Sex Drive Pt. 01

The bell rang, as I entered the shop. Surprising, for a second-hand computer store. You'd expect the modern beep, of an electric one. Some people just can't let go of the past.

The shop looked like the graveyard of a terminator film. Hmmm. Maybe not a graveyard, more like a mortuary.

Phil was behind the counter, studying an electronic tablet. He didn't look out of place. Glasses on top of his thinning hair. His stomach trying to make a break for freedom, from under his tee shirt. He was born to be here. Even his initials, PC, destined him to open this store. PC's Bits & Bytes.

"Morning Phil. How's the world of second-hand computing? Come across a boxed ZX80 yet?"

"Mornin' Tom. No such luck."

Phil's voice went semi-posh

"And we prefer the term 'recycled'. Every time you hit 'save' on one of our computers, you're also saving the planet."

"Is that so? What about that big skip, out back?"

He put the tablet down, and raised his arms, palm up.

"Hey," Phil changed, to an almost New York accent, "I'm only one man. Whadda ya gonna do?"

If he wasn't working here, he could become a professional shrugger.

I began to mooch through a bench of debris.

"What are you after, Tom? Personal or customer."

I continued to scour through. I reminded myself of my mom, at a jumble sale, when I was kid. Hoping for a nickel, to spend at the toy table.

"Personal. I'm after a casing. One that will take two DVD drives and," going all dramatic, "duh duh durr, a three and a half inch floppy drive."

"Old school eh? If you had asked for a five and a quarter, THAT would have impressed me. Any other parts? Motherboard?"

"Nah. Just a casing, y'know, but quite a big one."

"Hmmm.. I have this one. It came in earlier today. I've started to strip it out, but it DOES have a floppy drive. There's only that, the hard drive and the power unit still in it. I've removed the rest, but those have funny screws holding them in place. I think they've been damaged, on assembly.

"Let's have a look."

Phil propped the computer casing on the counter.

My, that is a big one Phil."

"So the ladies keep telling me."

I don't think Phil will ever change. And I don't mean just his clothes.

"How much?"

"Twenty."

The drives were really stuck. The screws had been rounded off.

"Hmm... Tell you what, I'll give you fifteen."

"Done."

I gave Phil the cash. Electronics might be his business, but when it came down to the taxman, he was strictly 'cash only'.

Once home, I made a coffee. A Starbucks instant pumpkin spice, and matched it with a couple of gingerbread Oreo's. One of the perks of working from home. No one steals your biscuits.

The casing I hade bought was in good condition. Phil hadn't butchered it, to get the parts he wanted.

The hard drive came off, with a little nudge from a hacksaw blade. I'd no real use for it, so I decided to put it in my second desktop, format it, and use it as a slave drive for back-up storage.

I removed the floppy drive and attached it to my sandbox computer. I say computer, it was more of a skeleton. Without any side panels fitted, I couldn't access all the parts inside, and try out parts I'd bought. The floppy disc unit seemed fine. I had a customer who had a legacy system in use, for transferring shop floor data. Sooner or later it would have to move to something a bit more modern. I'd be in a position to save their data. Always keep one step ahead.

No customers today though. It might be Monday, but there's something special about taking a holiday, just to give yourself a four day week. Company IT issues could look after themselves until tomorrow, I had plenty of challenges of my own.

I listened to Popmaster, on Greatest Hits Radio, and managed a score of 27, bolstered by getting the year right. If it's 70's, I always go for '74.

Lunchtime was still an hour away, so I decided to attach the hard drive, which had come with the computer case, and format it.

It could run over lunchtime, that way.

It wasn't a massive drive, 500gb.

I checked the folders first. Something I always do, as I've lost too much data of my own, in the past. I found a few system ones, but all personal data and software had already gone.

I checked properties.

Strange. It was saying nearly three quarters of the drive was being used?

That's a lot of memory for what was on there. I examined the folder names again. Nothing. I put a search in for file sizes over 10Mb. That way, the search should ignore any system files or the odd graphic.

I couldn't believe it. The search revealed dozens of media files. Mainly video. They were stored in a non-descript folder, with their own folder name of 'back up'.

Very odd. It was a lot of data. My mind suggested they could be wedding videos. They are quite popular, with multiple copies of a long day, stashed away.

I opened the back up folder.

It contained a main folder called 'Frankie', which contained dozens of sub-folders.

I sorted them by date.

The oldest was named 'Test', with a similarly naned video, inside.

I played it.

There was a woman, no doubt Frankie, lying on a bed. She was in her underwear. She had short dark spiky hair. She wore a black eye-mask, and was holding a small vibrator.

A male voice said "Go on. It'll be fun."

I stopped it playing, and turned off my monitor.

I felt like a schoolboy, caught with an adult magazine. My face went red. I got out of my seat and walked around.

I needed a glass of water.

I shared my apartment with someone I knew from college. She'd set up home with her high school sweetheart, right up until things turned sour.

I moved in to help her pay the mortgage, and to get me out of my parent's home.

Pouring myself a second glass, I sat back down, and turned my monitor on.

Lucy was at work. She did strange shifts, at the local hospital. We only tended to catch up at weekends, and that was only for a takeaway, if neither of us were going out.

She was like my big sister, about eighteen months older than me.

Returning to the main Frankie folder, there were actually dozens in there. Typical titles were 'Outfits', 'Serena' and 'POV'.

It was an entire collection of videos. Of what? Well, I had an idea of what, but why?

I had an idea of why too.

I looked around the room, as if I expected someone to be watching me.

I decided to copy the files to an SSD. That way, I could view them on my laptop, somewhere more discreet.

I left my PC running, whilst I had lunch.

It took a couple of hours to copy, so I went for a brisk walk. All I could think of was who was Frankie?

What had she, and no doubt her partner, got up to?

My god. I was getting a boner!

Death and taxes. Concentrate on death and taxes.

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When the evening came, I went to my bedroom. Monday meant Lucy had gone to amateur dramatics. I didn't expect her back until after eleven, but locked my door anyway. Sitting in bed, with just boxers on, I fired up my laptop.

I found 'Test' and started to play it again.

"I'm not sure."

"It'll be fine. It's just for you and me," the male voice assured.

Frankie pulled off her thong and lay back, on the bed.

She turned her toy on, and began to stimulate herself. Shy at first, but as it took effect, she got more into it.

"That's it baby. Work your pussy, for me," the male voice continued.

She started to moan, her hips rising off the bed. It didn't take long before the toy was inside her.

She became more vocal too.

"Oh God. Oh yes. Yes! I need you honey."

The camera went off, and the video ended.

I sat back. Wiped across my mouth, as I processed what I'd seen. Just a typical couple making a home sex video. Nothing special there. But who was she? Did she live near here? The dates in the folders went up to three months ago, maybe she was still around? Maybe I knew her?

My cock was hard by now. Endless possibilities I'd imagined, on the strength of one video, I'd chanced upon.

It was still a while, before Lucy was due back, so I opened the 'Outfits' folder. It contained video files named Latex, Nurse, Slave, Slut, Dominatrix, and Bound. There were around twenty of them.

I turned the sound down, on my laptop, and opened 'Latex'.

A woman, Frankie I guessed, was stood in an empty room, with a latex catsuit on. Her feet were bare, as were her hands. She wore a latex hood, revealing only her eyes, nose holes, and her mouth.

The camera moved around her a couple of times, giving a full three-sixty. Her hood was buckled at the back. After the first three-sixty, she held her arms out, at her sides. The tight latex revealing nipple piercings.

I looped the video. She was a latex goddess.

There a noise, from the front door. It was Lucy returning. I stopped the video and turned my laptop off. The rest would have to wait.

I unlocked my door, before getting back into bed, and started to nod off.

I heard Lucy open my door, to check on me, and then close it behind her again. I found it difficult to get to sleep. I couldn't wait for tomorrow, to see what else the hard drive contained.

At was around seven, when I got up. Lucy was already making her breakfast.

"Do you want any coffee, Tom?"

"Sure. Are you not at work today, or working a late shift?"

"Off today. How about you? Did you manage to get that case and floppy drive, I know you were after?"

Damn. She'd be here all day.

"Yes. I was quite lucky there, but I have to work today. On call from eight, until four. "

I spent most of the day, working on my laptop, in the kitchen. Lucy was in and out. She was meeting someone for brunch, but I didn't want to risk looking at the files. I waited until the evening.

Lucy ordered us a Taco Bell for dinner. I'm not overly keen on a takeaway during the week, but my mind was elsewhere.

At ten, I called it a day.

"Already?" Lucy questioned.

"Yes, I've got a bit of a headache coming on."

"Make sure you take some paracetamol."

Leaving her to watch the sports channel, I went to my bedroom.

Locking my door, quietly, I stripped to my boxers, and got into bed.

Before long, my laptop was fired up, and I was back to scouring the files.

My cock was hard in anticipation.

I opened 'slave', and played the file.

It was as before, Frankie was stood in an empty room. This time, wearing a Princess Leia outfit. It had been modified, somewhat.

Her boots were multi-buckled gladiator type. The collar around her neck, was a stiff leather one, with a chain leash. The thong she wore showed off her ass, as the skirt parts were much narrower than the original.

Her bra and waist parts featured metal framework. The bra must have been custom made, to hold her breasts. She looked fabulous. Some lucky bastard was getting this.

I thought it was time for some self relief. I pulled my boxers down, and started to stroke my cock as the camera tracked around. Lucy interrupted, knocking at my door.

I pulled my boxers back up, and pushed my laptop under my pillow.

"Hi Luce. What's up?" I asked, after unlocking my door.

"I was just checking, you were okay, but your door was locked."

"Force of habit, I'm afraid. But yeah, I'm feeling a bit better, thanks."

Lucy's eyes momentarily dropped to my erection, and back up to face me again.

"Okay. I'll leave you to it. G'night Tom."

"Good night Luce."

Shit! I hoped she just thought it was a 'guy thing'. A random erection. Uncontrollable. Nothing to do with me viewing practically pornographic material.

Once I was sure she had gone, I went back to my laptop.

I opened the POV folder. Starting the first video, I knew I'd have to change to my iPad.

I sent the video to it, and turned off my laptop.

Boxer shorts off, I lay on top of my bedsheets.

Placing my iPad on my abdomen, facing me, I pressed play.

It appeared as though Frankie was crawling up my body. Her eyes focused on me.

"You're such a big boy. A big boy with a need. Let me relieve that need."

She took my cock into her mouth.

Aww, fuck. He was such a lucky man.

I used my hand to replicate her bobbing head.

She occasionally looked up, and licked her lips.

I tried to hold on, to sync my orgasm with the guy in the video. It was not easy.

His breathing became more laboured, and Frankie's efforts more frantic.

He came. Frankie swallowed it all down, whilst I fired my load against the back of my iPad. Oh shit!

Frankie released his cock and began to crawl up his body. Her pierced breasts, hanging before me. I stuck out my tongue.

The video ended.

I went to find some wet wipes.

As I passed Lucy's bedroom, I couldn't hear a noise. I put my ear to her door.

I knew what that noise was, so I made a sharp exit.

Lying in bed, I didn't know what to do next. Perhaps I should've returned the hard drive, in case the owner realised there mistake?

That was NOT going to happen.

I decided to ration myself on the videos. One outfit and one scene, per night. That way, they'd last a couple of months.

I might even cancel my Netflix subscription.

Next morning, Lucy and I were up at the same time, crossing paths to use the bathroom.

Whilst having breakfast, she revealed her plans for the week. She seemed quite chirpy.

"I'm having the rest of the week off. I checked my holidays at work, and if I don't take them, I might lose them."

"You certainly don't want that to happen!"

As I got up, to put my dishes in the sink, I swear she checked out my crotch.

Had seeing me with a boner, stirred her up?

And even worse, was she masturbating last night, after seeing my boner?

I made my way to my PC. A full work day for me. I needed to take my mind off the video files, and NOW, off Lucy.

She made me a coffee at around eleven.

"There you go. You've got your own personal maid. Maid or slave. One or the other."

She then went back to some sewing she was doing. I think she was making a new shoulder strap, for her leather handbag.

But why mention maid and slave? Or am I reading into it wrong? Those videos have turned me into a paranoid, hyper-sexed being.

God. I need a drink.

After another uneventful day, I spent the evening on my own. I watched the football, as Lucy was out for a drink, with a couple of friends.

Once the match was over, I retired to bed.

I moved some more files onto my newly cleaned iPad.

Not bothering with boxers tonight, I just got under the sheets naked.

Browsing the files, I decided to have a look at the nurse outfit.

In her usual location, Frankie was dressed in a green and white, one piece, latex dress.

The body was green, with collar detail, the front panel, and the ends of the short sleeves, being white.

It was matched with red, fishnet stockings, attached to the dress.

If there was ever a good reason to be ill, this was it.

The camera panned around. Her nipple piercings and tight butt, being the highlights.

Frankie was a good looking woman, if that there was no doubt. And highly sexual. I hoped there was a video of her being fucked, somewhere on the drive. However, I was still going to stick to my plan and view them one by one.

I got from under the bed sheets. Tonight, I had my male masturbator with me.

I wrapped it around my cock, and opened a video from the 'Bound' folder.

I wasn't disappointed.

Frankie was naked on a bed, as the camera approached her.

She was on all fours. Her hands and head were restrained through wooden stocks, that formed the bottom board of the bed. Her ankles cuffed apart, to the top of the bed

Weighted clamps hung from her pierced nipples.

A pink ballgag, in her mouth.

As the camera moves around to her ass, Frankie struggled with her neck and wrists.

A spanker came down on her ass.

"Is that okay for you, slut?"

Frankie mumbled.

The spanker hit home again.

I turned on my masturbator.

"Time for some hard meat, Frankie."

The man's hand, held the spanker at the side of her hip, as the camera focused on his erection, sliding into her wanton pussy.

"You like that slut? Do you want me to pump you hard?"

I turned up to four.

Frankie began to rock back and forth with guy's rhythm.

SHE wanted to be fucked hard? I wanted him to fuck her hard!

The camera angle changed. There must have been a second camera.

It was pointed towards the bottom of the bed.

It showed Frankie's head and hands, through the stocks, and down towards her butt.

I did wonder how you'd explain stocks, at the bottom of a bed, but they were made up of separate panels, and no doubt replaced with solid panels, when not in use.

How the bed stood up to the pounding, was another query of mine. However, for the moment, I was transfixed on Frankie taking a good fucking. She was drooling from her gag, onto a towel, placed on the floor.

I could see her back, down towards her butt, but not much of the guy, doing the pounding.

Frankie was uttering a rhythmic 'uhh', every time the guy drove forward. I couldn't see her breasts from this angle, which was disappointing.

Her hands turned into fists, and her neck strained.

"That's it, Frankie. Cum for me," both me and the guy urged, at the same time.

My masturbator was earning its money, and I turned it up to seven. Any moment now.

Frankie's neck stretched, her mouth becoming wide as possible, her wrists rolling in their homes.

"Fuck yeah!" The guy shouted.

I fired out my own load, as time stopped for Frankie and me. Then we both returned to normal, followed by heavy breathing.

Frankie looked into the camera, and the video stopped.

I was sweating. Shutting down my iPad, I decided a quick shower might be best.

Halfway through, I heard Lucy come home.

I turned off the shower, to listen.

Her keys were dropped on the breakfast bar. The fridge opened, followed by a bottle of wine.

Drying off, I wasn't sure whether to touch base with her, or go straight back to bed.

She heard me leaving the bathroom.

"Is that you, Tom?"

"Err... yes. I've just had a shower."

"Okay. Well, I'm pouring a glass of wine if you want one?"

Very strange. I thought it best to see what was up.

"Just give me five minutes, Luce."

"Okay."

I slipped on some sweats, and towel dried my hair, as best as I could. In the mirror, with it all sticking up, it reminded me of Frankie.

Boy. I've got it bad.

Lucy was waiting in the kitchen.

"Cheers, to life, love and everything. Well, life and everything, at least."

Lucy handed me my glass.

We toasted her thoughts.

"What's up Luce?"

I think she'd had a glass or two, already.

"Nothing, nothing."

Lucy put her glass down, and leaning forwards, onto the breakfast bar, she rested her palms against the edge.

"But, you know what gets me?"

She swung out an arm, and continued her rant.

"You try your best. Do what's expected of you. Toe the line. And where does it get you?"

It was one of THOSE speeches.

"Where, Luce?"

I sipped my wine.

"One night stands, with greasy oiks, who I wouldn't usually give the time of day to. Pfft. There must be something up with me."

She picked up her wine, and took a glug.

"Has something happened, Luce?"

"Bloody Sharon. Sharon, of all people, is getting married."

Her arm flinging started again.

"To some bloody banker. Everything's sorted. A fairytale wedding, followed by a Caribbean honeymoon. And what do I get? A fairy cake for my birthday, and honey on my toast. How has it all gone wrong?"

I tried to diffuse the situation.

"Aww, come on Luce. Your time will come."

She put her glass down, and turned her attentions to me.

"You like me don't you, Tom?"

"Of course I do."

"But do you see me as a woman? As sexy?"

She came over and put her hands around my hips.

I carefully removed them.

"Now, now Luce. We've been friends a long time. You know I don't see you like that. We're good.. no, not good. We're BEST friends."

She moved away.

"I knew it. Even you don't find me attractive."

"Luce! I didn't say THAT."

She turned to face me.

"So, you do fancy me?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Well, I......."

Lucy came closer

"What would it take for me to get that bulge back, inside your pants?"

She eyed my crotch.

"I think we should leave it there Luce."

I put my drink down.

"Let's get you to bed," I suggested.

With one of her arms draped around my neck. I guided her to her bedroom.

"You're so good to me Tom. I could be good to you.."

Pulling her sheets back, I sat her down, and took her shoes off.

I considered putting her into bed fully clothed, but she stood up, and raised her arms.

"Dress!"

I loosened the zip, pulled it over her head.

She was wearing matching lacy black lingerie. Did I think she was sexy? Did I ever.

Sitting her down, and rolling her over, I managed to get her under the covers.

"Goodnight Luce."

"G'night Tom. Have I been a naughty girl?"

"No. You're fine. Now get some sleep."

As I went to turn her light off, I noticed the end of her bed was panelled. No. It couldn't be like..."

Undoing two end clips, I gripped the top panel, and pulled. It came away easily.

Jesus. Is this one of THOSE beds?

Lucy stirred.

I put the panel back, turned off her light, and left, closing the door.

Lucy had managed to give me an erection, without even knowing. Seeing her in her lingerie and then finding she might be sleeping in a bondage bed.

I might have to go for a round two tonight.

I was first up, next morning. Lucy didn't arrive in the kitchen until around ten.

Her hair was a bit of a mess. She was wearing a dressing gown. I wondered if she still had the same lingerie on, underneath.

I looked at her feet. Certainly her stockings.

First boner of the day for me. I positioned myself, behind the breakfast bar.

"Coffee?"

"Espresso."

"Espresso? My, my. Someone had a rough night."

"I'm never drinking again."

Lucy took a seat, in one of the barstools, on the far side of the breakfast bar.

"There you go. Toast?"

I offered her the coffee.

"Yes please. And water. Lots of water."

Lucy took a cold bottle from me, whilst I fired up the toaster.

"How did I get to bed?"

"I was up, when you came home, so I put you there."

Lucy pulled her dressing gown, tighter around her top, realising I must have seen her in her underwear.

"I didn't say or do anything stupid, did I?"

"No, no. You were a bit wiped out, and tired. So I put you straight to bed."

"Did you not think of getting in with me?"

Did she remember what had gone on?

I thought back to last night. Of her, in her black lingerie.

"What red-blooded male wouldn't consider it?"

"Ah, but you didn't get in."

"I DID think about it, even if just to keep an eye on you. But I figured, when you woke in the morning, it might be awkward."

"What?" If you had a boner?"

"That was one of the things."

"And the others?"

"Well, I'd be naked and you'd be in your underwear. It might have caused a misunderstanding."

"We'll have to try it one night and see."

Lucy laughed, as I handed her a plate of toast.

"I'm only messing with ya."

Phew. Perhaps she couldn't remember anything.

Another drag of a day. I finished off some reports. Lucy went for a long walk, to 'clear her head'.

Whilst she was out, I snook into her bedroom.

All three panels easily slipped from the end of her bedroom, but where were the 'stocks' ones?

Initially, I felt unsure about rooting around, in someone else's bedroom. Lord knows, I wouldn't want anyone looking for through my stuff.

Where would you put wooden panels? They're not an easy thing to hide.

Under the bed? Nope. Just storage boxes of clothes.

They wouldn't fit in a drawer, and even though sorely tempted, I left them alone.

There was a chair, at Lucy's dressing table, so I used it to look on top of her wardrobe.

Bingo! There they were. I took one down to look at it.

It had half circles cut into it. Two for wrists, two for ankles and one neck one. They were rounded off, to avoid discomfort.

You probably wouldn't use all five at once. I know I couldn't. My flexibility is not what it once was.

I put the panel and chair back, then resumed my work.

Lucy returned at lunchtime, with coffees and subs.

She looked in a lot better shape.

"How are you feeling?"

"A lot better. Fresh air is definitely the best medicine."

We enjoyed our lunches, and talked about old school days, as usual.

"Your mate Sharon is getting married, isn't she?"

"Yes, that's right. Who told you?"

Oh shit. If I told her the truth, it might open a floodgate a memories, from last night.

"I think I saw it on Facebook. A friend of a friend, must know her."

"Oh I see. Yes. She's having the full works."

Lucy abruptly ended our conversation.

"Anyway, I have stuff to do. Can't sit here gassing all day."

I think I'd upset her.

After I'd finished my lunch, I went back to my work.

Lucy would be in tonight, so I'd have to be careful. I didn't her finding out about me and Frankie. But then, I guess she wouldn't want me to find out about her stocks.

I wondered when she would use them? Sure, she'd had a couple of short term flings. However, I wouldn't have thought any had progressed far enough, to introduce that kind of play.

She must use them, when alone. But how would she get out?

I considered what I'd do. Lucy hasn't done anything with the clips, that hold the panels in place. Leaving them open, wouldn't work. The panels would move too easily. She must have come up with a way to open them, whilst her hands were restrained.

She must have a tool. Next time she was out, I'd have to have a look.

It didn't have to wait long.

"I'm nipping the shop. We need milk."

"Okay Luce."

As soon as she's gone, I made my way to her room.

I took all three panels off her wardrobe. One was a spacer, to raise or lower the position of the holes. The other two, made up the holes. Near the hand holes, on one side, were little hooks. Something must hang from them, that she can use to release herself.

The clips had to be pressed down to open, so I was looking for something about twelve inches long, with a small loop on one end, and a larger loop, or hook, on the other end. One to hang the tool, and one to loop around the clip and pull it open.

There needed to be two of them, one for each hand and clip.

There was nothing on the wardrobe, so I had to check her drawers. I wished I hadn't got to, but needs must.

The top one contained her sewing stuff, including the leather shoulder strap she was currently working on. I took it out, to look at. It wasn't a shoulder strap at all. It was a half-finished bondage harness. This was getting weirder and weirder.

I closed that one. Ignored the next two, and went straight for the bottom drawer. It only had a couple of sweaters in it. Not being a person to be put off that easily, I checked under the sweaters.

To my surprise, there was a ballgag and handcuffs. Lucy must really be into this sort of thing, but on her own. Still, not for me to judge. I also found an eight inch vibrating dildo. That wasn't a surprise.

I was about to shut the drawer, when I reached to the back. There were two short horse whips. The ends had holes cut into them. Perfect fits for the clips on the end of the bed!

I heard Lucy, coming in the front door. Quickly, I put everything back, and went to my own room. Pretending to sort out clothes.

It wasn't long before Lucy appeared at my door.

"Hi Tom. I'm back. Milk stocks fully replenished. What are you up to? No good, no doubt."

"I'm just sorting out my clothes. Some of this stuff will have to go. My drawers are bursting at the seams."

"I really need to sort mine, but I need a second opinion, when deciding what to get rid of. Perhaps you could help me either way that, once you're done?"

"I wouldn't say I was the best person, to advise you on fashion."

"Maybe not, but you're a guy aren't you? You could tell me if I looked good in something?"

"I suppose.."

"I'll take that as a yes. Coffee?"

"Yes please."

Lucy left me to it. At least she hadn't heard me in her room.

I sorted out a few old things. Some that had gone baggy. Some that no longer fit.

Once I'd finished. I took the bag, and dropped it in the trash.

"We'll do mine, after dinner, if that's okay, Tom?"

"Well, I...."

"You said you would. Don't you dare back out now!"

"Okay. Okay."

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We had chicken for dinner and watched a hockey game, with a beer. Perfect for hockey. Plus it took the edge off my natural anxiety.

Once the game was over, Lucy sprang into action.

"Give me five minutes, then come to my room," she said, in an almost Napoleon / Josephine voice.

I finished my beer, and opened another one.

"Hello?"

I knocked on Lucy's door.

"Yes, yes. Come on in."

To my relief, Lucy had a flowing jumpsuit on.

"What do you think, Tom?"

"It's a no."

"Good, I never did like it."

I pulled out Lucy's dressing table chair, and took a seat.

Lucy went behind a changing screen, she had erected. The jumpsuit came over the top.

Was she now naked? A few feet from me?

Unwelcome erection time.

Lucy had pulled her jeans on, and was wearing an almost 'bumble bee' like, fluffy top.

I shook my head.

I nipped to the kitchen to get two more beers, whilst she changed her top.

We both drank, as she paraded an array of tops. Some good. Some not so good.

After about half an hour, Lucy stepped from behind the screen, wearing a swimsuit.

"What about this?"

It hugged her every curve.

"I'm going to say yes."

Lucy looked pleased.

"How are you with lingerie?"

"Erm.. now I don't really think we should."

Lucy looked slightly annoyed.

"A swimsuit is okay, but not lingerie?"

She had a point.

"Alright. Go ahead then."

I shifted in my position, to hide my full blown hard-on."

Lucy next appeared in the lingerie, she had on the previous evening.

"We both know you've already seen this, but as a staple item, what do you think?"

"It's okay."

"Okay it might be, but is it sexy?"

"I think that's depends on the viewer."

"What do YOU think. In fact, how would you change it, to make it sexy for YOU?"

"For me?"

"Not you personally, but as a regular guy."

"Hmm... let me see."

Lucy did a couple of turns and poses.

"Well?" She asked.

"The bra cups are too big. I want to see more flesh, in your cleavage. Your bottoms are okay, but for the bedroom, I prefer a deep cut waist. And as for your stockings, they need suspenders. When I... I mean when a gut grabs your ass, he wants to feel those straps."

"Do you? I mean, does he?"

"I guess so."

"What about something a little more risqué?"

I started to feel uncomfortable.

"Do you own risqué stuff?"

"Yes. Some I've bought. Some I've made"

I considered Lucy's request.

She continued to press me.

"And when I say risqué, I mean from one to ten. Why don't we try a two?"

It was looking like I wasn't going to get away from this.

Lucy came out wearing a matching leather black bra and thong.

She put her hands on her hips.

"Well?"

"You're seriously considering throwing that out?"

"No Tom. We're past that now. I want you to tell me if my outfits are sexy."

"Oh. I see. Did you want me to score them?"

"Yes that's a good idea."

"Okay. A benchmark five for those."

Good idea or not, this was going to cost me time with Frankie. Surely, she can only have so much stuff, to try on.

Next was a red babydoll, with matching knickers. Lucy's breasts were only partly covered.

"Is this still a 'two' risqué?"

"Oh yes. A long way to go yet."

Lucy did a twirl. The rising babydoll, revealing just how skimpy the matching knickers were.

"I'd say that was better. Maybe a six?"

"Only a six? I can see I'm going to have to move my outfits up a notch."

Lucy took some time, with her next outfit.

When she came out, she was wearing a pvc basque, short pvc high waisted shorts, and thigh high pvc boots.

She had certainly gone up a notch.

"Does this float your boat?"

It definitely did.

"I'd have to say an eight for that. Easily."

"Eight, Tom? What does it take to get a ten from you?"

Lucy went back behind the screen. Whilst she was changing, I saw her bare butt stick out. Whoever she was trying to impress, they had surely hit the jackpot.

"Final effort for tonight, Tom."

Fuck me!

Lucy had a skin tight pvc catsuit on. She wore a studded collar and matching, low slung, leather belt.

"Well Tom?"

"Oh it's definitely a ten. You could not fail to impress a date with that."

I got up from my seat.

"If that's all, it's getting time I turned in."

Lucy came over to me.

"Did it impress you Tom?"

Lucy pressed her body against me. She must have felt my erection, against her thigh.

"Yes it did, but I'm not sure we should continue this."

Lucy wasn't going to let me off the hook that easily.

"I'll tell you what, Tom. On Friday, I'll try to seduce you and you can tell me where I'm going wrong?"

I hastily agreed, just to get out of her room.

After nipping the loo, I was glad to be 'safe' in my own bedroom. It was Frankie time, and boy was I ready.

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I didn't see much of Lucy, before Friday. Just the odd coffee and they. She never mentioned the seduction, so I figured it was a spur of the moment statement.

I had to go out, after dinner. I needed to post a parcel, to a customer. When I returned, Lucy was waiting for me.

She was wearing tight leather pants and a white blouse, with one button too many open. Her breasts were pushed up, and plain to see.

Two glasses of red wine were sat on the breakfast bar.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs Robinson?"

"Indeed I am."

Lucy passed me one of the glasses of wine.

"Bottoms up!"

I took a large mouthful.

Lucy sat on one of the barstools, so I sat opposite her.

She leaned on her elbows, pushing her cleavage in, and forward.

She certainly was going for it.

"So, Tom, tell me about yourself."

Another mouthful of wine for me. Lucy topped up both our glasses.

"Well, where do I start? I work for an IT company."

"No, Tom. Not what you do. About YOU?"

"Like what?"

"How many women have you slept with, and I want an honest answer."

"I will answer, but every question you ask me, you must answer too."

"Not a problem. So how many?"

"Four."

"Four? That's a low number?"

"And how about you?"

"One."

"One? You've only ever slept with one man?"

"No, Tom. That wasn't the question. I've only ever slept with one WOMAN."

"Ah. I see."

"Have you ever been pegged?" Lucy probed.

"Pegged?"

"Yes, have you ever been taken anally?"

"No. No I haven't. Have you?"

"On a number of occasions."

"Have you ever wanted to do it to a guy, or a girl, for that matter?"

"I'd have to say yes."

I tried to think of another question.

"Hey, it's my question time," Lucy interrupted, "Have you ever been tied up, for sex?"

"No. Have you?"

"Yes, it was wonderful. The loss of control, heightened my senses. Would you ever want to be tied, Tom?"

"I'm not sure. I'd certainly not against trying it."

"What about tonight?"

"You want to tie me up?"

"I'd love to!"

"I don't think I'm ready for that."

"It's only so I can find out what works for a guy."

"Can we put that on the back burner? Isn't there something else?"

"There is, but if you don't want me to tie you up, then I don't think you'd agree to it."

"Try me. What is it?"

Lucy stood up, and drank from her glass.

"Have you ever masturbated, in front of a woman?"

She caught me off guard.

"Not to my knowledge."

"What does that mean?"

"It means, I do masturbate but couldn't tell you if I've ever been watched."

"Could you do it for me?"

I knew a 'no', at this point, would mean this was over.

Great you might think, but with Lucy's revelations, a thought entered my head. What if I could get her to do what Frankie does? Now that would be something.

"I think I could, but you would owe me."

Lucy seemed surprised, at my agreement, but still very enthusiastic.

"Ready when you are," she declared.

I took a massive glug of wine, stood up, and dropped my jeans and boxers.

My cock was hard already.

Lucy came around to my side of the breakfast bar. She pulled up a stool and sat down. Resting an elbow on the worktop, she rested her head on her hand.

"So, that's what you've been hiding,"

I gripped my shaft, and started to pump.

"Slow now, Tom. We want to savour this."

Lucy's eyes were staring intently at my cock.

"It's so hard, Tom. You need to attend to it more often."

"I attend to it, as the inspiration occurs."

"Let me help you with that."

Lucy straightened up, and removed her blouse, Once discarded, she rested her hands, palm down, on her thighs.

"Does this inspire?"

It certainly did. Lucy had taken my advice about a bra. Her breasts spilling from them. Were those piercings?

Lucy looked at her chest.

"Oh, my piercings? You've never seen them have you? Maybe you will, tonight."

I began to work my cock hard. I thought I might be more embarrassed about it, but Lucy continued to urge me on.

"Is that what you've call precum?" Lucy asked, as the first droplets began to appear, at the tip of my cock.

"Yes. That's it."

"Can I taste it?"

I didn't see why not.

"Sure."

Before I could protest, Lucy leaned over and licked my cock head, with her tongue.

"I meant use a finger!"

"Oops. My mistake."

I continued to pump.

"Don't you want to taste it, Tom?"

"It's not something a guy really does."

"Go on. I've tasted it, surely you can too."

Lucy's finger wiped my cock, and she offered it to my mouth.

In the moment, I sucked her finger clean.

"There's a good boy."

Lucy seemed to take great pleasure in feeding me my own precum. Maybe she'd tried it on other guys, and that's why her relationships were short-lived?

"Is your arm getting tired Tom, with all that pumping?"

"A little. Things seem to be taking longer than usual."

"Should I strip off?"

"No, no. That's okay."

"Well, at least let me take my turn."

Lucy knocked my hand away, and grasped my shaft.

"Gosh, it's warm. And swollen too."

As she pumped, I put my hands behind my back.

Lucy looked at me. I could tell she liked the idea of my faux bondage.

"It's such a waste, but I do like the idea of your precum covering my hand, as I pump."

All I could think of was Frankie, pumping my cock.

"Yes, baby. Pump that fucker!"

Shit! I said it out loud.

"Most definitely, Tom."

Lucy was getting more and more determined.

"This might be easier on my knees."

Lucy got to her knees, and I stood up.

"Are you gonna cum for me Tom? Are you gonna let me know I can work a guy?"

I put my hands on my ass.

"Yes Luce. I'll cum for you. I just..."

Her mouth engulfed my cock. I didn't care anymore. I was at that point of cumming, no matter what.

Lucy let go of my cock, and undid her bra, still holding on to me with her mouth.

Her breasts now free, and bouncing.

They were gorgeous, her nipples pierced with bars.

I put my hands on her head, whilst I tried to think of the best place to empty my load.

Lucy guessed what I was doing. Her arms wrapped around my thighs.

I tried to warn her.

"Lucy, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum in your mouth, if you don't stop!"

She didn't stop.

My creamy load shot into the back of her throat, as her mouth continued to work me.

"Oh God, Luce, I....."

She was draining my balls. And they were full. They were full for Frankie, but Lucy had beat her to it.

Lucy sat back on her heels.

"Here, let me get something to empty your mouth into," l offered.

"Too late Tom, it's all gone."

Lucy had swallowed my load.

We stared for a second.

Lucy got to her feet.

"Thanks for that Tom. Now I've got something to work with. G'night."

Lucy collected her clothes and sauntered off to her bedroom.

I was left in a daze.

Was that all she wanted? The experience? To work on her technique?

I should feel used.

I didn't.

Returning to my own bedroom, the lines were blurring between what just happened and the Frankie files. God, I hoped I wasn't dreaming.

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Next morning, Lucy was up first. She broached the elephant in the room straight away.

"What did you think of last night, Tom?"

"I must admit, I'm still trying to process it."

"Was I any good?"

"Oh yes. From start to finish. What you were wearing was excellent, but then, I am a cleavage man."

"Are you? I never knew."

"It's not something I put on my CV."

"I know, but I thought you might have mentioned it, in conversation."

"Okay. I'm a nipple piercings man too."

"That is good to hear."

"So yeah, you ticked quite a few boxes."

"And how about my hand and blowjob?"

I started to get hard. Oh fuck.

"They were great, I have to say. You really worked my cock."

Was I actually saying this to Lucy?

"Great. And there wasn't anything I said, that you found uncomfortable?"

"The bit about anal sex, I wasn't sure of.."

"Hmm... maybe that's where I go wrong. Tell you what, I'll never push you to try that. You'll have to ask me to do it."

"That sounds fair to me."

Brilliant. Like I was ever going to ASK for it.

Lucy finished her coffee.

"Things to do. Our next session will have to be tomorrow night, if that's okay?"

"Next session?"

"Yes. I was hoping you'd continue to help me with my techniques."

I was no longer sure if I was helping Lucy improve her skills, or we were just having sex.

"Okay. I'll book you in."

"Thanks Tom, I really do appreciate it."

Lucy put her coat on, and disappeared out the door.

I sat down with my coffee.

I'm an IT guy. How did I get here? Perhaps, I've been in a car crash, and I'm in a coma? Unbelievably, that WOULD be the most plausible explanation.

It all started at Phil's shop. Maybe it would help, if he could shed some light on the hard drive he sold me.

I drank up, grabbed my coat, and headed out the door.

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Ch-ching

Phil's bell, as constant as the stars. There were a couple of people in this morning, so I decided to mooch, until I could get him on his own.

As people left, I made my way closer to the counter.

Phil spotted me. He was talking to a customer, and waved me away.

Hmm... not like Phil...

Standing behind a rack, near the counter, I kept an eye on him. I couldn't see who he was talking to, so held back.

The customer turned to leave.

Oh my fucking, fuckity fuck!!!

It was Frankie!

I ducked down. I wasn't sure why, she doesn't even know me. Not like I know her.

Ching.

After she left, Phil waved me over.

"What's happening Phil?"

"Well, you see her, who just left?"

I feigned ignorance.

"Not really, but do go on."

"It was her who sold me the computer, you had the case from."

"Oh right."

I pretended to look towards the door, like a meerkat, to try and see her.

"Yeah. She says she brought in the wrong one, and wondered if I still had it."

"What did you tell her?"

"The truth, obviously," Phil replied, making 'air quotation marks' with his fingers, as he said the word 'truth'.

"Which, on this occasion is...?"

"I stripped it out and sold the piece parts."

"Which, actually, IS the truth," I pointed out.

"Yes, but she was only interested in the hard drive. Some irreplaceable family photos on there."

"Oh. Family photos..."

"Yes. Did you find any?"

"No. I never checked. I just plugged it in and formatted it."

"Too late then. She did leave a card, in case you came back in."

"What? You told her my name?"

"No I did not! Do you think I work for 'the man'? I told her I'd never seen you before. I gave her a brief description of you, that's all, and said I'd ask you about the drive, if you came back in."

Phil handed me the card.

'Frankie Curtis Photography - Weddings, Events, Glamour. 079xxx xxx xxx'

"Can I keep this, in case I can recover any of her photos?"

"Sure. One less problem for me."

"Thanks Phil. Oh, could I have a pack of floppy discs?"

"Price has increased since last time. You know how it is."

"Put it on my tab."

I took the discs, and left, before Frankie had a chance to return.

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Lucy didn't appear for the rest of the day, so I ate alone, and watched a re-run of 'Capricorn One', after dinner. Such a good film.

I decided just to watch one of Frankie's outfit videos in bed. The way Lucy was testing me, I might need the extra energy.

Stripped off, in my bed, I played 'secretary'.

Frankie was dressed as expected, a pencil skirt and blouse. Her blouse was open similar to Lucy's last night. Breasts all pushed up. She wore glasses, and had her hair in a bun. High heeled shoes, and stockings, no doubt.

The camera panned around, with Frankie bending over, so her skirt pulled tight in her thighs and ass. Just perfect.

As the video finished, I heard Lucy arrive home.

It didn't come easy. I was restless, and heard Lucy go to bed.

I wondered what SHE was thinking, about what we'd done.

After thirty minutes, I swapped back to my laptop. I must've been part way through looking at the files, when I last shut it down, as I'd left a folder called 'Outer Rim' open.

With the volume set low, I pressed play.

The guy was on all fours, naked, on the bed. The camera, pointing from the top of his head, and down over his back.

Frankie was between his spread legs. She was wearing a pink collar, and nothing else.

Her head bobbed up and down, between the guy's ass cheeks. What was she doing?

It wasnt long before the camera angle changed.

It was higher up, near the guy's butt. You could see Frankie's head. Her tongue was out. She was deftly licking around the guy's butthole, sometimes probing, with the tip of her tongue. One of her hands was pumping the guy's cock. He wasn't being very vocal. Just a couple of 'Unns' and 'Ahhs'. He must have been gagged.

Frankie was loving it, driving him insane. Her face going flat against his ass, as her tongue tried to search deeper and deeper.

She must have sensed the guy was close to cumming. She sat up. Oh, those lovely breasts. Her pumping becoming more ferocious. Then, just as you thought she was going to give up, she licked a finger and stuck it in his ass. He shot his steamy load all over the bed.

It was all over too quick, and engrossing, for me to think about masturbating, even though I was as hard as rock.

I shut my laptop down, and tried to process the sexual nature of what I'd seen.

As I was thinking, I heard a noise. It was Lucy. What was she saying? Was she talking in her sleep? As I focused, it became more clear.

'Tom! Tom! Help me!'

Shit. Lucy was in trouble. No time for clothes or trying to get my erection down, this could be serious.

Lucy's door was slightly open.

THIS, I never expected.

She was on her knees, naked on the bed. Her wrists between her ankles. All of them through her stocks. Her face forced flat on the bed, and her ass up in the air.

The modified whip, she had to release herself, was on the floor.

"Please, Tom. Do something."

I got on my knees, at the end of the bed. I didn't consider freeing her. I stuck my tongue out, and pressed it against her butthole.

"Oh Tom. I didnt mean that, but don't you dare stop!" Lucy begged.

I used my tongue to circle her butthole, like I saw Frankie do. Every now and again, I'd press the tip against her hole, without entering it.

Fuck me. This was so good. Lucy was under my control, and I had her ass.

Holding onto the top panel, with both hands, I put my tongue into ovedrive.

The tip of my tongue pressing further into her tight hole.

"Fuck me Tom. Fuck my ass!"

I stood up. The angles just wouldn't work, but I wasn't about to set her free.

I took my hard cock, and pressed it against her butthole.

"Yes Tom! Put it in me. Fill my ass!"

Not tonight, I wouldnt be.

I began pumping my cock.

"I'm gonna cum over your pretty ass, Lucy."

"No Tom! I want it IN me!"

"All you're getting in that tight ass, is this."

I sucked one of my fingers, and slid it in to

her receptive ass.

"Yes Tom. Like that, but with your hard cock."

"I'm in charge Lucy. You'll have to work harder for that. Right now, its going over your ass."

Lucy pulled at the stocks, but could not get free.

Precum was dripping from my cock. I let it land on my finger, in Lucy's ass, as I began to work her little pucker.

I was ready.

A few short rapid strokes, and my hot cum fired over ger ass and back.

After a couple of streams, I removed my finger and wiped my cock against Lucy's now vacant hole.

"God that felt good."

I slapped Lucy's ass.

"Just wait until you're like this Tom. I'll show you what an ass fucking is!"

Laughing it off, I got a towel, and wiped down Lucy's ass and back.

I unlocked the clips, for the stocks, and set her free.

"Good night Lucy."

I thought it might be best to take a shower.

Whilst drying off, I heard Lucy's door open and close.

I gave her five minutes, then left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist.

Lucy was stood naked, outside her bedroom.

"Did you like that, Tom?"

"Oh yes, I did."

"Did you want to fuck me? Did me being stuck like that, make you want to fuck me more? Did you want to fuck my ass, but were too afraid?"

"I think it's a bit late for this conversation, Luce."

"So you didn't want to?"

I grabbed her forearms, and shook her.

"Of course I wanted to. I wanted to fuck you inside out. I wanted to spank your ass, and make you suck my dick. Sure, I thought about fucking your ass. And maybe, if I could've got into a decent position, I would have. However, I think we're going too far."

My towel dropped from my waist, revealing my hard cock.

Lucy got to her knees.

"How far is too far?"

She licked the end of my cock.

"Is this too far?"

She took my glans in her mouth, then released it again.

"Was THAT too far?"

Her mouth then deep throated my entire shaft, and released it again.

Lucy looked up at me, licking her lips.

I couldn't t take any more.

I pushed her on all fours, and got on my knees between her legs.

Her pussy was soaking.

I guided my cock into her.

"Is THIS too much?" I asked her.

"Oh no, Tom. More, more!"

I pushed deep into her, and started to fuck her.

"Yes Tom, fuck me! You've always wanted to. Fuck your Lucy. Fuck her until you cum."

I fucked her as deep and hard as I could.

"You are so good Tom. Make me take it all. Fuck me. Make me cum."

I rammed into her. My only desire was to cum inside her.

I was so ready, it didn't take long.

"Yes Tom, fire it all into me. You know you've wanted to, for so long."

My hot honey streamed into Lucy's eager pussy.

"Fill me up, Tom. Fill me to the brim."

What had I become? We'd been the best of friends for years. And only that. Friends. We never even considered crossing the boundary. Yet her I was, fucking her doggy style, outside her bedroom.

I had to sort myself out. But not just yet.

Right now, I wanted to feel my hard cock inside Lucy's pussy.

I'd become a sex maniac!

It was all down to Frankie. I needed to speak to her.

I didn't know why, but I knew it would unlock this spiral I'd become lost in.