He roughly directed her to the sink, where her arms rested. Lifting the skirt, he slapped her arse hard. Her blue French knickers were expensive and arousing. He slapped harder until she whimpered. Shoving her underwear aside, his cock went in.
Lauren knew she shouldn't shout but it had been so long since she'd had sex, the helmet ploughing her slit had her biting back a cry. He grunted as he thrust into her. The sink was creaking with the force he used. He wasn't tall, but he was broad and solid; his muscular thighs were powerful enough to have her begging for mercy.
'But you wanted to fuck right?'
Grabbing a handful of hair he wrenched her head to oblige her to stare into the mirror as he continued to use her like a whore. Getting into the act, Lauren watched contentedly. Reaching for her handbag, as her hands found the phone she snapped a picture of the mirror's reflection. A thorough 'seeing to' was exactly what the doctor prescribed — the doctor being her best friend Tory. The more he banged, the more eagerly she railed down his shaft.
Her sluttiness excited and disgusted him. His hands went to her top to rip down the middle of the v-neck. Ben smirked, wondering how she was going to get herself home with the garment unwearable. She was feigning immodesty and casual indifference but when the act was over she'd finally appreciate what a meaningless fuck actually was.
Having not worn a bra, Ben's hands were free to maul her breasts. Their plumpness had him grabbing handfuls of the divine soft flesh to twist in his hands. Rather than pinching her nipples, he squeezed them, pulling them down low until a barely audible scream registered.
He dislodged himself. Closing the lid of the toilet, he pushed his jeans down to his shoes and sat on the seat.
'Well get on and fuck me.'
Lauren was slightly alert to the danger of the situation. He was a stranger. He was strong. None of her friends or family knew where she was. She couldn't defend herself. She had actively asked, given him permission to do this.
'Get on my fucking dick.'
She straddled him. Annoyed at her tardiness he pulled her straight down, jerking his hips to remind her how deep he could go. The elements Lauren found annoying, were also those that had her rating this as the best sex she'd ever had. He was borderline abusive and dismissive of her, yet her body was experiencing boundless pleasure.
Putting her hands on his shoulders, she rode hard; squeezing down low on the shaft, clenching to massage the shaft within. The sexual workout was phenomenal, but she knew her thighs would kill tomorrow. Inadvertent accidents when she rose too high and dislodged Ben's cock, had them both groaning when she imbibed him back in.
'On the floor, you fucking whore.'
The demand wasn't offensive to her ears. She got on the floor, laying on her back. Her breasts rolled either side of her chest, as she hoisted up her own skirt.
'Spread your legs.'
Unquestionable obedience.
'Finger yourself.'
Wet, wanton and waiting Lauren used one hand to pull her pussy lips apart and the other to dig in two fingers. Blasting them in and out, she graduated to a third and fourth as her vaginal muscles relaxed.
Ben climbed between her legs, and replaced her hand by putting five fingers in her slack pussy. He rammed but knew her pubic bone would prevent them going any further. He shoved all five fingers in unapologetically. As she wriggled, squirmed and pleaded for a break he ignored her. Testing her for another two minutes, Ben's wrist eventually reappeared in Lauren's line of vision.
He knelt to rub the head of his dick over her clit; letting her buck and squeal as she came from the touch of his helmet on her most sensitive area. Ben contemplated on what should come next. Slithering up her his prick coasted in.
He'd stretched her good and proper which was mentally satisfying but for a physical reprieve he needed to orgasm. He jerked his hips but she wasn't tight enough to pleasure his shaft.
'Stay down,' he ordered Lauren, as he moved from between her legs to stand above her head.
'Open your mouth wide and suck me dry. Suck like a hoover because I need to cum and I want to fuck your throat.'
He left her no time for protestations. Mouth open, Ben's fat hard cock dove in. She wasn't used to giving head. Her mouth delicately clinched on his shaft, as he fucked till she gagged, covering his cock with a warm fluid. Lauren's breathing was heavy as she was forced to breathe through her nose as Ben pounded harder.
Her inability to relax didn't bother him; each gag and each reflux was a muscle massaging his boner. On the brink, Ben ground his cock so deeply down her throat, his balls were on her face. Ben put two fingers of both hands in her slit to spread her pussy harshly. Lauren's squealing round his shaft had him ejaculating and her swallowing.
He dressed hurriedly, leaving the disabled toilet without a word. Laying on the floor, ironically all Lauren caught a glimpse of from Ben's rushed departure was the glint of his gold wedding ring.
She got up, locking the door to readjust herself and privately call her best friend without disturbance or interruption.
'So?' asked Tory.
'Done,' confirmed Lauren.
'Proof.'
Tory received a photo of the library at 9.53am. The 10.34am photo showed Lauren in a mirror being taken from behind.' The final picture was of her daughter, Lucy, sitting happily in the library, recorded timed at 11.11am'
'Feeling good or used and abused?'
'Feeling great for having been used and abused,' confessed Lauren.
'Too soon to sought out Autumn sex?' asked Tory.
A Friend in Need
by Sue Harrington
The moment he came to her bedroom, he set her senses afire.
His tall muscled form served to dwarf his soft, feminine surroundings; although she had to admit that the outstanding beauty of his silky dark hair and the chiseled planes of his flawless face actually enhanced the room’s design.
For just a moment he stopped to stare at her; his ebony gaze ensnaring hers as he graced her with a dazzling white toothed smile.
His moist, full lips parted to tender effect, and he said, “I was just about to head down to the laundry room. Anything you want me to throw in the washer for you?”
Jasmin Taylor blinked hard, the everyday words uttered by Joel Jenkins-her roommate of two years-bursting the erotic trance that had held her captive just seconds before.
“Oh, um, nah.” She cringed at the lack of articulation that tinged her hurried reply. “I’m good.”
“OK!” Joel shrugged, adding with a probing stare, “You OK there, Pal?”
“Never better.” Jasmin answered with a sharp nod. “All is good here, I assure you.”
Again Joel shrugged, shooting her a quick wink as he turned for the door.
“That’s good,” he told her over his shoulder, “because I think your boyfriend’s car just pulled in the driveway.”
Jasmin was trying to concentrate on Joel’s words, really she did; but instead she could only focus on the fall
