by Vaughn, V T
I reeled back from her pussy, exposing the pink depths of her insides to him.
His brow furrowed. His face creased.
The mirror revealed the storeroom door still vacant.
Sean pumped his fat cock towards my girlfriend.
She gazed back with wide-eyed appreciation. Her sexual intolerance momentarily suspended as her pussy succumbed to the cool air.
His body tensed. His knee creaked. His foot stumbled.
“Cum!”
My chest ached in anxious agony. My vision switched between Sean and the mirror.
He yanked himself with savage ferocity.
I licked my lips, tasting her.
She panted, reaching instinctively with the insides of her fingers to her clit.
Sean grunted and spurted his first shot of spunk over the desk.
“Yes,” Jill said, stifling her encouragement to a whisper.
Feet thundered overhead.
A second spurt landed on the heel of her brown leather boot.
Perspiration poured from his face.
Another load landed inches from Jill's thigh on the desk.
She turned her hips quickly, squeaking her ass cheeks on the surface. She was turning her sex towards him. Inviting him to aim.
Treachery and trust warred in my abdomen. Tussled between dread and disgust in my chest. Embraced by demand and derision in my head.
Sean's final shot landed on the floor, missing Jill's delinquent target.
Her pussy pulsated before him. Motioned as if breathing desire. She watched him, legs spread, presenting herself continually.
She was grinning.
The power was hers.
Sean mumbled, then stuffed his spent cock in his trousers, struggled to do up his fly through several attempts and eventually tightened his belt. “I... Er...” He turned swiftly and scurried to the door.
I noticed severe red marks on Jill's calf where he had clasped her.
The sole of his shoe squeaked on the floor of the corridor as he hurried off towards the reception.
15
“Fuck me, Matt,” Jill said, swivelling her hips and thrusting her pussy to the edge of the desk towards me. “Fuck me right now.”
I unbuttoned my trousers, grabbed her thighs in my palms and slammed into her.
Jill's blonde hair flailed, her earrings swinging, as she seized my shirt and pulled my mouth to hers. We locked lips, swapping saliva and exorcising rampant, repugnant lust. To have witnessed another man masturbate over her, was as disarming as it was disturbing. To have watched the necessity for control in her eyes. Heard the encouragement in her voice. Cum all over this fucking desk. Jill had dictated his orgasm. Organised the flow of his sperm. Stipulated its destination.
Do you think it's possible to want to fuck someone you don't even like?
I fucked up into her, determined to dissuade her attention from her memory of his fat, spunking cock.
“Oh, baby, I loved torturing that fucker. I know he was angry. He was humiliated. Raging. He had to watch me had by another man. It drove him nuts, baby. Drove him nuts that I'm had by you over and over again.”
Her tongue wrestled with mine.
My hands clawed at her thighs.
Her warm breath thundered into my mouth. Her perfume purveying camouflage for her perspiration. For her juices. And his.
Jill grunted, humping her hips and thrusting her cunt onto my cock. “Fuck, baby... Give it... To me.”
I pummelled her pussy with all my length, desperate to silence her. To subjugate her. To dress her scarlet need for promiscuity in the deadening aftermath of an incredible orgasm.
“I can't,” she wheezed, whimpering beyond a whisper. “I can't... Believe he came... Watching me.” Jill's eyes shot shut. She was reliving the moment. Losing herself in a world of worship.
I momentarily saw Sean shoot his load over the desk. “Open your eyes,” I said, seething between deep, hard strokes.
Jill's eyelids retreated.
“Watch me,” I stated forcefully.
Her front teeth nibbled her lower lip.
“Feel me.”
She relaxed her pussy around my cock, taking me further inside.
“I'm your boyfriend, Jill. I'm your future. Not cheap thrills with other men.” I pulled my length out to her entrance. “Okay?”
Her silence masked her defiance under a thin veil.
I rammed myself into her again.
She clenched her teeth, widened her eyes and suppressed her voice in a series of explosive shrieks and cries.
I relished her imposition and battered my groin against hers. My lips roughly careered to her ear, to her cheek and to her neck, driving her disposition further. Outward, she glanced. Forward, she reached. Her fingertips falling suddenly upon distraction.
“His cum,” she said quietly.
I planted my teeth on her neck and pivoted between aggression and passion.
“Oh God... His cum.” Jill's body was rumbling to and fro on the end of mine, bordering upon familiar raptures.
I grabbed her blonde hair, yanked her head back to face the ceiling and devoured her throat, marking her for days to come. Christmas could conceal the evidence of her unruly lovemaking from her colleagues, though not from her family. My incisors would see to that.
She pried my face from hers, then smothered me in a succession of kisses. She circled my tongue, slowly inhaled my breath and finally parted our lips. There was an inch between us. Jill's eyes reading mine. Mimicking mine. Mastering mine. “Watch,” she said, then leaned carefully to her right side.
I maintained my pace inside her, recognising the growing fire which boiled within my balls.
Jill placed the forefinger of her right hand on the surface of the desk. She stretched her boot away, revealing more of the wood below her. Sean's cum languished in several drops.
“What are you...?”
Her forefinger snaked the surface.
Speakers blasted another infernal festive tune above the ceiling.
Her fingernail pressed onwards, closing the gap to his spunk.
“Don't,” I insisted, stabbing my shaft into her.
Jill halted, millimetres from his sperm. “It's just there.”
“Jill...”
Her body shivered as she lifted her finger slowly into the air.
“Don't even-”
She deliberately, precisely lowered the underside of her fingertip into the centre of Sean's largest, most concentrated load. She moaned gently. “His spunk,” she said huskily.
I slapped her naked ass, hauled at her midriff through her miniskirt and hammered into her, willing her to withdraw her touch from the remnants of his.
She was smiling, staring down at his sperm.
Sweat swished from my forehead. “Ugh,” I growled.
Jill grunted, pushing her left leg further away, opening herself yet further.
My fingers found her underarms, and clasped tightly.
“This is so sexy,” she declared, lifting her finger. “So dirty.” She caught his cum between her thumb and forefinger. “So wrong.” She blinked, then stared.
My climax was approaching, wrenched and wrought from an evolution of disgust. For her debauchery. For my debasement. For our disparaging descent into outrageous sexual carnage.
Jill's torso shook over mine. “Fuck.”
A footstep fell on the steel stairs from above.
She rubbed his sperm from her first finger into her second. “Oh God.”
“Jill,” I started, forcing my mutter through clenched teeth.
A second set of footsteps.
Her hand lowered again to the table.
My balls were tensing. “Jill...”
Her third and fourth fingers dipped into his drying spurt.
A series of footsteps, echoing loudly through the reception, down the corridor and subtly into the storeroom.
“Jill...” My yearning, burning moulded disgust and desire seized my spun
k in my testes.
Jill had positioned the first two fingers of her other hand over her clit, spreading her lips around my unstoppable cock. “I'd love to rub his cum into my clit... As you fuck me... Oh God-”
“Jill-”
“What?”
Disembodied voices followed the footsteps.
“Someone's coming.”
There was laughter.
“Oh, baby, cum for me. Cum now.”
There was shouting.
“No.” My insides emptied suddenly inside her. “Coming!” My sperm surged into her sanctum. “Someone's coming!” My balls slapped against the bottom of her ass.
Our eyes drew together in orgasmic, interrupted unison.
We heard Sharon, Nici, George and Billy. Where were they headed? What if they found us?
Jill's fingers slid over Sean's spunk as she abruptly withdrew from me. She pushed my chest with her left hand.
I fell out of her.
“I definitely did!” insisted the distant sound of Sharon's voice.
I crouched, grabbing my trousers, as Jill jumped to her feet and hauled her miniskirt over her ass cheeks and her dripping, cum-drenched pussy. She shook her dishevelled hair, straightened her skirt and kicked her crotchless red panties under a filing cabinet.
Her left hand took my right. She squeezed. Smiled. “You came in me again.”
Then we ran towards the corridor.
Jill stopped at the door of the storeroom, and turned towards me. “Baby, I'm sorry. I love you. You're amazing.” Her tongue invaded my mouth, kissing savagely.
The voices in reception grew louder. Animated.
I broke the kiss.
Sharon was staring. Billy pointing drunkenly. Nici suppressing a giggle. George frozen to the spot.
As Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas played from the office above, Jill popped the forefinger of her right hand onto her lipstick-clad lower lip, slid it gently into her mouth and closed around it, sucking the drying sperm of another man onto her tongue.
She gulped.
EPILOGUE
I was thankful Sean was leaving the country. That episode in the storeroom of Jill's work had been exciting – hell, it had been ground-breaking and exhilarating – but I couldn't come to terms with the possibility of it happening again, or escalating, without my presence. Despite Jill's assertions that she despised him, I couldn't help feeling under threat from him. His absence secured the end of her temptation.
We relived the events of the staff party several times over the Christmas holidays, and well into the new year as Sean became her fantasy fuck buddy for some time. Often she and I would fuck as she closed her eyes and imagined it was him pounding away at her. She squirmed, calling out at him/I to stop and erupting in an orgasmic fury as I ignored her protests. Jill said she was never certain of her attraction to him, but confessed it came from a dark part of her personality. One she would never acknowledge in real life.
“Have you explored that part of yourself before?” I asked, post-coitus in bed one evening.
Jill stared at the ceiling. There was a nervous ripple under her eye.
I propped myself on one elbow, leaning over her face. “Have you?”
A deep, anxious exhalation left her body.
What part of her adventurous past was she reliving?
“I'm not saying,” she whispered finally.
I pulled her negligee over her waist and reached down to cup her pussy, slipping my second and third fingers inside her.
“Oh fuck, Matt.” Jill turned her head. “Kiss me.”
I licked the inside of her lips, fighting off the advances of her tongue.
“Don't tease,” she wheezed.
“Tell me about your past, Jill.”
She whipped her neck away from mine. “No.”
“What was it you said a few weeks ago?” I thought back for several seconds, pleasuring her pussy and hitting her clitoris with the heel of my hand. “You were trying to convince me not to go to your Christmas party. Jeez, Jill, you were offering every outfit under your roof. I was having none of it, though still you continued. You were pulling out all the stops.”
Her breath was a concoction of frustration and arousal.
My fingers danced across the outer lips of her labia. “You said you'd unlock your biggest secret...”
Jill shut her eyes and sealed her front teeth on her lower lip.
“What was it you said, sweetheart?”
She shook her head. Moisture fell from one eye.
I pressed my fingers deeper, and scratched the surface of her sponge.
Jill took a sharp intake of breath. “Oh God... Don't... I can't take it.” Her body relaxed. Her legs spread further. She surrendered to my touch.
“You said he used to make you wear a second skin body suit. You said it covered you from head to toe, Jill.” I cleared my throat. “You said it was in this house.”
“I threw it away.” Her pussy pushed outwards, allowing my fingers to delve deeper.
“You're lying, Jill.” I rotated my fingers on her sponge. “You said he was a man you'll never admit to seeing. You said he owned your pussy. My pussy. Who was he?”
Her eyelids tightened.
I pulled at her sponge.
Juice gently oozed over my palm.
“Go on, sweetheart.” I kissed her beautiful forehead. “I can keep a secret... You know I can keep all your secrets.”
“He...” Jill's voice fell silent, her face contorting with the contagion of her anticipated confession. “I think...” She spoke at but a whisper. “I know... He was the instigator of... Wait... Do you remember I asked you if it was possible... If it was possible to want to fuck someone you didn't even like?”
“Yeah,” I said, humping my heel harder against her vulva.
“He was the instigator of those impulses. The ones I experienced again for Sean.”
“What age was he?”
“It doesn't matter, Matt.”
“Tell me.”
“Never.”
I would find out. Someday. I was determined.
“I'll never tell.”
The man who had possessed her cunt as his property. I would discover his identity. It was inevitable.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
The first draft of The Christmas Exhibition was written over the course of four weeks from mid-October 2012 to mid-November. It was my intention to create an erotic tale from earlier in Jill and Matt's lives than when we meet them in The Uncertain Cuckold. To explore more of their insecurities and fantasies in their past.
I hope you agree that the story works as a stand-alone title. It is not necessary to have read The Uncertain Cuckold.
I also hope that you will now wish to read more books featuring Matt and Jill, if you haven't already.
I plan to continue crafting them as long as the wonderful support from my readers continues. Thank you, friends, you are all wonderful. I cannot demonstrate how grateful I truly am for each and every one of you.
I only hope my stories are worthy in reply.
Yours,
V T Vaughn
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PREVIEW OF
THE UNCERTAIN CUCKOLD
The Uncertain Cuckold is set approximately six years after the events of The Christmas Exhibition. Please enjoy this free reading of chapter 1 (of 16).
CHAPTER ONE
1
I lay under the duvet and watched my fiancée stride naked into the bedroom, her body fresh from a bath. She approached her drawer of sexy underwear and peered inside. Her figure was insanely gorgeous. She was slim with a voluptuous ass. Her legs were beautiful, her waist tight and her tits small and perky. She hated me calling them small, often threatening to save for a boob job, but they were perfect for fitting in my mouth. She was 31, two years older than myself.
“I wonder what I should wear,” she said, turning to face me w
ith her hands on her hips.
Her pussy was shaven bald, something she had obviously done in the bath. Something she had done without my prior knowledge. And certainly something she had done without my consent. I loved her pussy in all kinds of fashion, though. Whether it was bald, hairy or cropped.
Jill's blonde hair cascaded down as she pulled out a pair of boy shorts. She slipped them up her legs until they clung to her hips and accentuated her magnificent rear.
“Do you remember that guy on the internet who bought me these?” she teased.
I was erect. Her history of male admirers on the web was something we rarely talked about anymore. She had never met up with any of them. Instead, she had engaged them in back and forth e-mailing, swapped photographs and even sold some pairs of her used panties. Many of the men posted her lingerie and chocolates as gifts. Jill's self-confidence had soared, and the rewards were all mine in the bedroom.
“You may masturbate over me,” she said, eyeing me through the mirror. “But do not cum.”
My cock strained against the duvet. My bulging balls ached and indulged by her dominant tone. I was suffering the effects of her enforcement of a sex ban which had lasted for several days.
“I'm saving myself,” she had said.
I seized my cock in my hand.
That I was not the man my fiancée was saving herself for sent shock waves to my loins.
“What about these?” Jill was holding up the skimpiest of g-strings with a pink garter attached.
I nodded, almost begging for her to wear them. I had tried to touch her several times all week, but each time I was dismissed and teased that her body temporarily belonged to someone else and only when that someone else had enjoyed the pleasure of it would it be returned to me. She enjoyed mocking and playing with me. And I too was addicted. “I'm going to be for him everything you wish I'd be for you,” she promised.
The sperm in my balls warned they were rising. My resolve was tested. The moment of no return agonisingly close. My hand slacked, then fell altogether into an excruciating, static slumber.
Jill watched, understanding the agony of my actions, and laughed. “If you dare cum, Matt... I mean it.”