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Luxury

By: anna_leo_



Ciel 

"Ahhhhgh" I scream as I get thrown to the floor, my head banging against the hardwood in an almost blinding pain. Blood trickling down the back of my head; his hand reaching out and grabbing my hair, yanking me up to face him. 

"Stay down you cheating bitch!" Tom screamed into my face kicking me in the gut, not enough to break my ribs, but hard enough to carry his message. He knows if he hurts his Barbie, he might not be able to impress his company, and having the doctors ask what happened to me might not be the publicity he needs. 

"Baby, please." I moan as I look at him with pleading eyes to let me go, I don't understand why he is so mad, but by now I had learned that any little thing could piss him off. He looks at me with sympathetic eyes and I can feel the hatred in my gut flame hotly. He lets go of my hair and gently lays my head onto the ground, his pleas and apologies sounded through the air, but I was just glad the pain stopped. He scoops me up in his arms and carries me to his bed, my limp body shuddering as I knew what would happen next. 

Tom turns on the light in his bedroom and lays me down softly on his huge soft bed. He lies on top of me, cupping my face with both his hands and kisses me softly. I remain limp in his arms as he feels up my body, removing every article of clothing on me with delicate care. 

I remember a time when I would be so excited, ready and wet for him when he made love to me like this, but now I feel disgusted as the blood drips onto the luxurious bed sheets. I look around the lavish room, and think about how unhappy I am, in such a beautiful prison. 

I was so preoccupied with my own thoughts that I hadn't even realized that he was already fucking me. I was dry, but he didn't seem to care as he kept fucking me, moaning sweet nothings about how beautiful and lucky I am to have met him. He felt up my hair, as he came inside of me, shuddering and then laying limp on top of me. In that moment I was so glad that he didn't last long. 

Jace 

The club was finally starting to fill up as he eyed all the patrons from his dark booth in the corner, his private booth. He sighs as he took another long gulp of his whiskey, he lies back in frustrations. 

"Come on man just because she didn't call doesn't mean you should be a mopey bitch about it." Tyler laughs as he pats his friend on the shoulder. Tyler didn't like this mopey shadow of his friend that came out, because of that awful girl, he didn't like her from the moment he saw her and didn't know why Jace was acting like this; even Jace didn't like her very much. 

"Shut up." Jace groaned as he punched his friend in the arm. 

"What's up man? I thought you didn't even like Jacklin?" 

"I don't it's just that I'm sick of these sluts, I mean come on man I'm going to be five hundred soon, and I'm still just fucking whores. It's starting to get boring." 

"Come on you don't mean that. You still need to make the best of what freedom you have, being the Alpha's son cannot be easy." 

"Maybe I just need to fuck a cunt, it's been a while." Jace groaned as he eyed a hot brunette who was giving him a sultry look from another booth. Her legs went all the way up and that ass, god it called to him. He gave her a sexy smirk and got up to talk to her; all the while Tyler was giving him thumbs up as he spotted his own toy for the evening. 

Ciel 

I feel him stroking my ass as he wakes up with the sun, he shakes me thinking I'm still asleep. Opening my eyes I wince in pain from last night's activities, he kissed my neck nuzzling against me; it would be comforting if he hadn't been such a bastard to me. 

He picks me up and clothes me softly, almost tenderly; I move to do it myself and he slaps me hard against my face. "Don't move bitch." I whimper and let him clothe me, knowing any sudden move could piss him off. Oh god why wouldn't he just leave me alone? 

I met Tom at a match for rich people that my greedy mother had set up for me. Immediately he asked me out on a date, and my mother jumped at the opportunity, not even caring if I liked him. She got lucky because one date led to another, and he asked me to move in with him, and that's where it all turned into a shit storm. He was one of the richest men alive and powerful to boot, which explains his controlling nature. He started beating me for reasons like making my own breakfast, claiming that I wasn't grateful for the chefs he paid to make me food, or for not shopping for a new dress for an important party at his company, saying that I probably spent that time fucking other men. 

At first I forgave him and even loved him, but as the beatings went on that love turned to disgust and self-loathing for staying with him for so long. 

... 

"Hey baby you want to come to that party at the Milles tonight?" Tom asked not looking up from his paper as we ate breakfast. His hand explored up my thighs as I quietly chewed on my overly decadent eggs. 

"Of course sweetie," I murmured as not looking up from my eggs. 

"Will you wear that black lace dress for me?" I dropped my fork and started choking as he finished his words. "Is there something wrong?" He asked amusement dripping from his voice. 

"No of course not, but aren't you worried, I mean that dress is sheer." I say horrified of the idea of seeing his colleagues ogling my basically naked form, and with his jealousy streak I was horrified of what would happen after the party. "This is final." He said menacingly looking up from his paper. 

I nodded my head dejectedly as I was dismissed with a curt nod. 

The rest of the day I spent dreading this very moment, I shuddered as we entered the lavish foyer, every step feeling like a step closer to my doom. Tom's arm draping on my shoulder only worsened the feeling. I sighed as a butler asked for my coat, my long black coat was the only thing covering me, I held onto it for a second, hesitating. 

"Give him your god damn coat." Tom hissed giving me a harsh glare. I whimper and take off my coat, revealing myself in a second skin, tight black lace dress, that revealed all of my skin, it was so short that it showed my pussy and ass, there were holes where my doubled D tits hung out my creamy skin glowed under the dim light. My body wasn't my only asset, but it was the only one people care about, and it brought me only suffering, I had obsidian black hair, my jade green eyes, and pale milky skin completed me. I have been told that I have a nice shapely ass and huge tits, but the bruises and scars covering me make me grotesque, and the scars seem to be the only thing people pay attention to. 

My head hung low in both embarrassment and shame, shocked that this is what Tom wanted me to wear. He squeezes my ass and leads me into this giant dark room, it took a second for my eyes to adjust and when they did I froze horrified. 

It was a coliseum like room with seats around in a circle shape with high seats and a stage like area in the middle. It was dark, but it was meant to be, it was lavish and everything was painted a dark sleek gray, which is what made the blood that was splattered everywhere all the more horrifying. 

I looked to Tom and saw a horrifying smile take place on my horrible boyfriends face. He took my hand and led me inside the room; I saw black hooded figures come from some hidden doors around the room. They surrounded us as Tom led me onto a table in the middle of the room. 

My mind was screaming to run, but my body wouldn't comply, Tom drags me onto the table and put on his own hood. 

"Don't worry honey, soon you will belong to me and only me." He moans smiling as he kisses my neck. At that moment I saw something I had never seen before, fangs. All of them had fangs, I felt Tom rub my nipple, and my whole body seized in pleasure. Oh god. Tom licks his lips and then my breast with tender care, my body screams in pain as he bites down hard. I scream and finally feel my body fight back, my blood draining from my body in a fit of spasms. 

He finally releases my breast and kneads it softly, "Oh god baby I love you so much, I just want us to be together forever ok?" he groaned as a hooded figure comes up behind us and says in a monotone voice. "As the King of the Vampyre world do you accept this woman as your wife and Vampyress?" 

"Yes, I do, as the King and as the servant of Vampyre kind I promise to have this Vamyress as my wife, forever." I struggle as I feel a buildup of electricity start at the base of my stomach. The pain was intense as he continued to feel up my breasts. 

"As the future Queen of the Vampyre world do you accept this man as your husband and Vampyre." I struggle hard as the electricity buildup was spreading to my whole body. They all back up from me as I scream in pain, that's all I could see before I blacked out, all I could hear was a loud NOOOO! Serves him fucking right, and the darkness engulfed me. 

Three months later... 

Oh god, no shit why? I thought as I rummage around the car looking for my wallet. I finally pulled it out from the underside of the seat, I sigh in relief and exit the car in an excited haze. My first job in such a long time, being a waitress at a club isn't glorified, but at least I was being independent for once in my life. No one doing anything for me, completely alone, I don't know what happened that night in the dark room, all I know is that it led to my freedom. 

I still see Tom in commercials and his company is doing really well, so I know he isn't dead, I ran for a while, but I don't think he knows where I am or else I'd be dragged back in a furious rage. I am nervous anytime I see a black haired pale man in an expensive suit, but the relief of it not being him overwhelms me everyntime. 

Opening the door Gracie jumps on me, her laugh was so infectious as she jumps off of me. 

"Hey finally you're here. " she said smiling widely, and I couldn't help, but do the same. "Come on ladies get over here and get ready for the lunch crowd." Greg yelled at us groaning irritated. I put on my black dress and heels in the locker room, I grab my tray and start the day. 

Jace 

God will she just leave already, Jace thought as he looked at his naked companion in his bed. The sex was so-so and she was annoying as fuck awake, she kept talking about the future they would have together, but that couldn't happen. He was an Alpha, he knew that she wanted the power badly not him, he didn't let anyone know, but he wasn't going to settle down until he found his true mate. 

He has been waiting for four hundred years, and he was starting to lose hope that his mate would come during his life time. He got up and dressed to leave. 

"How about round two big boy?" Felicity moans seductively. Jace isn't in the mood and tells her to lock up when he leaves. He just wanted to forget about her and his responsibilities and get drunk. After his father had died a month ago and he adopted the Alpha title of the largest pack in America he had been busy protecting his pack. They based in South Dakota and lived on a two thousand acre community, they also are the richest pack in America and are powerful. 

Jace pulls out his phone and dials Tyler. "Pick up man, pick up." 

"Hey man, do you need to get some fresh air?" 

"Yes, god Felicity is getting on my nerves." 

"Why are you fucking her then?" god the question Jace didn't want to answer. He was hoping at some point that he would feel more than lust for Felicity, but lately even that is dying. 

"I don't know. Hey I'll meet you at The Arc, in fifteen." He hung up knowing that Tyler would come. Tonight felt exciting, like something big was going to happen, he was just waiting for something good to happen. 

She's coming, his wolf screamed and he drove off the road. What? Who is she? She's here. His wolf howled as he pulls into the club. 

Ciel 

I felt myself grow warm as a the doors burst open, looking back I saw the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life run up to me. I growled and, wait growled? The whole world seemed to slow down as I spread my arms and ran up to him, he scoops me up into his arms and picked me up kissing me relentlessly all over my face and neck, finally kissing me on the lips. 

Wrapping myself around him, he squeezs my ass moaning, oh god yes baby, I love you. 

I froze, what am I doing? What's going on? I struggle to release myself from his grip. He laughs with amusement and shushes me, trying to calm me. He pet my hair soothingly and I relaxed. I remember where I am, and am surprised to find no one is looking or even noticing that we are there. 

He looks at me, like are you impressed? I roll my eyes and he lets me drop to the floor, but he doesn't let go of my waist. 

"Hello, what's your name?" I ask awkwardly, he looks at me surprised and says, "You don't know who I am?" I shake my head no embarrassed, but being with Tom for five years had cut me off from the world. My role was to be a sex toy, not learn what the world was doing, that was his job. 

"My name is Jace Evans." I guess my awed expression said everything, because he chuckled at my shocked expression. Jace Evans owned J company, the only rival to Tom's company, I look at him gasping as he picks me up and takes me to his car. 

"I need to tell my manager I'm leaving." I say trying to get back down. "He already knows." He says ominously, I look at him confused as he opens the door and puts me softly inside his luxurious sports car. I was done with luxury.

Luxury Accommodation



It was a large detached house as were all of the others on the estate and she was an attractive lady this side of forty. She had blue eyes and her shining blonde hair curved neatly to frame her face. She was wearing a bright orange summer dress and her varnished nails matched it perfectly. She looked as if she took good care of herself and I was impressed.

It was the first time that I met my landlady and she gazed at me disapprovingly. I was at the local university and had been looking for new accommodation. Nothing close was available but I had a bicycle so a few miles out of town was no problem.

I said I'd come about the lodgings that I'd seen advertised and her curt response was, "Do you smoke?"

"No."

"Do you drink?"

"I might have a pint with my pals on a Friday if I can afford it."

She looked searchingly at me and asked, "Can you afford the rent?"

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"It's more than I've been paying so I might have to get a part-time job, you know shelf stacking or something. If you want any jobs done I'm handy with gardening, decorating, electrical stuff and that sort of thing."

She sniffed and responded haughtily, "I have a gardener and if I want any jobs done I employ professionals."

She looked down at my small case and enquired, "Is that all the luggage you have?"

"My entire worldly possessions. Would you like to know my name?"

"I'll tell you when I want to know your name, that's if I want to know it. You're very big."

"I think that's got something to do with my genes."

She snapped, "Are you trying to be funny?"

Enough was enough. I picked up my case and said politely, "I'm sorry to have wasted your time Madam, I'll try somewhere else."

I turned to leave and she called out sharply, "Come back here I haven't decided yet."

I'd taken a few paces and turned. I said calmly, "I don't think we will ever be compatible so I'll just trot along."

"Don't be in such a hurry, I'll decide if we are going to be compatible. All right then what's your name?"

"Chris."

"All right Chris you can come in."

I stood my ground.

She looked surprised. "What are you waiting for?"

"I haven't decided yet."

"Decided what?"

"Whether I want to live with you. You see you're not being very friendly and I just want somewhere to live where I will feel comfortable. I want to stay in a nice environment and feel welcome but so far you haven't been very welcoming."

She stared at me blankly and then her expression softened and she said quietly, "I'm sorry but I live alone and I've never had a lodger before so I'm a bit wary. May we start again?"

So her aggressive attitude was really hiding her vulnerability. I decided to give it another go.

I returned to the door and said, "Good afternoon Madam. My name is Christopher Atkins and I'm applying in response to your advertisement offering accommodation. I'm studying Mechanical Engineering at the local university and I'm six feet one inch and weigh one hundred and eighty nine pounds. I don't smoke, I don't do drugs but I drink beer when I can afford it but right now I'm stony broke. I'm tidy, I don't have any bad habits but I sleep in the nude."

She pursed her lips but her eyes were laughing when she said, "I don't think that last bit was really necessary. My name is Emma Stevenson and I'm a widow. I'm five feet five and my weight is my business as are my sleeping habits. Would you like to come in and view what's on offer?"

I replied, "I would like that Mrs Stevenson but may I bring my bike into your driveway please? Just in case."

"Of course, but things don't get stolen around here. Burglaries yes but petty theft no."

I wheeled it in and propped it against her closed garage door. I followed her into the house and she led me straight up the stairs. I kept a little way behind and observed that she had shapely legs and slim ankles, but she knew that because her dress was short enough to display them without being mini. She moved gracefully with each deliberate pace in line as if on a catwalk.

Upstairs a corridor spanned the full width of the house with several doors on both sides. She took me to the last door and opened it to reveal a small bedroom that contained a double bed. She looked at me and then at the bed and asked doubtfully, "Will you fit into that? There are bigger beds in some of the other bedrooms so I could have it replaced."

I assured her that it would be okay and she apologised that it did not have a bathroom en-suite but there was one directly opposite.

She enquired, "Well what do you think?"

I answered, "Mrs Stevenson this is five star luxury."

She smiled and said, "The cleaner will give the room a going over once a week and replace the bed clothes. You may have to make your own breakfast if you get up too early.

"I get breakfast? I was expecting to eat cold pizza."

"And dinner is usually at seven."

"Dinner as well? The pizza would have been warm."

She laughed and said, "I'm an enthusiastic cook but somewhat adventurous so you can be my guinea pig. If you're happy then dump your bag and we'll go downstairs. Do you fancy a cup of tea?" It was a question that I came to hear regularly and as I mostly said yes we drank a lot of it.

She led me downstairs and into a spacious lounge but kept going so that we finished in a conservatory area overlooking the garden. She said it was the breakfast room and I could see that the attached kitchen was twice the size of the one back home. Throughout the journey I observed that everywhere was tastefully furnished.

She pointed to a cushioned wicker chair and I settled into it while she went to the kitchen to make the tea.

She called out, "Tell me about yourself Chris."

"My father's a local GP, my mother does charity work and an older sister is studying law; all very respectable."

"What about sports because you look exceedingly fit?"

"Rugby, done a bit of boxing and some very erratic golf."

A young black and white cat wandered in and headed for me. I scratched its head and it tried to jump on my lap but I pushed him off.

She returned with a tray bearing a teapot and some delicate looking cups and saucers. She used a strainer to pour so it was real tea. The sugar bowl contained lumps and tongs. She enquired, "How do you like it?"

"A dash of milk and three, no make it four lumps please." She tutted disapprovingly when she handed me the cup and saucer.

I said, "I'm not used to drinking out of receptacles that have handles."

The cat made another attempt for my lap and she said, "I don't believe it. That's Banjo and he's normally very aloof. You must smell of mouse."

I replied, "No it's always the same. Kids and cats, they never leave me alone."

She smiled and settled into a chair opposite with the low table between us and crossed her shapely legs. She dangled a moccasin from her bare toes as she sipped her tea and announced, "Okay now it's your turn. You seem to be a polite young man so I know you won't ask inappropriate questions."

I replied, "I didn't think it would be my place to ask any questions at all but here goes. I'm sorry that you're a widow, what happened?"

"My husband was a successful business man and considerably older than me. His problem was that he was either unable or didn't want to delegate and worked every hour available. Added to which he was a heavy smoker so he didn't make it past fifty. It was eighteen months ago when I got the phone call. I've since sold the business."

Her earlier aggression had disappeared completely and we chatted until it was time for me to return to the university and sort out a few things. I learned that before she was married she had unsuccessfully attempted to be an actress and also done a bit of modelling but her lack of height had prevented her from making it bigtime.

I returned before seven and changed into my other slacks and shirt. The meal was chicken pieces in a sticky garlic sauce and I ate every last piece. She was delighted and said she would have to double deliveries. I got the impression that she never actually went shopping in person.

I had some studying to do and retired to my room. When it was time for sleep I heard a meow outside the door. I opened it and in walked Banjo. He jumped onto the bed and we both settled down for the night.

The next morning she was already in the kitchen preparing eggs and bacon when I went downstairs.

I'd never considered myself to be a lucky guy but somehow I'd stumbled into heaven.

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My father sent me some money that eased the financial pressure and during the next few weeks we got to know each other really well. I would study for an hour in the evenings while she watched television or experimented with her cooking. Then I would descend to the lounge and we would sit opposite each other in comfortable armchairs and chat. The spacious lounge also contained a large sofa but we sat together on it only when we watched TV.

The cleaner and I were the only other persons to enter the house and most household requirements were delivered. There was a smart Jaguar in the garage but when she went to her hairdresser she would call a cab. She seemed to have no close friends and other than occasional telephone calls she had very little contact with the outside world. She was obviously financially secure and when I felt it was safe to enquire I asked why she had advertised for a lodger. She replied simply, "For the company."

Our chats often became arguments about current affairs or religion. She was intelligent and knowledgeable and as we both had firm opinions sometimes our discussions would get quite heated. We could also discuss intimate subjects without embarrassment and a major disappointment was that her marriage had been childless. I suggested that maybe he'd been firing blanks but she said apparently not. She wasn't crazy about sport but if there was something I particularly wanted to watch she would generously allow it and practice her cooking or announce that she would go for a bath.

She possessed a camera and would often walk around with it dangling from its strap. She would snap flowers, Banjo, a sunset and often me. I never saw the result of any of them.

After she returned from her bath she would usually be wearing something that resembled a cheongsam but without the revealing slit. She had several similar garments and all were brightly coloured with bold shiny patterns. Her bare feet had unvarnished nails and she always brought with her the heady scent of bath perfume. On one occasion I made a sniffing sound.

She looked at me suspiciously and asked, "What was that for?"

Too late I realised that I might be overstepping the mark but I was committed. Looking down I mumbled, "You always smell delicious after a bath."

There was silence and I waited nervously.

Eventually I looked up and could see that she was struggling to suppress a giggle. Her eyes were laughing when she said chidingly, "Christopher Atkins that was a very saucy remark. Just don't sniff it all up because it's very expensive." I mentally breathed a sigh of relief and resolved to keep a closer watch on my tongue.

But on the next occasion when she returned from her bath she bent close as she passed my chair and said, "Would you like to have a sniff?"

I cowered away in mock alarm and protested, "Please Mrs Stevenson, I'm an innocent young man."

She scoffed, "I find that hard to believe."

Despite the difference in age we enjoyed each other's company and I always treated her with respect. I was experienced sexually and had enjoyed romps with several girls, but although she was vivaciously attractive I refused to allow myself any erotic thoughts about her.

That was until I made a significant observation.

Sometimes when she returned from her bath there would be flushed patches on each cheek. They weren't glaringly obvious but sufficient to be noticeable and within a few minutes they would fade. What was strange was that they weren't apparent after every bath. It was a curious phenomenon but I gave it no importance.

But that changed when I accidentally overheard something that was clearly associated with her flushed complexion. She had gone to her bedroom for a bath when I decided to get a sports magazine from my room. As I was passing her door I heard a strange noise that sounded like a baby crying. I stopped and listened to the curious whimpering that continued for several seconds. Then I heard an explosive gasp followed by a gagging groan. There was silence and then came the creak of a bed and movement within the room.

The realisation hit me and I turned and hared back downstairs. I was watching television when she returned.

I was in mild shock when I heard her say, "Why are you watching that? I thought you hated soaps."

I looked up and there was a flushed patch on each cheek.

"I wasn't watching it, I was deep in thought."

"About what?"

"Oh some engineering stuff that I need to get sorted in my mind."

She settled into a chair and said, "You were looking so serious I thought something was wrong. So what shall we argue about?"

It was only just after ten but I was struggling to think clearly and said, "I don't want to be a party pooper but would you mind if I called it a night. I need to go and do a bit of reading."

"Of course not. Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"

"Absolutely nothing. I'll make pancakes in the morning and if you can't struggle out of bed I'll leave them in the oven. Good night Mrs Stevenson."

"Sleep tight Chris."

I flopped onto my bed and reviewed the evening's events. I thought, "Jesus she was masturbating and she does so fairly regularly." And then I thought, "So what's wrong with masturbation; I masturbate regularly so why shouldn't she? After all she's in the prime of life and without a man to service her she probably gets horny."

But I couldn't get out of my mind the image of her lying on her bed and caressing herself to an orgasm and I wondered what she fantasised about. One thing was certain; I would never be able to look at her again without being aware that she enjoyed sex even if it was self-administered. Had I lost respect for her? Certainly not, but she had definitely become a much more interesting person. It took very little time for me to achieve my own orgasm before I drifted off to sleep.

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During the days that followed I found myself continually picturing her masturbating and noted how many times she returned to the lounge with flushed cheeks. One thing became clear, and that it was happening more frequently. Her behaviour towards me was also becoming increasingly familiar and occasionally tactile. I also like to cook and if we were close together in the kitchen she would sometimes appear to bump into me accidentally and then apologise.

I was becoming worried. Of course sex with no strings attached was welcome but I was in a cosy situation and I didn't want to mess it up. I had wonderful accommodation and a generous landlady but I was also keen to get my MEng degree and I needed to keep to keep my head down.

So I hatched a plan to try and direct her attention elsewhere. We were both good at backgammon and we often played in the evenings. It was during a game that I took the plunge. She was considering a move when I asked, "Mrs Stevenson may I ask an inappropriate question?"

"It depends."

"How old were you and was it a good marriage?"

"I was eighteen and towards the end I hardly ever saw him. I was fond of him as he was of me but there was never any real spark. Incidentally I've never admitted that to anyone before."

"It's safe with me. May I ask a very personal question about your marriage?"

"Don't bother, I was a virgin and it was slam-bam thank you ma'am."

So far so good and I continued. "You are a very attractive female."

"Well thank you but the rent stays the same."

"May I then substitute the word desirable for attractive."

She looked up sharply with a surprised expression but said nothing.

I added hastily, "I'm not coming onto you. I just want to know why you are depriving the world of your existence. You never have any social engagements and there don't seem to be any men in your life when there should be. Let me be very personal; you are an absolute knock-out. A gorgeous sexy female with great personality and you're wasting it all on me. There are hundreds of eligible men out there who would crawl over broken glass if you just snapped your fingers."

"I don't like men."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I had a couple of dates early on and all they wanted to do was empty my bank account."

I sighed and said, "So you've decided to be a recluse."

"Why not? I've been married once and it was okay. I don't need money and if I want man's work done I hire somebody."

I persisted with, "You've just been unlucky with your dates. Why not give it another go?"

"I told you I don't like men, I like you."

"Well thanks. Give me a few minutes while l work on that one."

She said calmly, "You don't pose a threat. You're intelligent and amusing and you haven't tried to rob me. Pretty soon you'll move on but it's fun when you're around and I'm enjoying it."

"Okay I give up."

She reached across the board to put her hand behind my head and pull it towards her. She kissed my forehead and as she settled back into her chair she said, "You're a really sweet guy and that was just an affectionate kiss."

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So my plan didn't work and nothing changed. She masturbated regularly and her attitude towards me continued to become increasingly familiar.

It all came to a head one evening when we were sitting together in the lounge. She had promised not to disturb me if I studied downstairs and I was doing some reading.

She liked a glass of wine and always handed me a can of beer which she said was included in the food supplement. Towards the end of a second glass she would tend to become less inhibited. She had finished her second glass and had been glancing through a magazine when she announced, "I'm bored."

She was obviously feeling playful and I replied, "I won't be long."

Apparently that wasn't soon enough because a few seconds later a screwed up piece of paper landed in my lap. I looked up and she was staring at me with a cheeky smile. I flicked it off and carried on reading and another twist of paper hit my shoulder.

I said firmly, "I'm warning you Mrs Stevenson, if you continue to behave like a naughty girl I will spank you as I would a naughty girl."

"Oh yeah," she scoffed, "I don't think so."

I continued reading and yet another tuft of paper landed in my lap. I looked at her and sighed, "That was your last chance."

With a defiant expression she deliberately tore off another piece and calmly screwed it into a ball. She took careful aim and flicked it at my head.

I moved quickly and made a grab for her. I missed the first time but as she tried to flee in panic I grabbed a foot and she sprawled headlong on the carpet. I hauled her towards me and with one arm around her waist I slung her under one arm and carried her to the sofa.

When I draped her across my lap, she squawked, "Chris don't you dare. I'm warning you if you put a hand on me it will be the last thing you will ever do."

I decided that if she was going to throw me out then it might as well be for a good reason. So I said calmly, "I did warn you," and lifted her dress to expose the panties that covered her tight little butt. With my left arm on her back and pressing her down I hooked my right hand under the band and pulled the flimsy material down to her knees.

She screamed, "Stop it you bastard, I'm warning you I'll have you arrested."

It was too late now and anyway I'd never spanked a girl before so it would be something to reminisce while I was in prison. I declared, "I believe six of the best is the standard punishment for naughty little girls so here they come."




Luxury Accommodation



She was kicking desperately and screaming threats while reaching behind to try and cover her butt with her hands. I delivered the first two smacks, one for each buttock and accompanied the actions with a cheerful, "One and two."

They weren't violent blows but sufficient to sting and she yelped, "Ouch that hurt."

I responded, "That's the whole purpose of corporal punishment," and smacked her twice again accompanied by, "Three and four."

She squealed again, "Ouch, stop it you bastard I'm going to kill you."

Her butt was now glowing a shade of pink and I could the white imprint of my hand on each cheek. Spankings numbers five and six followed immediately and produced two more squeals of pain.

The punishment over I contemplated what to do next. Clearly I would have to pack my bags and leave and the maximum crime that I had committed thus far was physical abuse. She was still struggling to get off my lap and screaming threats but I was holding her down.

Then I looked down through the gap between her thighs and I could just see her pussy. It was looking slightly moist and that was very interesting.

Fueled by a few beers I gave the situation some more thought. I estimated the time that would be added to my prison sentence if I escalated the crime from physical to sexual abuse and calculated that it would probably be no more than six months for a first offence.

Her panties were still around her knees so I pulled them off and gently inserted my fingers into the hot clammy gap between her thighs.

She stiffened immediately and in a shocked voice said, "What the hell are you doing?"

I replied, "Your punishment is over so now it's time for pleasure." My fingers reached her soft crevice and it was definitely wet. I slid my fingers into sodden crease and gently manipulated them.

She screeched, "Stop it you bastard and let me up." She tried to close her legs but I continued to move my fingers within the slippery folds and her voice changed to a desperate, "Oh Chris please stop."

She continued to struggle and scream threats but gradually her struggles lessened and when she was no longer attempting to close her thighs I removed my arm from her back. Her face was turned towards me with closed eyes and she was breathing hoarsely through an open mouth. I gently rubbed the firm nodule of her clitoris with the tip of my forefinger and she moaned despairingly, "You bastard."

She turned her face into the sofa and her hands reached forward and clenched the soft fabric. Her drenched crevice was gaping and as my finger rubbed faster she began to utter tiny whimpers. The whimpers became progressively louder until suddenly she stopped breathing and her body tensed. I felt her stomach pulsate and then she exhaled with a long shuddering groan.

For nearly a minute she didn't move but then she slid off my lap and turned towards me. Her hand lashed at my face and she must have hurt herself because it certainly hurt me. She snarled, "Get out of my house you bastard."

The full realisation that I had completely fucked up an idyllic situation hit me and I got wearily to my feet. How could I have been so stupid? The only place that I could now go was to one of my friends who had a spare bed. I quietly left the room.

With my meagre belongings in a holdall I returned to the lounge and poked my head through the door. She was sitting in a chair and looking serious. I said, "I sincerely apologise for my shameful behaviour Mrs Stevenson and I hope you will forgive me. I won't blame you if you take it further. Goodbye and thank you for looking after me so generously."

She looked up with tearful eyes and said, "I don't want you to go. You're a pig and I don't like you anymore, but I don't want you to go."

I lowered my bag and moved to kneel at her feet with my arms in her lap. I said, "In my defence Mrs Stevenson I didn't rape you and the pleasure was all yours although I enjoyed doing it. But if you are really honest you ought to admit that you have been getting a bit horny lately."

"All right I admit it," she snapped, "but it's because you keep squirting your bloody pheromones all over the place and it's not fair."

I managed to keep a straight face and said, "If it's any consolation I think you've loosened a couple of my teeth.

"Good, and I hope it stings as much as my bottom."

"I could kiss it better."

"And I could kick you in the balls."

I reached down and lifted her from the chair and sat in it with her on my lap. I raised her chin and she didn't resist when I kissed her gently. She looked at me with solemn eyes and said, "I still don't like you."

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For the next couple of days the atmosphere was strained and we were polite to each other. I did my studying upstairs and the only time we were in each other's company was at meal times. That was until I was watching an international soccer match.

Normally she would have left me to it and pottered about in the kitchen but on this occasion she stayed in the lounge with me.

She had finished her second glass of wine and the match was over when suddenly she asked, "Why don't you have a girlfriend?"

I replied, "Some of my friends are girls but I'm not spoken for."

"I don't expect you have much trouble getting your wicked way with them."

"No I don't."

She said derisively, "You conceited bastard, don't you miss sex?"

"No."

I could sense that the subject was getting out of hand so I said, "Mrs Stevenson you're going to be embarrassed in the morning when you remember this conversation."

"Shut up, I can say what I like. So why don't you miss sex, are you on some sort of depressant?"

I could see that she was not going to stop so I answered, "There is a physical method by which one can relieve oneself of sexual tension."

She giggled, "You don't do that do you?"

"Yes."

"You naughty boy."

Masturbation was a subject about which I had strong opinions so I said firmly, "Contrary to moral and religious beliefs, masturbation is a perfectly harmless and often psychologically beneficial physical process, not to mention extremely enjoyable. Ninety-nine point nine percent of the world's population do it and as far as I am aware it hasn't caused any wars or contributed to global warming." I continued, "I do it, you do it and everyone on this posh estate does it."

She said indignantly, "Are you suggesting that I do it?"

"Yes and after nearly every bath. No I'm not a Peeping Tom nor an eavesdropper it's just that I happen to know. By the way I love you for it."

Her eyes narrowed and she said accusingly, "How could you possibly know unless you've been spying on me?"

I decided to keep the flushed cheeks a secret so I told only half the truth. "Because afterwards you are dreamy-eyed, glowing and absolutely gorgeous. It's a dead giveaway."

She was still looking suspicious and demanded, "Are you sure you haven't been peeping?"

I protested, "How could I possibly be peeping? I haven't got x-ray eyes and you don't masturbate with your bedroom door wide open do you?"

She settled back and said, "Okay we both masturbate, so what? I like masturbating."

"Exactly."

I knew that wouldn't be the end of it and after a few minutes she asked with an impish tone, "What do you think about when you masturbate?"

Alarm bells began clanging in my head and I said earnestly, "Mrs Stevenson this conversation should not be taking place. The wine is the culprit and I think we should stop right now."

"I'm enjoying it, so why stop?"

"Because you're going to get horny and I don't want to mess up our relationship again."

She responded calmly, "I'm already feeling horny and I can always go to my bedroom and engage in a physical process that is both harmless and psychologically beneficial, not to mention enjoyable."

I laughed and then I thought to hell with it. "Okay Mrs Stevenson if you really want the truth sometimes I fantasise about you."

Her eyes opened wide and she said eagerly, "Really? Tell me more."

"Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"Of course I want to hear it and in graphic detail."

There was no going back now so I said, "Okay you've asked for it. I sometimes fantasise that you accidentally leave your bedroom door ajar and I see you naked on the bed masturbating. I enter and you are understandably shocked..."

"Understandably."

"Are you going to keep interrupting me?"

"Sorry."

I continued, "I perch on the side of the bed and when you struggle to escape I hold you down. Then I put my hand between your thighs and begin to stroke your pussy. At first you try to stop me but then you start to writhe with excitement and ..."

She suddenly blurted, "Phew you'll have to pause for a moment."

"What's the problem?"

"What's the problem you idiot? I'm alone with a good looking guy half my age who is describing how he fantasises about playing with my vagina. I'm getting all hot and bothered and I desperately want to do something about it. I would like to leave the room for ten minutes but at the same time I don't want to stop listening. That's the bloody problem."

"Why leave the room?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Are you honesty suggesting that I perform an intimate sexual act in your full view? You must be crazy."

"Mrs Stevenson let me be honest. I would really like to have sex with you but at the same time the last thing in the world I want to do is have sex with you. I don't want us to become lovers because it would distract me from my determination to obtain a first class degree. But I'm prepared to bend the rules and as long as there is no actual physical contact then I would find it exciting if you masturbated in my presence and I will do the same."

She put her hands over her face and after a few moments declared firmly, "No I couldn't possible do it with you watching me."

"Okay forget it then."

She snapped, "Don't be so dismissive, I hadn't finished. I might consider doing it with the light off."

"No the light stays on."

"Oh come on," she protested, "leave me some dignity."

"The light stays on or forget it. I want to watch you."

She covered her face with her hands again while she wrestled with the decision but then declared emphatically, "No I couldn't possibly do it with the light on."

I said, "Okay forget it," and started to rise.

She snapped, "Oh sit down you bastard." She did some more mental struggling and then, "I must be crazy. All right but as long as I can keep my panties on."

"No they come off."

She protested, "For God's sake you're killing me. I'll be too embarrassed, especially with Banjo watching."

I replied, "Well I won't be." I carried Banjo out of the room and strode quickly to the kitchen to tear off some sheets of paper towel and returned to my chair. I pulled down my zipper and withdrew my flaccid penis and announced, "I'm ready."

I'm a big guy in every respect and her eyes widened. I heard her murmur, "Wow."

She gave it a few more seconds thought and then said, "I can't believe I'm going to do this, I must be really drunk."

She reached for the wine bottle and refilled her glass. After a generous swig and a few deep breaths she announced decisively, "Okay here I go." A few seconds later her panties were around one ankle but her knees remained pressed tightly together.

I said softly, "Pull up your dress so that I can see your thighs." After a brief hesitation she lifted her bottom and raised her dress to her waist. She was looking tense and her knees were still together so I murmured coaxingly, "Relax, you're going to enjoy it."

I started again with, "Remember this is my fantasy and I'm in bed masturbating while I'm imagining it. Now where was I? You are naked on the bed and you've stopped resisting. I'm stroking your pussy and I bend down and gently suck a nipple. You are squirming with pleasure but I'm barely touching your soft wet hole because I don't want you to come too quickly."

Her eyes were closed and her palms were flat on her bare thighs but as I continued in a quiet voice so her thighs began to part and the tips of her fingers crept tentatively between them. I began to elaborate my fantasy solely for the purpose of exciting her. "I've climbed onto the bed and I'm opening your thighs wider."

As I said that her thighs began to widen and I could see her vagina. Her fair pubic hair was neatly trimmed and her crimson slit was gaping. There were visible dribbles from it and the short distance to her anus was glistening. She was using only the tip of one forefinger to softly caress her clitoris but as I continued my erotic fantasy so its movement became increasingly urgent. Her nostrils were flared and she began to make the soft whimpering sound that I had heard from outside her bedroom.

"I'm kissing the inside of your thighs and getting closer to your pussy. Now I'm touching your pussy with the tip of tongue and I'm licking your clitoris..."

Suddenly she blurted, "I'm coming." Her body froze and she stopped breathing. She rubbed her drenched slit furiously and as waves of pleasure thrilled her so her stomach jolted with each exquisite shock. Her fingers thrust deep into her slippery crevice and her face twisted as if in agony. Suddenly she expelled her breath with an explosive gush and a harsh groan came deep from within her throat. She continued to rub herself but less urgently until she began to relax.

My cock had been solid while I had been watching her and I had been rubbing it slowly. As she began to climax so I rubbed faster until my own orgasm consumed me and I spurted into the enveloping tissues.

For over a minute there no sound in the room. Her eyes were still closed and her hand remained between her thighs. She withdrew it slowly but it flopped to her side as if it was too heavy to lift. She closed her thighs and attempted to pull down the hem of her dress with her left hand but it was too much effort and her thighs remained mostly exposed. Her cheeks were flushed when she eventually opened her eyes.

We stared at each other in silence.

She was the first to speak with an imploring, "What are you doing to me Chris? My life was ordered and I knew who I was but you've shattered it and now I don't know anymore. I've just masturbated in front of a young man I haven't properly kissed and it was my most erotic experience. I'm very confused."

How was I supposed to deal with the situation? Of course I wanted to have proper sex with her but I knew it would be the biggest mistake I could ever make. Maybe guys with lesser principles would abandon all intention of self-improvement and spend the rest of their days in clover. But I wanted to be my own man and achieve something in my life. The question was for how long could I resist?

Right then I needed wisdom with which I was sure I hadn't been blessed. I mentally took a deep breath and held out my arms. "Come here Mrs Stevenson."

She came eagerly to me and settled onto my lap. I took her face in my hands and kissed her and she responded passionately. I eventually drew back and said, "Okay you've kissed the man in front of whom you've just masturbated. Is your life now in order?"

"No of course it isn't."

"If I fucked you would that help?"

She looked shocked and said, "Why are you being crude it's not like you?"

"I'm just trying to prove a point. Your only previous sexual experience has been with a much older man who didn't satisfy you. You've never enjoyed a loving sexual relationship and because you are a wealthy women you've somehow got it into your head that men are after your money. You've been hiding yourself away but suddenly a young man who you don't regard as a threat has come along and ignited your fire."

"You're telling me something I already know."

"I haven't finished. The point Mrs Stevenson is this; get yourself properly laid. Not by me because we don't have a future but by a mature man who will love you and be proud of you. Sex binds a marriage and even married couples who don't particular like each other sometimes stay together if they are sexually compatible. You will certainly have some disappointing experiences but never compromise.

She stared into my face with a serious expression and said, "Okay but how will I know good sex?"

"You'll know."

"You could save me an awful lot of research."

I replied, "That would defeat the whole purpose because you would then spend the rest of your life searching in vain."

She responded scathingly, "You really are a conceited bastard. Okay I admit that your equipment looked impressive but I didn't see it in its full glory."

"Then you should have opened your eyes."

"I will next time."

I ventured cautiously, "What next time?"

"You don't think I'm going to be satisfied with just the once do you? You should have thought of that before you talked me into it." She paused and stared at me searchingly. "Look Chris, I love you but I'm not in love with you. I admit that for some time I've been wet every time we're near each other but that's because of your bloody pheromones."

She continued, "Okay this is the deal; I want you to teach me about sex with absolutely no strings attached and I won't interfere with your studies. I'll even help you with them if you want."

"It's tempting."

She added, "And by the way you can forget the rent or we'll both be living in a whorehouse."

"Are you trying to bribe me?"

"Or I could poison your food."

"I'm leaning towards a yes."

The situation was absurd and I exclaimed, "This is absolutely ridiculous; a red-blooded guy like me having to be talked into having sex with a gorgeous female. I'm ashamed to call myself a man. Okay I agree but my education has priority over yours."

She offered her hand and said, "It's a deal, shake on it."

We solemnly shook hands and I kissed her tenderly. I said, "Some honest, good looking guy with a big cock is going to be the luckiest man in the world. It's a shame it won't be me."

Then she said firmly, "There's one proviso; stop calling me Mrs Stevenson. My name is Emma and it will make me feel less like a paedophile."

"Okay."

I lay in bed with worried thoughts flowing through my mind. What had I agreed to and how much would it affect my studies? Would she become demanding and possessive or would she play to the rules? I had spent a couple of months in an idyllic situation but cracks were appearing. Of course I wanted to have sex with her but not if it was going to fuck up my whole life. I turned to Banjo and asked, "What have I done pussycat?" but he didn't answer.

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The next morning I descended to the appetising smell of bacon frying and as always she looked neat and fresh. She said breezily, "Good morning Chris did you sleep well?"

"Okay thanks, and you?"

"Like a top. I've made a Cornish pasty for your lunch."

I was surprised and replied, "You've never made me lunch before."

She wasn't looking at me when she said, "That's because I've never been concerned about your energy levels before. Now that I'm going to take an interest in your studies I've come to realise how tiring they must be." She turned towards me and there was nothing in her expression that suggested a hidden nuance.

When it was time to leave I wondered if I should kiss her goodbye but then I thought, "She's neither my wife nor my mother," so I didn't. I felt mean as I peddled my way to the uni.

I didn't hurry home that evening and spent extra time chatting to my friends so I was thirty minutes later than usual. I felt nervous and wondered what change there would be to our relationship.

I entered cautiously and she was relaxing in the lounge with a book. There was no perfume lingering, no incense pervading the atmosphere and no exotic substances smouldering in trays. She was wearing a plain housecoat. 




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She looked up and greeted me cheerfully with, "Hi Chris, did you have a good day?"

I replied, "Yes thank you Mrs...Emma, and did you?"

"Oh pretty mundane. We're having venison sausages tonight, is that okay?"

I responded more enthusiastically than necessary, "Sure, you know me I love everything you cook."

"Grilling sausages doesn't present much of a challenge."

"But I'm sure they'll be cooked to perfection."

I could hear myself babbling and she was looking at me strangely. She enquired, "Are you okay? Only you seem a bit tense. Do you fancy a cup of tea?"

"No I'm fine, absolutely fine. I'll go and shower."

I definitely was tense and I wondered why. What was I scared of? That she would be insatiable and I wouldn't be able to meet demand? What if I couldn't get it up?

I sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands and agonised, "What have you let yourself in for? This isn't a one night stand it's a full-time commitment. You've built yourself up to be a super-stud and now you're going to fail in the heat of battle. Your whole life is going to be ruined because you can't keep your mouth shut and your cock in your pants."

I descended to the dining room and she was already seated but still in her housecoat. The sausages were fine and she'd made a treacle suet pudding. I wolfed the lot as usual while she watched with satisfied pleasure.

We retired to the lounge and relaxed in quiet contentment. She didn't go the wine cabinet but after a few moments she announced, "I'm going for a bath. When I come back if there is anything I can help you with study-wise it will make me feel useful."

There was something I was trying to learn so I replied, "You can help me memorise The Periodic Table of Elements."

She responded eagerly, "Oh good, the periodic table of thingies is my speciality so I won't be long."

I went to my room for the book and waited for her return with a feeling of doom. She re-entered the lounge wearing one of her cheongsam garments and not a diaphanous negligee as I feared. Although she brought with her the heady scent of bath perfume there were no flushed patches. She had bare feet as usual but I saw that she had varnished her toenails red.

I gave her the book and asked her to pick some at random. She started with, "Okay what's number seventy-six?"

I racked by brains and eventually answered, "Tantalum?"

She made the rasping sound of a buzzer and in a high pitched squeak replied, "Wrong, it's Osmium," and then muttered, "I thought everyone knew that one." I remained silent and she continued, "Okay what's number forty?"

I answered cautiously, "Niobium?"

She repeated the buzzer sound and squeaked, "Wrong again, it's...," with hesitant syllables she pronounced, "Zir...con...ium," and added, "You're not very good at this are you."

I snatched the book from her hands and snapped, "No I'm not and you're fired."

She immediately looked crestfallen and her bottom lip protruded. She pleaded, "Oh please don't fire me I was just trying to lighten things up."

She was looking tearful and if there's one thing that gets me it's a woman's tears. Whenever my sister wanted to play with any of my toys all she had to do was start weeping to get her own way.

I said hastily, "All right just don't start crying," and that was probably a mistake. I reminded her, "You agreed that my education has priority so either we do this seriously or not at all."

She nodded her head but still with tearful eyes and I growled, "Don't give with the dying duck expression, just get on with it and without the sound effects."

She brightened up and the next hour was spent in a genuine attempt to help me learn the table. When I finally called time she collapsed in mock exhaustion and pleaded, "Go and get me a glass of wine Darling you've sapped all my strength." She immediately sat up and with a serious expression said, "I'm sorry about that, I didn't mean to call you darling it just sort of slipped out."

I said nothing and returned with an opened bottle and filled a glass for her. I got myself a beer from the fridge and settled in the chair opposite. We gazed at each other and the minutes ticked by until I asked softly, "What are you wearing under that garment?"

"Nothing."

I went to the dimmer and reduced the light sufficiently to take the harsh glare away. I returned to my chair and commanded, "Show me."

With just a brief hesitation she arose and turned her back to me. Her hand reached for a zip and lowered it slowly. She shrugged her shoulders and the garment slithered to her ankles. Her back remained to me when she stepped naked out of the crumpled heap.

"Turn around."

She turned slowly until she was facing me. She moved her right foot out to poise it on its bare toes with her knee bending inwards. Her arms hung loosely at her side while her expression coyly sought my opinion.

I was gazing at the nakedness of a mature women who defied her age. She had the body of a teenage girl and her small firm breasts and flat tummy harmonised perfectly with her slim frame. She looked excitingly innocent.

I murmured in wonderment, "Emma you are a nymph at the edge of a woodland pool, you are Tinker Bell reincarnated and you are every man's erotic fantasy. I want to explore every delicious morsel of you."

She closed her eyes and whispered, "I'm shaking and you'd better grab me before I faint."

Moving quickly I swept her into my arms and she was certainly trembling when I lowered her to the sofa and turned her face down. My clothes were quickly discarded and then we were both naked.

Her head was resting on her arms when I lowered my lips to her neck and began a sensual exploration. I kissed every vertebrae until I reached the smooth cheeks of her tight butt. When I gently parted them and touched the puckered rose with the tip of my tongue she uttered a tiny squeak.

My kisses to the back of her legs continued to each heel and then I turned her onto her back. I kissed her mouth and her throat and gently sucked each nipple on my way to the neatly trimmed floss above her tingling crevice. Throughout my journey she whimpered softly and squirmed with pleasure.

I lifted her into a sitting position on the sofa and parted her dangling legs. Her open thighs were hot and sticky when I moved my head between them and her engorged cleft was drenched with her essence. I dipped my tongue into the salty honey.

She clasped the sides of my face as I moved the tip of my tongue within the saturated fissure and her whimpering became an urgent gasping. When I gently caressed the firm nodule of her clitoris she pleaded, "Stop Chris, don't make me come," but when I continued she sobbed a desperate, "Please Chris I don't want to come yet."

I ignored her until she stiffened and thrust her pelvis upwards as she climaxed with a choking groan. I continued to lick her clitoris until she pushed my head away.

I rose from my knees and moved onto the sofa beside her. She turned towards me and I wrapped her in my arms with her face in my neck. She murmured dolefully, "Why did you make me come when I asked you to stop? It was nice but I thought we were going to make love properly."

I replied calmly, "We are. A lady should always have an orgasm before copulation, it makes the physical act of lovemaking much more enjoyable for her."

"You're such a bloody know-all," she accused me, "I'll let you know if you're correct."

"Anyway," I reminded her, "I thought you wanted to see my equipment in its full glory."

She looked down to view my erection for the first time and murmured, "My God, that won't leave much room."

I barked impatiently, "Well are you going to sit there and just stare at it?"

She looked at me with a worried expression and responded, "What do you want me to do?"

I asked incredulously, "Didn't you ever handle your husband's cock?"

"Never, and anyway I would have needed tweezers."

I pushed her roughly off my lap and onto the floor and spread myself full length along the sofa. "Well improvise," I commanded, "and you'd better hurry up before it wilts." I closed my eyes.

When a few seconds passed and nothing happened I opened one eye a crack and she was tentatively reaching out first with one hand, then with two and then back to one again. She was staring at my cock as if it was a stick of dynamite but I decided against shouting "Bang!" if she ever got around to actually touching it.

Finally a warm hand grasped it around the middle and she made a half-hearted attempt to slide it up and down. I sensed that this was going to be a long night and hauled her back onto the sofa so that she was straddling my legs and facing me. 

She stared at me defiantly and said, "Before you say anything just don't get critical because I've never done this before."

Perhaps I was being inconsiderate so said gently, "What would you like to do?"

"I'm thinking about it so stop looking at me." I closed my eyes again.

Finally she grasped my penis and I waited to see if her instinct would take over. Nature encourages a female to insert a man's penis somewhere and there are only three options. Her warm mouth closed over it.

I enjoy oral sex and it's nice when it's done properly by a girl who is trying to please me but I've never achieved an orgasm solely through the act itself. Emma had no idea how to do it properly. At first she tried sucking it, then licking it like an ice lolly and finally sucking, licking and massaging simultaneously. My penis became very confused.

Finally she stopped and seemed a little breathless when she enquired, "How was that?"

"How was what?"

"What I was doing."

"Sorry but I wasn't paying attention, what were you doing?"

"I was sucking your bloody penis," she said tersely, "if it wasn't very good be honest."

"It wasn't very good."

She sat up and snapped, "Well sod you then, suck your cock yourself."

"Believe me I've tried."

I was being unkind so I reassured her, "You did okay for a beginner, but did you enjoy it?"

"As a matter of fact I did," she replied haughtily, "Even if it was the worst cock-suck you've ever experienced."

"It's called a blow-job."

"Oh so that's where I went wrong, I was supposed to blow instead of suck. And when you were fully inflated what then? Attach you to a piece of string to stop you floating away or just let you bob along the ceiling?"

I flopped onto my back helpless with laughter while she gazed down at me with a disdainful expression. Eventually I recovered and said, "This was supposed to be an exciting sexual experience and it's becoming a pantomime. Let's forget the jokes and start screwing."

"No it's too late now. You've offended me and I don't feel romantic anymore."

In a menacing voice I said, "Forget romance because I'm going to fuck your brains out," and grabbed her. "Open your legs you horny bitch."

She cowered away and said nervously, "Don't talk like that it's not nice."

I was taking a big chance, she was either going to enjoy being raped or I could pack my bag for a second time. I lifted her naked body into a sitting position against the back of the sofa and snarled, "I said open your legs bitch."

I was leaning over her and when I forced her thighs apart and wriggled between them, she whimpered, "Stop it Chris you're frightening me." 

My cock was hard and I growled, "Put my cock in your cunt you horny bitch."

She implored, "Please don't force me you nasty brute," but she was not protesting as desperately as a woman who was about to be raped. I put my hand down and if she wasn't wet then I was making a big mistake.

She was very wet.

I ignored her plea and snarled, "If you don't put it in I'll shove it in."

She said immediately, "All right you horrible vicious animal I'll put it in." She gripped it with both hands and wrenched it in the direction of her pussy so violently I had to lower myself quickly to avoid having it snapped off.

As she manoeuvred it to her sopping entrance she gasped, "My God I'm not big enough for this."

I had a solid erection and when she placed the tip of it against her saturated pussy I stayed motionless. She raised herself towards me in an attempt to insert it but I rode backwards with the movement and she immediately bleated, "What the hell are you doing, how can I put it in if you keep backing away? Push for pity's sake."

I knew then that everything was okay so I growled, "All right bitch you've asked for it." I pushed and it was certainly tight but she was sufficiently lubricated for me to slide in easily to my fullest extent. As I did so her eyes opened wide and she gasped, "Jesus."

I lifted her bodily and snarled, "I'm going to fuck your brains out you horny bitch." With my hands gripping under her buttocks and her arms around my neck I held her suspended above the sofa and began to use her like a doll. Her thighs were gaping wide and her sopping pussy slapped wetly against my balls as I thrust her violently onto my rigid cock.

With each deliberate savage penetration she let out a piercing shriek and I desperately tried not to come but I was losing the battle. When she squealed, "Yes," and sunk her teeth agonisingly into my shoulder, my sperm gushed in powerful spurts as our orgasms clashed together.

Eventually she collapsed limply in my arms with closed eyes and I lowered her to the sofa. I was out of breath and wheezed, "Have you had enough bitch?"

She opened her eyes and said firmly, "No I haven't you nasty brutal rapist." She reached up and pulled my head towards her and her lips were soft and warm with her lingering kiss. She murmured, "If you're tired you don't have to do it again for a while but leave your penis inside because it feels wonderful. Why is it still hard, didn't you come?"

"Yes I did and you're going to need some tissues. It's still hard because you're such a fucking horny sexy bitch."

She squirmed with pleasure and said, "That's the sweetest compliment I've ever had." She spread her arms wide and exclaimed, "At last, at long bloody last I've been properly fucked and it was worth waiting for." It was the first time she had used the F word.

In officious voice she announced, "Okay you've got the job starting immediately; seven pm until four am Monday to Friday although there will be some overtime during weekends, congratulations."

My face must have registered shock because she said chidingly, "Oh stop looking so serious I was joking; you don't need to start until eight."

As my expression remained frozen she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her warm naked body against me as she said chidingly, "For goodness sake Chris where's you sense of humour? I'm not going to smother you although it will be nice if you make love to me occasionally, and perhaps a little more gently next time?"

I relaxed and replied, "It will be my pleasure Ma'am and we will experiment to find what turns you on. But first if you're going to be a femme fatale, you'll have to learn how to suck cocks so we'll watch some porn."

She giggled, "Porn? Have you got some?"

"Not at the moment but it's easily available and I'll get some for tomorrow evening." I added firmly, "I have to go to bed now Emma because I've got a heavy day tomorrow. You too, and leave your pussy alone."

Her expression was glum when she replied, "That's going to be difficult after tonight's experience."

"Well wear gardening gloves in bed."

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At breakfast she looked sparkling fresh but mentioned nothing about the previous evening. This time I kissed her lightly on both cheeks and felt good about it as I peddled my way along.

Porn was regularly exchanged between students and when I mentioned that I would like to borrow some it came freely from many directions. A couple of girls also contributed and one whispered, "There aren't many cocks in these but quite a few dildos and I know you guys enjoy some of that." Being captain of the rugby team apparently had its benefits and I peddled home with a full saddlebag.

Porn wasn't mentioned over dinner but I noticed that the dishes were whisked into the washer almost before I'd laid down my utensils. Our normal thirty minutes of after-dinner chat in the lounge had scarcely reached ten before Emma announced that she was going for a bath, so we went our separate ways. I took a leisurely shower and when I returned to the lounge she was already there and in a light summer dress instead of her normal cheongsam.

I decided that a bit of teasing might be fun so I suggested, "Do you fancy a game of Backgammon?"

With an expression of bewilderment she said, "I thought we were going to...," and tailed off.

I enquired politely, "Sorry going to what?" and then, "Oh God the porn; why didn't you remind me when I left this morning?"

"So you didn't get any then?" She looked like a kid who'd just been told that Christmas was cancelled.

For fear she was going to start blubbing I said hastily, "Of course I got some, in fact probably about a year's supply."

I'd got into the habit of wheeling my bike into the garage alongside the Jaguar that never got driven, so I went and unhooked the saddlebag. When I tipped the CD's on the floor she reached for one immediately but I knocked her hand away with, "Don't touch, this is man's work. I'll decide what we watch."

She snapped impatiently, "Well hurry up then, you've been deliberately farting about ever since you got home."

As I examined the cases I mused aloud, "White on white, black on black, black on white, girl on girl..."

She immediately interrupted with, "Girl on girl? I don't want to watch that."

"Why not?"

She echoed in a shocked tone, "Why not? Because it's not natural that's why. I don't want to see females fiddling about with each other. Do you want to watch men doing it?"

Of course nobody has yet come up with an answer to that one, so I ignored it and answered, "When two shapely females make love there is nothing more sensual. In fact it is eroticism at its most beautiful. Only women know which buttons to press and only they can touch and caress each other to effect the most physical pleasure. Men I'm afraid just can't do it the same."

"Really," she responded contemptuously, "Well if you don't mind I'll just take your word for it." I decided to shelve lesbian sex until another occasion.

Fortunately the CDs had been passed around many times and there were reviews written on many of them. The abbreviation H presumably meant horny and in the hope that others' judgement could be relied upon I selected one that had VH with several ticks of approval. It featured a good looking black guy and a young attractive white girl.

I enquired of Emma, "Are you wearing anything under that dress?

She replied indignantly, "Of course I am. I'm wearing flannelette knickers and a chastity belt." I interpreted that to mean 'no'.

"Well come and sit on the sofa beside me and either pull up that dress to your waist or take it off altogether."

"I'd rather sit on your lap."

I replied firmly, "Well you can't because this is DIY."

"What's that?"

"Do it yourself. I don't touch you and you don't touch me."

She muttered without enthusiasm, "Well that sounds really exciting," and as she sat on the sofa beside me she folded her arms to demonstrate a lack of interest. I dimmed the light but left sufficient illumination to see her clearly. I slipped the CD into the player and sat next to her holding the remote.

I asked, "Are you going to pull up the dress or take it off?"

"Neither."

"Okay please yourself." I pressed the button and the CD started playing.

The scene opened with the guy and girl fully dressed kneeling on a bed and facing each other. They started kissing and it was soon clear that they weren't going to rush things. The black guy began to fondle the girl's breasts through her clothes but eventually undid some buttons until her naked upper body was exposed. He lowered his head to kiss her nipples and she put her hand down to caress the bulge in his pants.




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When he undid the button of her jeans and slipped his hand downwards she gasped and tipped her head backwards. He peeled off her shirt and she helped him remove her jeans. It was when he pushed her skimpy thong to one side and the camera gave a close-up of his fingers gently massaging her engorged cleft that Emma unfolded her arms.

After a few minutes with the girl moaning in ecstasy, she undid his jeans and eased out his erect penis. I heard Emma murmur, "Holy smoke." It was a massive pillar of shining ebony and I realised that I had made a mistake in selecting a black guy. When the girl lowered her head and began to lick and suck, her eyes were constantly looking up to gauge his reaction. Eventually they both became naked and lying on their sides facing the camera with the guy behind, and it gave a perfect view of her pussy and his cock.

It was slow but expertly filmed and Emma had begun to fidget by crossing and uncrossing her ankles so I asked, "Is your pussy getting wet?"

She replied tersely, "Mind your own business, my pussy has got nothing to do with you."

I thought it was time to take the lead so I unzipped my pants and produced my own cock. It was disconcerting when Emma looked first at mine and then at the black guy's but said nothing.

We now had a close-up of the guy gripping his cock and rubbing the helmet against her gaping pussy. It compelled moans of pleasure from the impatient girl who reached behind the guy's buttocks to encourage him to push it in further.

I had a solid erection and was slowing masturbating but with no intention of achieving an orgasm when Emma said abruptly, "Alright I'll pull up my dress."

She lifted her bottom to do so and I said, "Try to resist touching yourself, I want to see how much willpower you've got."

She snapped back, "You really are a sadistic bastard."

"Try pressing your knees together, the longer you wait the better it will be."

"Just shut up and do your own thing, I don't need your advice."

We now had a close-up of the glistening black piston driving slowly in and out the girl's sopping pussy while she gasped and moaned with each deliberate entry. It was two young good looking people enjoying real sex and beautifully erotic.

I enquired politely, "How you doing?"

Her voice was tight when she answered, "I think that's long enough."

Her hand dived between her wide open thighs and she rubbed her drenched pussy feverously with a flat palm. Her body arched from the sofa and a succession of squeaks became progressively louder. Suddenly she thrust her bunched fingers deep inside and as she began to fuck herself violently her squeaks became squeals. Suddenly her legs straightened with her bare feet in a taught curve and her squeals became a harsh shuddering groan.

I clenched my stiff cock tightly and stopped rubbing it to avoid an orgasm because I anticipated that there would be more before Emma was finally satisfied.

Eventually she slumped in an exhausted ungainly heap with her legs splayed apart and her lower body fully exposed. It took a while before she sat up and pulled her dress down.

She turned to me and said, "Surely there must be something else you can think of to make me lose my last vestige of dignity?"

I gathered her in my arms to lift her onto my lap and asked, "But did you enjoy it?"

"Yes."

"Have you had enough?"

"No."

Although I anticipated the answer I asked, "What would you like to do now?"

"I would like to enjoy proper sex on my terms."

I pointed down to my erect penis and said, "See how thoughtful I am, I've been saving this for you."

She responded despairingly, "You are such a patronising bastard," and then in an aggressive tone, "If it wasn't for the fact that I desperately want your cock inside me I would dearly love to tell you that I'd rather read a book. Just stay hard and try to keep your mouth shut for a change."

She straddled my lap facing me and with a firm grip on my erect penis lifted herself and inserted it slowly. Her arms were around my neck and her hard nipples were pressing into my chest. Her movements were slow and deliberate as she raised herself until only the tip of my cock was in and then pressed downwards in a slow rocking motion until it was fully absorbed again.

With her cheek against mine and her lips close to my ear she began a whispering commentary. "Can you feel my wet hole gripping your cock? I expect it's tingling like my pussy is but I want to tease myself. You feel so hard inside me and I expect you want to come as much as I do but you'll have to wait until I'm ready."

Her warm naked body pressed against mine and her insertions were tantalisingly slow. My cock was throbbing and I desperately wanted to thrust myself violently into her but I managed to hold back. Her hot breath against my ear with her sensuous commentary was exciting as she whispered, "Can you feel how slippery I am? Does my hot cunt wrapped around your hard cock feel good? I expect you would like me to go faster but you'll have to wait because I'm still not ready yet."

I had already exerted a considerable amount of willpower in holding back an earlier orgasm but a second attempt became too much for me and I grabbed her butt. She immediately lifted herself completely off and commanded, "No you don't; wait until I'm ready."

She was taking complete control and doing a good job of it. The fact that she had already experienced an orgasm gave her a distinct advantage in our battle of wills.

For the sake of male pride I gritted my teeth and breathed deeply as she took her time re-inserting just the tip back inside her sopping pussy. Once again with purposeful deliberation she lowered herself slowly and she was so wet I could feel her excretions on my balls. She breathed into my ear, "I just love doing it slowly. Is it as much pleasure for you or do want me to go faster so you can come?"

I finally surrendered and said as evenly as my pulsating cock would allow, "I would like you to go faster."

"Say please."

"Please you fucking sexy bitch."

Her insertions increased in pace and when I tried to grab her butt she snapped, "Keep your hands to yourself."

With my hands by my side I instantly had a violent orgasm and as my sperm erupted I could hear myself growling like a wild beast. My loins jerked uncontrollably with each shock wave of exquisite pleasure until the delicious agony lessened and I subsided into an exhausted heap.

Emma was slumped against me but she raised her head and with a smug expression enquired, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes, you're learning fast and using some very expressive language."

"I felt it was appropriate for the occasion."

I smiled and said, "You're a funny lady."

She looked searchingly at me and asked, "But am I a fucking sexy bitch?"

"Nobody has ever given me a bigger orgasm than you just did."

She flopped onto her back and announced, "My life is complete, I've just given Mister Wonderful his biggest ever orgasm."

"So I'm wonderful am I?"

"Well you seem to think you are."

We quaffed some wine and beer and relaxed in contentment until it was time to retire. I had already decided that we would never share a bed together and nothing would make me change my mind. I think she knew that and there was never any suggestion of it.

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Having missed a home study session I spent the next evening in my room, and the following day there was a was mid-week European cup match on TV so that killed sex for two days. She said nothing but I guessed that if I ignored her for three consecutive evenings there might be some repercussions.

I had already planned my next move and the following evening when she returned from her bath I suggested, "Would you like to watch another porn CD?"

She replied doubtfully, "Well okay, but just as long as it's not always going to be the precursor to sex because some romantic foreplay would be nice."

I selected one that was highly recommended with two beautiful females portrayed on the case and when we were seated together on the sofa and the lighting had been adjusted I started it.

The scene opened with the two young women fully dressed in jeans and shirt standing by the side of a bed and immediately Emma said sharply, "What the hell is this?"

I replied, "Please just watch it."

She responded aggressively, "I'm not interested in two females poking about at each other so turn it off."

"You're going to watch it even if I have to tie you up, and don't think I won't. It's important for you to learn how to be sensual and hopefully this will teach you something."

"You are such an obstinate bastard. If I throw up I'm going to do it all over you."

Kissing is always important when two women make love and a close-up of the two of them doing so with open mouths and writhing tongues went on for several minutes. Their expressions were tender with much smiling and I enquired, "Do you find this offensive?"

"Not yet."

Eventually one of the girls slid her hand under the other's shirt and we could see it gently caressing the bulge but there was no bare flesh visible. Slowly they began to disrobe each other until they were both down to just panties and lying on the bed.

There followed more mouth to mouth kissing until one of the girls lowered her lips to the other's breasts and moved them all around the full mounds and eventually to both erect nipples. We had been watching for well over five minutes and it was the first sexual contact. I stole a glance at Emma and she was staring intently at the screen. I enquired again, "Offended yet?"

With a heavy sigh of exasperation she replied, "I'm watching the bloody thing because you told me to and I don't want to be tied up. So just be quiet and I'll tell you when I'm offended."

Eventually the girl on top slipped her hand into the other's panties and we could see it moving gently under the flimsy material. The continuing kissing became more passionate and when the girl laying on her back turned her head towards us her expression was intense with excitement. The dominant girl removed the other's panties and returned to kissing her partner's open mouth while gently fingering the gaping wet slit.

Emma suddenly pressed her knees together.

I remained silent and I was now more interested in Emma than the two on the screen.

The girls continued to kiss passionately and the one taking the lead inserted two fingers into the impatient drenched cavity and began a twisting fucking motion. The one who was being finger-fucked reacted immediately with moans of ecstasy building to a crescendo of tiny squeals.

Emma was riveted to the screen with her mouth slightly agape as if in disbelief and her hands were clenched into tight fists. Suddenly she scrambled onto my lap and thrust my fingers between her open thighs. It was not necessary to ask what she wanted and she reacted the moment I touched her pussy.

Her orgasm was explosive and her succession of shrills cries combined with those from the video created a bedlam of ear piercing clamour within the room. It was the most violent orgasm that she had achieved and when she finally collapsed with her head into my neck it was long time before she stirred. 

Eventually she looked up to me with a sober expression but said nothing.

I asked, "Did you learn anything?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"That you've now turned me into a sodding lesbian."

I started to laugh and she growled, "It's not funny. Why did I find that so erotic? I have never given a thought to sex between females and yet it was sensual, beautiful and exciting. What the hell is happening to me?"

I replied gently, "You're not a lesbian. Most women have fluid sexuality and many enjoy lesbian fantasies without ever attempting to experience it physically. Sex between women is different because both know the physical sensations that turn them on and loving tenderness is an important part of it. A man will never know how a women prefers to be touched unless she tells him because he has a different body and different cravings. It's up to her to instruct him otherwise he may never get it right."

I paused to see if she wanted to make a comment but when she remained silent I carried on with, "Enjoyable and loving sex between men and women is only possible if they can communicate freely. In other words, discuss their personal fantasies and fetishes without embarrassment and say, "If you really love me this is what I would like you to do."

I continued, "Presumably you never asked your husband to take his time or touch you in a particular way?" She shook her head. "Then perhaps he thought you were enjoying it and might have been more considerate if he had known that you weren't. The missing spark might then have been generated."

This time she nodded her head slowly and said resignedly, "So it was my fault."

"Was he a person with whom you could discuss sex?

"No."

"In that case it was his fault. He enjoyed his day wrestling with business affairs and then came home to a nice meal and a quick shag before going to sleep. His legacy was to leave you financially comfortable but with a void in your sex life. I am temporarily filling it but you need a man who will meet you on equal terms. We will now try to find you find one."

"I don't want a man."

"Who's going to make love to you when I'm gone?"

With resignation she said wearily, "Alright then what do I do? Put a postcard in a shop window; "Nice man with big cock required?"

"No," I replied patiently, "You join the local health club for a start. At least there'll be some there who desire to be fit, and fitness is essential for good sex. As you wheel them in I'll appraise them."

"What, stand by with a measuring tape and ask to see their cocks?"

I sighed and said, "Try to be serious, we are looking for a suitable male companion for you."

"You're a pimp."

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She joined the local health club and I left some porn with her which she said was for research.

I was deep into studying but I took a break one evening and we were imbibing some alcohol when she said abruptly, "Get it out."

I was startled and asked, "Get what out?"

With exaggerated patience she said, "How many things do you possess that you can get out?"

Other than my tongue I could think of only my most precious possession. "You mean my cock?"

"Well done Einstein, you should sail through your finals." She crossed over to kneel at my feet and I lowered my zip to ease out my flaccid penis. She grasped it gently and then sucked it into her mouth.

I said weakly, "I can't do this with the light on."

With a mouthful of cock she choked and said, "Stop making me laugh this is serious, I want you to tell me if I've learned anything."

Within seconds I had solid erection and she went to work on it. Her tongue licked over and around the glans and then she fucked me with her mouth sometimes deeply and sometimes shallow. Then she would stop sucking and wank me while staring earnestly into my eyes and then go back to mouth-fucking again.

It was as good a blowjob as I had ever received and I came very close to an orgasm. But she wasn't going to waste a good erection on me and as I groaned and gasped with pleasure she was feverously ripping off her knickers. She was in a hurry and with eager haste clambered aboard and sank onto my throbbing penis.

I muttered, "If you want to enjoy this at your leisure you'd better slow down."

She growled, "Mister I'm gonna fuck your brains out."

"Be gentle with me."

"Shut up you wimp and don't come until I tell you to."

"You're making that very difficult you horny bitch."

She was very wet and she began to fuck me with a violence that surprised me. She was slamming up and down with such force we were both bouncing on the sofa. It didn't last very long because I couldn't hold back and I gasped, "Sorry Emma but I'm coming whether you're ready or not."

"Me too."

Wrapped in each other's arms we came together in a chorus of groans and squeals until we both went limp with satisfied exhaustion.

I was the first to speak when I asked in wonder, "What the hell are you on? Whatever it is I want some of it."

She replied calmly, "It's the new me. No more nice Emma, I'm going to be a whore and fuck the arse off any man who comes within range. How about that?"

I responded in alarm, "Now hang on a minute, you don't want to scare the shit out of the poor bastards. The idea is to entice one into your web with subtle sexy charm, and then fuck the arse off him. On second thoughts I don't think you should fuck the arse off anybody until you've found a man whose arse is worth fucking off.

Let's go back to being nice sweet Emma until I've had a chance to think about this. Of course you can always fuck my arse off if you need to keep in practice but think that you should stop watching porn before you become a raving nymphomaniac."

She muttered sullenly, "Oh alright then but I was really looking forward to fucking some guy's arse off."

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At the end of the first week at the health club I asked, "Well?"

"Men with fat bellies and red faces wheezing on a treadmill."

"Change to different days."

At the end of a month it was, "Just fat bellies and wheezing."

Another month went by without change during which we made love regularly until I asked, "Is there anybody even the slightest bit interesting?"

She hesitated before answering, "Well there's a bloke about my age who keeps looking at me and smiling."

I perked up with, "That's very interesting; so what happened?"

In an exasperated voice she replied, "What do mean what happened? Nothing happened you tosspot."

"Where did you learn that expression?"

"I read it somewhere."

With struggling patience I continued, "Let's get back to this bloke. Have you returned his look enticingly?"

"I smile back at him. What am I supposed to do; flash my tits?"

I said firmly, "You've got to stop watching porn it's corrupting you. Now describe this bloke."

She replied in an offhand manner, "Well he's not bad looking, tall, nice body and that's about it." She added in mild protest, "I don't really want to do this. I was quite happy being a recluse before you came along."

"Who's going to fuck you when I'm gone?"

In a miserable voice she answered, "I don't want to think about it. I know you will go eventually but I don't want to think about it. Cuddle me Chris."

I held her close and rocked her as I would a child until she said in a resigned voice, "Okay, back to the pimping."

A couple of weeks later I wheeled my bicycle into the driveway and manoeuvred it around a smart Mercedes saloon. I let myself in and heard voices from the lounge. I was at the bottom of the stairs when Emma called out, "Is that you Chris?"

As I was the only other person living in the house it was unlikely to be anyone else but I replied. "Yes."

She appeared at the doorway and beckoned silently with one finger. When I was close she whispered, "I've caught one so come and have a look before I throw him back."

I followed her into the lounge and a guy dressed in a suit and aged about forty leapt smartly to his feet. He looked fit and had a firm handshake when Emma introduced us with, "Chris meet Rod short for Rodney, Rod meet Chris short for Christopher. Rod gave me a lift home to save the cab fare," and he laughed louder than it was funny. She asked, "Do you fancy a cup of tea?"

I said, "Okay," and sat down. When she walked to the kitchen his eyes followed her.

He dragged them back to me and said, "Emma tells me you're at the university studying engineering. How are you doing?"

"Okay thank you, and what do you do?"

He looked surprised at my direct question but answered, "I'm in the motor business, mostly top of the range stuff. It's a limited market but every now and then some mug, I mean client, buys one."




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I thought, "Well at least he's trying to be amusing." We chatted about motors until Emma returned with the tea tray and the conversation became slightly strained. I finished my tea and said, "I'll go to my room and do some studying." I shook his hand with, "It's been a pleasure to meet you," and left the room.

Shortly afterwards I heard the front door close and his Merc pull away. When I could smell cooking I descended to the lounge where Emma was sitting with an enquiring expression. Without waiting for her question I commenced, "Well he seems to be in good health with his own hair and wears a Rolex. On the assumption that it's a real one he probably does alright, but size of cock unknown. Is he single, married, divorced or a widower?"

"Divorced. He said you are a forthright young man and asked if it's a distraction sharing the house with you."

"What did you say?"

"Only when he fucks me."

I was smiling when I took her into my arms and kissed her. I said, "You've certainly changed from that miserable bitch who opened the door to me a year or so ago, but let's talk about Rodney. Incidentally by the way his eyes follow you everywhere it's obvious that he thinks the sun shines out of your bum. Does he light any fires in you?"

She replied cautiously, "At the risk of further inflating the excessive opinion you have of yourself, if I make a comparison then no."

"Good, because if he lays a finger on you I'll kill the bastard." I added hastily, "You know I'm joking. Give him a go and don't you dare make the first move. Unfortunately most men who are good in bed are also bastards and he seems to be a bit nothing. On the other hand he might be a good learner and you could teach him."

I continued, "There is just one problem."

"What's that?"

"In the unlikely event of you inviting a man to stay the night I honestly don't think I could remain in the house. I'd have to go and crash out at one of my pals."

Emma enquired interestedly, "Why would that be?"

"Because I would be surplus to requirements."

Then came her bombshell. "Well it won't be necessary because you can have the house to yourself."

With impending horror I asked, "Why will I have the house to myself?"

"Because he's got a boat and he wants me to spend this weekend on it."

I heard myself scream, "What? You hardly know the guy and you're going to spend a weekend with him? Are you out of your mind? Why do you think he wants to get you on his boat?"

She screwed up her eyes as if in deep thought with one finger under her chin and replied slowly, "I have no idea," and then in assumed shock, "My God you don't think he wants to have sex with me do you?"

I felt desperate and pleaded, "Emma please don't this."

She replied calmly, "Why not? You've shattered my life and turned me into a sex machine. When I thought I was straight I now masturbate and think about a woman licking my pussy and you've forced me to search for a man I don't want. Now that I've found one who obviously wants to fuck me you have the audacity to suggest that I'm making a mistake. What sort of a twisted dick-head are you?"

I answered miserably, "A jealous one."

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me tenderly. She murmured, "Dear sweet Chris it was meant to be. You came along and dragged me out of the lethargy that I had sunk into when I thought I was happy but I wasn't. You've thrilled and excited me and made me want to enjoy life. So this guy might not be the right one but the only way that I will find out is if I give him a go."

She murmured, "I know you love me as much as I love you but we are worlds apart. You have your whole life ahead of you and want to be someone and I need to start living before it's too late. I may have to give a few blowjobs along the way but come on, you've taught me that sex can be fun. How many women have dissolved into helpless giggles in the middle of an orgasm as often as I have?"

I knew then that it was time to move on; I loved her too much to share her with another man. Anyway I should have been living a proper student life with people of my own age and eating spaghetti bolognaise in cramped accommodation rather than the luxury that I had got used to.

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The farewell as we clung to each other was tearful and presumed permanent. Her last whisper to me was, "I will always love you."

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There is a sequel to this story.