by Kilie Sams
“How’ve you been?” she asked, trying to change the topic.
“I’m Okay, I’ve been good.” Was all I managed. It came out harsh and she took it completely the wrong way. Why the hell did she put on shorts that short and where was her bra?! I could feel the insides of my palms sweating. I wanted her, puffy eyed and red nosed I wanted her. She was still very beautiful to me. Fuck beautiful, her body was calllliinnggggg, I kinda giggled, humming “no hesitation in my head’. She looked at me, and smirked.
“I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you.”
She came and hugged me, leaning over her breast in my face. I hugged her back, putting my hand under her blouse groping her breast and kissing her neck, at first she reacted. Then she jumped back.
“Becky what the fuck?!”
Fuck fuck fuck! What the fuck had I done?! She looked so good, felt so good, smelt like the Veronica I knew and fantasized about.
“How the fuck you must do that to me?! I trusted you!” she began to go off at the mouth. Screaming at me to leave. I tried apologizing, explaining, she wasn’t hearing it. I knew that she was in the worst position to be rational, after all nothing was rational about love; about a lesbian girl in love with her straight best friend. I really didn’t mean to, she knew how attractive she was.
“Get the fuck out, can’t you hear?!” I think that’s the most anger I’d ever heard her spit. My limbs finally caught on and I got up and left with my tail tucked between my legs.
I thought about what I had done, how stupid I was, how easily it happened, how strong desire can get that it out-wills you. And I completely understood how she cheated on Jonathan, I felt like I did her wrong. I had done her wrong. I wondered to myself how long she’d intend to stay mad at me. I hope it wasn’t too long, I really didn’t mean to. Ok I didn’t accidentally grab her tit, but I did it without thinking, like first nature. I sighed loudly, fuck. The only person who could probably help me was Bill, she’d told me his name today, she only called him Mr. Hilton. I would find him and get him to understand, maybe he could talk to her for me, if she ended up with him that is. Google was our friend I found him for sure, he worked for an American company that just opened in Australia I wrote the number down and scheduled an appointment with his secretary for the very next day.
Betrayed
Veronica
What had Becky done? I felt a headache coming on as I felt my eyes watered up. I was done crying I was crying too much. I squeezed them shut and calmed myself, I sang ‘In the Arms of the angel’ and forced my fists to relax and open. I could kick that half Chinese bitch ass. I could kick Jonathan’s ass, I could kick my own as most of all for being so weak! Now I wanted to kick Bill’s ass. I wanted to hit him very hard. No, no I didn’t. I wanted to see him.
Jonathan could ignore me for so long and no longer, and I figured he’d made his choice; by now, guess I would stay a slut forever, nothing could save me now.
I went to the bathroom, got some Nair out, layered my legs, my bikini line, and got my razor out as well. I was going to cheer myself up, a few orgasms could work. Bill would make me feel better. Men used women all the time, why can’t I use him? Exactly nothing was stopping me from using him as an outlet. What was wrong with liking sex? Or what was wrong in using it to hide your emotions? I see people do that shit with weed and liquor all the time. Well sex would be my outlet. I hope Bill would answer. I played Loud very loudly, sang and danced like nothing was wrong with me as I prepared to get myself fucked. I kept my emotions inline, didn’t think about Becky’s fuckery or what I had done to Jonathan. I kept telling myself it was ok. I made a mental note to still try and call. I really didn’t want to lose him after all we had been through, the hurricanes, the droughts, I laughed out loud, that was funny, we did go through a few of those, Sandy and Ivan.
I called Bill, apologised, told him I needed to see him. He accepted, told me not to worry about my punishment, agreed to see me, told me that we wouldn’t be going to his loft, we’d go to his house instead, the house the company had expected him to stay in, and he’d use his own money to buy the loft apparently. I agreed, he’d pick me up in HWT, buy the gas station at the top of Molynes Road. I got there, didn’t have to wait long good thing I told him I was leaving fifteen minutes before I actually was, as I got off my taxi, he pulled up. We headed up Eastwood Park Road, looks like we were going to Shortwood I thought, I sat silently in the car, my body ready but my mind dead, all I remembered was the Russell Heights exit sign.
One last moment of weakness
Veronica
We were alone. In a dimly lit room, the lamp like chandelier had one bulb, it was the sole source of light flickering above our heads. It was cold, up so high in these hill tops, far away from the city where no one could hear me scream. The way he liked it. The way I wanted it. The curtain drifted in through one of three open windows. The draft inside became a part of us. The walls where pale, with a soft floral wall paper half way down meeting a warm pine wood lining that matched the door, floor and the bed posts. It was bright enough for you to see every detail but dark enough to cast a shadow.
The bed stood an country with a lone chair facing it. That's where he sat. Completely dressed and business looking, focused. I knew he was thinking, lost in the cruel sadist mind, what shall I do with this bitch tonight. That was probably it.
In my place, on my knees, embarrassed by my own nakedness and anxiety. I was eager to please. I was nervous, how will he melt me tonight? How will he bare my passion and strip my needs. He knew what had driven me back here, how much I desired this how much I really wanted to. He knew this is what she wants from me. A firm hand and a cold heart. But yet he couldn't hide the fire in his eyes. And that made it even more exciting. He was subbed into dominating me. He had looked so uneasy on the drive up, looked on edge. Now he looked as composed as a soldier, facing the battle field.
"Stand!"
His voice echoed off the empty walls. The iron in it reminded me of his grip. Only his voice did that to me. Grope my will and curve it to his needs. I loved it. I felt a surge of excitement thrill through me. Moistening the back of my thighs. On shaking legs and buckling knees I slowly rise from my place, on my knees facing the right hand corner next to his chair. Next to me was his equipment. A line of toys I would have never in a century imagined myself having any affiliation. Floggers, dildos, rabbits, canes, my rein, whips, things I still hadn't learned the names of, things I probably never would. I feared the feathers the most.
Trying to silence the giggle of excitement I felt, and resisting my ever present need to fidget, I stand with my legs tightly glued together and my fingers folded into tight fists that would make my knuckles hurt later. But right now, I was on edge, like a heroin addict in bad need of a hit. I needed the pain in my chest to go away and fast.
I stood there for what seemed like forever. In the back of my head I knew he only made me stand to annoy me. This was his game, make her beg to give you what she wants. It was mental torment and sexual agony; because I had already been so willing. And then another part of me remembered, my knees would've been dead beneath me by now. He stood. I couldn't see but I listened. He was ready. Goose bumps flooded my skin, the ice night air couldn't warm my blood that way and my corner was directly by the windows. Finally.
"Turn your slutty ass around" he said in a low and almost deadly voice.
He stood three yards away on the other side of the room. He raped and molested me with his eyes over and over and over again. How many times had he seen my body? Too many times to look at me the way he was now. And yet I'm sure his familiar bulge was there. If merely showed cleavage Bill had an erection I could tell, even when we go out. He hadn’t wanted me to wear revealing clothes around him. But that was fine with me. I was never found of revealing myself, t-shirt and jeans suited me fine. I was never comfortable naked, especially in the presents of someone else, I didn’t tell anyone that, they’d think I was crazy or stupid since everyone but me saw a so
meone very confident. Bill had hated that most in the beginning. He had forced me to strip the moment I entered the playroom whenever I did. I could disobey him, but one was wise in choosing their battles.
I have big breast, not too firm not too soft, enough to be more than a hand and mouthful. My nipples and areola were tiny compared to the size of my breast. And the areola was a little paler than the nipple. I was also insecure about that. Watching so much porn and had yet to see nipples like mine had made me worry they were abnormal and to be shunned. To my surprise men liked them. Wasn't that a twist! Bill loved them so did Jonathan. You’re not going there and not right now! I told myself. I was wrapped in a warm amber skin tone. With delicate skin that would turn purple when bruised. He loved it. I was definitely a physically attractive woman. Both in face and body. But it was between my legs that he loved most. I wasn't a barbie with that perfect ass to tits ratio. I was more ample in the breast aspect. But that didn't even faze him. He could still grip me hard enough to prove his point.
"Come to me!"
His orders were clear. Head down I approach him, not too slow to anger him, this was his game, I wasn't allowed to tease. Not too fast for him to mock my enthusiasm though I was as eager as a child in an amusement park.
"Kneel!"
He rubs my head, my hair freely flowing down my shoulders. Rubs my hair, its soothing. Then with one sudden pull my chin is almost in line with my forehead. I ignore the threat of an on setting headache and push it to the back of my mind. With my eyes tightly closed. I remember to breath as I feel his face come close to mine. I feel his carbon dioxide on my upper lip and I feel like I'm about to suffocate. He kisses me, slowly, longingly causing me to damp my thighs again. I'm rewarded with a hard slap to my left cheek. Hot flashes of white sent a shiver through me.
"Don't get greedy, Up!"
Still holding my hair he directs me to the edge of the bed between the two bottom post, in front of his chair. My mind races with a million possibilities. What next my inner nymph screams, like a four year old in a candy store.
"Now listen closely Veronica, I'm giving your instructions once, get it wrong and I'm going to assume you have disregarded my commands as you please."
He doesn't let go of my hair but stoops a little so he is eye level with me, he's a much bigger man for my size. My eyes still closed I await my guide to this exciting journey. He kisses my cheek where he slapped me. His left hand trails down my breast. His index finger slowly circling my right nipple. Gripping my hair tightly by the root, he pinches my nipple hard. Kisses me deeply to capture the loud gasp and moan before it can escape my lips. Letting go and biting my top lip a little harder than to be painful but not hard enough to make it bleed.
He stops, rubs my hair. Bends his head and lick both nipples, slowly then sucks my right hungrily as if trying to erase the memory of the pain. As I arched my back thrusting my breast into his face, responding eagerly to his warm mouth and hot tongue. He stops and stands.
"Tonight I will not please you." My heart convulses and my chest drops. What! Bill has been cruel before, denied me orgasms. Gone to bed leaving me on edge and unsatisfied. Knowing I did not believe in self pleasure and couldn't relieve myself even if I tried. And now this?
"Before you, scream milk at me, listen to me." He continued, and I wasn't much more enthusiastic. This was just like him to find a way to make me not want to please him, and he'd targeted my biggest weaknesses. "Now Veronica, like I was saying. Don't safe word me. You will be allowed you're orgasms. I just won't be the one giving them to you. But only you cannot have it unless I say so. You know the rules" Another slap to my cheek. A little harder this time. I'm sure it was red. "Answer me bitch!"
"Yes Sir," I replied biting back the tears trying to escape. The hit wasn't as bad as listening to what he wanted me to do.
"Good girl, so here’s what you're going to do. You're going to play with this pussy the way I tell you to. Nothing too hard right? I know you're a stubborn little bitch, but this shouldn't be so hard for you" I could hear the smirk in his voice. He had the nerve to chuckle. He knows I may never cum, being stimulated like this. "Up on the bed! Lay down, and rest your hips right here on the edge." He grabbed my left tit, "And Veronica don't let me have to remind you to keep your legs spread, I don't want you fucking up my show." By now I was hot with embarrassment my face flushed and my lips dry, both lips. I climbed up onto the bed. Rested my ass in the middle and spread my legs as wide as I could; both as close to the posts as humanly possible. I could hear him chuckling, softly but chuckling, he had already won. I waited.
"Open your pussy lips up let me have a look at my prize of the night." He knew it. Fuck this bastard for doing this. How could he! He hummed a disapproving sound in the back of his throat. "You aren't wet enough! Don't you want to fucking make me happy?!" By now I could feel my pussy begging for his skillful tactics. But his voice was doing a good job of arousing me. With a triumphant happiness in his voice he changed his tone. "Very well I can fix that" standing he kissed my navel, down to the inside of my thigh; his knowledgeable tongue tormenting my insides. I could feel my walls contracting trying to fuck themselves. He drooled on my clit and the problem was solved.
Sitting back in his seat and pulling his chair up closer he got comfortable, waited and then began.
I listened.
“Take your finger and circle your clit lightly. That’s it, just like that. Slower. Trail down to your hole and use the tip to test your wetness. Insert it slowly, all the way Veronica. Now gently pull it out, taste it. Rub your clit, with a pressing friction, down and up, slowly, down a little, faster, good girl, just like that. Listen to you, do you hear yourself moaning, look at your hips grinding against your finger, finger your pussy, with two fingers this time. Yes, now find your g-spot. I know you know where it is, flick your fingers against it rapidly. Yes, just like that.” I wanted to beg, “Please make me stop” but masturbation had never felt this stimulating. I was coming, and soon maybe, I was doing a good job, or was I just willing to grab on to anything. I shut my mind up and listened, I heard his zipper go down, and he was playing with himself. He came up closer and watched as I rubbed my pussy, better than I think anyone else had. He was right, I did know where my g-spot was, his voice made everything better. He pulled his dick out; I heard the zipper go down. I listened as I heard him playing with his dick, it began to make a cute sound, he must’ve used lube. I heard him moaning, I began to let my moans out, “Good girl, you come cum, make yourself come Veronica” his deep voice, my hormones his moaning, my fingers doing something I thought they couldn’t do, I squirted for the first time, and Bill was there to catch it in his mouth. He sucked me as I tried to wiggle my ass away. He rubbed my anus, pushed his finger inside, it didn’t feel as awful as before, lubricated. He continued to jerk his did, his finger in my ass playing with it the entire time. “Turn over and spread your checks” I was praying he wasn’t about to fuck me in the ass. He didn’t instead he came all over my open ass and my lower back. I lay down; he wiped me up, laid beside me. I began to circle his nipple, my hand cupping his balls. When he was hard again I rode his condomless dick into the night, until I was pleased and contented, he then rolled my over, put my legs over his shoulders and drove deep into me until he got his own orgasm. He’d gone two to my seven. When I was leaving, the pain I wanted to get rid of was still in my chest.
Bill
Last night was amazing to some extent. Veronica was a fire cracker; she rode my dick so hard I thought I was going to lift off to the sky with her. Morning and two warm showers after, my dick still felt sore. She was good at riding dick. I don’t usually give women that control, but when she straddled me her small face so intense and lusting, I could not resist the urge to watch her bounce up and down and watch her two beautiful mounds bouncing. She was simply perfect. I’d let her do it more often when I get the chance to.
I paid attention throughout the morning I didn’t let myself get distracted. Not unt
il Michelle, my secretary came to let me know my 3 o clock was here.
“Internal of external client?”
“External and not sure she is a client, she’d refuse to tell me what it was in regards to, she said you’d know what she was here about, she only gave her name, Ms. Chang”
“Ms. Chang? The name doesn’t ring a bell. How many times do I have to ask you to check with me before?” “I would have boss but she sounded stern and very convincing. Plus you were at lunch and free the time she requested to come, at least speak to her please, she’d came early and had been here for a while”
My own convictions about time gave me no other choice but to see her. She walked in, black pinned strip suit, vanilla skin and an oval face, a long neck line, straight hair pinned behind her and dark eyes. She came in, commanding the place, I was thrown aback by her confidence, it’s not often that women show that confidence around me. She stretched her hand out to me introducing herself.
“The name’s Becky” she said, her words clear but lined with Australian and a heavy Chinese accent. Chinese? Becky? Veronica. This was Becky? The lesbian? That explains the confidence, I was a man who didn’t move or shake her, as you could imagine not many did. I stood instead of remaining in my seat. I was much taller, than her tiny frame, she was much shorter compared to Veronica. Her heels made her appear a good height.
“Excuse me I don’t think we’ve met.” I said taking her hand.
“I’m sure you’ve heard about me,” she dropped the professional tone and began. “I didn’t come here to make friends; maybe we could be friends after this, your choice. Look Veronica is my best friend, and she isn’t in the best place right now, I didn’t seem to make it any better, and apparently you are the source of all the agony she is going through right now. I’m here because I need your help.” She struggled to keep the English up, in her casual tone I could tell by her stuttering, and the awkward breaks she had between sentences. I contemplated her offer half wondering what in the world she could possibly be talking about. Maybe we could be friend’s we had the same interests and goals after all, I’d say pussy money weed, but I’m not on the smoking grind. She looked like a professional, thank God for that. Yea, maybe we could be friends. What was so wrong with Veronica though?