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  “Tom, this lady has broken down. She’s had to walk from the main road as she had no money on her mobile. It’s okay if she phones the AA from here, isn’t it?”

  Tom smiled, but somehow the young girl felt it was the smile on the face of the tiger.

  “Of course she can. But at this time, she could have a long wait for them to come. That’s if they ever find this place of course.”

  Tom turned up the power on the smile as he got up and moved so he was standing close to their visitor’s face.

  “This place isn’t on any maps. It was a farmhouse years ago but only the postman can find it now and if he’s on holiday the relief bloke never gets here. You could use the phone if you want to try it?”

  The other woman, seemingly more nervous than the visitor said, in a rush of words: “We have a lot of room. Why doesn’t she stay here until the morning and then I can drive her to a garage when it’s light. That would be all right, wouldn’t it, Tom?”

  Tom thought for a second.

  “Well, if you’re desperate for company, Dawn, fine. Sort it out, go on.”

  It seemed as though the girl had no say in the matter, her fate had been decided for her. Pausing only to find out their guest’s name was Emma, Dawn disappeared to get a room habitable for her, leaving Tom and Emma together.

  “Do you want a drink, love? A proper one, I mean?”

  “Well, maybe I need one after a night like this. You got any vodka?”

  When Tom handed her the glass, he lingered close to her, his eyes soon moving down from her face to take in her cleavage, hungrily and without apparent embarrassment. Of course, the way she held his hand a fraction longer than was strictly necessary as she took the vodka didn’t do anything to discourage him, and Tom felt her hazel-coloured eyes weigh him up, or was that in his imagination? Perhaps she always licked her lips like that when she drank vodka, perhaps not. Dawn was a stupid tart; okay, he might play a little rough with her now and again and maybe he wasn’t the most faithful husband in the world but she was lucky to have him and she ought to be glad of it. Plenty of women looked at him. He knew that he was good-looking. This girl was a good few years younger than him, but so what? Dawn knew who was the boss, both at home and outside and…

  “Okay then, Emma, I can show you to your room now.”

  Her words seemed to break a spell that had been building and as Tom poured himself another whisky, he reluctantly accepted that in the morning she would be gone and the best he would be left with was the fantasy that was already beginning to fill his mind. Yes, when he was away on his business trips he had enjoyed lots of great nights with women who were only too willing, but even a man like him had some limits as to how far he would go, and with Dawn under the same roof…

  He almost cried out in his confusion when he felt the hand on his arm but as his vision cleared, he saw her, in her bra and knickers, and her gesture of the need to be silent was unnecessary. The luminous clock told him it was nearly three and with two furtive glances at the obviously fast-asleep Dawn, Tom, naked, followed Emma, quietly closing the bedroom door behind him. He could feel his heart beating faster as the girl went into her room and closed it soundlessly behind both of them. Tom opened his mouth to speak but she placed a finger on his lips and then, almost savagely threw her arms around him, tilting her face to meet his, fastening her soft lips onto his open mouth. As she kissed him he felt a hand caressing his back, sliding down to the base of his spine. His erection was already pushing against her stomach and he had a pang of disappointment as she broke away from him but it didn’t last as she pulled off her bra revealing beautifully-shaped breasts, her nipples hardening. Emma licked the fingers on her left hand and began to manipulate her nipples rapidly but the excitement that surged through Tom at the sight of that couldn’t begin to prepare him for what happened next. Emma tore off her knickers and plunged her other hand between her legs, stroking, probing, moving her lower body backwards and forwards as if in time with some unheard music. She gasped in pleasure and Tom could see, even from where he was stood, how wet she was, how open her lips were. The tight, thick black curls of hair around her soaking pussy held his gaze completely, he was almost transfixed.

  Should he go to her? Should he carry on enjoying the show?

  But Emma was in charge, that was clear and suddenly she had turned and almost leapt onto the bed. Sliding up onto all fours with her deliciously shaped bum facing him, she turned her head towards him and whispered, “Take me, take me now.”

  Tom strode over to her, positioning himself behind her and rammed his hard shaft deep into her, making her almost overbalance with the movement. He placed his hands on her back lightly as he began to build a rhythm of thrusting and driving but soon he found his hands further forward, his fingers around each nipple; he had never known a woman whose nipples could harden so much. He felt she was almost collapsing with the power of him inside her and, somewhat reluctantly he moved his hands to grasp her around her thighs and, making sure it didn’t spoil the incredible feeling of the way they had been joined together, he lifted her legs upwards. She let out a moan so loud he was afraid it would wake Dawn but nothing really mattered now but this moment and as her face fell forward until she was almost kissing the pillow, he adjusted her body so that he was driving down into her from an angle he had never imagined. Praying he could keep going he felt her lips tighten around him, it was almost as if she was coaxing him to be bigger and harder, as if her saturated, bloated lips were talking him into her body. Then, it was over. He surged into her, the throbbing went right through his system as they both collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath.

  Breakfast was a very strange affair, how could it be anything else? Not for the first time, Tom congratulated himself on having no scruples and no conscience. Of course, he could leave Dawn and he would have plenty of other women who would want him but it was convenient for him to stay with her, enjoying her now and again, and anyway she was clearly happy to let him treat her like he did, wasn’t she? Some women liked to be treated badly, it turned them on. Her cooking was getting worse though, those sausages tasted terrible. Perhaps they could afford a housekeeper.

  Funny though, the way Dawn was looking at Emma, it was almost as if she knew and was okay with that. Now that really was weird, unless… It was there in the magazines and on the porn films he’d seen often enough. Perhaps a threesome was exactly what Dawn was after, maybe sharing him with another woman was her fantasy. Emma was still flirting with him, not bothering to wait until Dawn had turned her back to make another pot of tea? And then she uncrossed her legs, nice and slow and, my God, she wasn’t wearing anything under that dress! Emma licked her lips as she gazed at him, making all of the memories of last night leap back into his mind but he instinctively turned to make sure Dawn wasn’t watching, but actually she was, and she’d found time to strip off her clothes as well.

  Tom’s eyes flashed between the two women, Emma now standing and laughing softly as she peeled off her dress and Dawn, a few feet away from her, her shaved, blonde pussy seeming more inviting to him than he could ever remember. He felt Dawn unbutton his shirt and start to massage his chest, which had already started sweating, but his temperature started to rocket as he saw her move behind Dawn and fondle her boobs vigorously. With a very girlish giggle, Dawn broke away from Tom completely and the two women fell into each others’ arms, their bodies jammed together. Then, easing away from each other, Tom saw his wildest fantasy begin to come true as the women fell onto the ground in a heap.

  He saw Emma’s fingers reach out and stroke the erect bud of Dawn’s swollen clitoris, almost felt the surge of pleasure it sent through her. Then, he gasped as Dawn hastily pushed Emma’s hand away from her lips as she had been pleasuring herself and replaced them with her own mouth, licking and probing with her tongue, making the brunette writhe with pleasure. He felt his cock stiffen inside his jeans. He was ready to join them but this was so wild, seeing them rolling around as if he wasn’
t there to watch them. By now Emma’s mouth was returning the favour to Dawn. Tom’s heart was pounding faster; he had a ringside seat as he watched Emma’s tongue coax more and more dampness from her playmate’s mouth. He knew he was seconds away from being the central character in the best porn film ever made. He imagined Emma’s lively and flexible tongue licking the tip of his shaft, could almost feel her mouth clamping shut over the huge width of his cock… That was the last thing he remembered.

  Tom’s head felt like lead, the slightest movement sent spasms of pain scything through his temples. The light hurt his eyes but gradually he began to adjust to the atmosphere. Why was he lying in the spare bedroom, he must get up and…as he moved his body forward, he was yanked backwards. He was tied up, naked, both hands behind him. A prisoner. What had happened – burglars? Burglars must have come and… Emma, was she okay? Oh and Dawn as well, poor cow, where were they?

  But soon, he had the answer.

  They were dressed quite sensibly for the time of year. It hadn’t been a hot summer and the suitcases told him they might be going a long way. North, south, they seemed flexible on that.

  But he had to concentrate hard on what Dawn was saying, his head was still spinning.

  “I actually thought you might be suspicious, you know, sexy young bird arrives, flirts with you almost in front of me and then screws you in the next room, but I should have guessed when you’re as conceited as you are it would seem natural. How could any woman resist you, eh? Well, we’ll manage to. Sorry about the drug, it’ll wear off. I can’t untie you because I don’t trust you, you might get rough and keep me here. I’ll phone someone up tomorrow, they’ll have a good laugh at you lying there naked but it won’t hurt you to suffer a bit. Glad you enjoyed our show but for the record, we both like men as well. It’s just that Emma taught me lots of things, this was her idea actually. To think, if I hadn’t met her at that party when you were away yet again, I might still be waiting on you while you were sleeping with anything with a pulse.

  Well. It’s been fun, Tom... Actually, it’s been rubbish, but it’s over now.”

  Dawn reached forward and ran her hands over his limp cock, smiling as, despite his anger, he started to become aroused.

  “There, that’s to keep you going until tomorrow.”

  They hade gone before he had a chance to speak but then, really, he couldn’t think of anything to say.

  One November Evening

  by Katie Lilly

  He was standing at the far side of the bedroom, with his back towards her, his tanned skin glistening with perspiration as he ran his hand through his dark, damp hair. It was the first chance she’d had to really look at him and she let her eyes stray over his naked body. He was around six feet tall with long legs and well-defined thighs. His arms betrayed a similar athleticism and she wondered how many days a week he worked out.

  She remained in bed, lying on her back with her legs bent at the knees forming snowy white peaks in the duvet. She watched as he reached down and retrieved his briefs from the bedroom floor and, as he did so, she caught a glimpse of his now flaccid cock. He continued to get dressed while she watched from the bed.

  It was a typical November evening – dark and cold, with a fine drizzle in the air, when Lucy spotted him at the bus stop. She was waiting for the traffic lights to turn green and his black-clad body was moving under the golden glow of the street lamp as he stamped his feet to keep warm. The light illuminated his face and revealed a Roman nose, thin lips, sturdy chin and dark brows to match his dark-coloured hair. His tight, black jeans betrayed only a hint of the lean, firm body underneath.

  Lucy was on her way home from an evening out with work colleagues. She had only been with the company a little over a year and, thrilled with her recent promotion, was happy for the chance to celebrate. As work was the main thing the women had in common, conversation inevitably turned to the latest office gossip. Lucy learned that David from Accounts was single again and Rebecca was moving to Australia. As much as she enjoyed the evening, after six orange juices she was ready to go home to the bottle of red wine she had waiting.

  She had hardly recognised Christopher, who wore a suit at work, shivering at the bus stop in his jeans and T-shirt. He worked with David, but their office was based at a sub branch, two miles from head office. He had only been with the company a couple of months and Lucy had seen him just once at an equality and diversity training day.

  As the lights turned green she pulled alongside the bus stop, wound down the passenger window and shouted, “Christopher, do you need a lift? … hey … Christopher ... Chris.” He stared at her for a moment, so she waved, gesturing for him to get in the car and he finally responded, climbing into the passenger seat.

  “You must be freezing in that T-shirt – have you been waiting long?” she said, turning up the heating as she pulled away from the kerb. “Over half an hour – thanks for the lift,” he shivered as he tried to get warm, “Where are we heading?”

  After a moment’s thought, Lucy said, “Why don’t you come to my house for a night cap – I left some wine breathing before I went out and the house should be warm as the central heating is on?”

  “Sounds good,” he replied.

  The journey from the bus stop to Lucy’s house took no more than ten minutes and she did most of the talking. They soon found themselves sitting on Lucy’s sofa, drinking wine and listening to ‘late night love’ on the radio.

  As if sensing her gaze upon him, he turned and with three large, confident strides was alongside the bed. She lowered her legs and he sat down on the bed’s edge, facing her, his lower body dressed in black jeans. With the duvet between her naked body and his bare chest, he bent forward and placed his lips firmly on hers, with a passion and energy which surprised her. She parted her lips and pushed her tongue into the soft, wet recess of his mouth, running her hand through his hair and holding him firmly in position. He responded, playfully flicking his tongue from one side of her mouth to the other.

  Lucy closed her eyes and allowed herself to be absorbed by his kiss. She felt as if her whole body was engulfed by this man and a wave of loss swept over her as he gently pulled back. She eased her hold on him and slid her hand along the downy nape of his neck and back to her side. He was still leaning over her but as she reached forward, her mouth seeking to be reunited with his, he put his hand firmly on her shoulder, holding her down in the soft bedding.

  He took hold of the top edge of the duvet and pulled it down to her waist, revealing the soft peaks of her breasts. Reaching forward he pressed his lips firmly to her right breast and began to work her growing, pink nipple, circling round and round with his tongue. He then clamped his lips around it like a rock-pool limpet and sucked hard. As he sucked he occasionally allowed his teeth to catch the edge of the hard nipple and every time he did so, Lucy gasped with pain and pleasure. While attending to this breast with his mouth he reached over with his hand and, using his index finger, mirrored the circling motion of his tongue around the other nipple.

  Lucy’s breasts began to tingle with delight at the sensations his lips and fingers were arousing. Her breath quickened and the delight spread down her body to the heat now rising between her legs. She could already feel herself getting wet as her body responded in excited expectation. She parted her legs a little, frustrated that they were trapped under the weight of the duvet. As she tried to wriggle her legs wider apart, he lifted his mouth from her breast and went back to her soft, tender lips.

  They had been sitting on the sofa in her living room the first time she felt his lips on hers. She was sat next to him, with her legs up underneath her, so they were facing each other. They were only half way down their first glass of wine when he reached forward and kissed her. His kiss was gentle, almost chaste and she tasted the red wine on his lips.

  It hadn’t taken long for the first kiss to lead to another and, as they finished a second glass of wine, his hand was underneath her top, rubbing her breasts thro
ugh the shiny silk fabric of her bra. She responded by stroking his jean-clad thigh and occasionally allowing her hand to brush up against his groin. She could feel his cock hardening under her fingers and his body responded, gently thrusting out towards her hand.

  Lucy hadn’t quite known where her offer of a lift would take them and this was certainly leading to more than she had bargained for, but she was enjoying herself and she offered no resistance as he reached around her back to unclip her bra. He fumbled with the clasp a little but then her breasts were released and he pushed up her top and bra to view his accomplishment. Restricted by the clothing now around her neck, she pulled the fabric over her head to reveal her naked chest.

  Lucy carefully unbuckled the belt on his jeans and slid the zip down slowly. Reaching inside she could feel his erection and his cock easily slipped out of his briefs and into her hand. He shifted his bodyweight and tugged his jeans lower to reveal a mass of dark curly hair at the base of the shaft. Holding his cock in her hand, Lucy bent forward and flicked her tongue around the head and then ran it along the shaft and back up to the head. She opened her mouth and guided him inside so she could taste him. He responded with a groan and a pelvic thrust, putting him deeper inside her mouth. Moving in rhythm to his thrusts Lucy’s mouth slid up and down the shaft of his cock, as she worked to bring him to orgasm – her bare breasts bouncing on his thigh. His hardness filled her mouth as she consumed as much of him as she could. After a few moments she felt the caution of his hand on her shoulder. She lifted her head, and placed his cock between her breasts, for the last couple of thrusts and the release of his warm, milky ejaculate.

  He tucked his cock back into his briefs almost as soon as he’d come and zipped up his jeans. Lucy took her top from the floor and pulled it over her head, rubbing her chest to absorb the liquid deposit he’d left her. She poured the last of the wine into their glasses and started a conversation about the song, now playing on the radio. As he finished the last of his wine, he stood up and Lucy thought this signalled an end to their evening. She was taken aback when, at the front door, he reached out his hand and led her upstairs to her bedroom.