After Work Excess

by Samantha Davies

  Chapter 14 - The End of an Era

  Back to present day now, and after the drunken events of the previous session where Jamie's cheeky mate Barney had managed to coheres me into allowing him to film us having sex, I had a bit of a breather from Jamie through the last two weeks, mainly because things had escalated so fast that I just needed to have a break from him. I had seen him once though, and that was on a day out to Alton Towers theme park. It had been arranged for weeks, and so I couldn't really avoid it, but despite my reservations, and the fact that four of his mates also came along, we had a great day out. The only low point, which was typical of their idea of a practical joke, was whilst were were all riding on the log flume. Jamie and I were sat in the front, and all was going well, until we made the last big decent at the end of the ride, the one when everyone in the log undoubtedly wets a good soaking. With my arms held high, just as we hit the water below, Jamie reached across me, and in a premeditated move, he yanked my olive green vest down, along with my bra, to expose both of my breasts to the awaiting drenching! I screamed, sensing what he had done, as I felt the cold water soak not only my top, but most of my cruelly exposed breasts! I laughed it off though, as I hadn't thought that anyone had really seen anything – this after-all was just Jamie being Jamie!

  My blushes were far worsened though, when we all lined up to see the photos that the automatic camera had taken, as our log plunged into the awaiting water, as there was yours truly, with my arms held high and both of my breasts exposed and fully captured in print. I went bright red as his mates literally fell about laughing, and Barney only made matters worse by insisting on purchasing the photo, gladly stumping up £12 for the privilege of owning my topless picture...

  Apart from that day, I needed to spend more time alone, as I also needed to preserve my energy for work as I was desperately trying and get back on track to save my job, There were also the niggling rumours that I kept hearing from my friends that my ‘toy boy’ Jamie was a bit of a ‘player’ and that he was expecting a child with a girl from college, and also seeing a married mum from TJ Hughes. Although I had no firm evidence of this, he was 'apparently' spotted several times by my so called 'friends' with a heavily pregnant teenager who was already pushing a push chair.

  As always though, I preferred to make my own character judgements, so when Friday finally came, I arranged to meet Jamie at my flat and then go out with him into town for drinks. I dressed in my favourite little dark blue party dress and heels ready to go out on the town and put work and all the 'bad rumours' about Jamie firmly out of my head.

  Jamie was awestruck when I answered the door in my dress, as its a bit of a show stopper as my breasts are just small enough not to need a bra with it, but big enough to fill the dress nicely without looking too tarty.

  Once in the bar, I stood purring like the true trophy girlfriend that I'd become, on Jamie's arm and dared to suggested that we should venture out a bit more, maybe head into Bristol and stay over in a hotel, or even go to London for a weekend and have a proper clubbing 'blow out' but as always, he didn't seem too keen. I'm sure he would go at a push, but at just twenty, I mused that he clearly thought that this town was enough for him, but maybe I could open his eyes a bit over time, as I for one I certainly had ‘big dreams’ to explore more of the world.

  After many drinks we headed back to mine, sharing a bag of chips as he wandered back to the flat, then once inside Jamie kissed me passionately as I stroked him through his low cut jeans. As we were back at the flat and alone, as per usual, we headed straight to bed and I straddled him as he slipped his jeans to his knees along with his boxers and I went to lift my sexy dress off over my head, but he asked me to leave it on. We hadn't actually had sex for a couple of weeks, mainly because I had managed to stay away from him, but before I knew it he cock was thrusting at me, prodding and trying to find my wet opening under my dress. He knew that I wouldn't be wearing any knickers which was my own fault for admitting that fact, as I had whispered it to him earlier in the bar. He groped at my braless breasts and soon had my left breast hanging out of my dress as I dutifully sank down onto his hardness and rode him. He hadn't lost any of his passion for me, as he thrust up at me, with his his bare cock eager to get inside me, until it had reached it's target, and was probing me really deeply... In his typical manic style, he grabbed at both of my breasts and soon had them hanging out of my dress as he gripped on to them really firmly. Manhandling me by my exposed breast flesh, he pulled my petite body down onto his fully erect cock, as he thrust his slim hips up towards me.

  Needless to say, with his desperation to simply do everything at once, it was all over for both of us in what felt like a flash - as the firm groping of my breasts had actually surprised me, and made me orgasm very quickly, which in-turn made his balls inadvertently begin to squirt his load deep inside me before I collapsed in a hot sweaty mess on his spent body.

  Sometimes I had wished for a little more from Jamie, but not on that night, as I lay exhausted in my crumpled dress, next to him and thought 'Oh for the love of a post-night out quickie..!' It was quickie sex - yes, no foreplay, but good sex all the same, a bit like a burger, it was nice, but you wouldn't want it that way every-night! There was however a larger problem, and for me it was an ever increasing problem; and that put simply – was more often than not the sex with Jamie was almost always like this, just a drunken fumble before being swiftly penetrated and then rampantly fucked until he would all too soon explode inside me. Sometimes, like tonight, I orgasmed, but more often than not, I didn’t, as it was usually all over far too quickly. Because of this growing problem,I began to think to myself, 'Surely there’s more to life than this?'. Hence my increased consideration for secretive, but occasional escorting dates with older guys, guys that would be willing to take their time, after wining and dining me…

  ***

  Afterwards, as always – after everything that we'd drunk, we had a heavy sleep, but Jamie had awoken and left for his part-time job long before me in the morning and had written me a note asking me to meet him at Barney's place at 7pm that night if I was up for it? I was a bit dubious about the way that the note was written, but went along with it all the same and turned up just after 7pm that night, on Saturday, to find Jamie, Barney and another guy Phil already well on their way on the lager.

  Jamie kissed me passionately as I entered the lounge, clearly showing off his prized possession, which was a bit inappropriate in front of his mates, but there you go. Then he handed me a strong vodka and orange and I joined the three of them as they played on the dancing game on their Wii system. I watched them making a total hash of the steps as I quietly drank my drink until it was my turn. Of course, I turned out to be much better than the three of them put together, but was put off by Phil's comments about my breasts wobbling in my tight top as I danced to the music on the spot...! ‘Cheeky sod’, I thought – Especially as I hardly knew him!

  I settled down to have a second drink as Barney and Phil took turns on the game, but Jamie was obviously feeling quite horny as he kept French kissing me as if the other two weren't even there. I asked him if he wanted to leave and come back to mine, but he basically laughed off my idea, and then dared to caress with my breasts through my top as he kissed me. I was okay with it, as the other two were well occupied, as they struggled to keep up with the prescribed dance moves on the screen. But then to my horror, Jamie suddenly called out to the other two to draw attention to my hardening nipples, which were clearly visible and showing through my light blue tight top! I was bright red with embarrassment in front of these younger testosterone fuelled guys and promptly slapped Jamie straight across the face, telling him “Just cut it out, or I’ll bloody go home..!”

  An couple of hours went by and although things had calmed down considerably since Jamie’s earlier slap, one thing led to another and Jamie, sensing that I had once again warmed to his affections, began to French kiss me. I'd had several more strong drinks by that stage, as it was g
one 10pm, but I was still uncomfortable kissing him in front of the other two guys, so knowing that he wasn't willing to come back to the flat with me, I suggested an alternative option, as I whispered to him with a knowing smile “Shall we go upstairs – just for a bit?”

  Thankfully he took the hint, so that I wouldn't have to put up with being sneakily watched for a moment longer, and then led me to Barney's parent’s room to continue our teasing session.

  “I'm happy to play around up here, but if you want sex, then you're gonna have to leave your silly little mates, and come back to my place...” I slurred through my drunken lips.

  Unfortunately that statement was perceived as a challenge to him, as he did everything he could to wear me down sexually, kissing me passionately, biting my neck, licking and teasing my nipples, before rubbing me to the point of distraction, through my knickers, under my short denim skirt. He was more determined than ever, as I began to melt at his overly-provocative touch. As I had said, he was never that interested in fore-play, but tonight, with me presenting such a challenge, his foreplay was simply world-class, and even I didn't have the tool-set or the willpower to fight him off and say no to penetrative sex, once he had truly broken all of my protective barriers down.

  Within half an hour had he almost reached his goal, as he had me laying naked on the double bed with his tongue lapping at my wetness and my thighs parted, and slung back over his shoulders. I went to move position slightly, and I was suddenly made aware that there were now other people in the room. I scanned the darkened walls, only to discover that Barney was stood back by the dressing table, naked from the waist down and unashamedly playing with himself, whilst Phil was holding a mini camcorder. All I could think to myself, as Jamie continued to lap at my wetness, was ‘How had these two, of all people - managed to be so silent?’

  Needless to say, I was soon up on my haunches as I began to protested violently, clutching for the bedding to try and cover both my breasts and my naked crotch, but Jamie somehow managed to talk me round, explaining that they were just jealous, before he mocked them and thankfully got them to leave the room. They didn't protest, as they were sent giggling away, as they headed back downstairs.

  Jamie broke away from me, with our flow clearly interrupted, and followed them downstairs, before fixing us both a drink and bringing them back up to me. I drank it thirstily, noting that it was very strong, but I managed it, I really needed it after the shock of those two seeing me naked. It was way after midnight by this stage, and my head was spinning from all the home made booze, and finally, after some more loving from Jamie, and half of his drink as well as my own, I was back in ‘the mood’ for sex…

  He started giving me some expert oral pleasures, just like he had an hour earlier, maybe he was learning to take things slowly after all. He didn’t quite managed to make me ‘cum’ but he certainly got me close, before I motioned that I wanted to return the favour and give him one of my slow and sloppy blow jobs, but as soon I was bent over him, crouched on the bed, and with my mouth full of Jamie's big cock, I again felt a presence in the room…

  I looked round and they were both there, touching themselves through their boxer shorts. I lifted my head from Jamie’s cock, swept my long blonde hair back from my face and shouted at them “You’re just little fucking perverts really aren’t you?”

  “Not really, no…” Phil replied, as he laughed off my comment.

  Jamie then interjected with “Come on Sam, just let them watch, as they’ve heard all about you anyway, and if they fucking try and touch you, I’ll knock them out cold anyway?”

  “More to the point Jamie...” I growled back, if they do touch me, we’re finished, have you got that?”

  Jamie seemed to fully understood the implications of what I'd just said, and the guys were thrilled as I repositioned myself, in-order to settle back down to lick Jamie’s impressive young cock with them stood a comfortable distance behind me. As things progressed, I was actually beginning to enjoy the thought of being watched and leaned over as I sucked my man’s gorgeous member, and after a few more minutes I even got on my knees, daring to poke my bare bum in the air, and letting Jamie’s cock sink deeper into my mouth – as I began to revel in the fact that they could now clearly see what I was doing. My rear, or more precisely, my glistening lips, must have been pointing directly at them and I was actually starting to enjoy the empowerment of waving my bare pussy at the boys as Barney continued to stroke himself, just feet behind me...

  The next thing that I remember was the feeling of being touched, or more to the fact, the feeling of a cock pressing against me from behind. I wasn't sure at first, but I could definitely feel what certainly seemed to be a firm bell end pressing at my exposed wetness and assumed it must have been Barney. I released Jamie’s' cock, and swiftly, flicked my hair to the side to gain a better view in the dim bedroom light and turned to see that it was in-fact Barney – pressing himself against my rear.

  At this point, I thought to myself, ‘Do I create a scene?’ and then thought ‘Well, if Jamie wants to keep hold of me as his girlfriend, then he will surely say something very soon', so I decided not to actually say anything, just to see what would happen, and more importantly test Jamie’s affections for ‘his girl’… After having decided to simply ignore the protruding bell end that was now nesting firmly against my bare labia, I got back to work on Jamie’s cock.

  The only problem was that Barney must have taken my glance, followed by my continued worship of Jamie's cock as a definite green light, as he had clearly seen me look around and ‘eyeball’ him and knowing that I knew that it was him, he decided to then push forwards, and actually press home his thick cock into me - deeply into my womanly wetness, all as Phil undoubtedly filmed the moment.

  I sighed deeply onto Jamie's tool, as he stroked my hair, giving him a clear indication that I was being unwittingly penetrated by one of his so-called mates, whilst I continued to suck him, to test his reaction. I then let out an involuntary cried of “Oh fuck...”, which surely told Jamie that I was now being fucked by one of his friends, but again his reaction was muted and impassive. I then thought to myself, with Jamie's fate already sealed in my mind 'Was this now a spit-roast?' - As if it was, then I’d never actually been 'spit-roasted’ before, up until this night that is of course…

  In what gradually progressed into a thoroughly shameful evening, on my part, I am ashamed to say that I ultimately ended up shamelessly letting my guard down, and fucking both Barney and my guy Jamie in every position conceivable. Jamie never protested at any point, even as I rode Barney, whilst he nuzzled into my breasts, whilst Jamie stood redundantly to one side. At near the end of our debauchery, I lay on my back as Jamie fucked me until he ejaculated inside me, and then his position was swiftly filled by Barney, as he tried to emulate Jamie, fucking me on my back, also at breakneck speed, until he ultimately erupted deeply inside of me, into the pussy where his best friend had just ejaculated.

  I can still remember the feeling of Jamie’s semen dribbling down my thighs, only to be followed by Barney's, a few moments later, as I sat up and gulped down the last of yet another strong drink that Phil had fetched from the kitchen. I later wondered just what was in that drink, or had I just been turned into a proper Chav-Slut, just by dating Jamie for a few months, after years of being (fairly) respectable? One thing that I was resolutely sure of though, was the fact that although I couldn't deny what 'I' had done on that night, this really wasn’t me, and I knew that the longer that I dated Jamie, the more depraved I seemed to be getting…

  With all partners exhausted, and spent and with the ‘sex’ part of the evening finally over and done with, I dressed myself and made a rare excuse to Jamie, as said that I was going to go home, as I didn’t feel well. After a good ten minutes of Jamie apologising, if I felt that things had got out of hand, and then begging me to stay and ‘bed down’ with him alone, I headed back to my flat saying that I had a headache.

  ***

 
; The following day I arranged to meet Jamie after work, needless to say he arrived at my flat full of the joys of Spring, and was quite clearly up for some more sex. I sat him down and told him that I needed to talk to him, I told him that I felt immensely cheap and incredibly dirty about what I had done whilst with him on the previous evening, and that I felt that he had quite clearly shown that he had no respect for me, as his girlfriend, because he was obvious willing to let all and sundry have sex with me, in-front of him, without any complaint.

  He sat speechless before me, as I went on to explain that for that reason, I was splitting up from him – for good. I then proceeded to tell him that I was just a whisker away from losing my job, as I so distracted at work and again that I felt that he didn't value me as his girlfriend and that I needed more out of life than just being his 'Chav Slut' trophy girlfriend.

  My most prevalent thought of all though, was that of being unreservedly ashamed of myself, for my actions of the previous evening, because at no point did I actually bat away Barney's proposition, and for that I would always be to blame.

  He took it well, looking back on it, probably too well as he questioned me calling myself a ‘Chav Slut’, and he really didn't see my point about feeling used, as in his eyes, with our earlier sex sessions which included wanking him in the hallway and dressing up in a catsuit so he could take my anal virginity - He said that he thought that I was actually game for anything. I had to give it to him, he did have a valid point. He then further shocked me, by adding that he was was in-fact only 19 years old, and that he had told me a lie about his age when we had first met, and managed to keep the pretence up ever since. This admission totally enraged me, and after seeing red, I swiftly showed him the door – for the very final time.

  After he had left, I sat alone on my sofa with a stiff drink and I vowed to myself, at that point, that if I ever started another relationship, that I needed to hold myself back and not behave in the same manner over the first few dates – 'less is almost always more', I thought to myself. Despite feeling immense relief that he had left for the final time – There was still one thing that still unsettled my flow though, was that was the fact that he didn't even seem that bothered about losing me, so maybe he was seeing other people all along, as the girls had warned - who knows?