After Work Excess (23 page)

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 gone 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 l
eaned 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…