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  His weight was heavy upon her, but she was more conscious of a warm feeling pooling within her. He shifted, withdrawing his cock, the wetness coating her thighs. Gasping for air, he lay on his side and looked at her.

  He raised his brow.

  She couldn’t help but smile.

  Unable to prevent herself touching him, her hand crept lower, straight to his cock, which now lay still. Within seconds of her touch, he began to harden again.

  “You want more?” he asked, surprised.

  Her gaze found his. “Yes. But let me…” She sat up, kneeling beside him as he lay flat on his back.

  She would show him she was no simpering young girl, but a woman who could keep her side of the bargain. It would be a night he wouldn’t forget. Even though he had forced her consent in the beginning, she did not see why she could not take the initiative now.

  Beads of moisture topped the end of his cock as she bent over to curl her lips around him. Her tongue caressed, smoothing over the delicate tip.

  “You’re tormenting me,” he said tightly, gripping her shoulder.

  “No more than what you had intended for me,” she said in a husky tone.

  He gave a laugh that sent a thrill down her spine. She straddled him, slipping him in quickly. She moved up and down, hard and fast. His hands slaked against her hips gripping her tight. Just as he was about to climax, he took her by surprise, flipping her onto her back.

  “Now I have you,” he whispered. His mouth closed over her nipple sucking hard. They moved in unison, each thrust sending her pulse skyward. Her nails scraped down his back. She had no idea that love-making could be like this. She could not talk. Nor could she breathe. All she could think about was him inside her and the sensations that tore at her one by one.

  Sweat slicked her body. He traced his tongue across her breasts and upwards to her mouth where his tongue played and tantalized. Another thrust with his hips and she could tell he was near the edge. She was so wet, dripping. The sheet dampened beneath her.

  He shouted her name as he came.

  Panting hard, she lay back against the covers, watching his chest rise and fall, both of them gasping for air.

  A masterful lover, she thought. And I, his novice.

  Eventually, when his breathing steadied and so did hers, he turned onto his side, and looked at her steadily.

  “You are different,” he said.

  Her heart danced. “Perhaps, because you want me to be.”

  He shook his head. “No, it is something else…something indefinable.” He gave her a thoughtful look. “I have another proposal,” he began.

  Excitement shot through her. “Go on.”

  “I need a wife.”

  She jolted. “A wife?”

  He nodded. “If you marry me, I will see to it your father will be exiled instead of spending ten years in gaol.”

  She had not expected marriage. Yet, she guessed his proposal was more than that. Working for Robespierre he would have seen such horrors, such depravity. How could she blame him for wanting to find solace in a woman’s arms. So…was she to be the balm that laid his soul to rest? But why her, she wondered? Still, she was shocked to find it was a role she could easily contemplate. And her father would be free.

  But what of love, she reasoned.

  “There is more,” he added, as if he sensed her doubts. “We will become part of the new France. Liberated. As my wife, you will be at my side always.”

  A thrill shot through her. Nights of passion. Status. He would fall in love with her eventually. She was sure of it. Dare she think that perhaps he already had.

  She nodded, her gaze holding his. “I can understand your ideals.” He had been noble once. But no-one who had fought so long in the cause of freedom could remain unscathed. The shadows in his eyes told her that the ghosts would be with him until eternity.

  “I want all of you,” he added, reaching for her, urgency in his love-making.

  Almost a declaration of love, she thought hopefully. He grabbed fistfuls of her hair as he lifted himself, and plundered her mouth, his stubbled cheek hard against hers. He whispered words which made her blush. Angelique, too shocked at her own response, reacted instinctively. She opened for him, releasing a soft moan that drove him on.

  “So what’s it to be?” he whispered in her ear.

  “Yes, yes.” Her body arched to meet him, entwining strongly with his.

  Later, as they settled amongst the disarray of bed covers, both shaken with their passion, she had to ask him. “You have known other women?”

  “Some…” But that was all he would say on the matter. “But now there is only you.”

  He turned her face towards him, using the moon’s light to see as the candle on the table had long since melted into a pool of wax. “Ma chérie.” My darling.

  Was this what it was like to be loved? Her hand touched his cheek as he lay back against the lacy pillow. He caught her hand, his lips skimming her palm in the tenderest of kisses, and then his fingers linked tightly with hers.

  “Life will not be the same,” he said softly.

  “I am not afraid,” she answered, her gaze shifting, settling on the iron handcuffs lying on the table.

  He smiled. “Somehow, I did not think you would be.”

  Pubslut

  by Emily Dubberley

  I’d been seeing Andy for five years. When we met, the sex was amazing but once we got married, it became more sporadic. We both had demanding jobs and active social lives so were often too tired to do anything. I began to lose my confidence, so when my work-colleague Jake started coming on to me, I fell into an affair. It was entirely lust-based and we had no desire to have a proper relationship. It just worked well; he got sex without commitment and I got the attention I desperately needed.

  I didn’t like lying to Andy and felt incredibly guilty. One night in the pub, after too many drinks, I confessed, terrified it would be the end of the relationship but knowing that Andy was so much more important to me than Jake and I couldn’t lie to him any more. I got the shock of my life at his response.

  “Do you love me?” he’d asked.

  “Yes, more than anything.”

  “Do you want us to stay together?”

  “If you’ll still have me.”

  “Do you still want to fuck Jake?”

  “No, I love you...” I started.

  He raised his eyebrows and interrupted. “Be honest. If you do, I don’t mind. As long as I can have the occasional bit of fun too...”

  I imagined Andy fucking another woman and a sting of jealousy went through me. Then I thought of Jake... The way he stroked and kissed every inch of me, taking me to the edge of coming before he plunged his cock in me. His penchant for tying me up and teasing me for hours. The way he always had some dirty surprise; one day Haagen Dazs to be eaten off my body, another some sex toy designed to drive me wild. If I was honest, I could balance out my jealousy if I was allowed to fuck Jake. And it gave me a kick knowing that Jake would think I was being unfaithful, when in fact Andy would know exactly what I was going out to do.

  “If you’re sure?” I said.

  “Good. Mind if I go out on Friday night?”

  I knew he was intending to find a woman to fuck and despite the jealousy, felt a mild thrill at the thought of it.

  “Okay. I’m sure I’ll find something to do...”

  The complicit smile that passed between us reminded me of why I’d fallen in lust with him in the first place. “But tonight...” Andy looked me up and down brazenly, “I think you deserve some punishment for what you’ve done.”

  Another thrill went through me and I nodded.

  “First,” he said, looking round at the packed pub, “I want you to go into the toilets. Frig yourself off through your knickers then take them off – you can pass them to me when you come back so I know you’ve behaved – and they’d better be wet. I want to know you’re ready for me to take you whenever I want – and wherever we are
.”

  I blushed, wondering how I’d be able to get away with it. The cubicles were small and there was always a queue. And I’m not the quietest person when I come, even when I masturbate. Andy knew this and wanted to humiliate me. Even worse, my skirt was short and the warm weather meant I was bare-legged.

  “I’ll be getting hard thinking of you rubbing yourself off for me with all those other women so close, and walking through the bar with your wet cunt easily reachable for every man in the place,” he said.

  “Oh, and two other things… Make your fingers nice and wet for me – I want to suck your juices of them when you get back. And...” he grinned, evilly. “Get a round in on your way back.”

  “But... my fingers will be wet.”

  “Yes. Let’s just hope the barman doesn’t notice... Well, what are you waiting for?”

  I hurried to the loos to do as I was told.

  The toilets were busy as ever so I had to queue for a while, hoping that Andy wouldn’t punish me further for the delay. I imagined what he’d do to me and began to feel a familiar warmth.

  “Your turn, love.” The woman behind me tapped my shoulder and I blushed, realising I’d been lost in sordid reverie.

  I went in. As with most pub toilets, the door wouldn’t lock. I realised I’d have to lean against the door and hope no one looked underneath to see if it was taken. I braced myself against the door and slid my hand to my cunt. As I started to rub myself, I was surprised to feel how wet I was already. I thought about what Andy would make me do later. Would he fuck me in the pub? Make me suck him off? Make me suck the barman off? Despite my nerves, I could feel the lust surge through me as I envisaged depraved scenarios and was soon coming, biting my lip hard to stop myself from crying out.

  Taking my knickers off, and running them over my cunt once more to make sure they were wet enough for him, I stuffed them into my bag. I almost opened the door but remembered his other request just in time. I slid three fingers of my left hand up my cunt and moved them around to get them wet. Hoping like hell the barman wouldn’t notice, sure everyone would know what I’d been doing from the smell of sex lingering on me, I headed for the bar.

  The barman smiled as I went to the bar. He knows, I thought, before banishing the thought for being paranoid.

  “Congratulations,” he said.

  “Sorry?”

  “Your boyfriend – sorry, fiancé told me the good news. Let’s see the ring.”

  Bastard, I thought. Andy knew I’d have made my left hand wet to avoid detection so he’d come up with an excuse to make sure the barman saw it.

  “Round’s on the house by the way,” said the barman.

  “Cheers.”

  “But come on, I know you want to show the ring off.”

  I thought quickly and curled my hand into a fist, hoping it would hide my secret. “Here you go.” I made myself hold my hand out for a few seconds, each one feeling like an age, then grabbed the drinks from the bar and scurried off.

  I got back to our table and Andy smiled. “Like the ring, did he?”

  “Bastard!”

  “Well, if you hadn’t let yourself get fucked by another man... And anyway, we’ve only just begun. Give me your knickers.”

  I handed them to him under the table and he opened them out and felt them for wetness.

  “You are a horny little slut, aren’t you. Now let me taste those fingers.”

  I looked around, hoping no one would notice, and brought my hand to his lips. He sucked my fingers into his mouth, one by one, swirling his tongue round them and sending an erotic tingle through my body.

  “I love the way you taste,” he said in a husky voice. “If you’re very good, you might get to feel my tongue down there later.”

  Another thrill went through me and I began to wonder at this new side of Andy, almost wishing I’d found it sooner, shocked at this side of me! I removed my fingers from his mouth when he looked at me with permission in his eyes and we sat drinking our pints and making normal conversation, whilst all the time I was getting wet thinking of what would happen next.

  “We’re leaving,” he said, as soon as we finished our beer.

  I stood up, eager to know what would happen next. It didn’t take long to find out. As soon as we were out of the pub, he dragged me into a side-street and down a quiet alley.

  “Get on your knees and suck me,” he ordered.

  I put my bag down to protect my knees from the ground and knelt on it, knowing that refusing was not an option and secretly aroused at the way he was treating me. I unzipped his fly and pulled his engorged cock from his jeans. I leaned forward and lapped at its salty tip before sucking him into my mouth.

  He gripped onto my hair – something he’d never done before – and began fucking my mouth, letting me know that he was the one in control. My naked cunt was dripping and I began to worry that my juices would be visible on my bare thighs when we walked back. “Suck it, you slut,” he said, and I worried someone would hear – and if they did, what his response would be. I didn’t need to worry. Looking down at me taking his cock all the way down my throat while he fucked my mouth took him over the edge and he shot hot spunk over my tongue, pulling out while it was still spurting from his cock so that I got a faceful of come too.

  I went to wipe it off. “Oh no,” he said. “You’re a cheap slut. You’re walking home with my come on your face so that everyone who sees us will know it.”

  My cheeks burned, but I could feel my juices trickling down my thighs and knew that my body was responding despite my humiliation.

  He deliberately walked home slowly. It was only a five-minute walk but it felt like miles. I could smell his come, feel it running down my face and knew that if anyone saw us, it would be obvious what we’d been doing.

  He paused when we got to the shop on the corner of our street. “Do we need any milk? Or maybe cigarettes? Perhaps I should make you get some.”

  “Please, don’t...” I begged.

  “Well, maybe not tonight. But I wonder...” He pulled me close to him and slid three fingers up my cunt which twitched involuntarily at the invasion. “Yes, you like the idea. But it’s home-time now...” He began to walk, his fingers still up my cunt, leading me down the street.

  When we got into the house, he pushed his fingers in my mouth. “Suck your juices off me. I like the idea of you tasting yourself.”

  I obliged.

  “Like that, do you? Maybe..,” he pondered, “I’ll make you fuck yourself with your dildo and then lick it clean?” He paused, thinking.

  “Then again, it might be fun to go back to the pub and get some woman here to fuck in front of you to show you what a bad girl you’ve been.”

  He thrust his fingers up me again. “Oh, you really like that idea, don’t you. Perhaps I’ll make you lick my spunk out of her hole after I’ve shot it up her?”

  Despite myself, my clit twitched at the obscene images he was putting in my head and I began to imagine myself indulging in the depraved acts he was suggesting.

  “Actually, no. I’ll save that for another time. Tonight I think I’ll keep it simple.” He pushed me over the table and pushed up my skirt before spreading my legs wide. His finger dipped into my cunt briefly, then probed my arsehole, and I knew what he was thinking. I’d never done it before – always said it was my last taboo – but tonight it seemed only fair. “Yes, I think I’ll fuck that tight little arse. Stay there.”

  He went into the bedroom and came back with some lube. I didn’t even know we owned any but clearly he’d wanted to try this for a while... Holding it high over my arse, he dripped it agonisingly slowly over my arse.

  I flinched at the cold but when he pulled apart my cheeks and poured it directly into my arsehole, I shuddered in anticipation. He started by slipping in a finger to get me ready, then added more fingers, stretching me wide. It was sore at first but as I got used to the sensation of him frigging my arsehole, I began to feel a dark kind of pleasure. He slipped h
is thumb round to rub on my throbbing clit and I began to grind against him.

  “I think you’re ready,” he said, his voice little more than a groan. He slid the tip of his cock into my hole and I gasped at the sensation, feeling so stretched, convinced he’d never get it all the way in. I was wrong. He moved slowly at first but as he got deeper into me, he couldn’t help thrusting into me – and I liked it!

  He grabbed my tits and started pinching my nipples hard. “You love this, you little cheating slut, don’t you. You like being treated like the whore you are.”

  I groaned my assent. At that, he moved a hand down to my cunt and slipped two fingers inside me. Being filled in both holes at once was amazing. I came in seconds, my cunt and arsehole spasming and making him shoot his load up my arsehole. He pulled out and lay on top of me, holding me tight with love.

  That was the first time he punished me. And after that, I knew that there was no way I was going to behave myself all the time. The punishment was just too much fun...

  Any Three Can Play

  by Alex Severn

  “Who the hell is that at this time?”

  Neither of the couple spoke until the knock came again, louder, more urgent-sounding than the first one. But the look of command in his eyes was too much for her to resist and so it was the woman who went to answer it.

  He heard a brief conversation and then the visitor appeared in the living room, looking nervous, hesitant, but more importantly for him, looking gorgeous.

  She was a brunette with expensively-cut short hair. She was small in height but the cream-coloured summer dress she was wearing showed enough of her body for him to admire the curves. He could enjoy the way the rain outside had made it a little more transparent and whether her nipples were more visible because the dress was wet or through the drop in temperature that the night had brought, he didn’t care. The dress stopped well above her knees and the man gazed openly, almost hungrily at the tanned, shapely legs that tapered into the sandals which were great for a beach, but only when the hot weather blessed it.