2 comments/ 23420 views/ 5 favorites Fact And Fantasy Ch. 02 By: SylviaG There is just one chapter to this next bit. As before there is fact in this as well as fantasy. Although this chapter is linked to the first, it isn't necessary to read the first two parts. Each chapter is about different men I know. Once again I've changed the names of those involved, but not a certain location. Sylvia. ................................. It was the middle of the afternoon when Harry turned up. We stood staring at each other. Harry had a smug grin on his face, which told me he knew something had gone on between Sam and me. "I think we need a chat, just you and me. Are you alone?" I nodded. My son was with his father for the weekend. I moved aside and let him in. "A coffee would be nice. I suppose you know why I'm here, don't you Sylvia?" "No, of course I don't." I couldn't believe Sam had told him, or why he would tell him anything about us. Perhaps Laura had told Jan, but there was no sign of Jan knowing at work. I stood at the sink filling the kettle. Harry pulled one of the chairs out from under the kitchen table and sat in it. He gave a long a sigh, which told me he was going to enjoy whatever was going to happen. That worried me; with my eyes closed I waited for whatever was coming. "No sugar for me, I'm sweet enough, as you'll find out." I could hear the sick little threat in his voice. I didn't need to see his face to know he had a wicked glint in his eye. I shuddered inwardly. Willing the kettle not to boil so I wouldn't have to turn and face him was just silly, but it was how I felt. "Thank you for looking after Sam, but you needn't have gone to such, lengths." I turned and that smug grin I suspected was there was. I just never figured it to be so bloody arrogant. "I think you should leave. I don't have a clue what you are on about." Harry just sat there. He didn't need to tell me he wasn't going to leave. In fact he seemed happy to just sit there and listen for what came next like some sort of psychiatrist. Not that I've been to one, but I've seen enough of them on telly to know they just sit and wait. "What," my throat caught and I had to start again, "What has Sam, told you?" He let out a long groan, which sounded, once again, like he was going to relish what he was going to say. "Sam didn't say anything. Sam left his computer on. He's been writing about you, did you know that Sylvia?" I saw a chink of light, not massive but it was there. "No I didn't, how the hell should I know what he's been writing? I took a deep breath when Harry didn't respond, "What, exactly has he been writing?" "Don't sound so hopeful Sylvia you're in the shit, right up to your, tits." His eyes dropped to my breasts with the last word. "You're disgusting, nothing happened. I mean, whatever Sam has written is a lie. Now please leave my home, or I'll call the ....." "......the police Sylvia, don't you worry about that, I'm already here." "Look, Harry, it was just a little teasing, that was all it was, I swear." "I know all about the teasing you do Sylvia, hell half the men in town have stared at those legs and tits, and you love it, don't you? You have teased me and Sam, and you didn't even care if Jan was around. In fact I think that thrills you too." I gulped, and fought hard to remain calm. "Oh I've read it all.....yes you might well take a deep breath. He gave you 9 out of 10, the first time, and the second, and third time too." "Harry, how do you know he's not making it all up? It's just his fantasy about me, a stupid fantasy, that's all." "Tut-tut Sylvia are you really going to keep on denying it? If so, I had better tell Jan what I've found? That's right she doesn't know.......yet." I figured that to be the truth. Jan would have come round and not Harry. Jan wouldn't ask questions. Jan would just beat the hell out of me. "In my job I can spot a liar pretty much straightaway, some maybe not so quick. But the judge is already putting on his black cap in your case. Now why don't you sit down, I'll make the coffee." I sort of dropped into the chair rather than sat in it. I put my hands on the table, and then moved them when I saw how much they were shaking. I sat there as he made the coffee, with flash backs of Sam, and me. Did he really write everything down? Has Harry read about how I sucked Sam's cock on the last night of his stay, and then encouraged him to fuck me from behind? I watched the cup appear in front of me. I didn't want coffee to drink, I wanted something which would erase my memory, and put things right. Harry sipped his coffee and let out a long sigh, which again echoed some deep-seated satisfaction, in what was to come. "Harry, whatever Sam has written about me, surely you will agree he's well, exaggerated the truth? And anyway I caught him fiddling with my underwear." "Oh, and what did you say to him?" "Well, nothing, I mean I didn't know what to say." "So, you encouraged him then?" "No, don't be so bloody silly." "So you said nothing. You didn't tell him off, you just let Sam, fiddle? Sylvia, you are a tease, you've teased Sam and you've teased me in the past. Still, I'm glad you made use of him to unblock your sink." Right now I was squirming in the chair. Harry sat there sipping his coffee, I'm sure it was just to let the memory run through my mind. "He saw right up your skirt Sylvia, and okay, you might have turned the tap on by accident, but did you have to straddle him and rub your pussy on his dick?" "Look, I didn't realise I was doing it, I mean I didn't do it on purpose." "And how long did you wait for him to come home with your vibrator in the bathroom?" "That was just a coincidence; I wasn't waiting for him to come home. He was tossing himself off when I went past his bedroom door too. He could have shut it, he wanted me to see." "And fucking your boss to get promotion, okay I'll admit he said you and your boss thought everyone had gone, but really Sylvia didn't your boss or you even think to lock the door, were you that desperate to get a cock up you?" Harry sat there basking in all of this. He calmly sipped his coffee, as I sat there feeling my stomach turning over and over. "Alright, we had sex, but it's not against the law, you're a policeman you know that. Harry I know you, look at me too, and okay I'll admit I get turned on teasing guys, but that doesn't make me some sort of criminal." "I don't think Jan would see it that way. Anyhow before you go into meltdown I'm not going to tell her, if you give me what I want." "Oh and what if I tell Jan you tried to blackmail me? I could tell her Sam made it all up, I could say it is just his fantasy, and anyway, you groped me in your car before anything happened with Sam, how do you think that will go down?" He sipped his coffee again. I was being as forceful as I could, but all through my little impassioned speech, he just sat there staring me in the eye the whole time. "Well, it seems we have to come to some sort of arrangement, so what do you suggest?" "Why should I suggest anything, when you damn well know what you want?" He smiled and nodded, "Just once Sylvia, just once, you and me, and order will be restored, and Jan need never know you dragged her son to bed." "I didn't drag him to bed." "Maybe not, but I'm sure when she reads about the teasing, and with your reputation, well, who do you think she'll believe?" "Harry, can't you see doing this won't make it right? I'm willing to forget we had this conversation." "Oh are you now?" "Yes, anyway what if I told Jan you forced me to have sex with you, what then?" He took another sip of his coffee, and then put the cup down. He took a deep breath, and shook his head, like he was dismissing what I had said. "You wouldn't say anything, because you wouldn't want to lose your job. You wouldn't want everyone to find out about you and Sam, and then there is Greg, Jill's husband. Was that going on before your divorce or after? I really can't remember, oh no wait, I remember now, both wasn't it? Greg couldn't keep his mouth shut about you. He just spilled it all out one night after a few beers, quite a few actually." He stood up and held the back of my chair. For a few moments I couldn't move, gradually I stood up and we faced each other. I turned to get away from him, but before I had taken more than three steps he had spun me round and had pushed me back to the wall. His body pressed against me and he held on tight. It took him several attempts to get his mouth on mine, but when he did it stuck fast. His tongue sprang out, and the shock of it filling my mouth in an instant had me squealing, and trying to push him off. His hands were all over me, grabbing breasts, ass, or rubbing my pussy hard through my skirt. "I like a girl with spirit," he groaned. Spirit, what the hell does that mean?! It was clear I was never going to win the struggle, but it didn't stop me trying. Feeling his hand lifting my skirt renewed my resistance, but when my pussy felt his finger pinching and pulling at her, she told me to give up. "Wait, if we must do this, let's do it without all the frantic groping," I snapped. He pulled off and looked at me, but his hand was still rubbing my pussy. "I'm going to go up to bed and you come up, put a condom on, and then you can fuck me, and we'll call it quits. This doesn't happen ever again." "I doubt that it will, we are moving to Scotland next week." He slowly moved back and I walked out of the kitchen and went up the stairs. I was still dressed when he came up, although I had removed my panties. I was laid on the bed, and waiting with as much enthusiasm as someone waiting for their name to be called by the dentist. I smoothed my skirt down, probably doing this was silly, but I was just going to make this as emotionless as possible. He came in the room and looked down on me. "Well, get on with it," I mumbled, staring up at the ceiling. I closed my eyes as I felt him pushing my skirt up. I had to lift my ass off the bed so he could get it up past my hips. "There, is that what you want? Have you got a condom......what the hell?!" His face was buried between my spread thighs, his tongue licked and his lips sucked at my pussy. We were back to square one. I was struggling, and he was holding me down, as this time the lips he kissed were the ones between my legs! I tried to reason with him, but Harry had his face deep between my thighs. He just kept licking, slurping, and grunting. My struggling was becoming less and less, and then the unthinkable happened. The bastard was flicking over my clit, and she was telling my head, "Sweetie, this is good." I fought with myself, but the more he danced over my clit with his tongue, the more I got turned on. I didn't want him to notice, but gradually it became obvious. I've had older lovers before, nice guys I'm talking about, and they really did wonderful things to me. But Harry shocked me, because while I still didn't want this, he was finding all the right spots, and I hated him even more for it. Hearing his lips and tongue smacking on my wet pussy was putting me off him even more, if that was possible. I could hear him gulping down my juice at one stage, and although I didn't want to look at him, well unfortunately, I did. All I could see was his red forehead between my legs. His hair, what there was of it, was matted to his head. I tried to hide my quivering thighs from Harry, and as his tongue flicked quickly over my clit, my pussy exploded all over Harry's face. I know I must have shocked him, because he pulled away. He grabbed his shirt and wiped his face, "My dear Sylvia," he started. "Don't say another bloody word. It happened, please just forget about it," I spat back. He grinned at me and moved up the bed. I could feel his cock nuzzling at my entrance, and I just laid there like a blow up doll. I didn't want my orgasm at all, and when Harry made me come it was a shock to him I guess. I can't believe for one minute he expected it to happen, maybe he didn't intend for it to happen, I certainly didn't. "Hey, did you put a condom on?" I asked as he pushed in me. "Nope, and I'm not going to. You can kick and scream all you want, but wild horses wouldn't drag me out of your shaved pussy now." His mouth was on me before I could protest any further. At least he didn't have much between his legs, even so this was one cock I never wanted in me. I've had others who I wished I hadn't, but at least it wasn't a big thing ramming in me; well, not as big as his son. Deep down I knew I had to let this happen, so there I was pinned to the bed, taking Harry's cock. I felt him shudder and spasm, and wished that he had pulled out, but he didn't, he just ground his hips against mine for a few moments When he did eventually withdraw after a few minutes, the flood of sperm never happened. I did wonder if he had come in me at all. But gradually a little white dribble oozed out, and I mean little. It was just like someone spitting in their hand, it really was that small. You see, this is how things are in the real world, and believe me I didn't want oceans of the stuff sliding out everywhere anyway. I guess Harry would tell the ultimate fishing fib. You know the one that got away, if his cock and cum was anything to go by. I'm not saying I'm disappointed, because believe me I hated him fucking me. I couldn't wait to get under the shower and wash everywhere he had touched. It was 5 o'clock when Harry moved towards the front door and opened it. He stood to one side waiting for me to walk through it. I did and waited by the side of his car. He opened the door and I slid in. "Now you get comfy, before you know it the next few hours will pass and we'll soon be home again." "Harry please, let's go back in and go to bed....please don't make me do this, please." "Sylvia, you are a teasing tart, and tonight you are going to perform like one, for me. Just do this one small thing for me, and it'll be over, I promise you." We drove up the motorway. I wore what Harry had picked from my wardrobe, which was a red dress that buttoned down the front, black hold up stockings, and my sexy black opened toe high heels. He wouldn't let me wear panties or a bra, and I did protest, but he reminded me it was the way he wanted me to dress, and that was all that mattered. When we got out of town, I opened my dress right up. Harry wanted me to take it off completely and throw it on the back seat, but even he thought it was a little too risky. We found three lorry drivers to flash at, he pulled up along side them in the middle lane, and there I was with my legs wide open, playing with my nipples and pussy! Harry had made it plain what would happen if I didn't do the things he wanted me to, so reluctantly, I teased my nipples and fingered my pussy, so the lorry drivers could see. The first guy was quite old, and he smiled at me after he got over the shock. The second guy had his window down and shouted at us to pull over in the next services, we didn't thank god. The third guy flashed his lights and blew his horn after we passed him, and Harry said he could see the guy grinning in Harry's rear view mirror. This third guy was between 25 and 30, and I must admit if he had chatted me up in a pub, I wouldn't have minded. We passed a service station and I was quite glad. I had visions of the drivers turning up there after a few minutes, and taking me over a table. I've never done flashing to lorry drivers before, and as I sat next to Harry fantasy after fantasy crowded my mind. Even with Harry sat next to me I imagined being taken by drivers up and down the motorway, and paying them with sex for the journey. "You can stop touching your pussy now Sylvia." I glared at the grinning face watching the road, but I didn't say anything. So that was it, or so I thought. Harry drove on, and to be honest I didn't have much of clue where we were after the motorway. I noticed him staring a little harder at the road signs. "Look, let's just go back the way we came, you've had your fun, and I've flashed my tits and pussy off for you, performed for you like you said. Now can we please go home?" "Oh Sylvia, we still haven't done what we set out to do." "But, you said we were going for a drive, and I was going to tease some guys, and perform, and I've done that." "Yes, but it wasn't quite what I meant. You've teased some men, and now it is time for you to perform. Ah, I think we are nearly there. I saw a sign for Basingstoke on the A30, and then we turned off. "Harry, this isn't funny, where are we going? Please take me home." "Well we could, but I think I would have to tell my wife all about you and Sam, and you don't want that, do you?" "No," I mumbled, "Harry it is dark, why are we stopping in the middle of fucking nowhere?!" "Relax Sylvia you are going to perform for me, right here." He stopped the car and switched off the engine. He leant across me and pushed the door open. I went to cover myself with my dress, but Harry stopped me. "Sylvia, this is a famous spot in these parts." "Famous for what exactly?" He chuckled, "Dogging Sylvia, you are going dogging, right here, and right now." "This is going too far. You can't expect me to do things with total strangers. I won't do it, and that's my final word, now take me home." "Look, I know you've done this before with what's his name? I know you got caught you have a file you know? How humiliating was that Sylvia?" "That's rubbish and you know it, Gerry and I just sort of got lost. We stopped to ask directions, and......oh shit, so what. There wasn't any evidence." "No? What about that photo on the sex sites. The one with you stretched out on your back on a bench? Okay I know your face isn't showing, but I know it is you." "That's just stupid. If the face isn't showing it could be anyone." "Yes it could be, but the guy who took it told me it was you." I was cursing Gerry in my head. I knew Gerry and Harry knew each other, and I could just imagine Gerry boasting about what he and I did that night. Harry pulled me out of the car, and my dress seemed to just stay in the seat, like some invisible person had held on to it. So there I was in just stockings and high heels, with Harry holding my arm. A twig snapped and I jumped, as first one man, then a second, and then a third appeared. "We can go home now Sylvia, but if we do I'll be spending a couple of minutes telling Jan what I found on Sam's computer." I just stood there thinking, playing the slut for these men I don't know, was probably better than Jan and my family knowing what I had done. I knew Jan would tell my mum, they went to bloody bingo together. Harry beckoned the men over as I stood rooted to the spot. I saw movement behind the three men, and then a fourth and fifth came out of the shadows into the moonlight. I know I took a step back, but Harry was behind me, and he held me firm. His hands came up and cupped my breasts, lifting and squeezing them. I was fixed to the spot now, unable to even speak. The 5 guys were close and three of them had hoods on, pulled down so I couldn't see their faces. The other two men wore woolly hats, pulled down almost covering their eyes too. "Well guys what do you reckon, Sylvia is a little shy, but she can't get enough cock. Help yourselves." Not exactly the introduction I was expecting, but then again I didn't know what to expect. Some of the hoods came off, and at least I could see real faces, not that I was interested in a friendly chat, in fact I wasn't really interested in sex with them either. Already bulges were being tugged in jogging trousers, and as Harry's hands left my tits. I watched as he produced a pack of condoms and offered them round to the guys who didn't have any. Fact And Fantasy Ch. 02 A face went down to my left breast and lips started kissing my nipples. Another guy moved in and took my hand and put it on his cock. His other hand moved between my legs and he started fingering my pussy, while he jerked my hand over his cock. Hands seemed to reach out and grab bits of me, and I felt like a victim in a zombie film, as the undead weighed up the bits they wanted first! One of the guys was on his knees at my feet, he said, "My turn mate." Fingers left my pussy and they were soon replaced by lips and a tongue. Having all these men pawing, and exploring tits, pussy, and my bum, was unthinkable 10 minutes ago in the car. "Will you suck me?" "Of course she will, she's just a little shy, but believe me she's good," Harry replied before I could even form an answer in my head. "It's her first time here, isn't it?" the guy slurping on my pussy said, and then went back to peeling my lips apart and sticking his tongue in me. "Don't worry sexy, you are doing fine," another guy added. I think Harry pushed me to my knees at that point. Two cocks covered in rubber were just a few inches from my face, and excited fingers rolled a condom on a large cock. The cock in the middle pushed past my lips, and I started sucking. Both my hands had been moved to two other hard dicks, and I just started jerking them. The guy was still licking my pussy, but he was lead on the ground on his back. His tongue worked on me, while some other man was stood behind me, flicking his fingers over my nipples. "God, these are sexy and hard, and so nice and big, you should be proud of them love," the tit guy whispered in my ear. The guy I was sucking was very hard. He pulled out and two dicks moved towards my vacant mouth. They both stopped, I think realising they both intend my mouth was going next on their cocks. It was almost embarrassing for them I guess, but one gave way to the other, and my mouth seemed to be a lot fuller than with the previous cock. The guy licking my pussy had stopped, and he shuffled about, I guess it was uncomfortable down there. I lifted my ass while still sucking on cock number two and playing with cock three and four, so he could get out. "Alright love?" he asked from down below and still on his back. I groaned on the cock I was sucking, and that was when the guy underneath me shoved his hips up, and pushed his cock in me! His arms pulled the tops of my thighs down, until I started bouncing on his hard dick. Eventually the cock fell from my mouth. I gasped and panted, as another dick, the third guy's dick was pushed in my mouth. I heard panting and straining from the man beneath me as he fucked me, and it wasn't long before he was still. I seemed to get pulled on to my back, and I had one guy sucking my nipple as a cock entered my pussy. He was bigger than the first guy who fucked me, and I just lay there feeling my body jerking quickly every time he thrust in me. Five cocks came in me in less than 20 minutes, and at the end Harry had to pick me up off the car rug he had thrown down. The men had gone as quickly as they had appeared. I was speechless as Harry got me in my dress, and then into the car. "That's a good girl, wasn't that fun?" I just gave him a glare like he was insane, but I had come twice without him knowing. He chuckled and patted my thigh. I jerked my leg away from him, but he still chuckled. We drove home in silence, and when we got home I headed straight for the bath. As I lay soaking, the night's events came back into my head, the lorry drivers, and then the guys who had fucked me. Five cocks in my mouth, five cocks in my pussy, and I didn't even know the guy's names! The following week there was a knock on the door. Sam stood there with a bunch of flowers, after all that had gone on I should have turned him and the flowers away. "Mum and dad have gone to say goodbye to granny. They are staying the night there, I thought, well, Dad sent you these flowers round." I pulled an envelop out of the flowers, opened it and read the words inside. "He said the flowers are to thank you for looking after me, that's what he said he wrote in the card." I looked at the note Harry had scribbled inside. It read, "We are picking Sam up from the house at 10 in the morning. Make sure he's there by then." "So, where are you staying, tonight?" Sam shuffled his feet and smiled a little, "I told mum and dad I was going to stay with a friend, but I'm not really. I've got to be at home by 10, dad said." "Oh, I have got a bed here you can sleep in, if you wish? You'll have to share it though, but I warn you hands do wander, and you might not get much sleep." "That's fine, I'm not really tired." I closed the door and we smiled at each other. Fact And Fantasy Ch. 03 The following chapter is all fact. I have changed the guy's name to Justin. There were five of us on a girl's night, we had a good night, and several guys took an interest in us, one who was quite drunk just seemed to stare. I could tell what he was thinking, and when I went to the bar, he walked past me and brushed against me, creepy, but it isn't the first time that has happened to me. It could have been an accident, but I think not. It wasn't until we went onto the third pub that a guy asked me if I wanted a drink. Right away I was attracted to him. He seemed a little shy, which I found difficult to understand, because he was, in my friend's Jenny's view, and mine, cute and sexy. He soon had 5 empty glasses being waved at him, and a lot of giggling ringing in his ears. I went with him to the bar. "You don't have to buy everyone a drink you know?" "That's okay, but I can't remember what everyone wants." I sorted out the drinks and took them back to the table, as Justin paid for the round. Thankfully the music was loud enough to drown out the comments my friends were throwing at us. While it was all teasing in fun, Justin didn't seem the type to be able to give as well as he got. We talked for a while and one thing lead to another, and he ended up walking me home, he held my hand, and then asked if I minded. I think I just grinned and shook my head. Justin is 27, he's about my height, 5'8" tall, with black short hair, and really lovely eyes, and he's slim too. As we walked home he told me a little about himself. He plays football, so he is fit, and he's divorced with two kids. I can't remember if it is two boys or a boy and a girl. When we got to my house, he asked, "Can I see you again?" He really was that polite. I asked, "Do you want a drink?" He looked quite surprised, but happy. I honestly think he expected me to turn him away. We sat on the couch together with a glass of vodka and coke each, and chatted. He said something like not being able to take his eyes off me. I knew when he talked to me his eyes kept dropping to my cleavage. I giggled and told him I had noticed. He asked if he could kiss me, (like I said he was polite.) I didn't answer him. I just leant towards him and kissed him. The kiss grew and grew, and after a while his head went down and he started kissing me between my breasts. He was soft and gentle, and he spent ages just kissing all over them, he tried to stop at one stage, and I asked him to carry on. I still had my dress on at this stage, so you can imagine what was on show. Then he started stroking my thigh. I stood up, pulled my tights and panties down, lifted my dress, and then asked him to kiss me between my legs. His eyes were quite glazed and he sat forward and started kissing my pussy. Obviously I was already really turned on, and very wet, and I couldn't take the kissing for long, so I dragged him on the floor. I'm not usually that forward with a guy, but Justin need a little encouragement. He just pushed his trousers and pants down, and I slipped my tights and panties right off. I didn't really see his cock, but as he lay on top of me I took hold of it and put it in me. He felt a nice size, not really big, but nice. Needless to say he slipped in very easily, and then he started fucking me. We kissed to start with, until he was moving so much, our lips couldn't stay together. While he was fucking me quite hard and fast, I still think he was holding back, which was quite nice. He lasted about 10 minutes I think, and by this time I had my legs bent at the knees, and up off the floor. I kept telling him to keep going, and not to stop. In the end he said he couldn't hold on, he really was quite apologetic. I told him to come; I said it a few times. I said, "Come on then give it to me, give it to me." I was really worked up and so was he, he grunted and strained, and then came and lay in me panting. I just cuddled him and kissed him for a few moments. Finally he got out and went to the loo, and then came back. We kissed and he left me his number. Although I didn't come, I did enjoy it, and the day after I sent him a text. He told me he was going away to Oxford to work, and coming back next Friday, he's an electrician. Meeting Justin when I did threw up a dilemma. I had bumped into (on purpose,) a guy I used to date, Gerry. Gerry was a right bastard, but he understood me sexually, and sex with him was always exciting, and unpredictable. I'll tell you more about Gerry in a later chapter, but he understood my H kink more than any other guy who I tried to explain it to. Justin sent me a couple of text messages through the week, and he phoned me once, he didn't have much credit, but he said he still wanted to see me when he got back, if I wanted to see him again. I told him I did, and I felt quite excited about it. When he came round he had bought me a big box of chocolates for Easter. We sat and talked for a while, but he was off to see his kids so he couldn't stay long. He asked me out again the following weekend, and I said yes. I don't know why, but chatting with him sort of dried up a little. He didn't really have much to say. Anyway he left after about an hour, and I got the feeling that while I liked him, I think we didn't really click like we did when we first met. Maybe he was a little embarrassed or something, but I sort of got the impression we wouldn't last long. The following weekend we had a good time when we went out. We sat in a pub and chatted. I got the impression that Justin needs a drink or two before he can let himself relax. He did make me laugh though, and we talked about our marriage break ups, although I did hold back with a few important details, like my cheating on my ex husband. One of Justin's mates came in the pub, his name was Will, and he's was a little odd, just by the way he stared really intensely when he talked to me. It was like he was assessing every word I was saying. Justin walked me home just before 11 and said he wouldn't come in this time, as he had to be up early. We had a little cosy little kiss under my umbrella, all slow and sexy, and I did rub him through his jeans. In the end he said he'd come in for a few minutes, and the petting soon got really heavy. He kept saying he had to go, and it sort of turned into a joke. I kept replying, go on then, and giggled. I got his jeans and pants down, and I started kissing his cock. I think he may have had to ask for this in the past, judging by the look on his face, and the way he gasped. So I sucked him. I did it slowly, with a long deep bobbing action. He got so worked up it didn't take him long to start groaning. He said, "You had better stop before I come." I asked, "Do you want me to stop?" I didn't give him time to say anything. I just sucked and jerked his cock. I've got this thing which I do when a guy starts to come in my mouth. I groan softly, encouraging him I suppose. Justin came in my mouth, but not a lot and he kept panting and swearing under his breath. I stopped and smiled and at him, I still had hold of his cock, and I was just pumping it slowly. He said something about needing a tissue. I said, "No you don't." I put lips just over his cock head and sucked a little, and flicked my tongue over the end. His body jerked a little, and he was gasping and panting. He looked quite drained and tired, and he said he wanted to play with me, but would I mind if he didn't? He was really apologetic, and asked if he had let me down or something like that. I told him not to worry, and next time we'd go to bed properly. I didn't really mind that I hadn't come, and it was very late. I'm not very good in the mornings if I'm late to bed the night before. He promised to take me out to dinner the next weekend. He told me he was working away all next week and coming home Friday again. I had a text from Justin the day after saying, he enjoyed last night, and he was sorry he was so tired. I sent him a cheeky one back saying, I'd forgive him if he kept his promise about dinner. It's not very often I get annoyed with a guy, but when one of Justin's friends sent me a text saying Justin couldn't make it, an hour before we were due to meet up, I was cursing quite a bit to myself. For a start, why couldn't he text me, or phone me, I wouldn't have bitten his head off, and why the hell had he given my number to one of his friend's who I didn't know? That really wound me up more than missing out on a date with Justin. The above happened around Easter time this year. The next part below happened on the 21st of August. I had just come back from a camping trip to a place near Cheddar Gorge. I went with my son, and mum and dad. I'd been back a day and catching up on the usual, housework, and emailing a few guys. My son has gone off again this time with my sister and her tribe, so I had a few days to relax and do some writing, before I had to go back to work. I went shopping and that was when I bumped into Justin, coming out of Waitrose. We just looked at each other for a while, and he came over to where I was loading the shopping into my car. He asked how I was, and then started saying sorry for standing me up. I told him I wasn't bothered, which deep down I was at the time, but I had long since gotten over it. He started telling me he and his ex wife had tried again, and the night he was supposed to meet me he was in his words, "thrashing things out with her." I could have mentioned the bit about why he had to get his mate to send me a text, but I didn't, I asked, "So you are back together again then?" "Well no, we tried, but it didn't work out," he replied. He started trying to explain things, and he seemed a little down. I'm a bit of a sucker for guys in his state. I once dated a guy who had split up with his wife, and I spent all night listening to what went wrong in their marriage. I could have take half an hour or so, but all night was even too much for me to tolerate. So I told Justin if he wanted, he could come round to my house in the afternoon. There was no intention on my part to go any further than listening. I even told him I was going to my friend's house so he couldn't stay longer than an hour or so, but I soon ended up as I think a comfort fuck, (I'm still trying to work that one out!) When he came round I made us a cup of tea, he did ask for something stronger, but I said no. We talked for an hour I guess, but he seemed a lot brighter than when I had met him in the car park. We laughed and the mood was good. He got up to leave and I walked him to the door. He went to kiss me goodbye, and the peck on my lips turned into a lot more. He had his hands on my waist, and I sort of melted against him. Kissing really turns me on like most people I guess, and I could feel myself just letting go and enjoying it. I pressed myself against him, and I could feel his cock was stiff. My hand went between us, and I started rubbing him through his jeans. Nothing was said between us, I just took his hand and we went upstairs. My loose skirt got pushed to the bedroom floor, and then my top quickly followed. It wasn't that I was desperate or anything, the skirt had an elastic waistband, and my top was just a tee shirt, so it didn't take long to slip them off. I moved against him in just my bra and panties and kissed him again, pressing my body against his. I love being semi naked or naked when a guy is still dressed. I think this is down to my submissive side, and my H kink. He pulled his tee shirt off, and I moved back and started undoing his jeans. We started kissing again, as I fiddled with the buttons. Give me a zip anytime, rather than the button fly which a lot of guys have on their jeans. Eventually I gave up and let him do it as I took off my bra, my panties soon followed, and then I got on the bed. Justin was soon by my side, and the kissing and light groping started all over again. "Oh, this doesn't mean we are going back out together," I told him. He said it was fine. I guess he would have said anything because of the state of readiness he was in. On that note, I did think at the time, what would he have said if I had asked, "Perhaps you could move in with me?" The kissing and exploring continued, and he started on my tits like he had done the first time we met. He sucked and pulled on my nipples in turn, with his lips and teeth. I just relaxed back, and let him finger me a little at the same time. I've always loved guys playing with me, even if they are a little rough; Justin wasn't rough, despite being eager. I can remember hinting at him when we first saw each other around Easter that I like dominant men, before he went home. This usually gets two reactions; the first was Justin's reaction, more or less ignoring it, like it hadn't sunk in properly. The second reaction, which I've had a few times, starts off with the guy asking more questions, until eventually, only when I trust the guy, I end up being tied to the bed. I'm not into whips and chains as such, and my pain threshold isn't very high. Things like verbal abuse turns me on, and when a guy I know helps himself to a feel, it really gets me going, as long as if it is in public, it is discreet, but it hasn't always been like that, and I've done some things in the past, which makes me cringe every time I think about them. What I've just told you about my submissive side, is down to my humiliation kink, or my H kink, which I mention quite a lot, but as I said Justin didn't seem to take notice of my hints. I think he's a straight sex guy, although he did like kissing my tits. While there's nothing wrong in straight sex, I do like to experiment now and then. You will get in later chapters to know more of this, and my submissive side, but for now I've gone off track long enough. Justin moved back up to my lips and we kissed again. I was rubbing his cock slowly and gently. "Will you lick me?" I asked. He just went down between my legs. I closed my eyes and felt his fingers touching my pussy, and then a soft little kiss. His tongue came out, and he started licking my pussy. I just lay there savouring every feeling, and purring softly. I could have kept him there all day, but I got the impression he really would rather just fuck me. "Come on then, fuck me now," I whispered. He moved up the bed and once again, like the time around Easter, I had to feed his cock into me. His hips started thrusting straightaway, I looked up into his eyes but they were closed. If you read my fantasy about Sam, you might remember I mentioned how some guys don't really care what is underneath them. I might be wrong, but I felt because Justin kept his eyes closed, he could well have been thinking of someone else. And I did think, maybe he was imagining his ex wife, at the time. He didn't open his eyes until he came, which was quite quickly if I'm being honest. He pulled out and went to the loo, and came back in the bedroom and got dressed. By this time my own needs had dwindled to nothing. He pecked my forehead and said he had to go. I just lay in bed until I heard the front door shut. Like I've said in the past, some fucks I wish I had never bothered with, and this was one of them. What annoyed me more than anything was Justin's kissing had promised a lot more. He really was a good kisser, soft and gentle, but still passionate. He did text me the day after to say thanks, and since then I haven't heard from him, which I'm not bothered about. As I said the above is all fact, it might not have got you excited, and I did think about putting this in the non erotic category, but I guess there are guys out there grinning now and thinking, stupid slut, and good for Justin. That's okay, because in time my H kink will get me off on that too. Fact And Fantasy Ch. 04 This Chapter is about a guy I see most mornings on my way to work. You don't need to have read any of the other chapters to know what is going, because each chapter is about different guys. Some bits are fact and some are fantasy. The guys are real, but I've changed their names. Also the place where I work is a large department store in England. I've changed the name to York's. Sylvia ................................................. I leave my house around 8.40 to go to work. My uniform is a white blouse, tight navy skirt, just off my knee, or sometimes a little shorter; depending on how sexy I'm feeling. I wear tights or hold up stockings, usually tan colours, and navy shoes with a 3 inch heel. My breast are a C cup, I have long brunette hair, which I usually clip up for work. My legs always have attracted attention, and I do like showing them off, I always have, and I guess I always will. Mark drives a big white van, he's a self employed painter and decorator. I see him most mornings, parked a little further down the road from my house. He waits there in his van to pick up one of the guys who works for him. I walk past his van while he sits there. He smiles and nods hello most mornings now, after the real event happened a couple of years ago. I had been rushing around, and trying to get my son off to school, which isn't easy sometimes. I was thinking about my sister's upcoming birthday party, and a hundred and one other things. I slammed the door shut, and as soon as I did I knew I'd left my keys on the other side. I went through the usual silly bitch thoughts, and stood there for a few moments running through my options. To this day I don't know why I didn't phone my mum, and ask her to bring the spare key, or walk to school and get my son's. I could even have gone to York's and not worried about it until I had finished work for the day. I walked over to Mark who as usual was sat in his van. I asked him if he could help get me back in my house, using his ladders on the roof of his van. He got out and looked back at my house. I always leave the little window in my bedroom open, and I was hoping he could somehow reach through, open the big one, and then let himself in. "I'll give it a go," he said. I prattled on about never locking myself out before, as he sorted his ladders out. I wasn't thinking any sexual thoughts about him at that point, not like I had done in the past. Anyway he got himself in through my bedroom window after a few minutes, and let me in. I thanked him several times, like you do, and the next day I bought him a box of biscuits. So this is my fantasy about Mark. "Hello Mark, I've locked myself out, again." "Oh dear, not again, okay I'll get my ladder." I watched his ass as he climbed through the window. I could feel butterflies dancing around in my stomach. He took a little longer than he did the first time this happened, and I knew why. When he opened the door I could tell by the little sly grin on his face, he had noticed what I had purposely left so he could see it. I blushed and smiled a little. "You're not working today are you?" he asked, as his grinning eyes wandered to my legs. My pink knee length coat was done up, but he could see my black fishnet stockings and black high heels, which he must have figured, went with my black PVC maid's outfit, which I had deliberately left hanging on my bedroom door. "Well, no, but I was just nipping down the corner shop, I'm out of milk. My boyfriend was coming round, but he cancelled just before I came to get you." "I liked the little dress hanging on your bedroom door." "Oh," I squirmed, "I forgot it was there." "I tell you what, I'll go and get some milk, and you can make me a coffee. I'll phone the guy on my next job and tell him I'm going to be late." I licked my lips and felt the butterflies thrashing the hell out of my stomach. "Okay, I'd like that." "Oh, and maybe you could put that dress on?" "Is that could, or should?" I asked feeling my face reddening even more. "Should, and I think you should start cleaning up.....have you got that?" I nodded, feeling my hands tremble at the way he almost spat the words out. He went off to get the milk as I raced up the stairs, as fast as my 5 inch heels would let me. Shaking fingers fumbled awkwardly with the buttons on my coat and, I took my maid's dress off the hanger and put it on. When he came back he found me bent on the stairs with a dustpan and brush. The front door shut behind me, and I waited nervously hoping he would like the view. My very short dress wouldn't hide my stocking tops, it wouldn't hide my creamy white thighs with the two black suspender straps, and it wouldn't hide my little lacy white panties, which never had a chance of keeping the globes of my backside from his grey eyes. "Stay like that," he commanded. "Yes Sir," I squeaked submissively. I waited for a hand or something better to make contact with me. I jumped and squealed, as he ran the cold plastic milk container slowly over one ass cheek, and then the other. He dragged it down a little and in between my thighs. I felt the plastic cap run along the crotch of my panties, leaving little cold trails along my hot wet pussy. He rubbed it back and forth for a while, as I held my position with quaking legs. Finally he took the bottle away. "Stand up straight," he commanded firmly. I did as he instructed and tuned round. "Your tits have fallen out of your uniform." I looked down, already knowing they had jumped out. "Sorry Sir," I said as I started tucking them away. I jumped again as he swatted my hand away. I held onto the banister as he gave me a deliciously sexy grin. "Bloody hell," I yelled," as my left nipple felt the cold plastic milk bottle running up it. He repeated the journey of the whole length of the milk bottle over my right nipple. I stood there watching his eyes as they focused on my jiggling breasts. "Now, get my coffee, wench." He moved aside and I gathered myself, and came down the last two stairs. As I walked, or rather stumbled to the kitchen, I could feel a cool dampness between my legs, and I could feel and see two cold, slightly red, jiggling tits, bouncing free with every step. Mark pulled out a kitchen chair as I made his coffee. I had to use two hands to place the mug on the table next to him, as I let go of the mug his hands came up and gripped my tits. "Keep still," he snapped. He lifted my tits and squeezed, pulled, and then and twisted them. I just stood there willing him not to stop. He pulled me towards him and buried his face into breasts, kissing and sucking flesh and nipple, as my poor brain tried to understand it all. I had my arms round his shoulders pulling him to me, cuddling him tight, and hoping he wasn't suffocating in my cleavage. I started rocking back and forth, trying to coax the lump in his trousers against my hot wet pussy. We played like that for a few minutes, turning each other on with the movement and little grunts, which were becoming louder and more desperate. It was me who snapped first. I slipped back on his lap, and my fingers started searching frantically for a way into his cock. It didn't help that he had now wormed his way between my legs, pulled my sodden panties to one side, and was peeling my pussy lips apart, and inserting two wriggling fingers in me. Finally there it was sticking right up hard, and throbbing. I forced his arms out of the way and slipped forward. I impaled my all too eager pussy, on his all too willing cock. Whether or not he wanted to drown in my tits again I didn't know, but I had hold of his head and wasn't letting go. I bounced and wailed, and screamed at him to use me, which I think at that point it was more the other way around. The fucking was frantic from the very start. I just hoped the chair would take the shock of me bouncing up and down on Mark's spear. I could hear somewhere in the depths of my breasts Mark groaning, and getting ready to unload. I let him up for air, and as my thighs slapped down on his lap, I smothered his face again, this time with mine. The kiss was just as passionate as anything else going on. I was groaning on his tongue, and hearing his own little excited squeals. I let off the kiss after a few minutes, yes minutes. "Not yet you bastard, wait.....don't you dare come before me.......fucking hold it." He did, he held it as my pussy went to heaven and back. I had my hands on his shoulders now, and I was leaning back away from him, pushing my pussy forward. I could feel every single spasm my impaled pussy went through, like it was magnified in my head 100 times. "Bloody wonderful..........amazing........oh baby............fuck your little maid," I pleaded. He did, he started thrusting up and grunting heavier. Something crashed to the floor, which turned out to be the now warm mug of coffee, and as it splashed up my leg, Mark's cock splashed deep in pussy. I got off his cock and knelt on the floor. I started sweeping the broken mug into the dustpan. Mark stood in front of me, still with his cock hanging out of his trousers. I smiled up at him, and then kissed his cock right on the tip. "Thank you Sir," I said, slipping back into maid mode. He grinned down at me with a look on his face, which suggested I was in for a surprise. My eyes opened wide as I felt my sticky panties being peeled to one side. A hard cock slipped easily in my sloppy pussy. "Oh, this is Dan my workmate. I've cancelled our work for the day." Dan grabbed my hips and started fucking me, as Mark stood watching, and jerking his cock back to life. He could have asked first if I minded his mate joining in, but I guess it was too late now. My tits swung free with every shove of Dan's cock. Mark crouched down and pushed his cock in my mouth. For the next 10 minutes I knelt there, being fucked from behind, sucking Mark's cock, until all three of us came. I've had other fantasies about Mark, but the above was always my favourite. Certain guys seem to have a special fantasy which I associate with them, and this was Mark's. Oh I do have a maid's outfit too.