by Paula Hawkes
She wriggled backwards a little more and he looked strained as she was using her weight to bend his cock down against its natural, engorged position. She could feel the surface of the hard rod of flesh drag and press against her bum crack, and when the wet flesh of her pussy met his hard and hairy pubis she almost came herself, so had to stop again. They both breathed heavily, staring intently into each other’s eyes.
More carefully now, she edged back and lifted her lower body enough to let his cock spring back upright. A sharp intake of breath from them both accompanied the meeting of flesh again. He glided inside her easier than she thought. She was now so slippery that there was no real pain yet, just an extended and satisfying awareness of his body occupying hers, permeating her physically as well as emotionally. The sense of being filled extended beyond her groin and through her whole body. Neither of them moved at first. China just wanted to enjoy the completely new sensation of being crammed full and stretched. When she did start to rock, ever so slowly, there was a welcome pain that made her cry out for a brief moment. The deeper penetrations reached parts that were unused to contact. But with each new movement her body stretched and moulded to his, accommodating him inside and out. Her breasts were pressed hard against his hairy chest, her delicate nipples lightly scratched and wonderfully tickled by his hair.
She moved her hips slowly and with exaggerated rotation, relishing the sensations as his rod slipped in and out of her. She flexed her pelvis, drawing him in, sucking his flesh into the depths of her body and soul, pulling him into the very centre of her being. She bit down on his neck. She wanted to be a vampire, a succubus, draining this helpless young man of his sex, driving him to a madness of lust. She contracted and pulled hard, drawing his flesh further in, until she heard him cry out in pain and ecstasy. A charged twitching of flesh and a deeply felt flush of warmth followed as Mark arched his back to press painfully upwards, reaching ever new depths and flooding his essence into her womb. The pulsing of his cock against the gripping walls of her pussy pushed her over the edge and a quiver of electric sparks and rippling waves of heat and cold washed out from her pussy, head and nipples, taking over her body. Her stomach muscles contracted hard, uncontrolled, and her thigh muscles tensed. She arched her own back, trying to hold her breath to contain the moment just a moment or two longer, trying to freeze this molten moment, but her body shook and her muscles pulsed. Inevitably, all too soon, an almost painful cresting of released tension burst through her and she threw her head back and cried out loudly, tears coursing down her cheeks. She fell forward shivering, lips pressed to his chest, gasping for breath.
Chapter 18
China was late back to work that afternoon. She was acutely aware that she smelt of sex. The aroma assaulted her nose, a heady mix of Mark’s sweat and aftershave, and her own rampant hormones. Although she had taken a quick shower at Mark’s flat she hadn’t used much soap, as that would have given the game away completely. But she had underestimated the lingering fragrance of her fervent encounter. She kept glancing guiltily around, suspecting that all of her colleagues would work out what she had been up to that lunchtime. But no one said anything, and no one gave any impression that they were aware of any illicit activity on her part. She worked late that evening, well after most of the others had gone home, to make up for her extended lunchtime. How many different shades of guilt would she have to deal with?
When she arrived home it was much later than normal and Philip was sitting watching television in the front room. “Hard day?” he said looking up at her in the doorway.
She found hidden meaning in the question and nearly blushed. “You have no idea. Very stressful.”
“Poor you,” he said. “ He works you too hard.”
“I think you’re right.”
“You should ask for a raise.”
China wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep up this conversation without breaking down. Every statement Philip made was redolent with hidden meaning, and a stark reminder of her passionate lunchtime assignation.
“I need a bath,” she said and quickly went upstairs.
When she had settled her aching body into the luxuriant bubbles, the hot water made her private parts burn. She was sore down there from the recent activity. She sighed as the water scalded her skin in a deeply purgative way. An absolution through painful submission. A self-flagellation that was an integrated part of the guilt process of her Catholic past.
She shut her eyes and sighed again.
“Will this help,” Philip’s voice intruded on her relaxation and she felt an inexplicable anger rising. Why couldn’t he just leave her alone for ten minutes to sort her thoughts out?
When she opened her eyes she saw he was holding out a full glass of blood red Rioja. Instantly she felt bad. He didn’t know how her day had gone. How could he? He was just being considerate. She calmed down and reached a soapy arm out of the bubbles to take the glass. “Thank you love.”
She sipped the rich liquid, a perfect temperature and perfectly suited to a hot bath time wallow of the body and mind. She could detect the rich warmth of the spicy oak and a delicately sweet fruit. The edginess imbued by the wine’s spiciness was a fine counterpoint to her day. She loved how Philip could read her mood so well and always knew which wine to serve her. He was an amazing, caring husband. So, why did she need to seek sexual satisfaction elsewhere?
She knew that whatever she sought from Mark she could have asked for from Philip. But it wouldn’t have been the same. The familiarity of years of marriage just did not carry the edge that a new encounter could. She knew that now. Plus there was the illicit thrill delivered by a forbidden congress outside of that marriage, so wrong, so against her upbringing, so against the norms set by society, it crouched and beckoned, as enticing as an illegal drug. Yet if she remained in love with Philip, and he was never hurt by her activities, why was it so wrong? If no one was hurt, it would be fine to continue. She was worried whether or not she could cope with this complicated set of circumstances, but that was her issue to deal with and decide upon. Mark seemed happy, damned happy going by the soppy grin on his face after she kissed him goodbye at his flat earlier, so that was good. And Philip was blissfully ignorant, and even if he did ever find out she would state, with some honesty, that she was only following his direction, pampering to his fantasy. She was doing it all for him. After all, he had been begging her to have sex with other men for years. Whilst she had always believed that this was just a fantasy of his, the reality of which he wouldn’t be able to cope with, there was enough of a germ of complicity there to assuage her of all of the blame.
“Did your lover enjoy your outfit?”
China almost dropped her glass. “What?”
“The other day. Did your lover enjoy you in that blue outfit we chose?”
China remembered the evening before the photo session and was relieved. Philip was fantasizing again. She felt as if she owed it to him now to play along. “It wasn’t on long,” she said. “He enjoyed me out of it more.”
Philip’s voice deepened and softened to a growling whisper. “Did you enjoy him?”
“He was wonderful.”
“Was he big?”
“Huge. I felt quite sore afterwards.”
This mixture of truth with fantasy was becoming a thrill in its own right for China, and she came to the stunning realisation that her relationship with Mark was as much about her games with her husband, her love for Philip and desire to please him, as it was about her secret liaisons with a new lover and pursuit of the forbidden.
Philip just stared at her, his eyes unreadable. She suspected he was waiting for more details.
“He was fucking me for hours,” she shocked herself at the employment of a word she rarely used. This statement was a lie. Mark hadn’t lasted long at all today, and this made her smile. She was so sexy that men would come almost as soon as they entered her. More power to her pussy.
Philip was now kneeling down by the bath
and had slipped a hand under the bubbles to hold one of her breasts. She sighed and shut her eyes. “He played with that one for ages before he pulled my robe off.” As she said this Philip was playing with her nipple, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over and around it. “When he nibbled my nipples I nearly came.” She could feel her second climax of the day building up. She felt like a volcano about to erupt, her own dirty talk and Philip’s manipulating fingers enough to bring her close to the edge of the chasm.
“Did he like your tits?”
“He must have. He didn’t leave them alone, even when he was thrusting his cock in and out of me.”
Philip’s hand held her breast in a vice like grip. She felt the warmth of him near to her and then his lips touched hers. “Did you suck him?”
“Yes,” she lied. “I can still taste him on my lips. Can you?”
He ran his tongue over her lips and kissed her hard as he manipulated her nipple, squeezing and brushing. The hot water completely covering her body changed the nature of her climax. There was no exquisite cold this time, only a burning eruption as she gasped into Philip’s mouth. Her body quaked, splashing water about as she squirmed under the surface. Philip stopped kissing her and she rested her head on his arm. “That was wonderful,” she said truthfully. Two orgasms in one day. She could get used to this, she thought.
“You’re wonderful,” he said.
Chapter 19
The next day she could hardly wait to get to the café. She wanted Mark again. That morning she had dressed especially for the occasion. This time her knickers and bra matched, Chocolate and pink Victoria’s Secret. Very delicate, very lacy and just the right level of revealing. Her other clothes were shamelessly chosen for ease of removal. She didn’t want to waste any time so they could make the most of their all too short lunchtime.
Mark was there before she even arrived and, much to Devak’s obvious disgust, she didn’t even stop for a coffee. As soon as she arrived she grabbed Mark’s hand and led him off to his flat.
This time when she straddled him she kept her underwear on and Mark seemed very appreciative. He still didn’t last long before he erupted inside her, coming before she had the chance to, but that was just fine by China. She liked that he was unable to resist her, couldn’t control himself once her body had taken charge of his. As he slumped, dropping out of her, she leant back and thought for a bit.
“And what about me?” she asked.
“I’m sorry. You’re just too damned good.”
“Fair enough. A woman shouldn’t complain about that. But the fact remains that I am left feeling somewhat unsatisfied.”
“What can I do about that? Anything you want.”
“Well I do believe that one option is now closed to us, at least for a while,” she said, looking down at his flaccid member, resting damply on his thigh. “But I have an idea.”
“Anything,” he said.
“That’s the right answer.” She shuffled up his body, leaving a smear of his own fluids glistening on his stomach and chest. She placed her feet under his armpits and knees above his head, and lowered herself onto his face. At first he seemed to shy away from the mess that was dripping from her. “You said anything. Now make good on that promise.”
At first the lips meeting hers were tentative. She felt a feather light touch down there that almost sent her to oblivion and then she felt the insistent press of his tongue. She settled lower, carefully controlling her bodies reaction. His nose was nestled in her pubic hair and she could hear him snuffling for breath. She wriggled a little to give him room to breath, and to give his tongue easier access to her hungry pussy. He kissed it like he had kissed her mouth earlier, exploring her with his tongue, lapping at her spread pussy. It was only gaping because he had stretched it so much with his huge cock, so he only had himself to blame when she felt more of his semen slipping out of her and into his mouth. She felt like a queen sitting on her throne, with her loyal subject carrying out her every whim. He continued to lap hungrily at her and she felt his teeth graze against her clitoris as he pushed his mouth harder against her to curl his tongue deeper into her glistening cavern.
Now she did come, shaking as she doubled up over him, her knees gripping the side of his head, her fingers digging into his scalp. There was nowhere to escape that probing tongue, not in that position, and not without lifting off of him and she didn’t want to do that. She wanted the quivering, unstoppable waves of climax to go on forever. She needed her slave to be pleasing her beyond her own limits. Eventually she really could take no more, every touch of his making her shiver violently and cry out. She fell off to the side and pressed her thighs together, relishing the soaked feeling between her legs. She looked at Mark and his eyes were shut, his mouth smeared with their combined juices. She knew she’d never seen anything more erotic in her life.
As she lay there, gazing at this beautiful man, she savoured the moments they had just shared. What surprised her most was the completely new experience of taking charge during sex. In her previous encounters, both with her husband and ex-boyfriends before her marriage, she had always been the passive partner. This was how she’d been brought up. Her Catholic heritage had instilled in her a sense that the woman shouldn’t really enjoy this activity too much. Sex was fine, but not something to be explored or enjoyed. It was a simple case of the man pumping his seed inside the woman. Both parties, as long as they were married, enjoyed the activity, you fucked and then you moved on. China taking control and sitting on a man’s face and making him tongue her to orgasm would never have occurred to her before. She had seen such activity of course. Philip enjoyed pornography as much as any man, but when she had watched this in the past it seemed disconnected from her vision of reality. A visual treat for her husband but without any connection to normality or her own desires. While pornography sometimes got her in the mood for sex, it wasn’t anything to do with the images displayed so graphically on the computer screen, but more to do with a general sexual tension that those images would provoke in her husband. Now she felt like a porn star, and rather than making her feel disgusted with herself or degraded she felt strangely liberated and potent.
All these thoughts fell into place as she lay there watching Mark drift into a satisfied sleep. His breathing had become deeper, almost a snore, and he had fallen asleep with her nectar glistening on his chin. This man had eaten his own come for her, after his own satisfaction had subsided, and you couldn’t get a much more powerful demonstration of sexual dedication than that.
Chapter 20
The news on the television that evening was all about the local killings again. Whilst no new body had been found the police were now admitting what the journalists had been predicting previously. They were now convinced that the killings were related. The newsreader donned her serious face again, and her voice deepened to emphasise the gravity of the message. Police were warning women in the area to be extra vigilant, to not walk at night alone, and to stay in well-lit and crowded areas. The killings were not considered to be of a sexual nature, but there was an extremely high degree of violence involved. Whoever was doing this was an unstable individual. There were no details of the suspect yet, so women should be extra wary of strangers until the suspect was apprehended. The police were also asking for any suspicious activity to be reported to them without delay.
China and Philip watched the news together and she snuggled into him. She knew that her relationship with Mark was a risk, but this brought a whole new perspective to it. Luckily Mark was no killer, but when she first met him and carelessly accompanied him to his flat she hadn’t known that. She shivered as she entertained the thought of what might have happened if he had been the killer. It didn’t bear thinking about. Not only would she have lost her life, but also she couldn’t bear to imagine how Philip would have felt.
“You need to be so careful, love,” Philip said. “I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you.” He looked into her eyes as he said this. He always seeme
d to be able to read her thoughts.
“You’re not going to lose me, Philip.”
“I know I have these silly fantasies that I keep bothering you with…”
“They’re not silly, Philip. If they please you then they’re not silly.”
“Ok, but I just want you to know that I wouldn’t want to put you in a situation where you were in any danger.” He looked so serious as he said this.
“What’s this all about Philip? Why would a couple of sessions of dirty talk put me in danger?”
Philip looked conflicted and then composed himself. “Look, just promise me you’ll always be very careful.”
“Of course I will, Philip,” she said, kissing him on the end of his nose, and then on his lips. “Come on,” she added. “That news has depressed me. I need cheering up.” She winked and nodded her head invitingly towards the stairs. He looked pleasantly surprised.
“Twice in one week,” he teased. “What have I done to deserve this?”
“I can always change my mind,” she warned jokingly. She had no intention of changing her mind. Her body was getting quite used to a regular workout. “So get upstairs, get undressed and be ready for me.” She laughed as he ran eagerly up the stairs scattering clothes as he went like in some comedy farce. She switched off the television and the lights and followed him up, picking up his discarded clothes. She had every intention of riding him until he might think twice about his wish for a more regular sex life.
Chapter 21
In the days that followed Mark and China met on more weekday lunchtimes than they did not. She was running out of good excuses for being late back to work, and eventually gave up even supplying any. She did wonder to herself how long her boss would put up with her extended lunches, but he appeared to be doing just that for now.