Quarry Ch. 6

Quarry Ch. 6.

As I woke my mind drifted back. To the night as a whole and then to different parts of it. To the sex parts mainly. I had to admit the sex was incredible.

I thought maybe it was the excitement of another man after a few years of marriage. Maybe it was his size, or the way that confidence he exuded made me feel.

Sex three more times after the first. Four times in what, nine hours? That was the stuff of new relationships not married ones.

And then there were the orgasms. One more each time until I think my body asked to rest. Not one each time for him though, which I found unusual. He said that he wasn't as young as he used to be and now preferred quality over quantity. The ones he had sounded like quality.

I turned in the bed to look at him. He was awake and apparently waiting for me.

"Morning," he said with a smile.

"Morning."

"You look beautiful in the mornings."

"Jamie, you liar. I doubt that I look anything more than the unfaithful wife that I am. I hate to think what my hair looks like and suspect that unless morning breath is a kink you have then I am probably not very appealing at the moment."

"I like the windswept unfaithful wife look, especially when she happens to be in my bed."

I smiled at him. "Not the morning breath kink then?"

He shrugged. "I'll try if you will."

I scrunched my face.

"No then," he confirmed.

We sort of appraised each other. Side by side, both naked. The stockings and suspenders had been pulled off and thrown somewhere during the third session. Jamie was sad to see them flung across the room but I'd worn them far too long by then and had indents like rope burns on my hips. I'd have to find them though. I'd also have to get going. Miller would be a jealous wreck by now.

"I have to go."

"So soon? Stay until they kick us out. I'll get a late check-out."

I shook my head. "Decision made. I have to go."

He blinked, smiled again.

"Can I ask you to order me a taxi while I take a shower?"

He nodded. "Of course."

"Avert your eyes, Mr Fletcher."

He put his hand over his eyes with a huge gap between the middle fingers.

Rolling my eyes I got out and padded nude into the bathroom.

I shouted through to him, "Can I use your toothbrush. I know it's gross but I haven't even brought that and given that we have shared saliva among other things all night..."

"You travelled light. Underwear, dress, bag. Of course."

"I travelled so light that the walk back through the hotel will be challenging."

"Oh, I love a good walk of shame," he said with more than a hint of amusement in his tone.

I had no doubt that he did. I made a mental note to leave him in the room and not come down with me. He would be smirking with every shameful step I took.

"That's because men don't have an equivalent. You can wear the same suit and everyone takes you for a businessman."

"True," he conceded.

'Whereas yours truly,' I mused, 'with my short dress, patchy make up and clutch bag filled with stockings, will look like the businessman's entertainment'.

The shower was hot and felt amazing. It helped that the high end hotel had high end body wash in the dispenser. I was thankful that I would return to Miller smelling virtuous if nothing else.

It was unlikely that he would turn me away should I return smelling and tasting of Jamie but his ego was likely to be tender. I wanted him to enjoy this as much as I had. I stopped still for a second at that though. I really had enjoyed it. I had enjoyed it a lot.

The sound of water running elsewhere broke my reverie. Jamie was standing naked at the sink brushing his teeth. He had no shame, but he had the body to pull it off. I tried to keep my eyes away from him. There was a distinct temptation to invite him into the shower with me.

I needn't have bothered.

I was rinsing off my hair when I felt him behind me. Hands circled my hips and pulled me back to him. I could smell the mint on his breath.

"We have thirty minutes," he said.

"Coffee?" I asked sarcastically.

Jamie turned me around towards the tiled wall and I obediently, happily, placed my hands flat on the cool surface. I was helped my a guiding hand on the back of my neck which I seemed to feel much lower down.

"Coffee sounds good."

He reached to get some soap from the dispenser and pooled it in his hands. Then he smoothed across my shoulders and down my back. Large hands cupped my bum and having had a good feel slipped between the apex of my legs.

"Mmm," I moaned as his fingers slipped over my pussy and circled my clit from behind. "I came in here to get cleaned. You are going to make me dirty again."

"I like it when you are dirty."

I silently rolled my eyes and laughed but it came out as a snort. I then laughed again out of embarrassment. Blaming him for it all I reached around and slapped his thigh.

"You will have to be quick and gentle. I need to get ready and I'm a bit tender. I'm not used to all this sex."

"But you kept asking for it."

"Well, that might be true but stamina and this," I reached around again but this time wrapped my hand around his soapy erection, "results in a tender cooch."

He laughed, probably at the word I had used. Then his fingers began to slide over my clit. The touch had the same effect as it had all through the night and I pushed my bum back towards him. He stroked down to my pussy and finding it slippery he parted my lips with his fingers. I held my breath and then exhaled in a rush of air. He pressed the head of his erection to it, pushed and moaned as he entered me. His hands slithered up my wet body and caressed my soapy breasts. He started to fuck me. The water was cascading over and around us. A hand moved down and spooned the slight swell of my belly.

His speed and his breathing had increased. Each slap against my bum began to knock the air from my body with a rush. I braced against the tiles, pushing my bum back.

"I want to cum in your pussy Lauren." It was a demand rather than a request. Jamie didn't do requests. They were just complicated demands.

I nodded. So long as I had time to wash before I had to leave.

"Play with me while you do it." My hand moved his from my belly to between my legs. The other still squeezed and pulled my wet breasts. I sighed as he found my clit but the touches were fleeting as he thumped against my bum. I reached around to feel his skin. His thigh felt huge under my palm. All muscle and sinew. I wanted to grip his bum and urge him into me but couldn't reach. His fucking increased and I had lean against the tiles as he fucked me. His hands moved to my waist.

"I want to see you again Lauren. I want this again." His voice wavered. I couldn't be sure if it was from fucking me or if there was true emotion in it. His desire, the thought of it happening again both thrilled and scared me. I couldn't say yes but neither could I bring myself to say no.

"Fuck me, Jamie. I'm yours now so fuck me."

The words tumbled out as Jamie bit the back of my neck and groaned. His orgasm was loud and powerful. I never thought through the words and what they might mean to him. I hadn't meant them that way. I hadn't.

The walk from the suite to the taxi was as undignified as the walk into the hotel had been elegant. I had walked in the night before feeling like a well-dressed lady. I walked out in the morning feeling like a shameless hooker.

I left the room with my hair still damp and the dress now feeling inappropriately short. The clues were there for all to see. Thankfully they couldn't see inside my bag where I had indeed stored a pair of stockings and a suspender belt.

I met nobody until I got in the lift and then I was joined an older couple presumably heading down for breakfast. They tried to keep straight faces but I am pretty sure that they glanced at each other more than once.

We got out together into the foyer which was busy with guests checking in and leaving. Eyes did a double take as they saw me. Men smirked, some leered. All looking at the woman who went out for a drink and then spent the night in a strangers bed. The women frowned in obvious disapproval for the same reason.

Thankfully most were too concerned with their own morning to worry about mine. But then as I passed reception a woman about my age gave me a long appraising stare. I tried to avoid eye contact. But then I glanced her way, unable to stop myself. I turned quite pink as she smirked like the men had and then followed it up with a wink.

'We all know what you've been doing.'

Then of course the taxi wasn't outside the hotel as the app had claimed. Well that was just brilliant. I stood in the fresh morning air in a dress that barely covered my ass without tights and nothing more than a small bag. Commuters and pedestrians alike gave me quizzical looks as they passed with their jackets pulled up tight or their heaters on max. One by one it dawned on them. I saw it as their expressions melted from confusion to shock, disgust, amusement or my particular favourite snooty condescension. Less a walk of shame and more modelling the shame outside of the hotel in which it took place. Even the concierge was smirking at the looks I got. The taxi couldn't have taken more than a couple of minutes but when every second has you blushing and cringing simultaneously, that's a lifetime.

The taxi journey when it did arrive was long because of traffic but in my mind lasted only minutes. Alone now I unmuted my phone. I expected a slew of messages. Hoped that none of them were regret or 'please don't go through with it'. But there was only one. A single text from Miller sent shortly after I had left the house.

'I know you won't get this until later. I just wanted to say that whatever happens. I will always love you.'

I read that single message and my eyes glazed. As I sat in the taxi on the way home to my husband tears formed and dropped silently into my lap. That was the first time but it wouldn't be the last.

I was met at the door once more by Miller. His eyes looked tired but his expression was a tense mix of concern and disbelief. He kissed and fussed over me until I had my heels off and then he could no longer help himself. He pulled me to him. I could feel his erection between us.

"Did you do it?"

He looked like he was lost and waiting for me to save him. It was endearing and quite different from the man I had just left, but not in a bad way. His desire for me was, if anything, greater than that other man's. I kissed him again. This time longer and more intimate. Then I broke off and moved my lips to his ear.

"Do you still love me?" I whispered.

Miller looked almost shocked by the question. "Of course Lauren. I will always love you."

"I just needed to hear it Miller." I touched the side of his face. "You look tired."

He looked at me as if he wanted to talk about anything but the amount of sleep that he'd had.

"I was worried. Thinking about you."

"You needn't have worried but thank you."

"I'm also desperate for you. I've been like that since you left."

I could tell. He was nudging me with his desperation.

"Then take me to bed. So I can tell you all about my night."

"Do you love me Lauren?" Miller said hastily, as if the reciprocal question had just occurred to him.

I paused, looking into his eyes. Was that question now complicated by what had happened? I did still love him. That hadn't changed and wasn't about to. However the question now had me miss a fraction of a beat before I answered.

"Of course I love you."

Miller's smile was radiant as I took him by the hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom.

He wanted to undress my and I let him. The dress was pulled over my head and I shook out the hair that now looked so different. It was back to its full length below my shoulders. Then my panties. They came off easily and for a second he looked at them with such intensity that I thought he might inspect them. He didn't. He put them to one side and had me sit on the bed so he could remove my heels.

"You took the stockings off."

Maybe that was a mistake. I'd worn them for Jamie and knowing I had taken them off to come home might have hurt. "I can put them back on if you'd like?"

He just shook his head. I could sense the need in him. "Did he like you in them?"

That question was an easy answer. "He did, yes."

Miller's pants and top came off in almost one movement. He was naked within seconds. He was hard and that seemed to embarrass him. He all but covered it.

He urged me onto the bed and I pulled the covers over us, giggling. The bed was warm and familiar. I felt comfortable and almost wished that I had stayed here last night.

"You don't need to hide it," I told him. "I already know it turns you on."

He just blushed and pulled me to him as if I was a barrier to his embarrassment. "Did you have sex with him, Lauren?"

I nodded. When he saw the confirmation, he seemed to tense. Then he pulled at me, pressing himself between my legs breathlessly.

"What was it like? Was it good? Oh God, Lauren. Did he hurt you? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

A small chuckle escaped me. His mind seemed to be in turmoil. Wanting every scrap of detail instantly.

"No, Miller, he didn't hurt me." I thought back to the spanking and his size but I needed to slow my husband down before he exploded.

Then he pulled away and flung the covers off so that he could see me. He began inspecting me, like he could uncover clues on my naked skin about what had happened. His eyes roamed over my breasts, my shoulders and belly. Then he gazed at my pussy and stopped.

"You look so incredible, Lauren. So sexy."

He moved down and was now checking my thighs and turning me slightly so he could check my bum. I giggled. He wanted to know I was unharmed and that Jamie hadn't gone too far. I liked his care for me and I let him. Then he parted my legs and paused again. His eyes were blazing as he looked directly at my pussy.

"He didn't hurt me, Miller," I repeated softly.

"It looks sore," was all he said.

It was but there was no way I was even considering a rain check on this. "Then kiss it better, if you want to?"

He looked up. His expression was questioning, like he was asking if he could really do that or... The penny dropped.

"I showered this morning. Kiss it better for me"

With his question answered his mouth pressed against my sex and his tongue licked urgently. It was as if he were trying to get his tongue in me like a cock. I groaned, wriggled and reached to hold his hair.

"That's so nice baby," I told him.

I expected him to lick me for even longer than usual but then he was up and between my legs again. The turmoil was evident in his expression. I stroked the side of his head and waited.

"Can I fuck you, Lauren? Please, I need to."

I smiled at the request, one I truly hadn't expected. I never thought he would ask for permission today, now. I could feel how hard he was as it pressed against the swell of my vagina. It was rigid.

I nodded as I spoke. "Of course you can, Miller." He was moving his erection between my legs before I had finished. As I added, "Just be gentle. It's a little sore."

He groaned but then didn't seem to know where to look or what to do. He was almost whimpering as he pressed himself into me. His arms were shaking as he held his own weight above me. His eyes were darting over my body.

"What did he do to you, Lauren?"

The question was too big to answer but his reaction and his fractured thrusts into my pussy told me he didn't need a detailed response. He just needed to know one crucial thing so that he could take me back. I lifted my head and whispered into his ear as he trembled and his eyes closed tight shut.

"He fucked me, Miller. He fucked me over and over. He fucked me all night."

Seconds later that first orgasm was accompanied by cries I had never hear my husband make before. His face was buried into the nape of my neck and he pulled me too him so hard that it almost left marks. I thought at one point that the cries had turned to tears and felt my heart sink at the thought of hurting him. Then his eyes opened and he began to look at my body once again. It was as if he had never seen me nude before.

"I love you so much, Lauren. I love you so much it hurts."

We remained in bed for all of the morning and quite a bit of the afternoon. The blinds remained shut and for once the world outside wasn't half so interesting as the one inside. Miller asked questions and I answered each one with honesty and truth. I told him that I had enjoyed the sex, that I had come with Jamie multiple times, that his penis was large and thick and quite a bit bigger than Miller's. Each confession, each account of the sex and the acts we performed for and on each other was met with a need of Miller's to be satisfied. He had never been so hard for so long. He had never needed so much sex and had never been able to ejaculate and then remain hard. Until he was reclaiming me.

When I became too sore and unable to let Miller keep having sex, I used my mouth on him. As I did, I told him of having Jamie's cock in my mouth. I detailed the experience of it to him. Miller came as quickly and as violently as he had the first time that morning. Soon afterward he asked me to tell him about it again. He told me that hearing that I had taken Jamie's cock in my mouth was one of the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. When I asked him what made that act so erotic, he shook his head and said, "His ugly penis, that engorged cock leaking cum for you, in your beautiful mouth. He doesn't know how lucky he has been."

I thought for a moment. He was lucky. I had thought I was the only lucky one. Not necessarily the experience with Jamie, though that too, but how lucky I was to have a husband who would share me like that. I know that it was for his pleasure, as always, but that didn't take away from the trust he placed in me. I could hurt him so easily. I could tear apart his world and still have everything I needed in mine. He knew that and yet he let me go to a man who wanted me. That coveted what Miller had. I truly believed that my husband wanted me to experience greater pleasure, even if it came at a price that he would pay. He was willing to take that risk. It was for him but it was always about me.

"You paint such a pretty picture Miller," I said as I laughed. He laughed with me.

"It's just so visceral Lauren. I cant stop thinking about it. What he did to you." I felt him still trembling. "What you did to him."

"So," I hesitated before I asked the question that was on my mind. "Do you have regrets, about what I did?"

"About what we did," he corrected me. "We did this together. The answer is no. I was terrified. I wanted to call you to come back as soon as you had gone. I didn't want him to have you and then I did. I was a mess all night."

"They sound like regrets to me."

"But, I wanted to share you. I wanted it to be him because of who he was and all of the annoying self-confidence that he cannot help displaying. His self-important arrogance. I wanted you to experience that because I know you find it attractive. I knew that you had that itch for him because of it."

I was surprised at the phrase. I couldn't recall ever using it around him but it was exactly how I had felt about Jamie.

"I know that I am unable to do the things to you that he does or to make you feel the way that he can. Not because I wouldn't want to, but because I would have to be his size with an ego to match. That and an attitude towards women and marriage and married women that would otherwise appall me."

"That makes you a good man, Miller. Better than him. A far better husband than he would ever make."

"A better husband, but maybe not a better lover."

"One of which I occasionally want to sleep with. The other I want to share my life with."

He shrugged. "I just don't understand why I find it an incredible turn-on. The most erotic thing ever."

"To give me away to a man you dislike?"

"I don't dislike Jamie. In many ways I envy him. His confidence, his size, because a lot of women like that in a man. His complete disregard for morals and rules of society if it gets in his way of getting the things that he wants. Getting between the legs of the women that he wants."

I smiled at him. "He does tend to get between women's legs."

Miller stroked down my belly and his fingers tickled the sensitive skin around my pussy.

"Even that unfairness turns me on. He gets far more than his fair share and he is so big-headed about it. Like it's his right. Then he just keeps wanting more. Getting beautiful women like you in his bed."

"Well, he's had his fun. We had ours."

Miller smiled at me but there was something about his expression that told me he had a question. I knew that look. It was there when we first started talking his fantasies through. I suspected I might know what the question was and while it excited me, the prospect also worried me. I had liked the night with Jamie. Had I liked it too much? Would that question Miller was waiting for permission to ask be chasing what we both liked? All three of us, I suppose. Or would it be taking a risk with something that just wasn't worth risking? For any pleasure, no matter how good it felt. If I was honest, I knew the answer to his question even before the question itself was asked. I had begun to think about it as a possibility sometime last night. Today in the shower as he touched me before I left.

"What?" I asked. My tummy fluttering and something inside telling me to avoid the question- certainly the answer, because of the way I was feeling about it all.

"This is what's so twisted about me, Lauren. After everything I've just said, all I want to know is if you would like to see him again?"

Epilogue.

One year later.

The mask fitted snugly over my eyes. I could see nothing. My senses had responded and every other one tingled with anticipation. I could almost smell the male in the room with me. Hear him stalking the bed that I knelt on.

My senses of touch and taste waited eagerly.

I had arrived in accordance with the given instructions, which were all but mandatory now. The time and the place of course. The short black dress that hugged my body. White panties but nothing else. Not this time.

The location was a high-end hotel. This had never been done in a home. This wasn't suitable for a home. The room was on the fifth floor with panoramic views and amazing decor. The bed was plush, the carpet thick and the ambience private. A card had been left for me at reception. When I got to the room, it had been empty, or at least silent. A mask sat on the bed. It was black with gold stitching. I knew by now to put it on and with my vision taken from me, I was to sit and wait.

As my eyes got used to the darkness so my ears began to pick out sounds. Cloth rubbing together as if someone had crossed their legs. Breathing so quiet I wasn't sure if it was real. Then a throat was cleared sharply and I flinched. When he moved around the room I could definitely smell him. That familiar cologne. He didn't speak, though. He stood close enough for me to feel his presence. My nerves frayed slightly with each passing moment. The anticipation mixed with the lost the sense of sight. As time passed, I began to tremble. Not fear but possibility.

Fingers touched the fringe of my hair and I jumped again only for it to be tucked behind my ear. It was almost a caress. But then that was the way it always started.

A thumb pulled lightly at my bottom lip and I let it. I had little choice. Then my chin was tilted up. I was being appraised. The female in the mask came to play.

"Take off the dress," he said abruptly.

I stood close to him, smoothed the dress off my shoulders and then pulled it down off my breasts. I felt hungry eyes on them. I pushed the dress over my hips and it dropped to the floor. From there, I kicked it aside. I knew his eyes were now on my body, only covered by panties. The awkward embarrassment of being exposed made me sit back on the bed with my hands in my lap to cover what I could.

I waited.

"On the bed, Lauren," he said.

I turned, half standing, and bent as I felt my way onto the bed. His eyes would be on my bum now, as I slinked to the centre, knelt and rolled onto a hip.

"No," he said sharply.

A hand pressed on my back just below the shoulder and pushed me easily onto my hands and knees.

"On all fours," he said.

I did what I was told. My bum poised in the air covered only by the thin material of my underwear. The seconds ticked over and my brain touched on the possibilities. A spanking? Sex from behind? Fingered? They all had their advantages and they all helped to pool the moisture that was welling just inside the entrance to my pussy.

Then fingers were pulling at the waistband of the panties and my hips rolled in small, almost imperceptible circles. They were tugged gently over my hips. The fabric slipped over rounded buttocks and then down off my pussy. They were lowered but not removed. He could see me now. The pink slit of my vagina and the darker circle of my anus. I knew how he liked to see that.

I heard a crack in the air and I knew immediately what it was, even before I registered the pain. My thighs pressed together as I let out a stifled groan. Another crack and then the sting, the knowledge of being spanked and the pleasure that it brought. I wanted to shy away from it. I wanted him to hit me harder. There were eight, nine more. Each of the latter ones made me groan. They made my hips rock.

Then I felt his large hands on my bum. They spread me apart and opened me to his gaze. A tongue touched my sensitive vulva and lapped. I might have thought about how unusual this was for him but I was too busy biting a lip and moaning at the pleasure. Too busy wondering if the trickle down my inner thigh was all me or had his mouth had contributed.

His tongue explored. First the softness of my labia. Then around it into the slender line of pubic hair. Then inside me, licking as that pooling of arousal spilled onto his tongue. His mouth moved away. He was still close and I could feel warm breath on my sex as he spoke.

"You love being fucked don't you Lauren?"

I nodded with my eyes closed and hoping that he would stop talking and lick between my legs again. Instead a thumb touched the centre of my anus and pulled skin firmly to one side. I shifted slightly and then sighed as I felt tiny electrical impulses jump from there to my pussy and back again.

"Maybe we should try and fuck you here again?" he mused.

I was sure he was teasing. Almost sure. I remembered allowing him to try. It wasn't something that Miller and I had done but he was different. So much was different now. I pushed those thoughts aside. They were for another time, not now.

"It's too big," I told him. It was the truth. When I had tried it had been my first time. I think that perhaps that was why he was so interested in it. Do something to me nobody else has. To be the first. Men like that don't they. But no matter how much lubrication he used I couldn't stretch to take the thickness of his cock. So he filled me with his fingers and I wanked myself off with them inside. A more stimulating experience than I thought it would be.

Then the thoughts were whipped away. His tongue licked me there, where his thumb still had me stretched and exposed.

This really was unusual. It was nice though. Perhaps I could reward him.

"I would try again," I said quietly as he licked. "For you."

While I meant it, I hoped that he saw this as a future event and not an immediate invitation. I'd had to prepare that first time.

He continued to lick it. His tongue was firm and probing. I felt a little embarrassed by each intrusion and wondered if he was doing it deliberately to push my buttons. Men liked that too, didn't they.

"Play with yourself," he told me. As he said it I felt him back away from the bed. Now he was watching. Me alone on the bed with the blindfold. My knickers partially down. And then doing what I was told. My hand between my legs. Dipping into the cum from my pussy and using it to lube my clit. I moaned at the thought of what he could see and the pleasure I was giving myself.

"Make me do something slutty. Please. Something dirty."

That would make him smile. I couldn't see but knew that it would. He was silent for a moment as if thinking. Then I felt fingers between my legs, opening my wet labia and pushing into the slippery hole of my cunt. I could feel and hear them slipping in and out. The penetration sent shivers up my spine. My skin tingled and my body took over. I heard myself moan as he fingered me.

"You will never need to do anything to prove what a slut you are Lauren. You behave like one every time I am with you. You beg to be fucked. Your cunt it always soaking for anyone that wants to use it."

I hated the words he used. They were demeaning. It also turned me on to be called and treated like a slut. By him, like this. It had been the same for so long now. I writhed back onto his fingers as they eased inside me.

He took them out slowly as if to keep them covered in the lubrication my body had produced in copious amounts. Then he stood and I heard him walk around me. I knew what was coming and was open mouthed and waiting by the time he was in front of me. I heard him laugh when he saw me like a bird waiting to feed.

"Are you desperate tonight Lauren?"

"Mmm," was all I could manage.

I could smell sex on his fingers. I let my tongue find my way to them. They were coated with juice from my pussy and I licked at the slippery surface and then hooked them into my mouth with a moan. My hand quickened between my legs and I felt a familiar tightness between my pussy and my tummy. It made me moan on the fingers as I cleaned my own slick cum off them.

"I will fuck you now Lauren. If you ask nicely."

I needed no further motivation. I was needy and frustrated. I would do what he wanted willingly and far more just to feel that beautiful cock inside me once more.

"Please. Please fuck me. I know I'm just a slut but if you have sex with me I'll do anything that you want. I'll beg in public. I'll call you Sir. I'll crawl for you. Just fuck me."

This was how sex went with him now. This is how I liked to have sex with him. It was anonymous, staged and offered me the freedom to play the part of a princess, of a slut and of everything in between. I had been for meals at which I was dressed as elegantly as I had when this all started. I had gone to nightclubs in a dress so short my ass was on display unless I continually pulled it down. I had gone to the cinema and shopping for underwear. I had done so many things, so many dates since this all started and yet this remained my favourite. Summoned to a hotel room and used as a sex toy. Made to obey, made to beg, spanked, sometimes tied, and then fucked.

He was behind me now and the bed sagged with his weight. He stroked my back but there was more possession in the touch than tenderness. He moved to my waist with one hand as the other cupped one ripe breast and lifted its weight.

"You are so beautiful Lauren. So beautiful naked on your hands and knees. Slutty, but beautiful"

"Please, sex."

My hand remained busy between my legs but stroking my clitoris slowly now. Edging myself. I wanted his thick cock stretching me when I came. He moved the hand on my waist. I thought I could feel him playing with himself. The other hand on my breast pinched it's nipple providing just enough pain to divert my attention. Then he guided his erection into the soaking pussy in front of him. He pushed inside and I pushed back. We both groaned. He pulled out and then pushed firmly back in. His entire cock buried in my pussy so quickly that I began panting. Following the frustration the pleasure was intense.

"So tight," he said. "So young and so firm. You were made for sex, Lauren. Your body was made for men like me."

"Use me then," I said, my voice an urgent growl.

His hips slapped against my buttocks. I could feel large balls bouncing off my inner thighs as they swung between his legs. The friction of our fucking made us both heave in satisfaction. I began to feel an orgasm close in. My fingers searched between us, under my panties, and stroked around the base of his cock. I used the lubrication there to let them slip across my clit. I was so close.

Then he pulled out. I whined at the loss of him and the theft of my satisfaction. Hands pulled and pushed as I was spun and positioned back onto the bed, on my back. The panties were pulled harshly off. He came down on top of me. His weight thumped the air from my body and I gasped to replace it. His cock was back inside me, up inside my belly.

"Oh fuck," I groaned as he began to ram his length into me over and over. My legs wrapped around the back of his. He pulled and squeezed at my breasts. I responded as his mouth found mine and quickly opened for him. Our tongues slid together as wet as the union between our legs.

"Please, can I wank myself," I begged in a rushed breath. "I'm so close."

"While I cum in you?"

I couldn't deny him, regardless of the consequences. I would figure out what to do with that later. Instead, I nodded and hoped that he was looking. He must have seen because he moved his weight off me a little and that was all I needed to get my hand between our sweating bodies and back onto my sex. His own hand supported his weight and the other gripped my neck. It was firm, never quite tight but it pinned me to the bed and left me in no doubt who had control. I moaned in response. His cock bottomed out in me again and again. His breathing was rapid. Urgent. His desperation to be inside me and to fuck me tipped me over the edge. The demands that he made upon my body. I wrapped myself eagerly around his frame and clung to him. I came as I heaved against his weight. The darkness made the lights that appeared in my brain vivid. It made the noise I made louder and less inhibited. It crystallized the pleasure.

As I began to come down he came. His cries overtook mine. I wanted it to be inside me. I wanted that closeness, the intimacy of having his semen in me. His hips jerked and the hard and steady strokes were replaced by uncontrolled thrusts. Then he was quiet except for the rush of air. We were both quiet.

The mask remained on. That was another instruction. I lay panting for breath as my body crossed a plateau of satisfaction. I always felt a stillness and a contentment after these meetings, the ones where I was used by him. It was a feeling that had never truly been there with Miller. I hadn't appreciated what absolute satisfaction was like until the first time. It wasn't the love and bonding that I got from intimacy with Miller. It was a satisfaction baser than love but just as welcome. But it came at a cost. I knew that. Miller knew it.

He shifted on the bed beside me. Close but not touching. My thoughts were in the room with him but also miles away, months away. Why? Because this was all about 'him' wasn't it. This was all about Jamie. That's where all this had started.

I felt his weight lift and then he was dressing. I sat up on the bed's edge and listened. Tying the noises and actions together. I felt him down in front of me, his breath on my lips.

"I should be going," he said and gave me the lightest of kisses. "Will you call me?"

I nodded but kept the mask in place and remained silent.

Then another kiss, this one longer and tender. He stood and I heard the door open and close almost noiselessly. Just light fabrics brushing and dull metallic clicks.

I was alone. A few minutes passed. Maybe more. I sat still on the edge of the bed. Naked. Smelling of sex. Then I heard the blip of the key card at the door as it opened, closed once more. A man back at my feet, between my legs and close to my naked sex.

"Did he message you?" I asked, starting to want the mask off now.

"No, I met him in the foyer."

"Was it awkward?"

"No. I like Paul. He's one of the nicer ones."

Hands touched the sides of my head delicately. They eased the mask up and off my face, dropping it onto the bed. My eyes adjusted to the light. Scrunched up at first then smiling with him when I was able to open them.

"Hello," I said.

"Hello," he replied. Miller's eyes sparkled. His smile broadened, with his love for me radiating from it.

"You might not like him so much when I tell you what I let him do." I looked down briefly, between my legs.

He gave me a disappointed look before the smile returned.

"I wish I hadn't invited him out for a drink this weekend now."

"You didn't!" My heart thumped in my chest. He laughed again.

"I didn't. But I do like him."

I poked him in the chest. "Well now I'm pleased I let him." Then I thought about an alternative punishment. "Although I could always make you go down there anyway. Who knows, you might like it after all." I wriggled my eyebrows.

Miller smirked, shook his head. "Still not my thing."

"Shame. I think it's quite hot. If not that, then what?"

"I'll just have to claim you back." He moved toward me and pressed me back onto the bed. As he did he fumbled with his pants, pushing them down to his ankles along with his shorts.

"Tell me what he did to you Lauren. Tell me what that enormous male did to your beautiful body."

Miller pushed his erection into me. There was little resistance. Just a wet slide into my pussy.

I groaned, "Well, he came in me, but I guess you already know that."

The end...? Quarry Ch. 6

As I woke, my mind drifted back. To the night as a whole and then to different parts of it. To the sex parts mainly. I had to admit the sex was incredible.

I thought maybe it was the excitement of another man after a few years of marriage. Maybe it was his size, or the way that confidence he exuded made me feel.

Sex three more times after the first. Four times in what, nine hours? That was the stuff of new relationships not married ones.

And then there were the orgasms. One more each time until I think my body asked to rest. Not one each time for him, though, which I found unusual. He said that he wasn't as young as he used to be and now preferred quality over quantity. The ones he had sounded like quality.

I turned in the bed to look at him. He was awake and apparently waiting for me.

"Morning," he said with a smile.

"Morning."

"You look beautiful in the mornings."

"Jamie, you liar. I doubt that I look anything more that the unfaithful wife that I am. I hate to think what my hair looks like and suspect that unless morning breath is a kink you have then I am probably not very appealing at the moment."

"I like the windswept unfaithful wife look, especially when she happens to be in my bed."

I smiled at him. "Not the morning breath kink then?"

He shrugged. "I'll try if you will."

I scrunched my face.

"No then," he confirmed.

We sort of appraised each other. Side by side, both naked. The stockings and suspenders had been pulled off and thrown somewhere during the third session. Jamie was sad to see them flung across the room but I'd worn them far too long by then and had indents like rope burns on my hips. I'd have to find them though. I'd also have to get going. Miller would be a jealous wreck by now.

"I have to go."

"So soon? Stay until they kick us out. I'll get a late check-out."

I shook my head. "Decision made. I have to go."

He blinked, smiled again.

"Can I ask you to order me a taxi while I take a shower?"

He nodded. "Of course."

"Avert your eyes, Mr Fletcher."

He put his hand over his eyes with a huge gap between the middle fingers.

Rolling my eyes, I got out and padded nude into the bathroom.

I shouted through to him, "Can I use your toothbrush. I know it's gross but I haven't even brought that and given that we have shared saliva among other things all night..."

"You travelled light. Underwear, dress, bag. Of course."

"I travelled so light that the walk back through the hotel will be challenging."

"Oh, I love a good walk of shame," he said with more than a hint of amusement in his tone.

I had no doubt that he did. I made a mental note to leave him in the room and not come down with me. He would be smirking with every shameful step I took.

"That's because men don't have an equivalent. You can wear the same suit and everyone takes you for a businessman."

"True," he conceded.

'Whereas yours truly,' I mused, 'with my short dress, patchy makeup and clutch bag filled with stockings, will look like the businessman's entertainment'.

The shower was hot and felt amazing. It helped that the high-end hotel had high-end body wash in the dispenser. I was thankful that I would return to Miller smelling virtuous if nothing else.

It was unlikely that he would turn me away should I return smelling and tasting of Jamie but his ego was likely to be tender. I wanted him to enjoy this as much as I had. I stopped still for a second at that though. I really had enjoyed it. I had enjoyed it a lot.

The sound of water running elsewhere broke my reverie. Jamie was standing naked at the sink, brushing his teeth. He had no shame, but he had the body to pull it off. I tried to keep my eyes away from him. There was a distinct temptation to invite him into the shower with me.

I needn't have bothered.

I was rinsing off my hair when I felt him behind me. Hands circled my hips and pulled me back to him. I could smell the mint on his breath.

"We have thirty minutes," he said.

"Coffee?" I asked sarcastically.

Jamie turned me around towards the tiled wall and I obediently, happily, placed my hands flat on the cool surface. I was helped my a guiding hand on the back of my neck, which I seemed to feel much lower down.

"Coffee sounds good."

He reached to get some soap from the dispenser and pooled it in his hands. Then he smoothed across my shoulders and down my back. Large hands cupped my bum and having had a good feel slipped between the apex of my legs.

"Mmm," I moaned as his fingers slipped over my pussy and the circled my clit from behind. "I came in here to get cleaned. You are going to make me dirty again."

"I like it when you are dirty."

I silently rolled my eyes and laughed but it came out as a snort. I then laughed again out of embarrassment. Blaming him for it all I reached around and slapped his thigh.

"You will have to be quick and gentle. I need to get ready and I'm a bit tender. I'm not used to all this sex."

"But you kept asking for it."

"Well, that might be true but stamina and this," I reached around again but this time wrapped my hand around his soapy erection, "results in a tender cooch."

He laughed, probably at the word I had used. Then his fingers began to slide over my clit. The touch had the same effect as it had all through the night and I pushed my bum back towards him. He stroked down to my pussy and finding it slippery, he parted my lips with his fingers. I held my breath and then exhaled in a rush of air. He pressed the head of his erection to it, pushed and moaned as he entered me. His hands slithered up my wet body and caressed my soapy breasts. He started to fuck me. The water was cascading over and around us. A hand moved down and spooned the slight swell of my belly.

His speed and his breathing had increased. Each slap against my bum began to knock the air from my body with a rush. I braced against the tiles, pushing my bum back.

"I want to cum in your pussy, Lauren." It was a demand rather than a request. Jamie didn't do requests. They were just complicated demands.

I nodded. So long as I had time to wash before I had to leave.

"Play with me while you do it." My hand moved his from my belly to between my legs. The other still squeezed and pulled my wet breasts. I sighed as he found my clit but the touches were fleeting as he thumped against my bum. I reached around to feel his skin. His thigh felt huge under my palm. All muscle and sinew. I wanted to grip his bum and urge him into me but couldn't reach. His fucking increased and I leaned against the tiles as he fucked me. His hands moved to my waist.

"I want to see you again Lauren. I want this again." His voice wavered. I couldn't be sure if it was from fucking me or if there was true emotion in it. His desire, the thought of it happening again both thrilled and scared me. I couldn't say yes but neither could I bring myself to say no.

"Fuck me, Jamie. I'm yours now so fuck me."

The words tumbled out as Jamie bit the back of my neck and groaned. His orgasm was loud and powerful. I never thought through the words and what they might mean to him. I hadn't meant them that way. I hadn't.

The walk from the suite to the taxi was as undignified as the walk into the hotel had been elegant. I had walked in the night before feeling like a well-dressed lady. I walked out in the morning feeling like a shameless hooker.

I left the room with my hair still damp and the dress now feeling inappropriately short. The clues were there for all to see. Thankfully they couldn't see inside my bag where I had indeed stored a pair of stockings and a suspender belt.

I met nobody until I got in the lift and then I was joined an older couple presumably heading down for breakfast. They tried to keep straight faces but I am pretty sure that they glanced at each other more than once.

We got out together into the foyer which was busy with guests checking in and leaving. Eyes did a double take as they saw me. Men smirked, some leered. All looking at the woman who went out for a drink and then spent the night in a stranger's bed. The women frowned in obvious disapproval for the same reason.

Thankfully, most were too concerned with their own morning to worry about mine. But then as I passed reception a woman about my age gave me a long appraising stare. I tried to avoid eye contact. But then I glanced her way, unable to stop myself. I turned quite pink as she smirked like the men had and then followed it up with a wink.

'We all know what you've been doing.'

Then of course the taxi wasn't outside the hotel as the app had claimed. Well that was just brilliant. I stood in the fresh morning air in a dress that barely covered my ass without tights and nothing more than a small bag. Commuters and pedestrians alike gave me quizzical looks as they passed with their jackets pulled up tight or their heaters on max. One by one it dawned on them. I saw it as their expressions melted from confusion to shock, disgust, amusement or my particular favourite snooty condescension. Less a walk of shame and more modelling the shame outside of the hotel in which it took place. Even the concierge was smirking at the looks I got. The taxi couldn't have taken more than a couple of minutes but when every second has you blushing and cringing simultaneously that's a lifetime.

The taxi journey when it did arrive was long because of traffic but in my mind lasted only minutes. Alone now I unmuted my phone. I expected a slew of messages. Hoped that none of them were regret or 'please don't go through with it'. But there was only one. A single text from Miller sent shortly after I had left the house.

'I know you won't get this until later. I just wanted to say that whatever happens. I will always love you.'

I read that single message and my eyes glazed. As I sat in the taxi on the way home to my husband, tears formed and dropped silently into my lap. That was the first time but it wouldn't be the last.

I was met at the door once more by Miller. His eyes looked tired but his expression was a tense mix of concern and disbelief. He kissed and fussed over me until I had my heels off and then he could no longer help himself. He pulled me to him. I could feel his erection between us.

"Did you do it?"

He looked like he was lost and waiting for me to save him. It was endearing and quite different from the man I had just left, but not in a bad way. His desire for me was, if anything, greater than that other man's. I kissed him again. This time longer and more intimate. Then I broke off and moved my lips to his ear.

"Do you still love me?" I whispered.

Miller looked almost shocked by the question. "Of course Lauren. I will always love you."

"I just needed to hear it, Miller." I touched the side of his face. "You look tired."

He looked at me as if he wanted to talk about anything but the amount of sleep that he'd had.

"I was worried. Thinking about you."

"You needn't have worried but thank you."

"I'm also desperate for you. I've been like that since you left."

I could tell. He was nudging me with his desperation.

"Then take me to bed. So I can tell you all about my night."

"Do you love me Lauren?" Miller said hastily, as if the reciprocal question had just occurred to him.

I paused, looking into his eyes. Was that question now complicated by what had happened? I did still love him. That hadn't changed and wasn't about to. However, the question now had me miss a fraction of a beat before I answered.

"Of course I love you."

Millers smile was radiant as I took him by the hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom.

He wanted to undress my and I let him. The dress was pulled over my head and I shook out the hair that now looked so different. It was back to its full length below my shoulders. Then my panties. They came off easily and for a second he looked at them with such intensity that I thought he might inspect them. He didn't. He put them to one side and had me sit on the bed so he could remove my heels.

"You took the stockings off."

Maybe that was a mistake. I'd worn them for Jamie and knowing I had taken them off to come home might have hurt. "I can put them back on if you'd like?"

He just shook his head. I could sense the need in him. "Did he like you in them?"

That question was an easy answer. "He did, yes."

Miller's pants and top came off in almost one movement. He was naked within seconds. He was hard and that seemed to embarrass him. He all but covered it.

He urged me onto the bed and I pulled the covers over us giggling. The bed was warm and familiar. I felt comfortable and almost wished that I had stayed here last night.

"You don't need to hide it," I told him. "I already know it turns you on."

He just blushed and pulled me to him as if I was a barrier to his embarrassment. "Did you have sex with him, Lauren?"

I nodded. When he saw the confirmation, he seemed to tense. Then he pulled at me, pressing himself between my legs breathlessly.

"What was it like? Was it good? Oh God, Lauren. Did he hurt you? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

A small chuckle escaped me. His mind seemed to be in turmoil. Wanting every scrap of detail instantly.

"No, Miller, he didn't hurt me." I thought back to the spanking and his size but I needed to slow my husband down before he exploded.

Then he pulled away and flung the covers off so that he could see me. He began inspecting me, like he could uncover clues on my naked skin about what had happened. His eyes roamed over my breasts, my shoulders and belly. Then he gazed at my pussy and stopped.

"You look so incredible, Lauren. So sexy."

He moved down and was now checking my thighs and turning me slightly so he could check my bum. I giggled. He wanted to know I was unharmed and that Jamie hadn't gone too far. I liked his care for me and I let him. Then he parted my legs and paused again. His eyes were blazing as he looked directly at my pussy.

"He didn't hurt me, Miller," I repeated softly.

"It looks sore," was all he said.

It was but there was no way I was even considering a rain check on this. "Then kiss it better, if you want to?"

He looked up. His expression was questioning, like he was asking if he could really do that or... The penny dropped.

"I showered this morning. Kiss it better for me"

With his question answered, his mouth pressed against my sex and his tongue licked urgently. It was as if he were trying to get his tongue in me like a cock. I groaned, wriggled and reached to hold his hair.

"That's so nice, baby," I told him.

I expected him to lick me for even longer than usual but then he was up and between my legs again. The turmoil was evident in his expression. I stroked the side of his head and waited.

"Can I fuck you, Lauren? Please, I need to."

I smiled at the request, one I truly hadn't expected. I never thought he would ask for permission today, now. I could feel how hard he was as it pressed against the swell of my vagina. It was rigid.

I nodded as I spoke. "Of course you can, Miller." He was moving his erection between my legs before I had finished. As I added, "Just be gentle. It's a little sore."

He groaned but then didn't seem to know where to look or what to do. He was almost whimpering as he pressed himself into me. His arms were shaking as he held his own weight above me. His eyes were darting over my body.

"What did he do to you, Lauren?"

The question was too big to answer but his reaction and his fractured thrusts into my pussy told me he didn't need a detailed response. He just needed to know one crucial thing so that he could take me back. I lifted my head and whispered into his ear as he trembled and his eyes closed tight shut.

"He fucked me, Miller. He fucked me over and over. He fucked me all night."

Seconds later that first orgasm was accompanied by cries I had never hear my husband make before. His face was buried into the nape of my neck and he pulled me too him so hard that it almost left marks. I thought at one point that the cries had turned to tears and felt my heart sink at the thought of hurting him. Then his eyes opened and he began to look at my body once again. It was as if he had never seen me nude before.

"I love you so much, Lauren. I love you so much it hurts."

We remained in bed for all of the morning and quite a bit of the afternoon. The blinds remained shut and for once the world outside wasn't half so interesting as the one inside. Miller asked questions and I answered each one with honesty and truth. I told him that I had enjoyed the sex, that I had come with Jamie multiple times, that his penis was large and thick and quite a bit bigger than Miller's. Each confession, each account of the sex and the acts we performed for and on each other was met with a need of Miller's to be satisfied. He had never been so hard for so long. He had never needed so much sex and had never been able to ejaculate and then remain hard. Until he was reclaiming me.

When I became too sore and unable to let Miller keep having sex I used my mouth on him. As I did I told him of having Jamie's cock in my mouth. I detailed the experience of it to him. Miller came as quickly and as violently as he had the first time that morning. Soon afterward he asked me to tell him about it again. He told me that hearing that I had taken Jamie's cock in my mouth was one of the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. When I asked him what made that act so erotic he shook his head and said, "His ugly penis, that engorged cock leaking cum for you, in your beautiful mouth. He doesn't know how lucky he has been."

I thought for a moment. He was lucky. I had thought I was the only lucky one. Not necessarily the experience with Jamie, though that too, but how lucky I was to have a husband who would share me like that. I know that it was for his pleasure, as always, but that didn't take away from the trust he placed in me. I could hurt him so easily. I could tear apart his world and still have everything I needed in mine. He knew that and yet he let me go to a man who wanted me. That coveted what Miller had. I truly believed that my husband wanted me to experience greater pleasure, even if it came at a price that he would pay. He was willing to take that risk. It was for him but it was always about me.

"You paint such a pretty picture Miller, " I said as I laughed. He laughed with me.

"It's just so visceral, Lauren. I cant stop thinking about it. What he did to you." I felt him still trembling. "What you did to him."

"So," I hesitated before I asked the question that was on my mind. "Do you have regrets, about what I did?"

"About what we did," he corrected me. "We did this together. The answer is no. I was terrified. I wanted to call you to come back as soon as you had gone. I didn't want him to have you and then I did. I was a mess all night."

"They sound like regrets to me."

"But I wanted to share you. I wanted it to be him because of who he was and all of the annoying self-confidence that he cannot help displaying. His self-important arrogance. I wanted you to experience that because I know you find it attractive. I knew that you had that itch for him because of it."

I was surprised at the phrase. I couldn't recall ever using it around him but it was exactly how I had felt about Jamie.

"I know that I am unable to do the things to you that he does or to make you feel the way that he can. Not because I wouldn't want to but because I would have to be his size with an ego to match. That and an attitude towards women and marriage and married women that would otherwise appall me."

"That makes you a good man Miller. Better than him. A far better husband than he would ever make."

"A better husband, but maybe not a better lover."

"One of which I occasionally want to sleep with. The other I want to share my life with."

He shrugged. "I just don't understand why I find it an incredible turn-on. The most erotic thing ever."

"To give me away to a man you dislike?"

"I don't dislike Jamie. In many ways I envy him. His confidence, his size, because a lot of women like that in a man. His complete disregard for morals and rules of society if it gets in his way of getting the things that he wants. Getting between the legs of the women that he wants."

I smiled at him. "He does tend to get between women's legs."

Miller stroked down my belly and his fingers tickled the sensitive skin around my pussy.

"Even that unfairness turns me on. He gets far more than his fair share and he is so big-headed about it. Like it's his right. Then he just keeps wanting more. Getting beautiful women like you in his bed."

"Well he's had his fun. We had ours."

Miller smiled at me but there was something about his expression that told me he had a question. I knew that look. It was there when we first started talking his fantasies through. I suspected I might know what the question was and while it excited me, the prospect, it also worried me. I had liked the night with Jamie. Had I liked it too much? Would that question Miller was waiting for permission to ask be chasing what we both liked. All three of us, I suppose. Or would it be taking a risk with something that just wasn't worth risking? For any pleasure no matter how good it felt. If I was honest I knew the answer to his question even before the question itself was asked. I had begun to think about it as a possibility sometime last night. Today in the shower as he touched me before I left.

"What?" I asked. My tummy fluttering and something inside telling me to avoid the question, certainly the answer, because of the way I was feeling about it all.

"This is what's so twisted about me Lauren. After everything I've just said all I want to know is if you would like to see him again?"

Epilogue.

One year later.

The mask fitted snuggly over my eyes. I could see nothing. My senses had responded and every other one tingled with anticipation. I could almost smell the male in the room with me. Hear him stalking the bed that I knelt on.

My senses of touch and taste waited eagerly.

I had arrived in accordance with the given instructions which were all but mandatory now. The time and the place of course. The short black dress that hugged my body. White panties but nothing else. Not this time.

The location was a high end hotel. This had never been done in a home. This wasn't suitable for a home. The room was fifth floor with panoramic views and amazing decor. The bed was plush, the carpet thick and the ambience private. A card had been left for me at reception. When I got to the room it had been empty, or at least silent. A mask sat on the bed. It was black with gold stitching. I knew by now to put it on and with my vision taken from me I was to sit and wait.

As my eyes got used to the darkness so my ears began to pick out sounds. Cloth rubbing together as if someone had crossed their legs. Breathing so quiet I wasn't sure if it was real. Then a throat was cleared sharply and I flinched. When he moved around the room I could definitely smell him. That familiar cologne. He didn't speak though. He stood close enough for me to feel his presence. My nerves frayed slightly with each passing moment. The anticipation mixed with the lost the sense of sight. As time passed I began to tremble. Not fear but possibility.

Fingers touched the fringe of my hair and I jumped again only for it to be tucked behind my ear. It was almost a caress. But then that was the way it always started.

A thumb pulled lightly at my bottom lip and I let it. I had little choice. Then my chin was tilted up. I was being appraised. The female in the mask come to play.

"Take off the dress," he said abruptly.

I stood, close to him, smoothed dress off my shoulders and then pulled it down off my breasts. I felt hungry eyes on them. I pushed the dress over my hips and it dropped to the floor. From there I kicked it aside. I knew his eyes were now on my body, only covered by panties. The awkward embarrassment of being exposed made me sit back on the bed with my hands in my lap to cover what I could.

I waited.

"On the bed Lauren," he said.

I turned, half standing, and bent as I felt my way onto the bed. His eyes would be on my bum now, as I slinked to the centre, knelt and rolled onto a hip.

"No," he said sharply.

A hand pressed on my back just below the shoulder and pushed me easily onto my hands and knees.

"On all fours," he said.

I did what I was told. My bum poised in the air covered only by the thin material of my underwear. The seconds ticked over and my brain touched on the possibilities. A spanking? Sex from behind? Fingered? They all had their advantages and they all helped to pool the moisture that was welling just inside the entrance to my pussy.

Then fingers were pulling at the waistband of the panties and my hips rolled in small, almost imperceptible circles. They were tugged gently over my hips. The fabric slipped over rounded buttocks and then down off my pussy. They were lowered but not removed. He could see me now. The pink slit of my vagina and the darker circle of my anus. I knew how he liked to see that.

I heard a crack in the air and I knew immediately what it was, even before I registered the pain. My thighs pressed together as I let out a stifled groan. Another crack and then the sting, the knowledge of being spanked and the pleasure that it brought. I wanted to shy away from it. I wanted him to hit me harder. There were eight, nine more. Each of the latter ones made me groan. They made my hips rock.

Then I felt his large hands on my bum. They spread me apart and opened me to his gaze. A tongue touched my sensitive vulva and lapped. I might have thought about how unusual this was for him but I was too busy biting a lip and moaning at the pleasure. Too busy wondering if the trickle down my inner thigh was all me or had his mouth had contributed.

His tongue explored. First the softness of my labia. Then around it into the slender line of pubic hair. Then inside me, licking as that pooling of arousal spilled onto his tongue. His mouth moved away. He was still close and I could feel warm breath on my sex as he spoke.

"You love being fucked don't you, Lauren?"

I nodded with my eyes closed and hoping that he would stop talking and lick between my legs again. Instead, a thumb touched the centre of my anus and pulled skin firmly to one side. I shifted slightly and then sighed as I felt tiny electrical impulses jump from there to my pussy and back again.

"Maybe we should try and fuck you here again?" he mused.

I was sure he was teasing. Almost sure. I remembered allowing him to try. It wasn't something that Miller and I had done but he was different. So much was different now. I pushed those thoughts aside. They were for another time, not now.

"It's too big," I told him. It was the truth. When I had tried it had been my first time. I think that perhaps that was why he was so interested in it. Do something to me nobody else has. To be the first. Men like that don't they. But no matter how much lubrication he used, I couldn't stretch to take the thickness of his cock. So he filled me with his fingers and I wanked myself off with them inside. A more stimulating experience than I thought it would be.

Then the thoughts were whipped away. His tongue licked me there, where his thumb still had me stretched and exposed.

This really was unusual. It was nice, though. Perhaps I could reward him.

"I would try again," I said quietly as he licked. "For you."

While I meant it, I hoped that he saw this as a future event and not an immediate invitation. I'd had to prepare that first time.

He continued to lick it. His tongue was firm and probing. I felt a little embarrassed by each intrusion and wondered if he was doing it deliberately to push my buttons. Men liked that too, didn't they?

"Play with yourself," he told me. As he said it, I felt him back away from the bed. Now he was watching. Me alone on the bed with the blindfold. My knickers partially down. And then doing what I was told. My hand between my legs. Dipping into the cum from my pussy and using it to lube my clit. I moaned at the thought of what he could see and the pleasure I was giving myself.

"Make me do something slutty. Please. Something dirty."

That would make him smile. I couldn't see but knew that it would. He was silent for a moment as if thinking. Then I felt fingers between my legs, opening my wet labia and pushing into the slippery hole of my cunt. I could feel and hear them slipping in and out. The penetration sent shivers up my spine. My skin tingled and my body took over. I heard myself moan as he fingered me.

"You will never need to do anything to prove what a slut you are, Lauren. You behave like one every time I am with you. You beg to be fucked. Your cunt is always soaking for anyone that wants to use it."

I hated the words he used. They were demeaning. It also turned me on to be called and treated like a slut. By him, like this. It had been the same for so long now. I writhed back onto his fingers as they eased inside me.

He took them out slowly as if to keep them covered in the lubrication my body had produced in copious amounts. Then he stood and I heard him walk around me. I knew what was coming and was open-mouthed and waiting by the time he was in front of me. I heard him laugh when he saw me like a bird waiting to be fed.

"Are you desperate tonight, Lauren?"

"Mmm," was all I could manage.

I could smell sex on his fingers. I let my tongue find my way to them. They were coated with juice from my pussy and I licked at the slippery surface and then hooked them into my mouth with a moan. My hand quickened between my legs and I felt a familiar tightness between my pussy and my tummy. It made me moan on the fingers as I cleaned my own slick cum off them.

"I will fuck you now, Lauren. If you ask nicely."

I needed no further motivation. I was needy and frustrated. I would do what he wanted willingly and far more just to feel that beautiful cock inside me once more.

"Please. Please fuck me. I know I'm just a slut but if you have sex with me, I'll do anything that you want. I'll beg in public. I'll call you Sir. I'll crawl for you. Just fuck me."

This was how sex went with him now. This is how I liked to have sex with him. It was anonymous, staged and offered me the freedom to play the part of a princess, of a slut and of everything in between. I had been for meals at which I was dressed as elegantly as I had when this all started. I had gone to nightclubs in a dress so short my ass was on display unless I continually pulled it down. I had gone to the cinema and shopping for underwear. I had done so many things, so many dates since this all started and yet this remained my favourite. Summoned to a hotel room and used as a sex toy. Made to obey, made to beg, spanked, sometimes tied, and then fucked.

He was behind me now and the bed sagged with his weight. He stroked my back but there was more possession in the touch than tenderness. He moved to my waist with one hand as the other cupped one ripe breast and lifted its weight.

"You are so beautiful, Lauren. So beautiful naked on your hands and knees. Slutty, but beautiful"

"Please, sex."

My hand remained busy between my legs but stroking my clitoris slowly now. Edging myself. I wanted his thick cock stretching me when I came. He moved his hand on my waist. I thought I could feel him playing with himself. The other hand on my breast pinched its nipple, providing just enough pain to divert my attention. Then he guided his erection into the soaking pussy in front of him. He pushed inside and I pushed back. We both groaned. He pulled out and then pushed firmly back in. His entire cock buried in my pussy so quickly that I began panting. Following the frustration, the pleasure was intense.

"So tight," he said. "So young and so firm. You were made for sex, Lauren. Your body was made for men like me."

"Use me then," I said, my voice an urgent growl.

His hips slapped against my buttocks. I could feel large balls bouncing off my inner thighs as they swung between his legs. The friction of our fucking made us both heave in satisfaction. I began to feel an orgasm close in. My fingers searched between us, under my panties, and stroked around the base of his cock. I used the lubrication there to let them slip across my clit. I was so close.

Then he puled out. I whined at the loss of him and the theft of my satisfaction. Hands pulled and pushed as I was spun and positioned back onto the bed, on my back. The panties were pulled harshly off. He came down on top of me. His weight thumped the air from my body and I gasped to replace it. His cock was back inside me, up inside my belly.

"Oh fuck," I groaned as he began to ram his length into me over and over. My legs wrapped around the back of his. He pulled and squeezed at my breasts. I responded as his mouth found mine and quickly opened for him. Our tongues slid together as wet as the union between our legs.

"Please, can I wank myself," I begged in a rushed breath. "I'm so close."

"While I cum in you?"

I couldn't deny him, regardless of the consequences. I would figure out what to do with that later. Instead, I nodded and hoped that he was looking. He must have seen because he moved his weight off me a little and that was all I needed to get my hand between our sweating bodies and back onto my sex. His own hand supported his weight and the other gripped my neck. It was firm, never quite tight but it pinned me to the bed and left me in no doubt who had control. I moaned in response. His cock bottomed out in me again and again. His breathing was rapid. Urgent. His desperation to be inside me and to fuck me tipped me over the edge. The demands that he made upon my body. I wrapped myself eagerly around his frame and clung to him. I came as I heaved against his weight. The darkness made the lights that appeared in my brain vivid. It made the noise I made louder and less inhibited. It crystallized the pleasure.

As I began to come down he came. His cries overtook mine. I wanted it to be inside me. I wanted that closeness, the intimacy of having his semen in me. His hips jerked and the hard and steady strokes were replaced by uncontrolled thrusts. Then he was quiet except for the rush of air. We were both quiet.

The mask remained on. That was another instruction. I lay panting for breath as my body crossed a plateau of satisfaction. I always felt a stillness and a contentment after these meetings, the ones where I was used by him. It was a feeling that had never truly been there with Miller. I hadn't appreciated what absolute satisfaction was like until the first time. It wasn't the love and bonding that I got from intimacy with Miller. It was a satisfaction baser than love but just as welcome. But it came at a cost. I knew that. Miller knew it.

He shifted on the bed beside me. Close but not touching. My thoughts were in the room with him but also miles away, months away. Why? Because this was all about 'him' wasn't it. This was all about Jamie. That's where all this had started.

I felt his weight lift and then he was dressing. I sat up on the beds edge and listened. Tying the noises and actions together. I felt him down in front of me, his breath on my lips.

"I should be going," he said and gave me the lightest of kisses. "Will you call me?"

I nodded but kept the mask in place and remained silent.

Then another kiss, this one longer and tender. He stood and I heard the door open and close almost noiselessly. Just light fabrics brushing and dull metallic clicks.

I was alone. A few minutes passed. Maybe more. I sat still on the edge of the bed. Naked. Smelling of sex. Then I heard the blip of the key card at the door as it opened, closed once more. A man back at my feet, between my legs and close to my naked sex.

"Did he message you?" I asked, starting to want the mask off now.

"No, I met him in the foyer."

"Was it awkward?"

"No. I like Paul. He's one of the nicer ones."

Hands touched the sides of my head delicately. They eased the mask up and off my face, dropping it onto the bed. My eyes adjusted to the light. Scrunched up at first, then smiling with him when I was able to open them.

"Hello," I said.

"Hello," he replied. Miller's eyes sparkled. His smile broadened, with his love for me radiating from it.

"You might not like him so much when I tell you what I let him do." I looked down briefly, between my legs.

He gave me a disappointed look before the smile returned.

"I wish I hadn't invited him out for a drink this weekend now."

"You didn't!" My heart thumped in my chest. He laughed again.

"I didn't. But I do like him."

I poked him in the chest. "Well, now I'm pleased I let him." Then I thought about an alternative punishment. "Although I could always make you go down there anyway. Who knows, you might like it after all." I wriggled my eyebrows.

Miller smirked, shook his head. "Still not my thing."

"Shame. I think it's quite hot. If not that, then what?"

"I'll just have to claim you back." He moved toward me and pressed me back onto the bed. As he did he fumbled with his pants, pushing them down to his ankles along with his shorts.

"Tell me what he did to you, Lauren. Tell me what that enormous male did to your beautiful body."

Miller pushed his erection into me. There was little resistance. Just a wet slide into my pussy.

I groaned, "Well, he came in me, but I guess you already know that."

The end...?