Dreaming is For Free (Use)

Carla woke suddenly, wondering what the noise was. She quickly realised that it was three-month-old baby Ella who wanted a feed again. She stretched and went to walk towards the cot, noticing that her boyfriend Scott was stirring, too.

"Go back to sleep," she told him, "you have work tomorrow."

"It'll take me a while to drop off again now, I'll just watch while you breastfeed," he told her, chuckling to himself.

She playfully slapped his shoulder before pulling her vest top down and giving Ella what she wanted. She glanced at the clock, it was only 2.45 am, she'd probably want to feed again before Scott went out.

She turned to see Scott, half asleep but smiling as he watched her before his eyes closed once more. She glanced around the room. It wasn't much, but it was theirs, somewhere to call their own space.

Both nineteen now, they'd been at the same school but only started speaking properly when at college. They'd got together at eighteen, and both being virgins soon made up for lost time, having sex as much as possible. That had consequences though, with Carla falling pregnant after just six months together. Her parents weren't happy, and arguments followed, with Carla telling them she was leaving and not coming back. Her mum had been particularly scathing.

With both being at college at that time they moved in temporarily to live with Scott's parents, but with space being at a premium they found a cheap flat to rent, helped a little by his parents helping out. To pay them back Scott had sold his car, and while Carla left college to have the baby, he gave college up to work full-time at the pet store he'd been working weekends at. This little ground-floor flat was all they could afford, with one proper bedroom and a small box room that would barely fit a single bed in.

The area itself was reasonable, and the neighbours were pleasant. One in particular, Bill who lived in the other ground floor flat, was extremely helpful. Despite being retired, he was around seventy years old, he was always on the go, constantly going shopping for them so they could concentrate on Ella. He'd even got an old bike from his garage and had cleaned it up, giving it to Scott so he could get to and from work without having to fork out for public transport or Taxis.

Despite being grateful for that, Scott hadn't been best pleased when Carla had gotten a key cut for Bill so he could come and go, explaining she'd done so when he'd been shopping for them and she'd been so busy sorting Ella out she hadn't heard the door. Now it was common for him to let himself in and even put the shopping away if she was busy.

Ella left it until 6.30 am before waking to be fed again, timing it just as Scott's alarm was going off to wake him to get ready for work. Just before he was leaving, they heard the door and Bill came in.

"Have you got a list kids?" he asked, "I can drop you off too Scott, I'm going over that way."

Scott thanked him but said he'd use the bike, it was going to be sunny all day and it would be easier to get home afterwards anyway. He turned and frowned at Carla, nodding towards her chest, who looked down and noticed her nipple was almost escaping from her vest top. She saw Bill smiling as she caught him looking.

"Have I missed feeding time?" he laughed.

"You always do," Carla laughed back, before she noticed Scott scowling at her.

Bill took Ella from her while she went to the kitchen to see what they needed, with Scott going out of the back door to go to work. She returned with a list and handed Bill some cash. He passed some back to her and told her that he'd treat her to some of the items, before passing Ella back to her.

"How is Scott, he seems a little off today," Bill asked.

"He's okay, just a little tired. Madam here woke us three times overnight and he'd been doing overtime this week too," Carla answered.

"So he got lucky then, stop making me jealous," Bill laughed.

"No chance with madam here, it's like she senses us being together," Carla giggled.

It was another thing Scott had had a little moan about, Carla and Bill had hit it off straight away, and their friendship blossomed despite the age gap, constantly having little sly comments and being flirty. He got on with Bill too, but nowhere near the same level, although he had admitted Bill was a great help with Ella too. Carla had put his mind at ease when she'd reminded him of Bill's age and laughed that he probably didn't get it up any more.

Bill had been back with the shopping for a couple of minutes when Ella awoke crying. He came from the kitchen and stopped in the doorway, watching Carla on the sofa.

"I love that you're so comfortable with me being around you can still do that," Bill told her.

Carla looked at him slightly puzzled, then opened her mouth shocked.

"Oh god, I just did so instinctively," she retorted, realising that she was breastfeeding Ella.

"It's fine, it's natural," Bill answered, "I'm a little jealous, to be honest," he laughed.

Carla laughed too, calling him a dirty old man, and he laughed and said Ella's head was in the way so he couldn't see much. He asked if she wanted a drink doing, and walked back into the kitchen.

"I bet Scott gets jealous of Ella getting in his way too?" he shouted back.

"Yeah sort of," Carla answered, "he loves how my breasts have grown even bigger due to the pregnancy, he's not quite so keen on the flabby belly I have now though."

"Well if you don't mind me saying so, you do have nice big breasts," he laughed again, "he's a lucky man."

Carla smiled to herself. She always bemoaned her carrying a little extra weight, although she did realise her breasts were bigger than most girls she knew. Now they were a 38DD, and Scott loved nothing more than letting Carla ride him while he played with them and sank his face between them, Carla herself liking to tit wank him until he came on her chest neck and chin. Bob walking back in with a coffee mug quickly removed her dirty thoughts.

"I'd love to stay and watch if Ella would let me, but I have things to do," Bill laughed loudly, "I'll see myself out."

Carla chuckled to herself when he'd left, he was funny despite being rude to her, and she laughed at how Scott moaned about it. She'd explained that he was just joking, it was his age that made him get straight to the point at times. She looked down once Ella had finished. I do have great breasts though she giggled to herself.

Scott had gone to work the next day when Carla heard the door opening, slowly and quietly, and then Bill appeared around it. He saw Carla holding Ella while sitting on the sofa, and she nodded for him to come in.

"You'll have to excuse me if I'm a little grouchy today, she woke us up several times last night again," Carla told him quietly, "I'm hoping she'll go down for a while now she's fed again."

"You look tired, your eyes look all bloodshot," Bill answered, "Coffee?"

Carla said she could do with one, but could he hang on before boiling the kettle in case Ella wouldn't settle with the noise of it boiling? He sat on the sofa opposite her, Carla checked Ella a few times and then gently lay her in her carry cot next to the sofa. She sat back and sighed, then yawned.

"You look like you could do with sleep right now," Bill told her.

"It would be great while she's down," Carla yawned again.

"Go on then, I've got nothing on so I'll sit here in case she wakes," Bill instructed.

"I couldn't go to bed and leave you, that's not fair on you," Carla told him.

He pointed at the sofa she sat on, and told her to lie there then. She'd be down here, Ella would probably wake her anyway, but he'd stay just in case. Besides, he'd offered so fairness didn't count.

"Only if you're sure?" Carla told him.

He nodded yes to her. Just a minute later she was also asleep. Bill sat for a while, checking his phone, then looked over at Carla as she moved. She wasn't awake, but in moving her body had twisted and the top she had on had ridden up, the faintest hint of under boob on show. Bill moved his head, then shook it like that would help him see more. Even from this angle, it was obvious how big they were, and then she twisted again. He paused, but she was still asleep. Now she lay more on her back, then top had caught on the cushions and pulled up further.

He gazed in awe, her lacy bra-covered breast exposed for his viewing pleasure. He stared, just making out the darker patch where her areola showed through the material. He stood and moved to her. He had to be quiet, he didn't want to wake her, to have her catch him. Playfully flirting with her was one thing, caught staring at one of her magnificent mounds would be much much more. He held his breath and pulled the top slowly on the other side.

He stepped back a little and breathed out again. He'd always liked big tits, and these were just perfect. He giggled softly to himself, remembering taking the rubbish out to the communal bins out the back one night and hearing Scott say he wanted to sink his cock between them from the presumed privacy of their bedroom. He'd chuckled when he'd heard him, but now seeing them, even encased in the bra, he imagined doing so himself. His cock started to stiffen as he thought about it, but that most definitely would be taking things too far. He might never get the chance to see these again, so he took out his phone to take a sneaky picture.

CLICK!

The sound of the camera on his phone sounded like a shot had been fired. He cursed himself at not checking the sound was off and quickly sat back on the sofa where he'd been.

"Hmm, what was that?" Carla asked, stretching her arms above her head while yawning.

"I think something hit the window, maybe a branch?" Bill answered.

Carla looked down at her top and her exposed breasts. She pulled down her top and looked over at Bill.

"Sorry," he said, "you were tossing and turning but I didn't want to wake you, you haven't been asleep long," he continued.

"Yeah, I do that, Scott says I get into some weird positions in bed at night," Carla answered.

"I thought we were talking about while you were sleeping?" Bill laughed, "I promise I wasn't looking, well not much anyway."

"Oh Bill, you are a dirty old man at times aren't you?" Carla laughed back.

Bill had boiled the kettle and they sat chatting quietly while drinking their coffees, trying not to wake Ella. Carla said she actually hoped that she'd wake soon, as she needed to get some washing done but she knew the sound would wake her up.

"Sort out what needs doing and I'll go and do them over at mine," Bill told her, "And I'll dry them and bring them back later on."

Carla thanked him and said it would be a big help, and he watched Ella for a while as she sorted out things she needed to wash. She bought a basket in and handed it to Bill, just as Ella woke.

"Oh, I can do them myself now," Carla told him.

Bill picked Ella up and told Carla to stop and sort her out, he'd still do the washing and leave her to feed Ella, so she didn't complain about him watching her breastfeed again. Carla laughed, taking Ella from him. She put her in the cot momentarily and put her hands up her top, unfastening her bra and handing it to him.

"Do you mind washing this too?" she asked, blushing at him.

He mockingly held it against his chest pretending to wear it while she picked Ella back up. He laughed and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

"God that was warm!" he laughed, "You might not get that back," he laughed again.

He took the basket and started to put the clothing into his washer, chuckling when he put the bra in and then pausing when he got to a pair of her knickers. Like the bra they were lacy, but these were white. He hooked his thumbs in and pulled the material, noticing how see-through the material was now stretched. He imagined Carla wearing them, tight across her round arse, pulled between her legs. He put them to his nose and inhaled the sweet perfume of her gusset.

Later once they were washed and dried he returned the full basket back to her house. He opened the door quietly, correct in thinking that baby Ella might be asleep. Not only was the baby, but so was Carla, lying along the sofa. He set the basket down lightly and sat on the sofa opposite her. Her mouth was open a little as she was breathing, lying on her side with her face on the edge of the sofa. He glanced downwards, at the sweet curve of her breasts. He wondered if she'd put another bra on, he couldn't see anything through the top pulled tight across her shoulder anyway.

Bill softly crept to her side and lifted the top, slowly inch by inch, along her side until her breast came into view, with no sign of a bra. He inched it a little further, desperate to unleash them but also careful not to spoil a good thing by waking her. He quickly suppressed a gasp as her top fully uncovered one of her ample breasts.

He paused as she moved slightly, backwards, now facing more towards the ceiling. With a stroke of luck, Bill pulled the top on the other side and stepped back a little. Her breasts were even better in the flesh, sagging but still a little firmer than he'd thought. His finger traced lightly over them, over her areola, very gently touching her nipple. She moaned softly, and Bill stood open-mouthed as her nipple started to erect at his touch.

Quickly he took his phone out, and having learnt from earlier he'd made sure both the sound and the flash were turned off. He took several pictures of her naked breasts from different angles, then grinned to himself. He undid his zip and took out his now erect cock. He repeated what he'd done earlier, gently touching the end of his cock against her huge nipples. His pre-cum leaked out, and he very gently swirled it around the soft flesh, like snail paths over her heavy tits. He took more pictures, and changing angle, decided on one last shot before his luck ran out. He got the phone ready, then slowly slid his cock into her cleavage. The end of his cock disappeared from sight, and he quickly took the shot he wanted. Seeing her stir, he quickly went to the kitchen.

"Hm, oh, I must have fallen asleep again," he heard her say to herself, "what the fuck?" she finished with.

"Carla, is that you awake?" Bill asked, "I'm in the kitchen."

"Bill, what have you done to me?" Carla hissed.

"I erm, came in the kitchen because I didn't want to think I'd been staring. You were tossing and turning in your sleep again, have you covered up yet?" Bill told her.

Carla walked into him and apologised. She told him that she was sorry for thinking he'd done something wrong. Bill explained that when she moved a little too much and they started coming from her top, he'd come to sit in the kitchen, so he couldn't see but he could still listen out for Ella if needed.

"You're a better person than me then, in your shoes, I'd have been having a right old look at them while I had the chance," Carla laughed.

"I saw more than enough for an old man before I retired to the kitchen," he laughed back.

Carla started sorting the washing into piles before pausing, and she turned to Bill.

"Was there anything else in here, a pair of white knickers perhaps?" Carla asked.

"No, not in with those, the load I did was all dark clothes," Bill answered.

Carla looked at the clock and said she'd have to start cooking soon, and Bill asked if she wanted him to stay. She told him that she'd be fine, Scott would be back soon as he wasn't working over today. Bill excused himself and went back to his own house. He spent the rest of the evening examining his new trophy of Carla's lacy white knickers while scrolling through his new picture collection.

A couple of days later he was at their house with Scott still there. He asked about work and Scott told him that he was working much later today, they had to move a lot of stock around and it was easier to do once it was closed and with no customers about. Bill made a point of coming round again at evening meal time, Carla persuading him to stay for a meal for helping her out. He agreed, and she left him to keep Ella occupied while she cooked.

They managed to keep Ella awake and timed it well to finish eating for her to start grizzling that she wanted feeding. Without a second thought, Carla pulled her top down and held Ella to her, letting her suck at her nipple. She glanced over at Bill and smirked.

"Naughty Ella is in the way again isn't she?" she giggled, turning slightly so Bill got a side-on view.

Bill gasped and Carla frowned at him, telling him not to look shocked and reminding him that he probably saw more when she'd fallen asleep a few days ago. He laughed and nodded yes, he wasn't going to argue about a free gift. Once Ella was fed, winded and settled, Carla said she was going to put her in bed, and to put the baby monitor on.

"Can I ask a favour while you're here," Carla asked, "Do you mind listening out while I go and shower before bed?"

Bill agreed, saying it was no problem. While she was up there he sneaked upstairs, but she'd shut the bathroom door properly, and he didn't want to risk opening it just for a quick peek, even though the urge to see her naked was making his cock twitch. He went back to the sofa and turned on the TV, turning the sound down low. When Carla appeared later on she was wearing a nightdress.

He turned and looked as she walked into the room, nodding his approval which she saw. She asked if he liked it, and hoped he didn't mind her getting ready for bed. He glanced up and down her body, the silk-looking nightdress reaching halfway down her thighs, the front had quite a deep V neck which plunged into her very ample cleavage, lace edges almost exposing her nipples. She sat on the sofa opposite him, excited about the film that he'd put on.

Bill kept glancing over as she lifted her feet, now with her legs bent he could follow the soft under curve of her thighs. It wasn't too long before she was lying on the sofa, yawning, trying to stay awake to watch the film. When he knew she was asleep properly, hearing her heavy breathing from her mouth, he stood and walked over to her. She was lying flat on her stomach, her head pointing off the edge of the sofa facing towards the TV.

The angle she was lying he'd got no chance of uncovering those glorious breasts again, not without moving her, and his gaze went down her body. He inched her nightdress up her thighs, slowly and carefully, moving to by her feet to get the best angle of her round arse coming into view. Not only was it in view, but there was no sign of any underwear either, she'd either done so ready for Scott's return or she slept like this anyway. He pulled it up a little further until it rested on the small of her back. His fingers traced lightly over her buttocks, down her thighs, and tracing the line between her legs. He wanted to pull each buttock apart, to see her arsehole, to view her pussy up close.

He resisted, again not wanting to wake her, but couldn't resist getting his cock out. As he rubbed it across her buttocks soft moans escaped her throat, asleep or not it sounded like she was enjoying it. He nudged his cock against her arse and took a couple of pictures. Carla moaned once more, wiggling her hips a little, his cock brushing over her buttocks. His fingers traced along her thighs again, and her legs parted a little.

He took a couple of pictures between her legs, the treasure still hidden from view. He moved, stood by her head, and held his cock as close to her open mouth as he could manage. He took another couple of pictures, one at an angle that looked like his cock was in her mouth, and then froze.

Carla sighed and moved, twisting downwards a little more, her mouth sliding over the end of Bill's erection. He waited for the inevitable, for her to wake and see him crouched over her, but somehow she kept her eyes closed. His hands traced across her buttocks once more, her soft moans becoming a little louder. Her mouth moved on him a little more, then she twisted again, now lying directly on her back.

Bill stood, looking down at her, her nightdress still pulled up. He stared at her nakedness, no hint of pubic hair, her soft plump thighs slightly parted. He traced his fingers lightly over her thighs, her legs parting a little more, he took a chance and slid a finger down over her clit. Carla moaned and arched her back a little, pushing against his finger, her legs parting a little more. He stood over her, his cock pointing at her mouth, and froze again as her hand moved.

Still, she didn't wake, despite her hand sliding between her legs. She groaned more, Bill fascinated at her fingering her clit while asleep. He took his cock and stroked while watching her until he came. His timing was almost perfect as Carla started jerking her hips, pushing against her fingers, Bill quickly moving away. Carla woke herself up as she came.

Her eyes darted around the room, trying to get her bearings, and she quickly adjusted her night dress. She'd just got herself covered when Bill appeared from the kitchen with Ella in one arm and a bottle in the other.

"Oh, hi sleepy head," he said, "I heard this one on the monitor, I was going to feed her for you."

"Erm, I can manage," Carla said sleepily.

Bill asked if she was okay, sat with her for a few minutes to make sure she was fine, then told her that he was going back to his house as he'd dozed off too until he heard Ella. Carla thanked him for staying, and just after he'd left Scott returned home. When he saw her the following day, she looked a little flustered.

"Are you okay?" Bill asked.

"Yeah, I think I'm overthinking something about last night," Carla answered.

"Last night?" Bill blurted out.

"Yeah, it's something silly," she said, "Was I talking while asleep?"

"Not really, we were talking about the film and then you fell asleep, you were tossing and turning a lot, and moaning softly," Bill answered.

"Did I do anything else?" Carla blushed.

"No, not particularly, why?" Bill shot back.

There was a pause, and then Carla started to talk about something else. Suddenly she stopped, paused, and then told Bill she'd had a weird dream and that's why she'd asked.

"What kind of dream?" Bill enquired.

"It's a little embarrassing," Carla blushed again, "I dreamt that I stripped for someone and then erm, played with myself while they watched."

"Oh, that kind of dream, I wasn't expecting that," Bill laughed, "and did Scott enjoy the show?"

"It, erm, wasn't Scott," Carla told him, biting her lip," They were blurred, so I couldn't tell who it was, but they seemed older. I told you that it was silly, but it seemed so real."

"It wasn't Scott, I'm a little shocked at that, and not sure why," Bill explained.

"Well, I assume because Scott and I haven't, erm, you know, since Ella was born," Carla said softly.

"She's three months old, isn't she? As he said why?" Bill asked.

"He's tired all the while, working longer hours and not getting much sleep, and we don't really get much alone time so to speak," Carla explained, "I'd rather think that than he doesn't like me now that I'm fat."

She changed the subject and then gave Ella a feed, then after setting her down again Bill sat next to her.

"I could always have Ella for a while if you need some alone time," Bill told her, "in fact, I have some things at mine that could come in handy if you want to have a look through them, I'll have to dig the case out of the cupboard though if I can manage to get up to it. In fact, if there's anything you like you can have them."

She told him that she'd see to Ella, to finish feeding her and then get her wind up and then dressed, and then they'd pop over to his house. It would make a change from being at theirs anyway. When she got there Ella was asleep in her carry cot, and Carla found Bill with the cupboard door open and a set of stepladders ready.

"It's on the top shelf, under other things. They should be okay in there. The case hasn't been opened for a long while you see," Bill told her, "I did try to get it down but the ladder was rocking and all the things on top of it need to be got down first."

"I'll go up the ladder then, you can steady it, or me at least," Carla instructed.

Bill stepped back while Carla climbed up, six steps in total, Bill found himself staring straight at her round arse. Memories of the night before flooded back, then she reached up and moved onto her tiptoes to reach and the ladder moved.

"I can't grab it properly unless I lean right against you," Bill told her.

He looked up, straight up Carla's loose top and viewing her magnificent round breasts encased today in a cream lace bra.

"You'll have to steady me or I can't get anything down, if it means holding me rather than the ladder then you'll have to do that," Carla told him, "just while I'm reaching up, while my feet are flat I should be fine."

Bill moved his hands, putting one on her hip and the other on her thigh just above her knee. Carla jumped and giggled.

"Your hands are cold, get it off my leg," she laughed.

He moved his hand to the curve of her buttock and waited for her to say something, but she didn't. It actually helped support her weight as she lifted, so after she'd passed the first box down to him he put the other hand on her other buttock too.

"Make the most of this," Carla laughed, looking back at him, "did you put so many boxes up here on purpose?" she giggled.

"Well it's a better view than out of the window," he laughed back.

"You dirty old man," Carla laughed loudly," it's the most I've been touched lately though!"

Bill knew it wasn't, not that she knew that, she thought she'd been dreaming. She passed the rest of the items down to him and slowly pulled the suitcase off the shelf, handing it to Bill. He took it and laid it out on the kitchen table, waiting for Carla to come in. He pointed to it and smiled, telling her to see what was inside. When she opened it she gasped.

"They all belonged to my late wife, well when we were a lot younger and more virile," he laughed, "I did say the case hadn't been opened for quite a while."

Carla started to pull items out, holding them up to look at them. They were mostly silk and satin. Chemises, Bodysuits, and a couple of Teddies were revealed one by one, and then one in particular took her fancy. It was white silk at the sides, with a plunging neckline and the front entirely see-through lace. There was a pair of silk panties to match, with wide leg holes. The teddy had suspender slips on the bottom, and Bill fished out a pair of neatly folded white stockings and handed them to Carla.

"These look good with that outfit, I think the whole look would suit your, erm, ample charms," he told her.

"You mean my tits would be spilling out?" Carla laughed.

She still held the shorts up, turning them, studying them. Bill took them from her and the Teddy also. He lay them on the table, then threaded the suspender clip down through the panties.

"If you do it like this, it looks neater and you don't need to unfasten them to take the panties off," he explained, "you don't need to take them off though, the legs are loose so they pull to the side easier," he grinned.

He pointed into the case and told her that there were several pairs of stockings, in all different colours. Has she pulled some out from the corner something else came out with them? It dropped to the floor and Carla stooped to pick it up, then gasped.

"Ah, I didn't realise that was still in there," Bill said, "her favourite toy."

Carla held the item up, a piece of solid porcelain with ribs all the way up, getting slightly thicker towards the bottom where it had a wider circular base. It was around eight inches long and about as thick as a normal penis.

"It's flared at the bottom so it stays in place," Bill told her.

Carla looked at him puzzled, not fully understanding.

"She can use it to rub yourself, inside and out, the ribs help stimulate," he told her, "and if you want to leave it in while you walk around, it won't slip out," he winked and laughed.

"Like, leave it in while I'm cleaning the house or something?" Carla gasped.

"Or going to the shops, or cooking the tea, or for Scott," he said, "or while I'm sitting talking to you," he laughed.

"I've never had a sex toy before, it might come in handy while Scott doesn't fancy me," she frowned.

Bill told her that she could take the case and try them on, to see what fit her, to see what she liked once she'd got them on, and anything she didn't want to bring back and he'd put the case back. He told her that he'd keep an eye on Ella if she wanted to try some on now as she was still asleep, but Carla said would he come over to hers?

He carried the case while Carla gently moved Ella and they went back to her house. She laid the carry cot down and took the case to her bedroom. Bill could hear her moving around, the sound of clothes, and slight gasps when she came to something new. The door was open a little but not much, Bill sneaked over to try to see through but all he could see was the wall. He went back and sat on the sofa when Carla peeped her head around the door.

"Can I ask your opinion?" she said.

"Yeah, what do you want to know," Bill asked.

"Do you think Scott will like these?" she said, biting her lip.

She walked out of the door into view, wearing a scarlet red chemise with matching red hold-up stockings. She lifted the chemise although it barely reached her thighs, to show she had a pair of silk shorts on in the same shade. The chemise itself had a large mesh window at the front, Carla's nipples erect and clearly visible through the material, most of her breasts on show too. Bill whistled loudly.

"Well if he doesn't then dump him, he'd clearly not be human!" he retorted.

Carla laughed and thanked him for his honesty, although she'd expected him not to complain at having his young neighbour friend near enough undressed in front of him. While they were talking she could feel the stockings starting to slip.

"They'll do that without being held up," Bill told her.

Carla told him that she wanted to try something else and he could judge which would be better to seduce Scott with. Bill nodded in agreement, eager to see what different she wore while trying to hide the obvious erection he already sported. She went into the bedroom and before she returned, Ella woke and started crying.

"Damn, I'll be in soon," Carla called out.

"I'll calm her until you get here," Bill called back.

He picked Ella up and started cooing to her, swinging her softly, trying to calm her, while going to the kitchen to get her bottle. He turned on the bottle heater and heard Carla tell him not to bother. He turned to look at her and stopped dead in his tracks.

Thin shoulder straps cascaded down to royal blue lace material, this time not see-through, but it didn't need to be as it barely contained Carla's heavy breasts. The suspender straps at the bottom held up royal blue stockings, and she walked right to him and took Ella from him. She moved and sat on the sofa, and casually pulled one of the cups down and exposed her breast, proceeding to breastfeed Ella.

Bill sat opposite, alternating glances between her exposed breast and between her thighs, where he remembered that set had one press stud button keeping the material from moving apart.

"That one, it matches your eyes," he blurted out, "although there's a similar set in black that would match your hair too if I remember rightly."

It didn't seem to faze Carla sitting opposite him dressed just in underwear with one breast out in the open for him to look at whenever he pleased. He moved on his seat, his cock straining to be unleashed. Even if Scott was tired, he'd let Carla ride him for all she was worth if he were him. His cock twitched thinking about it. He changed his thoughts quickly when he heard Carla yawning.

"Early morning again thanks to madam," she explained.

She finished feeding Ella and put her over her shoulder to wind her, then Bill told her that if she wanted to change he could settle her back to sleep. Carla told him that she was okay for a while, she could change once Ella had nodded off again. She got tired quicker than the baby, however, and while she lay along the sofa Bill rocked Ella to sleep and placed her in her cot in the bedroom, turning on the baby monitor.

He sat on the sofa for a little while, gazing at Carla, watching her breasts rise and fall with each breath, seeing her twist and turn in her sleep. After five minutes he knew she was fully asleep. He walked over gently and pulled the fabric away, exposing her breasts. He touched gently on her nipples until they were erect, hearing soft moans from Carla as he did so. Her mouth fell open, so inviting, but Bill ignored it for a little while longer. He stroked a finger gently along her thighs, watching as she moved slightly, then paused as she moved more onto her back. He traced over her thigh again, watching it move and her legs parted. Quickly he undid the press stud and moved the fabric away.

He slid a finger down over her clit, Carla groaning and pushing her hips up towards him, Bill checking her eyes now and again to make sure she was asleep. He took a quick couple of pictures of his hand working between her legs, then moved his hand to hold the camera. Taking hold of his cock, freshly released from his trousers, he pushed his cock towards her mouth and took another couple of pictures. He was about to put the phone down and slide his hand back between her legs when she groaned again, feeling his cock brush against her lips, and she slid her mouth onto his cock.

Bill froze, staring at her, convinced she knew. But still, she slept, with two inches of his cock in her mouth, and he took a few pictures of this before finally putting the phone down. His hand traced gently over her clit again, and now as he did so she moved her head a little and his cock slid a little further in, making her moan softly again.

Bill suddenly wished he had more hands. He wanted to hold her head and fuck her face. He wanted to play with her big heavy tits, to tweak her nipples, to squeeze them around his shaft, he wanted to slide fingers into her arse at the same time as fingering her soaked pussy. He stared down, hardly able to accept she was still asleep. He settled for wanking his cock into her mouth, slowly, if she woke so be it, he'd deal with the consequences, but he rather she didn't find out. He could finish what he'd started now, but he doubted there would be another time and he didn't want to spoil a good thing.

Carla's hands moved and he paused again. She brushed them over her stomach, across her hips and up her sides, coming to rest on those sweet nipples that Bill wanted to touch, wanted to taste, wanted to bite and use his teeth on. She played with her nipples, moaning as much as his cock would let her, and he started to wank once more. As he played with her clit her hips pushed up a little more, her arse leaving the sofa momentarily each time.

He knew he would last as long as he wanted, but finishing sooner would cut the risk of being caught, and then he'd get other chances to do similar. To help him somewhat, Carla moved her head to the side. She still seemed asleep, but Bill was a little freaked out that she was doing what he was thinking like he was controlling her mind. He heard her groan louder and she pulled at her nipples harder. He needed to cum before she did.

He wanked a little quicker, until finally he pulled out and started to cum, trying to suppress his grunts as he did so. He'd love to have cum in her mouth, to see her swallow his seed, but cumming on the floor would have to do. He sensed she wouldn't be much longer, her hand had replaced his between her legs, and she started to moan louder.

Carla awoke with a start, making herself jump, and rubbed her eyes. She looked about, seeing Bill standing over her holding baby Ella. He had a towel in the other hand, holding it out to her.

"Sorry, wipe your arm, she's just bought up some milk and it dropped on you," Bill told her.

She wiped where he pointed, splashed down her arm, Bill thanking himself for seeing where he'd splashed cum on Carla, thinking himself lucky she was still half asleep to notice it wasn't baby sick after all.

"How long have I been asleep?" Carla asked, "And how long has she been awake?"

"You, about an hour. Madam, long enough to have been given a bottle and have her wind got up," Bill told her.

Carla tried not to let him notice as she casually tried to fasten the press stud between her legs, it must have come undone while she was moving in her sleep, and she hoped Bill hadn't noticed. She knew she'd been dreaming again, she could feel how damp her thighs were and how her clit tingled. This time, the dream was sketchy.

"Wipe your mouth too, you've been drooling," Bill told her.

Carla did so. A flashback of a cock in her mouth flashed through her mind, it must have been part of her dream.

"Are you okay, you looked a little flustered. Dreaming again eh?" Bill laughed.

"No, just still half asleep, thank you for seeing Ella for me," Carla told him.

"I'd better be going back over home anyway, Scott will be back soon won't he?" Bill said, "You may want to get changed unless Ella is asleep when he gets back."

Carla rocked Ella gently until she fell asleep, then went to put her in her bed for the night. She looked at herself in a mirror, it might be an idea to leave these on for Scott, they might be enough to get him to finally have sex with her again. She looked closer, noticing the tops of the stockings were wet. She touched her inner thighs, surprised at how damp they were. Then she remembered the dream.

It had seemed so real, the cock pushing into her mouth, the fingers on her clit, Scott giving her joy at last. Suddenly she jumped. The cock, it wasn't Scott's. She pictured it now, imagined it there in front of her, stretching her mouth, it was a little wider than Scott's. She remembered that it was circumcised, no foreskin like Scott's, and the pre-cum had tasted different when she'd swirled her tongue around it. The fingers on her clit too, Scott didn't tease her like that for long, he preferred to finger her fast and hard, enjoying her groaning loudly as his fingers went faster and faster. She closed her eyes and took herself back to her dream, thinking, trying to see clearer the murkiness of the distorted images.

Bill! Fuck! She jumped, opening her eyes and looking about. Fuck! In her dreams the person got clearer, the body older than Scott, much older, she'd looked up at him in her dream, smiling as he teased her mouth with the end of his cock, teased her clit with his fingers until the mist was gone and Bill had been smiling back at her.

Had she got so comfortable with Bill being around her that she was dreaming about him now? She had no problem breastfeeding around him, she'd flirted and invited him to watch her exposed breast while she did so. She'd joked when her breast had fallen out of her vest top, leaving it exposed for his viewing pleasure. She'd willingly dressed in lingerie and asked his opinion on which she looked most fuckable in. She'd openly contributed to dreaming about him. Her mind raced until she heard the front door open, and Scott whispering that he was back. She looked in the mirror at herself still dressed in the lingerie, and walked into the living room to him.

"Are you okay, you've been a little quiet today?" Bill asked her, "Have I done anything?"

In the back of his mind, he wondered if she had woken last night if she had let it continue and was unhappy with him. But, she'd let it continue then. No, she'd have stopped him surely.

"It's not you," Carla answered, "Scott came home, too tired as normal, and called me a slut for how I was dressed."

"A slut? For that blue outfit? You looked fucking beautiful," Bill told her.

"Well, he didn't think so. I tried the black outfit this morning and he just moaned that Ella was awake and he wanted to spend time with her before he went to work again," she moaned.

"He's gone mad, he must have, it's the only reasonable explanation," Bill said, "unless..."

"Unless what?" Carla asked.

"No, he wouldn't be, he's not that stupid," Bill said, his voice a little lower.

"Unless what?" Carla asked again, her voice raised.

"Unless he's seeing someone else," Bill sighed.

Carla went to speak and then stopped, paused in thought. He did work with Kelly, she was around their age, thinking back he did speak about her a lot. No, surely not. He wouldn't, they had a young child together. But at the same time, they'd not had sex since she was born and they'd barely been able to keep their hands off each other before.

Bill watched her thinking, he'd sown the seeds of doubt. Much as he enjoyed touching her while she lay prone before him, fucking her properly would be so much better. He'd loved having his cock in her mouth, but cumming down her throat would be better. He'd love touching her clit, but fingering her arse while licking her clit would be better. And what would be best of all, trying to cover her massive beautiful tits in his cum. He tried to adjust his legs, knowing his cock was fully erect while thinking about it.

Carla watched him listening to her, he seemed distant, like he was listening but his mind was elsewhere. She watched him move and looked directly at his groin as he moved his legs. Was he hard? Was he thinking about his cock in her mouth? Either way, she was pleasantly surprised at how hard his cock looked, how big it looked, and more importantly that she hadn't expected him to get an erection at his age. Maybe all this time she'd been egging him on, and not realised.

"Bill, can you listen out for Ella for a bit please?" she asked.

"Erm yeah of course?" he answered, "where are you going?"

"There's a few more of those things to try, then you can take the rest back to yours," Carla told him, "she's still asleep anyway."

She walked away from him, swishing her hips a little more to get his attention, just enough to not look obvious. She walked into the bedroom, making sure to leave the door open just enough for him not to need to move it. She quickly checked the previously placed mirror, walked over to the bed and opened the case she'd placed on it earlier. Having placed another mirror by the headboard, she could see the other one without having to turn around.

"Oh, this one is nice," she said, loud enough for Bill to hear.

She'd laid some out on the bed and stripped down to her bra and knickers. She sat on the bed, sliding some white stockings on, standing and admiring her legs in them. Her thighs were a little fat, and the tops of the stockings dug in a little, but she glanced up to see Bill admiring them too. She took a deep breath and bent over, her knickers pulled tight over her buttocks, then quickly glanced to see Bill smiling to himself as he watched on.

She kept her back to him, while watching him In the mirror, and took off her bra. She watched as his hand dropped to his crotch. I do have great tits she smiled to herself as she cupped them before sliding on a silk top that clung to them, a long V dropping deep into her cleavage. She slowly pushed her knickers down her buttocks, onto her thighs, then keeping her legs straight she slid them down her legs. She heard an audible gasp from Bill and she smiled to herself again.

Bill had watched her walk into the bedroom, slyly congratulating himself that the door was ajar, enough for him to peer around. When he got to the door he noticed a mirror, and a quick glance showed him she was facing away. He could use the mirror, but the angle wasn't great, so he popped his head around the door. Hopefully, she wouldn't turn around. She'd picked out the white stockings, he liked those as they had a line running up the back, like a path to the treasure above. She uncovered her big beautiful breasts and played with them for a few seconds, then he had the perfect view as she removed her knickers. In case she turned around quickly, he stood back behind the door and released his cock while he watched her in the mirror.

Carla had to suppress a gasp of her own when she saw his cock. She had a quick look and then closed her eyes. She imagined it pointing towards her mouth, pushing her lips open, and opened them again. Seeing it in real life she was convinced it was his cock she'd dreamt about. But how? She hadn't seen it before. She was glad she'd got the angle of the mirrors right, she could see him just about, but she had to keep glancing so he wasn't aware. She picked up a pair of silk undies and swirled them about, letting him enjoy staring at her bare arse before continuing. She slipped them on, pausing halfway up to keep her bent over for just the tiniest bit longer.

"Bill, is Ella still asleep? If so can I ask your opinion please?" she called out as though he was still on the sofa.

She giggled quietly seeing him shuffle away from the door, adjusting himself and dropping to the sofa.

"Yeah, she's asleep," he called back.

She walked into the room and paused, legs slightly parted, looking forlornly at him.

"Do I look fuckable in these," she asked, biting her lip, "surely Scott would want me dressed like this?"

"You look amazingly sexy, any man would want to fuck you in those," Bill told her.

She sat on the other sofa, elbows rested on her knees, hands holding her head, and sighed loudly.

"Then why doesn't he want to fuck me?" she cried.

Bill looked on, staring between her legs. He'd barely heard the last part, her heavy breasts were almost escaped for their silk captors, the knickers she wore had only the tiniest thin piece of fabric where the gusset was, and from this angle, he could see her swollen mound. He jumped a little as she stood and walked over and next to him. Her thigh brushed against his, her legs open more than she probably should have in that outfit, and one nipple had finally escaped. He should tell her, but he didn't.

"Do you think I'm fuckable Bill?" she asked, turning and putting her knee up onto the sofa, facing him and showing off her exposed pussy more. She pretended that she hadn't realised it was on the show, hadn't realised that her erect nipple was showing, hadn't noticed that Bill didn't know where to stare for the best.

"Erm, if I was Scott I'd be fucking you senseless," he told her, still staring between her legs.

Carla leaned against his shoulder and sighed, her hand resting on his chest, the other around his back, nudging her cleavage around his upper arm. Quickly and without warning she dropped her hand into his crotch.

"Ooh Bill, are you hard, is that because of me?" she giggled.

Bill jumped and went to say he wasn't. It was pointless doing so, her hand now rested flush against his crotch, her palm teasing along the shaft albeit still inside his trousers.

"At least somebody still likes me," Carla purred, "Can I see it?"

It was a rhetorical question as she unzipped him slowly, looking directly into his eyes while biting her lip, opening his belt and sliding her hand inside. She pulled his erection out into view.

"Wow, he's nice, so much harder than I expected, and so wide," she said.

She stroked his cock slowly, squeezing his shaft to make the end ooze pre-cum which she smeared down his shaft with her thumb. She put the other arm around his shoulders.

"Play with my tits Bill, I know you like them, I've seen you looking lovingly at them," she sighed at him.

His hand reached over and he'd freed them both, squeezing gently, circling his thumbs over her nipples in turn, hearing her groan softly at his touch.

"I know what you'd like," she giggled.

She leaned forward, her heavy breasts dropping into his lap, and putting a hand on each she squeezed them around his shaft and started to wank him with her tits. His hand reached down her body, sliding across her buttocks, and she adjusted slightly so his fingers reached their target. They slid inside the tiny gusset and rubbed across her clit. Carla stroked a little faster, groaning at his touch, then paused.

"This is awkward, stand up," she instructed.

He did so, and she lay on the sofa. She reached out and taking hold of his cock, pulled her gently to her. She lifted a knee, parting her legs, nodding to tell him to play between her legs once more. She rubbed his cock over and between her breasts, while wanking him, then looked up at him as she pulled him to her mouth. She slid the first couple of inches into her mouth, then wanked him while she closed her eyes.

Oh god, this felt so much like her dream. She visualised it, the feeling of the cock in her mouth, the feeling of the gentle caressing of her clit, how he hadn't forced his fingers into her or pushed his cock further into her mouth like he wasn't trying to wake her up. Fuck! It wasn't a dream, he must have been doing it anyway!

"Tell me where you want to finish?" Carla asked, momentarily taking her mouth from his cock.

Bill asked her to sit up, then slid his cock between her tits, soaked where his cock had rubbed before. She squeezed her heavy breasts tight around his shaft, looking down and flicking her tongue out to catch the very end as it pushed through her cleavage and up towards her face. Bill started to grunt louder, fucking her tits faster until Carla felt his cock pulse and opened her mouth wide.

Splash, splash, splash. Spurt after spurt flew from his cock with some force, almost hitting her chin and mouth, the rest splattering across her upper chest and neck. By the time he'd finished, it was like a river dripping from her chin and running back down over her nipples and through her cleavage.

Quickly he pushed her back and pushed her knees back, exposing her soaked pussy for his attention. He dropped between her legs, tongue going straight to her clit, little butterfly kisses to tease her. He slid two then three fingers gently into her pussy, twisting his hand, then when wet enough he pulled his hand away and slid a finger over her puckered arsehole. Carla jumped, so he rested a finger in place while he kissed her clit again. He heard Carla whimper, yes, and he slid his finger slowly into her arse.

He gripped tightly but slid in easier than he'd thought. He eased it in a little, then slid a second finger in too. She wiggled a little and groaned for him to be gentle, so he kept his fingers in place and used the other hand to slide three fingers into her pussy. Carla groaned and her hips bucked up at him. He fingered her slowly at first, and then dipped his head and licked at her clit with more gusto.

He moved with her body, feeling her whole lower body pushing against him, her arsehole tight around his fingers, her pussy trying to swallow his fingers deeper still, and as he felt her movements get quicker, so did his tongue and fingers. Her hands went to his head, pulling him hard against her clit, grinding against him until her hips rode and she screamed with delight as her orgasm flew through her body.

"Oh fuck, I needed that," Carla said, gasping for air lying slumped on the sofa.

She looked up through glazed eyes to see Bill fully dressed.

"We shouldn't have done that," Bill told her, walking towards the door.

Carla stood to go after him, but Ella started crying. Around three hours later, Bill heard a knock at his door. He went to answer it and opened the door to see Carla standing there.

"Hi, I was hoping we could talk?" she asked.

"Erm, yeah, I suppose so," Bill told her, waving her in.

"Where's Ella?" he asked once he'd followed her into the living room.

"I left her with Scott's mum, so we wouldn't be disturbed," she answered.

"You seem a little dressed up to just want to talk," he replied.

"Oh this," Carla said, glancing down at her black dress, "I told her that I was going out for drinks with some friends, so I had to look the part."

Bill looked her up and down. The dress he'd noticed, now he saw the black nylon-clad legs and black heels to match. The dress had buttons all down the front, and it clung to her curves perfectly.

"I wanted to make sure we were still okay after earlier?" Carla asked, biting her lip, "You seemed to get away pretty sharpish, I hope you don't regret it."

"We shouldn't have done it, you have to face Scott later," Bill told her.

"It wasn't like we fucked, but it'd be better if he didn't find out then," Carla laughed nervously.

She sat on the sofa and looked up at Bill.

"Do you have anything to drink?" she asked.

"Tea or coffee?" he responded.

"I meant alcoholic, if I pick Ella up later I at least need to smell like I've been for a drink with friends," she laughed.

He went to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of whisky, Carla laughed and said it would be that, it gave her the worst hangovers. They sat talking, finally laughing together, Carla having three drinks fairly quickly. Bill saw her fidgeting, now and again she gasped, then had a gulp of her drink.

"I shouldn't be drinking these, I was tired anyway and these aren't helping," Carla blurted out.

"What time do you have to fetch Ella?" Bill asked.

Carla told him that there was no particular time, she'd offered to have her overnight but Carla told her that Scott might want to fetch her himself later on when he'd finished work. She looked at the clock and said he didn't finish until 6 pm so it was a few hours away yet. As they talked Bill could see her getting more and more tired, yawning and stretching, getting more slumped along the sofa. He knew she'd nodded off when she stopped responding to him talking to her.

He took the glasses and went to wash them up, coming back into the room he stopped and looked at her. She lay on her back, face sideways facing the edge of the cushion. Her big breasts pushed against the material, the buttons straining to hold them in. Bill chuckled and walked softly over to her. He undid the top button, then another, and Carla didn't stir. He opened the next two and pulled the material away.

He marvelled at her cleavage, her breasts almost uncovered for his viewing pleasure. He undid another button and they sprang free. He gasped noticing she wasn't wearing a bra. He softly pressed a finger onto her nipple, hearing Carla softly moan at his touch. His finger circled it, then the other, watching Carla's mouth fall open as she groaned. Using one hand to play with her tits he used the other to undo the other buttons. All of them undone now, he used both hands to pull the dress open.

Oh boy! Not only was she not wearing a bra, she had no knickers on either. Her legs were clamped together tight, and now he played with her nipples while tracing soft lines along her thighs with his finger. It worked and her legs started to part. His finger touched against her clit and she groaned a little louder. He looked towards her face, still asleep, and then released his cock. He stood by her head, gently touching his cock against her lips, reaching down and rubbing gently over her clit. He did so quietly and carefully, making sure not to wake her.

"Hmm that's nice Scott," she sighed.

Bill froze. He stared at her face, eyes still closed, a faint smile of enjoyment. He waved his hand in front of her face, but she didn't flinch.

"Touch me, Scott, please? I've missed it so much," she moaned.

She opened her mouth wider and her hand reached out, taking hold of his cock and feeding it into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the end, and she pushed her hips up towards his fingers. She wanked his cock into her mouth, just the first couple of inches, pushing her wet labia to meet his hand, his fingers sliding through and into her pussy, Carla moaning louder still. She pulled his cock away just long enough to speak.

"Make me cum while you cum in my mouth Scott," she instructed.

Bill watched on, her face content looking despite still being asleep. She pushed her hips up faster, meeting his fingers, groaning louder as Bill started to fuck her mouth. He took his phone out, took a quick couple of pictures, then set it on the floor to voice record.

Her sighs flooded the room, urging him on, her body shaking as her other hand pulled hard at her nipples, twisting and pulling them, urging him on, crying out as her orgasm raged through her body. It was enough to set Bill off, and he started to shoot his cum load down her throat. Bill watched on, amazed, as she lay still asleep, his cum drooling from her mouth.

"Fuck, I love when you cum in my mouth," she murmured.

Bill looked down at his phone still recording and smiled to himself, then stood. He went to pick the phone up and Carla twisted. He stopped, thinking she was going to open her eyes, but she didn't. When she finished moving she was lying face down, her head facing the edge of the cushion again, cum still running from the corner of her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and slurped it down, moaning as she licked her lips.

Bill stared down at her, the dress still open but hanging down her sides. He lifted one arm slowly, gently, and pulled the dress down, then repeated with the other. With a little manoeuvring, he removed it completely and dropped it on the floor. He stood for a few seconds, staring at her round arse, then traced his fingers across her flesh. She groaned, and her legs started to part. Once he had enough room, he slid a finger down and onto her clit again.

"Oh fuck, that feels good," she called out.

He used one hand to gently touch her clit, the other to stroke his cock across her buttocks, feeling her push up to meet him, and then she moved her hands back towards him. He let go of his cock, thinking she was going to do so. Instead, her hands grabbed her buttocks and she pulled them apart.

Bill gasped again as he saw the porcelain end of the dildo. Not only did she have it in, just the flared end visible, it was buried deep in her arsehole. He wiped his cock over her arse a little more, then straddled her thighs. He slid his cock down between her legs, rubbing it along her wet folds and over her clit.

"Scott you fucking tease," she called out, "you know I like that though," she giggled.

Carla pushed her hips up, trying to get Bill's cock to slide further into her pussy, but despite her attempts, Bill held firm for as long as he could hold out for. Eventually, he slid a couple of inches of his cock into her, hearing her groan loudly and asking him not to stop, to fill her, to give her the fucking she'd been crying out for. Instead, Bill teased her further.

Leaving his cock just inside her pussy, he took hold of the dildo in her arse and pulled it gently out. The first part stretched her arse a little until the first rib came out, and her arse contracted a little to grab the dildo again. He continued to do so, enjoying the little squeals as she felt the dildo rubbing against her anal walls.

After a while he paused, still holding the dildo, and slid his cock deeper still into Carla. She groaned again, but as he pushed his cock into her pussy he withdrew the dildo from her. He watched as her puckered hole gaped for a short while, then started to close up again. When it nearly had, he pushed the dildo back inside her.

"Stop teasing me Scott," she cried out, "I know you're not a fan, but fuck my arse please, you know I like it."

Bill didn't need long before he withdrew the dildo and pulled his cock from her, holding it steady against her arsehole. Carla started to push back, groaning loudly as it slid into her arse, Bill watching on as it gripped tightly around his shaft. He pushed in gently, a little more each time until she'd taken his entire length deep in her anal cavity.

"Fuck Scott, I feel so full, your cock seems wider than I remember from the last time we did anal," she spluttered between groans.

Still holding her buttocks open she wiggled her hips, groaning at the movement of his cock inside her, then Bill started fucking her. Her arse was tight, and the feeling of her stockings on his inner thighs as he pushed her legs together to tighten her grip even further, was met by her nylon-clad feet on his lower back as she encouraged him to fuck her faster.

She wanted to reach below herself to touch her clit, but she was pinned down. Bill had his hands on her shoulder blades, his weight pushing her into the sofa, as he fucked her with long deep strokes, taking her breath away each time.

"Oh Scott, this is so much better than last time," Carla called out, "I want to feel you cum in my arse."

Bill leaned up now, still fucking her as hard as before, but now he gripped her hips as he did so. Carla finally managed to sneak a hand under herself and quickly found her clit. She held her hand steady, the movements of their fucking rubbing her clit across her fingers. Suddenly she cried out as Bill slapped her buttocks.

"Ooh Scott, that's extra naughty," she squealed delightfully.

Bill slapped her other buttock, and again, but the fourth time was harder and a step too far. Carla opened her eyes and looked about. She couldn't look behind herself properly, and she glanced towards the blank TV screen. When she saw it, she cried out loudly.

"Bill, what the fuck, what are you doing?" she shouted.

"Fucking your arse like you asked for," Bill answered.

He fucked her faster, one hand on her head to keep her from trying to move, the other on the small of her back which held her still, and trapped her hand underneath her. Despite being shocked to see Bill and not Scott, she had no choice but to enjoy him fucking her as her fingers rubbed along her clit. She tried to fight it, tried to move, but it only made it more enjoyable. Not too long after, she felt her body start to convulse.

"No, no, NO!" she cried out.

Her orgasm rocked through her, far stronger than normal, and she squirted over the sofa. Bill fucked her through her orgasm, not letting up, she'd barely finished cumming before Bill started to shoot deep into her arse. She cried out again, his cock seemingly wider still as he plunged into her while shooting, cum oozing out of her arse with each thrust. Eventually, he pulled away, his cock making a loud slurping sound as it finally left her arse. He quickly picked up his phone to take pictures of her cum splattered arse before she moved.

"Bill, what the fuck?" Carla asked angrily, "You know I'm with Scott."

"You weren't saying that earlier," Bill told her, "and I thought you'd come around now as that's what you wanted."

"I didn't want to fuck you," Carla shouted.

"Oh, but you did. You've been teasing me a lot recently," Bill said quietly.

Carla shook her head and jumped as Bill sat next to her. He scrolled on his phone, showing her various pictures, including ones of her mouth around his cock.

"When did you take those?" she shouted again, "Scott won't believe you anyway."

Bill laughed and played the voice recording. He smiled at her and told her that even if that wasn't proof enough, it wouldn't take him long to change the name she was saying to Bill instead of Scott.

"What, what exactly do you want, Scott can't find out," Carla asked, biting her lip.

"Well, you can start by kneeling down in front of me now and licking my cock clean, and then blowing me. After that, you'll come around here, or invite me around to yours, whenever I want to fuck you, understand?" Bill instructed.

"Do I have to?" Carla sobbed.

"I could just send the photos to Scott, but where would the fun in that be?" Bill laughed, "I'm sure you'd rather be fucked than split up and living alone somewhere, probably not back at your parents."

Carla knelt in front of him and stuck out her tongue. At least he had a decent cock she thought to herself, as he stretched her mouth wide as slid it into her willing throat. There are worse ways I could have been punished she told herself.

"Oh, and when I do come around you can pretend to be asleep, that part was fun too," Bill instructed, laughing as he pulled out and came over her smiling face.