After Work Excess (2 page)

I put my magazine down, knowing exactly where this was going, and shot him a disapproving look, a look that simply said '
Not again, surely?
'

“
It's okay, he seems like a really nice guy, and he's willing to come to Weston next weekend, if
we're
up for it?”

It wasn't the first time that he'd suggested something like this, as the first time was over 6 months ago, with a guy called Charlie, who had agreed to meet the two of us at bar along the seafront, to talk about spending some quality time with me. At the time, I knew full-well that the idea of my fiancées young blonde girlfriend being carnally enjoyed by another man was a huge
turn-on
for him,
especially
if he could watch – as he had shared this fantasy with me many times before that initial liaison. It sounds really weird I know, but it was just
his thing
. However that first meeting, with another guy, didn't exactly go to plan for my fiancée, as Charlie wanted to enjoy his afternoon session with me alone. I can remember feeling distinctly uncomfortable with the whole idea at first, especially as Charlie and I entered our flat, with my fiancée dutifully waiting in the street 2 floors below. I surprised myself though, as after getting over my initial reservations and feelings of
sexual awkwardness
, I willingly
gave myself
to Charlie, allowing him to enjoy the intimacy that I only usually shared with my own man.

Although I couldn't deny that I actually ended up enjoying the bizarreness of that first afternoon sex session, and also the strangely empowering debrief that I gave
my man
afterwards
, long after Charlie had left – I had, at the time, considered it as a
one off.
Looking back though, I was incredibly naive though, to think that my session with Charlie would be the last time that I'd be
pimped out
by my own fiancée. Unbeknown to me, as a
doe eyed
and impressionable 21 year old, willing to do almost anything for the continued adoration of my older fiancée, there would be several more
sex dates
over the coming months, always for cash, and thankfully, usually with my man present throughout. I can't say that I was a totally innocent party to all of this, as I have to admit that enjoyed the money, as the
fee
that these guys willingly paid, was always spent on me. My man bought me designer high heels, dresses, elegant lingerie from Agent Provocateur, MAC make-up and a variety of expensive sex toys. On one hand, I was sharing my body to please men that I had never met before, but on the other, I was being showered in gifts and adoration from my man, and experiencing a love and material possessions that I could have never have dreamt of enjoying and owning just a year ago.

As my man worked his wandering fingers under the loose hem of my red dress, making contact with me through my sheer black knickers, I decided to
park my thoughts
about this forthcoming weekend, and the guy that had no doubt been promised some
quality time
in bed with me. I leant across and kissed him passionately, as he continued to gently stroke me through my knickers, before delving my slim hand under his bath towel and grasping for his already erect, and intensely firm penis. Although I hadn't actually slept with that many guys before meeting my fiancée, he had certainly developed my sexual confidence over the last two years, and that was long before he had started to introduce
other parties
to our sex life. As he helped me to develop my own sense of
sexual prowess
in the bedroom, I had begun to realise just what it was that guys seemed to find attractive about me, and I noticed that even more-so when I was sat behind my personal bankers desk at the bank. Maybe it was the fitted uniform, which consisted on a white satin blouse, knee length skirt, and a single breasted jacket, or maybe it was my office glasses. I usually wore my hair up, and my make-up in a business like way, but despite this, I had seemed to have perfected my alluring
sales technique
, and in doing so, I certainly wasn't making many friends amongst the other personal bankers in branch, as despite being fairly new to the role, I was rapidly rising up the regional sales charts.

I held him firmly, wanking his impressively thick shaft, before breaking away from kissing him, to state “It looks like you've missed me even more than usual this week...”

“I've wanked about you every night.” he replied, telling me just what I wanted to hear, before adding “And this guy is
so
looking forward to meeting you...”

Again I ignored his attempt to gain some sign of commitment from me about next weekends possible arrangement, as I tried to swiftly move him
off the subject
by parting my thighs widely, still laying on my side, and inserting my free hand inside my sheer knickers, tracing out the undeniable line of my natural wetness, purely for his viewing pleasure. He took in the sight of me, as his cock twitched inside the cover of my controlling hand, before I said “And this is what I've been doing, every night whilst you've been away...”

“
Playing with yourself, over me?”

“
Yes, whilst thinking about you, and your lovely cock.”

“
And have you been using any of the toys that I bought you..?”

I paused for effect, before responding honestly with “No, there's really no need, as I prefer to touch myself.”

“You don't like the toys then?”

“
No, I like them, but I prefer to use them with you...”

With that, he pulled back from me and reached into the bedside draw and pulled out a heavily veined, pink rubber sheathed vibrator. Sensing where this was going, I eased my knickers down and over my ankles expectantly.

“I want you to use it on yourself.” he directed, as he handed me the sex toy. I willingly took it from him, twisting the end of it, in-order to bring it to life, as it began to give out a soft whirring noise, before raising it to my lips and engulfing it's tip, as I began to mimic giving this phallic cock a slow and sensual blow job. With my fiancée’s cock now free of my grasp, he began to slowly stroke himself, over the sight of me, as I closed my eyes tightly. I thrust the pink toy in and out of my mouth, covering it with the lipstick from my pert lips. Despite sensing that he was enjoying my exhibition, I then withdrew the toy from my mouth and lowered it towards my neatly trimmed pussy. I pressed the vibrating tip of it against my pre-engorged lips and then lifted it higher, running it all over the triangle of my neatly trimmed triangle of dark blonde public hair that covered my pelvic area. Whilst holding his gaze, I then lowered it once more, and without any further need for ceremony, I gently pressed the '
bell end
' of this phallic shaped prosthetic cock into my wetness, letting it sink out of view, as I buried it deeply within myself in one swift movement.

“
I love to see you enjoying another cock...” he began, as he leant forward to squeeze my left breast through the thin material of my dress, before adding “Even if it is only a rubber cock..!”

Ignoring his comment, I set about thrusting the toy deeply in and out of my tightness, as my vaginal muscles began to relax and accept this rubberised invader. I intended to see this through from start to finish, hoping to make myself orgasm for his viewing pleasure, but it wasn't to be, as after just a couple of minutes he firmly clasped his hand around my wrist, inadvertently pulling the toy from my inner wetness, before apologising and saying “Sammy, I love watching you do this, but I really need to fuck you now.”

With the redundant sexy toy thrown down to the base of the bed, I sat upright and moved to raise my red dress over my shoulders, but he stopped me, as he said “No leave it on for me, I like you wearing red.”

“
Okay,” I giggled, before adding “So how do you want me?”

“
On your back...”

He moved aside, throwing his damp and crumpled towel to the bedside floor, and allowed me the room to lay in the centre of our bed, as I parted my slender thighs expectantly for him to be able to penetrate me with his lovely cock. He crouched over me, and with his firm penis hovering with intent, before he gently eased each of the shoulder straps down, exposing my pert, braless breasts. I wasn't exactly what you would call busty, but at least I had grown into a B-Cup, after being barely more than an A-Cup for my first boyfriend Steve, who I dated for a year whilst at college. For my man though, size was irrelevant, as what he really enjoyed about my bare breasts, were my nipples, which never seemed to let me down when the occasion arose, as like so many times before, they were now fully erect – sending him a clear message that I was fully aroused and ready to feel him
inside me
, after what had felt like an incredibly long week alone.

As he had done so many times before, he took a minute or two to worship each of my nipples in-turn, licking them and teasing them as he dared to gently nibble at each of my swollen teats, before lifting himself upwards, to face me, and to French kiss me passionately as the tip of his bare cock began to search for my slender, but increasingly wet entrance. As he pressed his weight forwards, to do what nature had intended and seeking to bury himself within my
inner-folds
, I suddenly stopped him though, by grasping at his upper arm firmly.

“
Shit, I forgot to take my pill!” I shrieked.

He looked down at me calmly, with the tip of his cock already beginning to part my entrance, as he replied with “Well when do you normally take it?”

“First thing before work,” before I added “I'd better go and take it now...”

He held me there, with his strong masculine bodyweight, and simply said “Why don't we not bother, we are engaged to be married after-all aren't we Sammy?”

“Yeah, but I might get pregnant?” I replied in exasperation, knowing full-well that my younger sister Kayleigh had fallen pregnant recently, after claiming that she only
did it
once without any protection. Her impending journey into single motherhood frightened the life out of me, although I still wasn't sure if I really believed that she only forgot to protect herself that
one time
!

“
Listen, you're really not getting it, I'm saying that if you fall pregnant, you fall pregnant. That is unless you really don't actually want kids with me?”

I paused to take in the gravity of what he was saying, feeling once again that my young life was again racing forwards at 100 miles per hour, before replying with “Of course I want kids with you silly,” before adding “I'm just not sure if
now
is the
right time
to start trying, I mean – I'm only 22.”

“
Yes but I'm 32 Sammy...”

He had a valid point, and we were after-all engaged to be married, and more importantly 'happy', although deep down I hoped that I wouldn't
fall
straight away, as I firmly held him, either side of his hips and said “Come on then, are you going to fuck me and give me a baby or what then Mister?”

Spurred on by my obvious willingness to comply with his wishes, I was soon laid back submissively, my eyes tightly closed, with my thighs held high and wide, as I enjoyed his pace gradually progressing from a slow and steady exploratory few strokes, to a more 'piston like', unbridled and passionate motion. As I revelled in the feeling of this
Friday homecoming sex session
, I couldn't help but begin to imagine the changes that would begin to occur within my young and hopefully fertile body, at the point where he would no doubt reach his
moment of no return
and begin to unleash his rich semen into my unprotected womb. I imagined the first few seeds, from his pre-cum, edging their way towards their goal, only to be followed a few minutes later, by millions of his energetic
little swimmers
– all searching for their goal.

The whole thought of it, and how my future life was all suddenly
falling into place
, was just too much for my mind to process, as I began to feel the all too familiar feelings of my own orgasm steadily building from deep within my loins. He must have sensed that I was close to the edge, as he quickened and deepened his pace, mercilessly thrusting into me with his powerful strokes – determined to join me, at exactly the same point in time. I panted quite uncontrollably, as he
rammed into me
, desperately trying to regain my composure, but failing miserably each time, as his cock caused yet another wave of pleasurable sensations in the delicate tissue of my pussy. My efforts to hold myself back, to enjoy these sensations for just a little longer, were in vain, as I felt my body begin to tingle and my vaginal muscles contract – I was
cuming
, orgasming for my man, whether I wanted to or not.

With me quite literally crying out in a passionate and helpless
yelp
, totally unconcerned for the noise that my neighbours in the flat next door could no doubt hear, he grunted – and froze, with his cock buried inside me to the hilt, before powerfully twitching as his balls pumped his thick white seed deeply into my overly-submissive body.