02-07-2020, 07:53 AM
After my shower, I got dressed, made myself a meal and sat down to do my marking for the evening. After about 45 minutes the phone rang. It was John. For a few short minutes I forgot about my on-going debauchery. I was no longer Alan's bitch in heat, but once again John's loving partner. We talked about our day - obviously I sanitised mine - and were engaged in general chit-chat when Alan walked into the room. He didn't knock or wait to be invited in, he just calmly walked into the living room whilst I was in mid-conversation with John, who was still half a world away, and stood there, listening intently.
It didn't take him long to work out who I was talking to, largely because I made liberal use of John's name! This was my way of warning Alan not to say or do anything explicit. I should have known better! Whilst I was still talking to John, he motioned me to stand up. Naturally, I did so at once, I was now so given over to him. As I stood there speaking to John in Australia, Alan started to open the buttons on the denim shirt I was wearing. One by one he opened them all, until my shirt was completely open. He then deliberately pushed the shirt off my shoulders. I shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor, leaving me wearing a bra and a pair of jeans. He then un-hooked my bra and pulled it away from my body, leaving my breasts exposed. I continued to chat away to John as if nothing untoward was happening, but my heart had begun to beat more rapidly.
Then Alan reached for the zip of my jeans. My nipples hardened as I felt it slowly descend. I didn't trust myself to watch as Alan slowly stripped me, and so I only had the vibrations from the zip to rely on. I felt the zip reach its' end, and could also feel a thrill of adrenalin coursing though my body. This was as close as I'd ever felt to being discovered by John. Here I was, chatting away about nothing in particular to him on the other side of the world, whilst his erstwhile best friend undressed me with delicious deliberation.
The button of my jeans was next. I felt the waistband of my jeans give as Alan released it. As I desperately treid not to react, not to give John any inclination of what was going on. I felt Alan gently tugging on my jeans , and felt them start to descend. They reached my knees before Alan motioned for me to sit down. Then he grabbed hold of the end of each leg and pulled them from me completely. I was told to stand again and instantly obeyed, my heart beating wildy. This felt dangerous. Even though John was 12,000 miles away, it was like he was almost in the room with us. I stood before Alan, wearing only a pair of thin white cotton knickers. I continued to talk to John about nothing at all - what was on TV that night, what was happening in the news, when he would be returning to the UK, even the bloody football scores. All the time Alan walked around me, assessing me, appraising me. He cupped my right breast, ran his thumb over the very tip of my nipple making it stand proud, almost causing me to gasp out loud. He let his hand brush against the cheeks of my bottom. I instinctively pushed my hips back towards him, willing him to caress my pert little bum.
Then he stood in front of me. He looked me straight in the eyes and reached out with both hands. I knew what was coming next, and braced myself for it. He placed his hands on my hips, and let them rest there. Then he motioned for me to do the rest. I indicated to him that I wanted him to hold the phone for me, which he did, and then I pushed my knickers down my thighs, past my knees and down to my ankles. I kicked them away and stood there, stark naked. I took back the phone and continued to talk to John while Alan looked me up and down. He walked round me again, almost as if he were surveying his property, which in a way I suppose he was. His palms stroked my naked bum, he ran his fingertips across the sides of my breasts, then teased and tweaked my nipples making them hard.
Finally, the moment I secretly dreaded. His long cool fingers, which had brought me to so many intense orgasms, began to stroke the inside of my thighs. I tried to resist him, clamping my legs together and trying to move away, but eventually I had to admit defeat. I stood with my legs apart, letting him caress my lips, stroke my most secret place. His fingers prised apart the lips of my pussy, found the hot, moist entrance to my love tunnel, and began to tease.
It didn't take him long to work out who I was talking to, largely because I made liberal use of John's name! This was my way of warning Alan not to say or do anything explicit. I should have known better! Whilst I was still talking to John, he motioned me to stand up. Naturally, I did so at once, I was now so given over to him. As I stood there speaking to John in Australia, Alan started to open the buttons on the denim shirt I was wearing. One by one he opened them all, until my shirt was completely open. He then deliberately pushed the shirt off my shoulders. I shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor, leaving me wearing a bra and a pair of jeans. He then un-hooked my bra and pulled it away from my body, leaving my breasts exposed. I continued to chat away to John as if nothing untoward was happening, but my heart had begun to beat more rapidly.
Then Alan reached for the zip of my jeans. My nipples hardened as I felt it slowly descend. I didn't trust myself to watch as Alan slowly stripped me, and so I only had the vibrations from the zip to rely on. I felt the zip reach its' end, and could also feel a thrill of adrenalin coursing though my body. This was as close as I'd ever felt to being discovered by John. Here I was, chatting away about nothing in particular to him on the other side of the world, whilst his erstwhile best friend undressed me with delicious deliberation.
The button of my jeans was next. I felt the waistband of my jeans give as Alan released it. As I desperately treid not to react, not to give John any inclination of what was going on. I felt Alan gently tugging on my jeans , and felt them start to descend. They reached my knees before Alan motioned for me to sit down. Then he grabbed hold of the end of each leg and pulled them from me completely. I was told to stand again and instantly obeyed, my heart beating wildy. This felt dangerous. Even though John was 12,000 miles away, it was like he was almost in the room with us. I stood before Alan, wearing only a pair of thin white cotton knickers. I continued to talk to John about nothing at all - what was on TV that night, what was happening in the news, when he would be returning to the UK, even the bloody football scores. All the time Alan walked around me, assessing me, appraising me. He cupped my right breast, ran his thumb over the very tip of my nipple making it stand proud, almost causing me to gasp out loud. He let his hand brush against the cheeks of my bottom. I instinctively pushed my hips back towards him, willing him to caress my pert little bum.
Then he stood in front of me. He looked me straight in the eyes and reached out with both hands. I knew what was coming next, and braced myself for it. He placed his hands on my hips, and let them rest there. Then he motioned for me to do the rest. I indicated to him that I wanted him to hold the phone for me, which he did, and then I pushed my knickers down my thighs, past my knees and down to my ankles. I kicked them away and stood there, stark naked. I took back the phone and continued to talk to John while Alan looked me up and down. He walked round me again, almost as if he were surveying his property, which in a way I suppose he was. His palms stroked my naked bum, he ran his fingertips across the sides of my breasts, then teased and tweaked my nipples making them hard.
Finally, the moment I secretly dreaded. His long cool fingers, which had brought me to so many intense orgasms, began to stroke the inside of my thighs. I tried to resist him, clamping my legs together and trying to move away, but eventually I had to admit defeat. I stood with my legs apart, letting him caress my lips, stroke my most secret place. His fingers prised apart the lips of my pussy, found the hot, moist entrance to my love tunnel, and began to tease.
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