2 comments/ 17536 views/ 1 favorites The Story of Debra Ch. 01 By: Karien3474 Debra lay on her bed. The sun streaming through her open window blinded her sleepy eyes. She lay there basking in its glow. She knew she had to go to work, but the alarm hadn’t gone off so she dozed somewhere between asleep and awake. The insects were humming with activity outside as she pulled herself up and looked outside to see her neighbours doing what neighbours do. Husbands washing cars, wives pruning roses, children chasing dogs. How nice to have such a normal life, and not to be walking alone at night. The clock said it was half past eight. She was late. Debra jumped in the shower and soaped her body down. It felt good to have the hot steamy water running over her naked breasts, caressing her back and buttocks. Her red hair curled into wet tendrils as she wrapped herself in a towel. She felt its fleece rubbing at her naked sex as she knotted it around herself. Slipping into a sweater and some jeans off the chair, she grabbed her purse and shut the door behind her. The ride to work was uneventful. The usual evening traffic through the suburbs, and the hot wind whipping her hair and drying it. People always said how the colour complemented her eyes. The flame colour of her soft curls and the fire of her amber eyes was a striking combination with her tanned skin. She turned off the freeway downtown just as the sun dipped below the horizon. As she pulled into her parking space at the club she saw Johnny outside the back door. Lazily he was leaned on the doorpost with the air of someone who really doesn’t care about anyone else around him but himself. He was fairly good looking, she’d thought about fucking him when she started but it wasn’t wise if she had to work with him. He’d had most of the girls there from what she’d gathered anyway. He was a big guy. He was a bouncer so he had to be, but he wasn’t big in the brains department. Just meat. “You’re late.” He said, as she walked past him inside. “Blow me,” was her reply. The dressing room was full of other girls primping themselves as she went to her locker. She dumped her purse inside and began peeling off her clothes to change. The hot weather outside made her tight jeans stick to her legs. She checked her face in the mirror, looking for those inevitable lines of someone whose necessity is ever to look young and perfect. The clock said nine thirty, she was on in fifteen. Somehow she just wasn’t in the mood for this, not that she was ever in the mood for this. All those people looking at her, their dirty eyes taking in every inch, every curve, every imperfection. The regulars were ok, all they did was watch, it was the drunks and the stupid kids that she couldn’t take, and by the sounds of it there were plenty of those outside. Quickly she stripped off her panties and went to pick a costume. Someone else had taken her usual one of sheer black baby doll. Damn herself for being late. “Debra! Five minutes ” she heard someone yell from down the hall. Great, leather it was. She squeezed herself into the cat-suit and grabbed some stilettos from the rack. No one was looking at the clothes anyway. She could hear the load outside pumping for the last girl. She was just finishing her act. Debra sneaked a peak through the side of the curtains. It was Stacey. Tall, busty and blonde American dream. Stacey was just that, apart from the drug habit and the abusive boyfriend. Some women just couldn’t appreciate themselves. “Have fun .” was her sarcastic greeting as she brushed past, her skin was wet with sweat from her exertive repertoire. No one gripped a pole quite like Stacey. For a second the lights on the stage blinded her. The noise was deafening, and the heat from the room stifling. For a moment there was that second of panic. The good girl inside who was horrified to find herself in a strip club, and worse yet, on stage. The music started. Her first night she had chosen it because it was up beat eighties rock, now it just seemed corny. Slowly she strutted to the chair in the middle of the stage. She never did like using a pole. She straddled it, resting her breasts on the chair back. They looked impressive in the tight cat-suit, and the applause and cat calls reiterated this. As she ran her hands down over them and down to her thighs she surveyed the room. The usual drunks at the front, the young kids with fake ID’s on the right, and in the back the regulars sat at the bar. The tables were just for the one timers, those who were curious and probably never came back and the parties that came for something exotic. She’d had offers for evenings, for private stuff, but she never took it. Work stayed in the club, never in her own time. It was just a job. As she stood up she swayed her hips to the music, moving every curve in a seductive rhythm of its own. She pushed over the chair with one stiletto shoe, lowering herself into a squat with her legs open as she began to unzip the suit. The white lace underneath always seemed to surprise punters. They didn’t expect the nice girl under the naughty, that was her own little twist. The sweat from the leather made peeling it off such a release. She could see Johnny at the door. He always watched her from the darkness. The fact that he couldn’t have her always seemed to make him want more, and made him ever more persistent. To hell with it, she thought and grabbed the pole. Her red hair streamed down her back and the white lace of her bra and thong made her smooth skin seem all the more tanned. She shimmied up and down to the music, making sure every curve of her body was accented by the cold steel pole at her back. She rubbed her breasts together and made every effort to make it seem like she was really enjoying showing them her beautiful sexy body. She began gyrating herself up and down the pole. She felt it slide between her butt cheeks as she bent over giving those behind a great view of her open ass and giving those in front a good view of her tits as she slipped off the bra to throw it to them. Her breasts sat high on her chest and her nipples protruded from them as if ready to be tweaked by any brave enough to dare. The kids were going crazy, some of them had already spilled themselves and were trying not to seem wasted in front of their obviously more hearty friends. As the music wound to a close she sunk to the floor on her knees spread wide apart and licked each of her breasts slowly. She’d always had a killer finishing move. Most thought it was because she was a slut but really it was because she had the courage to do it. She picked up the suit, the kids could keep the bra, and slipped backstage. She stopped in the wings to catch her breath. She felt a hand slip around her bare buttocks and give them a squeeze. One hand slipped over her eyes before she had a chance to find out who it was and her hair stood on end as she felt hot kisses nuzzling the nape of her neck. The Story of Debra Ch. 02 For a minute she was taken aback. She was drained after her exertions on stage and the rush of blood was making her feel disorientated. It felt so good to have someone kiss her like that, to feel wanted rather than as an object. The hand was cupping her breast now, massaging it and tweaking her already painfully erect nipple. The other palm was pressing against her sex, cupping it as the fingers pushed aside her thong and began to probe her inside wetness. Her mind snapped back into place and she shoved her assailant away. The audacity of some guy to just grab her like this! As she turned to face him he grabbed her around the waist and crushed her to him. The sheer size of the guy and the overpowering smell of some expensive cologne was a dead give away. "Get your fucking paws off me." Debra snarled as she shoved Johnny away. His touch always made her feel filthy and violated, she hated it when he touched her like that. The smirk on his face disgusted her as she stormed into the dressing room. "Don't worry Hun, he'll lose interest soon." said one of the other girls, brushing past on her way out. She slammed her locker door shut. She didn't feel like going back on stage again that evening thanks to her little encounter with Johnny. But she didn't feel like going home early all alone either. She slipped back into her jeans. Damn, they were so tight it was hard to breathe never mind move. She slipped a white shirt over her bare breasts buttoning it up enough to cover but not enough to stop it being tantalisingly revealing. She tucked it in and zipped up her boots before making her way to the office. Her red hair bounced behind her, streaming down her back like some virgin blood stain on the crisp white shirt. "I'm gonna cruise for the rest of the evening," she called in as she made her way past towards the bar. She hadn't seen anyone interesting earlier but there was no harm in seeing what talent was around. Not that he usually took anyone home from work anyway but sometimes there was a spark of intelligence that could occupy her for an hour or so. She hopped up onto the red plastic stool and called for an ice tea. Not the usual order in a strip joint but she didn't fancy trying to fend off Johnny while being drunk either. Her golden eyes scanned the room from under her curled lashes. The girl on stage was new. Or at least newer than Debra herself. She was young too. Barely old enough to take the job. Her dark skin and olive complexion made her seem exotic. Her breasts were small but well formed, with dark nipples contrasting against the smooth satiny skin. The long muscular legs she had wrapped around the pole obviously were well trained. But she lacked the confidence of the more experienced girls, she still thought the crowd looked at her, not at her body. Ah the naivety of youth, mused Debra. She was about to give up on the bar when her musing was interrupted by a loud outburst from one of the table groups. Some stag party probably. All drunk, all "single". She looked over briefly, not really looking. Her eyes came to rest on one guy in the group. He didn't seem to fit with the rest. His dark tousled hair and soft gaze were different to his drunken and rowdy companions. There was something dark and broody in his stare which was directed straight at Debra. Almost ashamed to be caught staring she looked away. Sometimes it was easy to forget what she was doing there and what all the men there came for. She sipped her ice tea and pretended to analyse the girl on stage. To hell with it. She stood up and made for the front door. "I'll come and tuck you in later baby." breathed Johnny as she strode past towards her car. She heard someone behind her as she was walking, rolling her eyes she turned and without thinking went for a right hook. Without missing a beat the guy caught her hand easy. "Damn tiger, I only wanted to introduce myself!" said the guy she'd been caught staring at. "You looked gorgeous up there but I guess you hear that all the time, right?" Debra mumbled some for of thanks and goodnight as she went to open her car door to get in. "Wait! I know I'm just another guy but give me a chance at least!" The smiling look in his eyes was almost enough to convince Debra that he was worth it, but it wouldn't be the first or the last time if she was going to fall for it. He was fairly cute in all fairness. His body under the shirt and pants was obviously fairly well toned, he had a nice tan, and he wasn't bad looking either. Quite good looking actually. Very in fact. Too late. She didn't want to go home alone anyways. "Get in." She ordered. He looked taken aback but seemed more than willing to comply as he slid into the passenger seat. They drove around for a while, while she debated whether or not to take him back with her. His name was Chris, he was from another state. Visiting college friends who coincidentally were getting married on the weekend. She wasn't really listening to the conversation but she found herself opening up to him. Having decided he probably wasn't a serial stalker, murderer, or thief she pulled into her driveway. She had her key in the door as she felt his arms slide around her from behind. Tilting her head backwards she received his kiss. His hot tongue pushed eagerly inside her waiting mouth, tasting her and drawing her to him. She turned towards him as he pressed her more firmly up against the door. He was stronger than he looked, but for a change Debra was making no objections to his domination. Picking her up, as they stumbled inside the door he carried her inside. "Bedroom." He breathed, looking deep into her eyes, and making her well aware as to how much he wanted to fuck her then and there. "That way," she pointed, "first left." Gripping her buttocks to stop her slipping he strode right in and dumped her on the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt revealing the anticipated and well formed chest Debra had perceived earlier. His cock was straining at his pants, but he made no move to take them off, pushing her down onto the bed with the weight of his body he continued to kiss her. Despite her reservations Debra was starting to enjoy the tryst, it was a promising start. He began unbuttoning her shirt and cupped her ample breast in his open palm, kneading it and awakening her desire. She unzipped his pants and slipped her hand in, feeling his large erect cock, and rubbing his balls with her cupped hand. His tongue was probing deeper and deeper into her open and willing mouth as he pulled off her jeans and slipped his fingers between her legs. The relief was almost unbearable and she almost came just from his touch straight away. He began sucking at her breast and she couldn't help but moaning. It had been months since she'd let a guy touch her like this and she was enjoying every moment. His tongue flickered over her blood filled nipples making them even more sensitive to his touch. He wriggled off his pants, and she noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear. Still bearing on top of her he pushed her legs apart roughly and plunged himself inside her. The anticipation and the suddenness of the move caught her off guard. The feeling of him stretching her inside, making space to fit his engorged cock inside her drove her crazy. He started pumping at her, riding her with great energy as he thrust into her tight wet sex over and over again. She felt her body come over and over again as his pounding sent shock waves through her body. He withdrew and motioned for her to turn over. For a moment she didn't register as her brain was not making much effort to compute what was going on other than enjoying the pleasure. He rolled her over himself and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her feet touched the floor and her naked and exposed buttocks were thrust into the air. He gripped her hips as he slid himself inside her from behind. This was almost too much as he drove deeper and harder into her wet hole. She was loving every minute of this, crying out loud as he fucked her better than any man she had fucked in ages. The feeling of him sliding in and out of her as his balls smacked against her engorged clit made her come over and over. She felt him quicken and tighten his grip on her hips. Holding her roughly and hard he rammed into her one last time and came with a great moan. Both breathing hard they lay on top of each other, unable to move for a minute or so. Debra was expecting him to just get up after that but instead he pulled her under the covers with him. She was too exhausted to comment but enjoyed the feeling of being held by someone post coitally. A feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. A safe feeling. The wetness between her legs was oozing out , making her sticky. His cock had been dripping, but they lay there in each others arms, sated, and as she wondered what was going to happen next . "May I stay with you tonight?" He asked, but she was already falling asleep, she'd have to see if he was still there in the morning. The Story of Debra Ch. 03 PART III The sound of the rain woke her up, and for a minute she was disorientated. There was someone else in the bed with her. She lay there and ran back over the night before. She would have to apologize to this guy, who ever he was, and make clear that this was not a regular thing, despite the sex having been really, really good. Trying not to rouse him she slipped out of the bed and tiptoed to the shower. At least if he woke up she wouldn’t smell like work and sex, she could retain some of her dignity. The water streamed out of the shower and she checked herself in the mirror for last nights errors. She washed off her make-up and brushed her teeth. The toothpaste tasted sterile and metallic in her mouth. She slid into the shower, letting the hot rivulets of water run over body. She felt the cold air of the shower door opening before she registered it. Strong hands slipped around her shoulders and began to massage them. The feeling was too good to pass up and she let him continue to rub her wet skin, sliding his hands up and down her back. The steam from the hot water made her want to just fall back to sleep as her aching muscles were given over to her company. She felt his cock pressing into her back from behind, and she was about to make objections when she felt his lips upon her neck. It was just too much to resist, and she turned to face him as they fell again into a passionate kiss. Their bodies were slippery against each other from the water, as they pressed each other against the shower wall. His hands squeezed at her breasts and buttocks, reminding her or the night before. He slipped his hands under her butt, kneading it and moving to pick her up. But she stopped him, she pushed him back against the shower wall. Letting the water run down his toned body she moved down herself, ‘til she was kneeling in the shower at his feet. The water was running down her shoulders as she knelt forwards and took him into her mouth. He moaned as her lips closed on his engorged cock. She sucked at his head, licked at it and moved her lips over it, making him buck at her and grasp her head ever firmly as she took him into herself. Her lips glided over its length, swallowing all of him in, sucking at him and gently kneading his balls with her hand. He was moaning loudly as she continued, and was obviously enjoying it almost as much as she was. The feeling of her power over him gave Debra a wicked smile. He pushed his hands under her arms and brought her up to thrust his tongue inside her, kissing her deeply and pressing into her with his body. He wrapped her legs around him and drove into her, pinning her against the shower wall. Spearing her body on his large erect cock. Tightly she gripped him as her muscles contracted and she came. His plunging into her became more urgent and harder as he pinned her to the wall. Over and over he made her moan with ecstasy, until finally letting go in a burst of hard strong final thrust. He lowered her feet to the floor and as she stood against the shower wall letting the water run over her smooth and wet skin he washed the wetness between her legs, cleaning her with care as she soaped his body in return. “Good morning.” She said softly, and with a cheeky little eyebrow motion he answered her with the same greeting. She wanted to explain about last night but didn’t feel right doing it at that point. She stepped out of the shower and threw on her robe, letting the wetness soak through. She was sitting at the breakfast table in the kitchen when he came out. Dressed in last nights clothes he still looked attractive even in the tousled morning after look. “I really enjoyed last night and I know mornings after are weird so I’m just going to go, but here’s my number in case you ever feel like that again.” he put down a piece of ripped notepaper with the words and his number. Debra was almost stunned by this gesture, sure she was a stripper but she wasn’t sure if he was trying to treat her as a whore as well now. She said nothing but once the door closed, ripped the paper in two and threw it into the accumulating pile of other paperwork on the kitchen worktop. She wouldn’t call, and he probably wouldn’t come back, she didn’t expect anything else anymore. But she was expected to go back to work that evening, and to be on time. She gazed out of the window with a certain bitterness at how empty her life suddenly seemed. She wasn’t looking forwards to dancing for a bunch of strangers again, but somewhere inside she hoped he would be there waiting for her, and she would not disappoint him either. The Story of Debra Ch. 04 She was early as she pushed open the back door to the club. However, Johnny was still there to leer at her from the office doorway and to grope her butt as she stood at her locker on his way to the door. The guy really was a creep and he couldn't take a hint. She picked her outfit for the evening, the white chiffon baby doll that she loved. She loved the way that white set off the colours in her hair and eyes, it made her seem all the more exited. She stood watching at the corner of the stage. It used to turn her on watching the other girls dance. Seeing their lithe bodies moving in an unbroken rhythm in time to the beat, not that she ever looked like that. Her legs were long for her frame but she was not as graceful. Despite what she felt about bringing guys home from work she couldn't stop thinking about her encounter with the guy form the night before. Chris, the name on the paper had said. He wasn't the best she had ever had but he wasn't bad either! As she watched from the darkness of the wings she tried to make out if he was there. A little part of her inside was really hoping that he was, and it wasn't just the part between her legs. The lights went down and she strode out onto the stage. She'd changed her repertoire for the evening, hoping to prove that she could do more than just the average, in case he did show up. The lights came up and she balanced atop the pole, gripping it tight between her thighs. Slowly she slid down it, her legs forming a stiletto'd V. Slowly she knelt up with the pole sliding between her breasts. She tried to survey the room but the spotlight was too bright. Her hips thrust up against the pole and her buttocks strained at the white lace of her thong as she wiggled up against the pole. Gripping it tightly she pulled herself up and began kneading her breasts as she thrust backwards into the pole. The cold steel brushing up against her sex was exhilarating and turned her on a little. She began sliding up against it and the steel seemed to become more slippery. She wasn't sure if it was from her sex or from her sweat. She jumped up again and slid herself slowly down the pole. Suddenly she saw him. Sitting at the bar. At least she thought it was him. She came round again and looked, but there was no one there. Damn, she thought to herself, all heated up and no one to cool her off. She carried on gyrating against the pole. But she'd lost interest. The music finished, and slightly disheartened she made her way backstage., to be greeted by none other than Chris. "A little different from last night wasn't that?" He enquired. "Think I've seen it before too." She was too flustered to answer. She almost expected him to pull out some roses! "DEB!!" came a scream from the office. She rolled her eyes and excused herself as she went in. There, on the desk, was the biggest bunch of roses she'd seen. Red ones. "You got a secret admirer. These came for you. Shall I trash 'em?" Enquired Johnny with a bit of a sneer. "No, I need them to counteract your looks" She chimed as he brushed past. "Friend of yours?" Asked Chris as he stepped into the office. She didn't even bother answering him, but clamped her mouth on his. His tongue gave her the response that he was as happy to oblige as she was. His arms slid around her waist and he pushed her up against the desk. God he felt good. His hands moved to her breasts, kneading them as her nipples strained at the sheer chiffon fabric. She was still wearing her costume, and the thong was dripping wet between her legs. Without any regard for what she was doing she grabbed him, and unzipped his pants. Yet again she was pleased to see he wasn't wearing any underwear. He pulled her legs upto his hips. "Guess you're not worried about getting caught?" He asked. Her response was to stick her tongue down his throat as a resounding and most definite no. He pushed aside her thong and drove into her. The feeling of his engorged cock stretching her pussy as his weight pushed down on top drove her mad, she almost cried out with the pleasure of it. He clamped his mouth over hers to stop her from crying out as he thrust into her. Her legs gripped his buttocks as he rode into her. The lace was driving her crazy as it rubbed against her clit with each of his thrusts. Her buttocks were sliding on the desktop and she was bucking against his hips making him thrust into her as far as his large cock could possibly reach. "Now that's hardly fair". Chris jerked himself up, and Deb sat up with the same shock. Johnny was standing leering in the doorway. Neither of them had heard him there, but from the look on his face, and the bulge of his pants he'd been enjoying watching them. "Now Deb, how comes you've never let me do that to you'se?" He grinned, knowing that she was in an awkward position, having been caught in the act so to speak. She debated for a minute whether or not to reply. Chris' cock twitched inside her, reminding her of its presence. She looked at him hoping for some inspiration as to what she should do. "Maybe we could share?" He said, his face breaking out into a manical grin. She was sure he was joking. He couldn't be serious. There was no chance Johnny was going to say no to this one! Chris withdrew, and as he stood up he pulled her up with him. Johnny couldn't get his clothes off fast enough. She looked him up and down. His cock wasn't bad, but it didn't hold a torch to Chris'. Chris lay down on the desk. His cock was standing up, it was still glistening with her juices from the unfinished fucking they had been engaged in. She took off the costume. It seemed a bit superfluous. She climbed up onto the desk and straddled him. She looked down at Chris. She really wasn't sure what to make of this situation. He made an attempt to look apologetic but the grin in his eyes was unmistakable. She teased him a little by letting his cock slip against the outside of her slit. She felt the head inside her and pumped against it, letting it slip in and out. This drove Chris mad, and she pinned him to the table. She felt Johnny move up behind her as she slid herself all the way down on Chris' engorged cock. She was getting even wetter feeling his body beneath hers, the sense of power she felt as it was he that writhed beneath her sent a rush through her leaving her almost as dizzy as he had. She'd almost forgotten Johnny until she felt his hands on her hips. His hands slid over her round buttocks as they slid up and down Chris' cock. She felt one of his fingers sliding into her ass. She flinched automatically, this wasn't something she had really tried before. He squeezed some jelly from a tube in the desk onto his cock, rubbing it and making it slippery enough to slide into her ass. The feeling wasn't exactly uncomfortable as he slid one and then two fingers into her ass in unison with her thrusting down onto Chris cock, who was moaning loudly as she sat deeply onto his balls. Johnny's hands circled her hips, and she felt his cock against her hole. She slowed her thrusts to allow him to slide inside her. It hurt a little as he slid his engorged head inside her. He was trying to be gentle and slide it in inch by inch, but the fact that he had been dying to fuck her for so long made him impatient and he impaled her ass on his cock with a hard plunge. The two men pumped at her and as strange as the feeling of having Johnny's cock in her ass had been, the two cocks working in unison between her wet pussy and tight ass sent shocks through her and she came over and over. Chris' hands were working hard at her right breast while he sucked at her left one. The sensitivity of her nipples was giving her enough pleasure almost to equal that of Chris' cock inside her once more. Johnny was really going for it in her ass, he was pumping so hard that the desk was rocking. His momentum lifted her off Chris cock and thrust her back onto it hard, Chris was breathing hard and the sensation overtook him as he came with a great moan. The feeling of his hot cum inside of her sent Debra over the edge as well and her contractions made Johnny shoot his load deep inside her ass. The three stayed there breathing heavy for a moment. The two men savouring the feeling of their cocks inside her wet and well fucked holes. It was Johnny that withdrew first. He picked up her costume from the floor and wiped his cock with it. Debra looked down at Chris, he had a grin on his face. She was exhausted from the experience, she'd never had anything like that. Johnny patted her on the ass. "That was great darling, maybe next time should keep it to just us eh?" The door clicked shut behind him and the two were once again alone. Debra climbed off. Her knees were red from the desk and she had the two men's cum dripping between her legs. Chris sat up on the edge of the desk. "I don't suppose the lady would be interested in coming out to dinner with her plaything by any chance?" He asked with a rather knowing grin on his face. Gathering up her costume and her roses off the floor she promised to think about it and went to go change. She'd think about it all right. All night long probably! The Story of Debra Ch. 05 Debra got home later than she expected. She slumped on the doorpost replaying the nights actions. It had really happened. She wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. Chris must have really changed his opinions about her after this evening, but then again most people didn't expect anything more from a girl in her line of work. She threw her stuff down on the living room floor on her way to the bedroom and then sat regarding the TV with a mindless stare. Some random program of the type that's usually on about 4am. She lay there thinking about Chris. He really was a paradox. She lay there on the bed in her underwear with her red hair around her like some bloody halo. The guy came off as a real genuine guy but he was willing to let that creep Johnny paw and fuck her at the same time as him. The idea of it made her nauseated but remembering having both guys fucking her at the same time made her start to want more. She thought of Chris cock burying itself deep inside her. Her fingers had made their way into her panties of their own accord. She felt her outside pussy lips start to get slick with their own juices. She flicked her clit with one of her fingers and the sensations sent shivers through her. Her fingers caressed the outside of her shaven slit as she slid the tip of one inside. Teasing herself in this way was almost as bad as if it had been someone else. She slid her finger further inside and stroked the inside of her pussy, just wishing it was Chris' fingers and not her own. Her panties were getting really wet and seemed to be constricting her so she slid them off, joining the rest of the laundry still on the bedroom floor. She spread her legs and started rubbing her clit again. The little nub had become engorged with blood and while she rubbed it and finger fucked herself at the same time she couldn't help moaning. She rubbed her breasts with her free hand, feeling the nipples harden to her touch. She couldn't believe how horny she was after the events of earlier. God she needed a cock and needed one now. Her pussy seemed so empty without someone ramming themselves inside her and filling her up. Her fingers slid in and out of her wet hole, she couldn't wait for someone else to come for her so she reached into her bedside drawer and pulled out one of her toys. She hadn't used these in a while but she needed something to fuck herself with. She pulled out a small vibrator then discarded it just as quickly, she needed action rather than stimulation. Her hand closed around a large dildo, and without much forethought she slid the tip of it into her dripping hole. The feeling of the hard head stretching her lips open almost made her come on its own, but she withdrew just as a guy would. In and out she slid the tip, faster and then again slower, teasing her swollen lips. Then, she could wait no more and she buried it deep inside herself, and she moaned out loudly as the length of it slid inside her. She felt herself begin to come as she slid it out, and drenched it with her juice as it rested on her pussy lips. The phone was ringing. She hadn't heard it over her own moans. Still breathing hard she leant over and picked the handset up from the bedside table. " Hey Deb, its Chris. Are you ok, you sound like you're out of breath." " Yeh , I was er exercising!" she smiled to herself. "how comes you're still up so late." "Exercising, yes at half past four in the morning, sure. Missed me that much huh?" She could almost hear the grin on his face. "Just the thought of you doing that over me makes me want to fuck you again, but I guess you don't need anymore company for tonight." Damn, he was good, but there was no way she was going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that it was his cock she had been thinking about while she was fucking herself. "Aren't we self proclaimed!" she exclaimed. "so what do you want at this time of morning? Since u seem to have the idea I don't really need you anymore tonight." She was desperately trying to stop herself giggling and sounding like a schoolgirl with her crush. "Actually I was wondering if you weren't busy perhaps you might like to spend the day with me. Pick you up about 11ish? That is, if you don't need to sleep too much to continue looking so good!" "You know Chris, I'd almost have to question your intentions! But I think I know them already. 11 sounds good. Just hope you know what you're getting yourself in for. You know where I am so just wake me up when you get here." She hung up the phone with a smile, and then chided herself for getting involved with yet another guy that was going to use her and break her heart when he was finished. But at least she might get something as well as the physical side this time. She lay back and thought about what they might do tomorrow. Maybe he wasn't intimidated by public places, she'd have to find out! The Story of Debra Ch. 06 As soon as she put the phone down Debra turned out the lights and decided to try and catch some sleep before morning. Her Mind was aglow with various thoughts and hopes about the day gone and the day ahead. A whole day with Chris, and she did not have to work in the evening either. For a guy who had barely known her 3 or 4 days he had definitely showed a certain amount of commitment. Though 3 or 4 days in a long scale relationship was hardly of note. However, she thought optimistically, it was necessary to pass the 3 or 4 day point to get to the longer relationship. She hoped. ******* "Hey! Madame red head, wake up!" yelled an insistent voice. "Whuh? Whuzat?" Debra rolled over and squinted at the sunlight glinting through the curtains. She looked around her dim room, seeing nothing out of place. She could feel her hair doing a very good impression of an 80s Tina Turner. There was no one there and she decided she must have imagined the voice calling her. She rolled over and regarded the white ceiling above. Though rested Debra was really considering spending the rest of her day in bed. Slowly she swung her feet over the bed and made her way to the bathroom. Glancing in the mirror she felt a little peeved that she had been right about the Tina Turner. Who needed backcombing when you could just sleep for a couple of hours. The steam from the shower told her the water was already hot so she climbed in, grateful for the massage head that had so thoughtfully been installed by the previous owner of the house. The water rushed over her, coursing over her skin and hair, the heat relaxing away the stiffness in her back. She considered what she wanted to do today, perhaps some shopping for some new underwear or something else maybe. She turned off the faucet and reached for one of the towels on the rail. Debra toweled herself off to a decent degree and threw the towel on top of the laundry hamper. She turned towards the mirror to check her face and stopped in her tracks. There, in the steam from the shower someone had written a message. Someone was in her house. Someone had been in her bathroom with her and she hadn't even known. The message simply had a heart with "good morning beautiful" written across it. She racked her brain as to who it could be and how they had got in. Could it be another stalker that she would have to call the cops for or someone else? Johnny's face swam across her mind and she shuddered. She remembered last night with him and Chris. Chris!!! Suddenly Debra's heart leapt. What time was it! She ran into the bedroom and grabbed the clock. It was flashing a red and healthy 12:00 over and over. Perfect. She scrabbled about on her dresser trying to find her watch before remembering there was a clock over the sink in the kitchen. As she hurried into the kitchen her wet feet almost slipped on the polished floor and she had to grab the wall to catch her balance. The smell of food was wafting towards her and her stomach growled an involuntary response. She skidded to a halt at the doorway. The clock said 1.43. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK replied her brain. They had been supposed to meet at 11, but that still did not answer who was in her house writing messages and cooking breakfast. The skillet on the stove was sizzling with scrambled eggs and some bacon she didn't even realize she had. The toast suddenly popped up and she nearly jumped out of her skin. The kitchen was empty though and the intruding chef was no where in sight. She stepped backwards and was about to turn around to return to her bedroom in search of clothes when she stepped backwards into someone. He encircled her waist with one arm and covered her eyes with his free hand before she could turn and see him. "Morning Red. I see someone overslept, it's ok so did I. Miss me?" He started kissing the nape of her neck that was still damp from the shower. She almost lost her balance again as her knees became weak. Chris sure knew exactly which of her buttons to press. Debra recognized his deep voice and the scent he was wearing the night before. Unless some other guy who just happened to smell and sound the same had broken into her house. She turned to face him and he removed his makeshift blindfold from her face. The boyish grin she had immortalized in her memory shone out from his face as bright as the sunlight that had dazzled her earlier. His arms pinned her to him and she recalled how well formed they had looked without a shirt on. He was wearing a T shirt that said "kiss me I'm Irish" in huge green letters. Debra remembered joking to a girlfriend once that someone had to be drunk to wear something like that but she realized now she was wrong about that. "How exactly did you get in? I thought I had a stalker or someone and I was gonna call the cops." He looked at her lopsidedly and with a raised eyebrow sarcastically replied "I am the cops, remember! Well maybe not round here but still." He smiled at her as he chuckled before kissing her on the nose. Debra's brain went belly up. Cops! She racked her memory for when he had told her he was a cop and came up with a few cobwebs and a rather certain blank. That explained the physique, and how he had managed to get in the house. Then her mind began to visualize Chris in his uniform and she almost creamed herself. She smiled nervously back at him before regaining her composure. "I guess I'll have to remember where you keep your handcuffs in future. But before you arrest me for public nudity can I put some clothes on?" "I could always take mine off........." He raised an eyebrow at her again and held her a little righter. Her stomach growled again and she decided she'd rather have an edible breakfast before any other type. She patted him on the cheek and gingerly disentangled herself. Then after looking stoically towards him marched towards the bedroom. Debra made sure to lock the door behind her because she could almost guarantee that she would have far less interruptions than if she didn't lock it. She gazed at the rather unkempt pile of laundry on the floor and the chair of discards from previous days. She tugged at a red tartan corner sticking out of the pile, which tumbled over to reveal a small kilt style mini. The after searching the chair she went to the chest of drawers to retrieve a set of plain black underwear and a black tank top. After quickly throwing it all on she decided to remove the underwear. It was probably superfluous anyway. She slipped her feet into some matching red flip-flops and regarded herself in the mirror. Her bangs were almost dry but most of her hair was still wet. Rather than waste time drying it she bound it into two long plaits. 5 bucks says he will call you Pippi Longstocking she thought. Debra glanced towards her makeup bag before deciding that with the warm temperature outside it was probably better not to bother. She unlocked the door and made her way a little more gracefully than earlier into the kitchen. Breakfast steamed gently on the table and she grabbed a fork before jumping into the seat and tucking in. "I like a girl with an appetite. Especially if she likes my cooking. What would you like to do today anyway? Since I've already had to practice breaking and entering, I guess its your turn to decide." "Mphmm eraph eelrm iynad." "You would like to learn English or you would like me to learn speaking with a full mouth?" He teased. Debra swallowed before replying that she didn't really mind and then shoving another forkful of the really, really, really, tasty scrambled egg concoction that Chris had made into her mouth. She hadn't had breakfast made for her in a while and she didn't remember it tasting quite so good either. ******* Debra removed her keys from the lock and pushed the door open. She deposited the various bags that they had accumulated during the day onto the floor and collapsed onto the couch. She wasn't sure that there was anything left at any of the stores they had been to. Chris was outfitted with various new t-shirts (which she had found out were pretty much the only thing he would wear outside of work) and her assortment of underwear had gone from plain and rather inconsistent to various shades, shapes, and styles. Not only was this guy thoughtful, caring, pretty good in bed, well great in bed and out of it actually, he was also a great shopping buddy. She could almost see the little voice in the back of her mind waving a gay pride banner and pointing to a list of attributes belonging to Chris. As she moved to straighten up Chris smacked her on the behind and made a dive for the couch. Damn he could move fast when he wanted. Chris grinned at her and motioned for her to sit. However seeing as he was spread out across the couch this meant more of a sit on my lap than sit on the couch. Debra had spent the entire day being teased by him and she decided to get a little of her own back. Every time she had gone into a changing room he had tried to come in with her, or rubbing himself against her when she bent over, or deciding to finger her while he was driving back. He just didn't seem to stop and he had totally refused to let her come while she was in the car. She pouted at the thought but decided to play along. Debra sauntered towards the couch and looking innocently at him lifted her leg to straddle him. By now he was thoroughly aware that she hadn't bothered with undergarments and his eyes were drawn straight to her exposed sex peeping out from under her short skirt as she paused for a moment before lowering herself down onto his lap. She could already feel the beginning of his erection growing beneath her as she sat on his lap. This gave her ample ammunition to wriggle slightly, and press her hips a little harder into his groin. His hands rested on her hips and Debra felt a small premise of what was to come. It was time for her to take charge of the situation. She stood up being sure to pause again before turning and beginning to walk towards her bedroom. As she began her third or fourth step of hip swinging saunter she began to pull her top over her head. Her current occupation had a certain amount of benefits in that she was very aware how to use her body to its best advantage. She paused at the doorway leaning on her left hip and lifted the back of her skirt to gently scratch her behind before turning towards Chris with a look that said some thing along the lines of "oops I forgot you were here". He chuckled at her and decided to get himself up from the couch at that moment to join her. By the time he reached her bedroom door Debra had already formulated a plan to teach this new puppy a lesson for teasing her all day. On the way to the bedroom his shirt had been unbuttoned and his pants unzipped. As always he didn't bother with underwear and Debra could already see the tip of his erection through the open fly. He was far too eager to please. She was spread on the bed, propped up on her elbows with her knees bent back under her. She was still wearing the skirt but it was hitched up around her waist a little further. So many guys had told her how much they loved to fuck a girl in a short skirt from behind that she couldn't count them all anymore. But despite Chris thinking that this was what he was going to be getting Debra had other ideas. He stood at the end of the bed admiring the view. She sat up and began to lick at his already erect nipples and his hands found their way straight to her breasts. They kneaded a little harder in sync with her tongue and he pinched her own nipples a little whenever she nibbled on his. She used her free hands to remove his shirt, meaning he had to remove his hands for a second or so and she used this to press her breasts hard onto his exposed chest. If he hadn't been aware of them before Chris was thoroughly conscious of them now. He had also managed to shimmy out of his pants and his skin was warm with anticipation as he pushed her down onto the bed. Debra chose this moment to act and instead of allowing him to pin her under his weight she slipped to the side and quickly climbed on top of him. She sat as she had on the couch pressing her naked self into his already engorged erection. She leant up towards him and began to kiss him. While he was occupied with probing every inch of her mouth Debra reached up and clipped his right wrist into the handcuff waiting on the bedpost. He was so engrossed that he didn't even feel her doing it and it wasn't until she finished doing the same with his left and broke the kiss off that he suddenly found himself rather tied up. She smiled to herself, satisfied that her idea had worked. She just hoped he didn't know some "Cop trick" for getting out of handcuffs. "You have been a bad, bad boy Chris. Teasing me all day. Now its my turn." she smiled smugly from atop him and wriggled her hips back and forth slowly, stroking him a little with her body. "Honey you don't think walking around all day in a skirt like that with no underwear isn't teasing me??" He sounded disbelieving but the small grin at the corner of his mouth gave away his interest in whatever she might have in store. "Well I thought we'd start off with a little taste of what you were doing to me earlier, only I thought we might kick it up a notch." She eased herself down so that her face was almost touching his. He closed his eyes in anticipation of kissing her but instead she sunk her body down and began to slide down his body. She paused for a moment to lick at his nipples again and then proceeded to lick down his abs towards his groin. He raised his hips a little, as if trying to present her with the target. However she had no intention of giving him such an easy ride. She bypassed his growing erection and stared kissing the inside of his thigh. As she reached his balls she started to lap gently at them, as a cat does to milk. Darting her tongue quickly in and out. She started slowly at the back of his sack, and nibbled gently on the lose skin as he grunted at the disappointment that he wasn't to have immediate satisfaction from her. She licked him again closing in further to his erection while at the same time being very careful not to touch his shaft. Then just as her tongue was about to reach the base of his cock she diverted it and started kissing again on his other thigh. He moaned a little at this treatment that Debra knew would become a torment before long. She started to massage his balls with her hand, gently squeezing at them while using her index finger to put pressure on the skin underneath. Having gay friends came in useful sometimes because they knew some truly unique things about how to please a man. She finally gave him some respite and licked at the head slowly as if savoring the salty precum that had already formed there. He raised his hips against her again, trying to slip himself over her tongue and into her mouth. She obliged him a little and sucked at the head making sure that plenty of her saliva dripped down his shaft. When she felt it was slippery enough she grasped the base with her free hand and began to take him into her mouth. She continued to lap at his head as she lowered herself about half way down him before pausing and withdrawing. She continued to tease him this way, starting down but not finishing and increased the pace of her strokes. As she quickened he pushed and bucked more at her and she could hear him begging at her under his breath. Then she paused leaving just his head inside her lips before starting down again and taking him all in. He moaned in satisfaction as she repeated the process a couple of times slowly and began to pick up the pace again. She sucked at him until she could feel he was about to burst and then she stopped. Debra sat back with a satisfied look on her face and would have liked to take a picture of his as she stood up to leave. The sheer disbelief coupled with the pain of his arrested orgasm made him seem to have lost all desire but that to come. Debra blew him a kiss as she stepped out the doorway. She enjoyed the power game that game from teasing a helpless man and she could feel her vaginal lips slick with her own juices squelch a little as she walked. When she returned he whined a little at her and looked pleadingly as she stood taking him in with her eyes. "Now Chris. I remember you said something earlier about enjoying the idea of girls together. So I have a confession to make to you. I haven't been totally honest. I have a girlfriend." She let that one sink in through his orgasm driven mind before continuing. 'She's on her way over and I don't think it right for you to be all tired out by the time she gets here so I'm giving you a couple of minutes rest. I'd like you to think about that until I get back." Debra however did not see any reason to deprive herself and while she waited on the couch she slipped her fingers under her skirt and started to ease the sexual force that had been building in her all day. Calling Hélène had been an on the spot idea. She wasn't her girlfriend per say but a very willing friend who loved the idea of a tied up guy being forced to watch two girls go at it before having a go at him. Debra had almost reached orgasm when she heard a melodic voice behind her. "I thought you said this was a guy thing, not a self pleasure I want my cunt to be licked by a pro 'cos I'm lonely thing." Hélène was a classic beauty. She had rippling golden hair with ample breasts and a very well rounded ass. The slinky silver dress she was wearing hid little as well as showing that Debra wasn't the only one in the room who needed some release. She had obviously enjoyed catching her friend in the act so to speak. Debra got up a little shakily and the two embraced and kissed each other on the cheek, before Debra led her new partner to the bedroom. Chris had obviously been contemplating Debra's last words only moments before and though still shackled to the bed his cock was free from such restraint and stood proudly out. His head whipped round to the doorway as the two of them stood there taking him in. "My My." Exclaimed Hélène . "You meant it when you said this one was worth the trip. Very nice. Well baby, I suggest we let this one get a good eyeful before we let him go." At that she pulled Debra towards her and began to kiss her. The kiss started out as a little light lip touching but quickly moved to a full on massage. Helen was much more confident and her tongue movement varied itself, sometime slow and other times quick and darting. Debra used her free hands to reach under Hélène 's dress and cup her ass with her hands. The two stood there together for several minutes pressing against each other and kissing before stealing a glance at Chris on the bed. He could barely contain himself and the grin on his face was bigger even that the one he had shown Debra yesterday when he invited Johnny to join in. Hélène tsk tsk'd at him and without waiting for Debra to remove her hands pulled her dress over her head exposing the remainder of her body underneath. She was wearing a strapless bra and matching thong in black lace and baby pink silk. Debra immediately felt rather female for wondering where she had bought it rather than what was behind them. Debra wasted no time in pulling the bra down with her teeth and suckling on Hélène 's ample breast. She pinched the nipple lightly between her teeth and Hélène gave out a gasp. Hélène moaned a little as she pushed Debra's head harder into herself. Debra raised her head and received another lingering kiss from Hélène. The two smiled at each other before checking Chris again. He was whimpering a little now and the head of his thoroughly erect cock seemed to have turned a rather deep shade of purple. Both the girls decided this couldn't be healthy but he was so adept at controlling himself he was refusing to let himself go. Hélène led Debra to the bed and lay down so that her head was at Chris' feet giving him a great view of her shaved self. She pulled Debra down to her and motioned for her to get on top in a sixty-nine style which she willingly did. She came almost immediately as Hélène's tongue touched her clit, flooding her face with the orgasm that had been building up for hours. As the feeling subsided she started work on Hélène. Slowly she tasted the outside of her, feeling the little bumps on her skin and nibbling lightly on her outer labia. Debra made sure to keep good eye contact with Chris so he knew exactly how much she was enjoying herself like this. The Story of Debra Ch. 06 She felt Hélène begin to come and redoubled her efforts sucking at her engorged clit. Chris was totally engrossed in what he was seeing, and Debra was impressed that he hadn't exploded at least twice already. He must have been going mad that he couldn't either touch himself or the two nymphettes performing in front of him. Debra leaned over and fished in her draw amongst the various items inside. Her hand closed over the same toy she had been playing with the night before. Chris' eyes almost popped when he saw Debra teasing Hélène with it. Hélène herself gasped as she felt the head of the large blue dildo slide inside her. She let out a deep throated moan as Debra continued to shallowly fuck her with it. Then as she decided to give Hélène some relief she felt the rush of Hélène's own juices wash over it as she buried it inside Hélène to the hilt. The girl was a lot more accommodating than Debra, seeing as she could barely fit it inside herself. Debra licked at the end of it teasing the red pulsating flesh around with equal zeal to that Hélène was showing her own sex. Debra finally decided that she had had enough and that it was time to give Chris a little relief. She slid off of Hélène and gave her wet lips a kiss before helping her up. Her thighs were wet with Debra's efforts and a small trickle of the liquid made its way down her leg. Debra decided she wanted Hélène to go first and motioned for her to do so. She watched as Hélène straddled Chris in reverse, watching his face through her legs as she gently lowered herself onto him. She paused just touching his head to her wet lips, savoring the feeling and letting him feel her before he got the full package. Chris whined again and tried to move his arms to grab her, no doubt to ram himself fully into her waiting cunt as he was desperate to do. She eased herself a little further down and as she finally sat herself squarely on his lap Chris let out a deep sigh. As she began to move herself up and down on his shaft she made sure that she thrust a little further backwards each time, giving him a good view of her open ass and his own cock stretching her open as she came up before thrusting down on him again. Debra stood there feeling her breasts and enjoying the scene as Hélène brought him several times to the brink of climax and stopping. Savoring the feeling and driving Chris insane with his need. Finally with her own climax she released him from his torment and he bellowed loudly as he came, spewing his hot cum deep inside her pulsating vagina. Hélène turned towards Debra and winked at her. The two shared a knowing smile and Debra reached over and kissed her again. She sat beside Chris on the bed and as he began to regain his breath she realized that he had worked very hard to last that long. "Deb I think I love you." He breathed breathlessly. "That was amazing but I wish it was you fucking me like that." The guy had his usual boyish grin back spreading across his flushed face. Debra uncuffed him and pecked him on the nose before following Hélène into the kitchen. Hélène was sitting on one of the bar stools sipping some water. The two naked women grinned at each other. Chris had not yet come out of the bedroom, no doubt recovering and making sure he could still walk before venturing out. They stood there in silence, both basking in a post coital glow. "Well ladies, that was very nice. How does round two sound?" The boyish grin remained as he languished in the doorway. His cocky attitude had also returned and he seemed none the worse for wear as he stood there. In fact it seemed that Hélène's little relief effort had done little to sate the appetite the two girls had built up. They rolled their eyes at each other, and smiled at Chris. Maybe round two could be worked out before the night was over.