on the bar, the other around her kisser's neck. 

One of the guys then said something to the others that I didn't catch, to which he received a laugh. I soon realised what he'd said, as I saw him holding his beer bottle to Sarah's open cunt. His mate removed his hand and the one with the bottle began to rub it up and down her wet slit. Soon it was glistening with her own juices and he stared to slide it in to her. It was long before most of the bottle was buried up inside her juicy tunnel. Once fully home, he began to withdraw it again and then rammed it back inside her. He soon built up quite a rhythm. At one point he completely removed the bottle and one of the others inserted a couple of ice cubes up her cunt and then they re-plugged her with the bottle. The look of shock on her face at the ice cubes was a picture, but within seconds she was orgasming again. 

After a few minutes of this treatment the guys clearly wanted more, so leaving the bottle wedged up her sloppy cunt, they pulled her to her feet and half dragged, half carried her off towards the gents. Curious to see what would happen I followed. Once inside the gents, Sarah was pushed to the floor on her hand and knees. As her skirt was pushed up over her hips, her head was pulled upwards and a cock wedged in to her mouth. With her soft round arse raised upwards, all could see the butt plug firmly inserted in to her back passage and the beer bottle sticking out her cunt. The bottle was removed, but to my surprise, and Sarah's it was turned round and re-inserted, wide end first. Not that there seamed to be much difficulty in that. 

The guy who's been face fucking her came round the back and was immediately replaced by another even bigger dick in her mouth. He bent down and in almost one fluid moment, ripped the butt plug from Sarah's arse and plunged his cock back in it's place and began pounding in to her from behind. Two others had realised her tits and were mauling on them, pulling her nipples hard and really making them stand out. There was no gentleness in it at all. They pulled on her nipples, downwards, outwards, any way they could. They then started slapping her tits, which soon reddened up, but still they didn't stop. 

As the guy fucking her arse came deep with in her the one in her mouth quickly took his place, his place in her mouth soon replaced by another. This one wasn't content with just Sarah's mouth, but plunged his cock in to her throat, causing her to gag and choke. He was soon holding her head in his hands and forcibly fucking her mouth and throat. Meanwhile her tits were still being roughly mauled and slapped around, but not once did Sarah try to stop them. The one buried in her arse began slapping that too, so that soon her cheeks were glowing red, matching her tits.

Again, as soon as he came he was replaced by another, so that her holes were constantly full of cock and beer bottle. Number three even alternated between her pussy and arse, ramming the bottle into her back passage while he fucked her red, swollen cunt. Soon all five of them had fucked Sarah in one hole or another and were now making her lick them all clean. They left the butt plug back in place and also wedged the beer bottle back up her cunt for good measure. 

Once all finished, Sarah was laying in heap in the middle of the floor where she'd collapsed and the guys had one final form of degradation for her. They began to piss over her prone body. They aimed their wilting dicks at her face, one even wedged his dick back in her mouth as he pissed, and over her head. They pissed over her body and arse, literally covering her in their golden showers and she just lay there, mouth, legs and cunt open to them. She was a real mess, laying on a gents toilet floor covered in spunk, piss and red marks all over her. 

Once finished they dressed, laughing, and left the room. I helped Sarah to her feet and tried my best to slip her clothes back on. Not an easy task as I tried to hold her up and put clothes on her shattered, wet body. As quickly as I could we left the gents and found the back way out of the club. Once outside I reached under her skirt and removed the beer bottle and plug from her holes and the cum started to run out of her abused holes, down her legs to puddle on the floor around her feet. 

Eventually I managed to get her back home and ran her a warm bath to soak the evening's events away.