08-04-2021, 04:29 PM
While he kissed me he pulled up my nightdress, and his hand moved from my pussy to my breasts. Rolling on top of me he forced one thigh between mine, opening up my legs, and positioning his body ready to fuck me. I could feel his hips adjusting, and his cock was seeking out my pussy.
The kissing stopped as he raised himself onto his elbows, and I appealed to him once more, hoping that Theresa would know I was not consenting.
"Derek, no... please think... oh god please don't... for Theresa's sake."
With a grunt he was inside me, it was sudden, and a massive thrust.
"OH GOD!" My voice was really loud.
I whispered to Derek, "please be quick, do it quickly." but I knew he had no intention of doing that.
He must have had so much stamina, he'd already fucked Theresa, and brought her off, and now he began a very long steady fuck with me.
I wanted to be as quiet as I could, I didn't want to humiliate Theresa more than necessary, she was lying in her bed listening to absolutely everything.
Unfortunately the brass metal bed frame creaked, and the rhythmic sound as Derek thrust in and out was so obvious.
I gritted my teeth, trying to blank out what was happening. Bizarrely I thought of random events, holidays, parties, shopping, anything at all, but I couldn't resist the way in which he fucked.
I knew I couldn't prevent my orgasm, it was just about stifling my reaction to it. When it came I twisted my head and bit the pillow, and as it washed over me I just waited for Derek to cum. But he didn't, he kept thrusting, moving his body in his unique way, and my second orgasm was soon following. This time I did make a sound, and Derek did cum.
"Ohhhhh fuck!" I hissed, and sort of tried to make it quiet, but Derek had no such reservations. With a long moaning grunt, and a gasp, he started pumping his spunk into me.
The creaking had stopped, all that could be heard was his heavy breathing.
In seconds he rolled off me, and sat on the side of the bed, before just getting up, closing the door, and returning to Theresa.
I lay there, ashamed, feeling Derek's semen oozing from my pussy, wondering how I would face Theresa in the morning.
I slept surprisingly well, however, the memory of what happened the night before soon hit me. I knew it was Theresa's last day at work, and I could hear her moving about downstairs. I took the cowards way out, so that I didn't have to face her, I stayed in bed.
When I heard her car drive away, I had the other worry... Derek!
I just knew I wouldn't be left alone.
I tried to reason the whole situation, I hoped that when I went back home after the wedding it would all be over. I could get back to my life, and Derek would settle down with Theresa.
I'd been used, my god I'd been used, but my libido had somehow been given a boost. I'd not had sex for years, and this week I'd had sex with Derek so many times. I had to admit, it had mostly been great sex.
My thoughts were interrupted by a sound in the next room, Derek was still in bed, so my body tensed. I decided that if I crept downstairs quietly, I could delay the inevitable.
I took off my nightdress, it had so many semen stains around the hem, and then I put on a dressing gown that Theresa had left in my room. Tip toeing through my door I had to pass Derek and Theresa's bedroom to reach the stairs.
"Good morning!"
Derek's voice sounded through the half closed door, "Come in and say good morning properly."
With dread I pushed the door open, and saw Derek naked on his back, on the bed, with his usual erection. How did he keep it up, I wondered, the strange thought flashed across my mind.
"Come and sit down here Mary, talk to me."
I approached the bed rather nervously, expecting Derek to suddenly grab me.
"Are you ok? I mean after last night?"
I looked at him, and for the first time there was some humanity in his eyes, in fact, I'd never really engaged with him on a normal level. Sitting down on the edge of the bed I replied, "I'm not sure Derek, we did a very bad thing, we must have humiliated Theresa."
Expecting a harsh dismissal of that suggestion, Derek just said, "Yes, maybe."
I was distracted by his casual massaging with one hand of his cock, and it seemed to be getting bigger. However our conversation continued, and I began to relax.
I dared to state an opinion, and prepared myself for an angry response, "You treat her badly Derek, and you've held a gun to both our heads this week."
Oddly he didn't reply straightaway, but when he did, it took me by surprise.
"When this week is over, and when you've gone home, it will all be ok."
I stared at him, and his eyes seemed to mellow in front of me.
"You mean, you won't go to the security officer, you won't tell anyone?"
Derek smiled, "No, it'll be done, over with, you will understand."
My mouth must have dropped open, I could hardly speak, it sounded odd, but a huge weight lifted from my shoulders.
"Oh Derek, oh fucking hell, thank you, thank you, thank you!" my relief poured out. I put my hand on his arm, squeezing it in thanks.
We both smiled at each other, and my head turned to see him still stroking himself.
Glancing back at him, I put my hand on his cock alongside his. We both knew something was about to happen.
His body relaxed, removing his hand completely, which allowed me to explore.
A little precum had seeped out, so using one finger tip, I smoothed it around the head. It brought a response, a soft groan from Derek.
In that few minutes everything had changed. Derek watched me willingly massage his cock, he calmly watched as I undid the ties on my dressing gown, and slipped it off my shoulders. He watched as I slowly climbed onto the bed, and lifted one leg across him, and as I reached beneath me, placing the head of his cock against my pussy lips. Gradually I lowered myself down, having him fill me, until I could almost feel him touching my cervix.
"Oh god Derek, I know this is wrong too, but I can't help it, you've done something this week."
I leaned forward to kiss him, this time delicately, passionately, and felt his fingers stroking, and pinching my nipples. That always made me wet, I could sense my pussy throbbing.
I began to rotate my hips, grinding down on Derek's body, my hands were resting on the grey hair of his chest. I pinched his nipples in return, making his body twitch.
We both moved together, I was so aroused, my juices were boiling, and I knew I would cum quickly. Derek knew it too, his body being strong enough to raise me up, while I pushed down.
"I'm cumming Derek, I'm cumming," was all I had time to say, before my body shook, and I collapsed forward.
With my face was buried in the crook of Derek's neck, and him still inside me, I was really wet, and feeling a real high. What happened next I can't explain, but I felt the desire to be a real slut.
"Will you fuck my ass again..... please?"
I lifted my head to see Derek's reaction. His face carried a broad smile, and he winked.
"Ok, but I want you to do it."
I wasn't sure what he meant exactly, his cock inside me was still stiff. He was reaching over to the bedside table, and opening the small drawer. His hand emerged holding a small bottle of baby oil. I was pleased, given the last time he used his saliva.
He lay there with me straddling him, his cock in my pussy, as he squeezed some oil onto his fingers. I felt him reach underneath me, fingering my ass with the oil.
"Let me do it," I said, "you just watch."
I took the bottle from him, and got my fingers oily, rubbing and pushing one finger into my ass. It was awkward, but eventually I got two fingers partially in.
Derek found it amusing, although looking a little impatient. He was amazingly still stiff when I finally raised my hips, and his cock emerged. The combination of my pussy juices, and now my lubricated ass, made it slightly easier. It was still a challenge, and I was holding my breath, but suddenly he was in me, just the head, just the first inch or two.
"Oh god... oh god... oh god," I heard myself saying. "Wait... let me take my time... oh fuck."
Derek did wait, and I couldn't see the expression on his face as I pushed down, my eyes were tight shut.
"Oh my fucking god," I moaned, as I let my full weight down on his body, his cock inside me completely.
It was then that I opened my eyes, looking down at Derek.
"Mary, oh Mary, that feels great, just don't move, your ass makes me cum quickly."
For the first time I had a little control over Derek, it was an unusual feeling. The idea that I could make him cum almost at will, amused me. I raised my hips just a touch.
"No, please, don't move, you'll make me cum!"
I giggled.
"Oh fuck!... please... just stay still!"
Derek reached up, grabbing my shoulders, and in his face was panic.
As I sank back down again, I knew I'd judged it wrong.
"Oh fuck... Mary... FUCK!... I'm cumming."
In my ass his cock seemed to grow, I felt it jerk, several times, and Derek's body lifted up slightly. His eyes were tight shut, and his mouth opened with a gasp. The same warm feeling of semen ejaculating inside me was such a thrill, completely unique.
I stayed there letting us both calm down. Our eyes connected, and there was a recognition of something, I wasn't entirely sure of what it was.
Once we'd relaxed I said that I needed a shower, my ass was awash with spunk, my pussy had been filled the night before, and I'd been well and truly used.
Derek allowed me space, before taking a shower himself. It was amazing how his whole attitude had changed. It was mid morning by the time we both had breakfast. Sitting there in the kitchen it was hard to believe that I'd been coerced into sex for several days, and my friend had been used and humiliated too.
"You're thinking this is all a bit crazy aren't you?"
Derek was making coffee, and we'd both had a chance to come to terms with the morning.
I looked at him as he gave me my mug. "I'm wondering how Theresa actually gets on with you, you seem to treat her like shit, and this thing that we were hiding, well it's a long, long time ago, and on top of that she wants to marry you!"
Derek chuckled briefly and started by saying, "We've known each other for quite a few years Mary, you'd be very shocked if you knew how we met."
"Really?" I replied, "I don't think anything would shock me after the last couple of days! Go on, tell me."
"Well I found her online, on a chat site, but in a sort of bdsm 'room', we got chatting about, well, S and M stuff. After a long, long time we arranged to meet. Our first date was in a pub, and we hit it off straightaway, it seemed we were both exploring our sexuality. We got a bit carried away, almost daring each other, and we ended up going to watch some bdsm in a club, it all went from there really."
"Wow! So you have like a Sub/Dom relationship? Whatever that is? I don't really understand it, but I've sort of seen how it works!"
My mind was in overdrive, had I been part of this? Had I been part of the game? I wasn't sure whether I was angry, or just weirdly in some sort of dream.
"So where do I fit in? How did I get to be part of this?"
"I'm sorry Mary," there was a long pause while Derek hesitated, "Theresa told me the story, about the death in hospital, and then when I saw you, on Monday evening, I thought you were so stunning. She'd told me you were attractive, but wow! I'm afraid I told Theresa I was going to have you, I wanted to have you before our wedding. She always gives into me, so on Tuesday I blackmailed you. Yes, I forced you into all of this, and Theresa went along with it!"
I was stunned, everything began to fit together. On the one hand I was glad the 'death thing' wasn't a real threat, on the other hand I was so angry I'd been used for this man's carnal desires. He was a monster, and Theresa was marrying him, however, in two days he'd taught me more about my body than I had learned in all the years married to Alan.
I sat there stunned, not able to speak.
"Say something Mary, I can understand how you might feel."
"No you fucking can't, you have no idea." I spat out the words.
Derek approached me slowly, he was trying to assess my reaction. When he put his arm around me, and I didn't react he said something that was gnawing at the back of my mind.
"This morning, you made love to me, why? After all I'd forced you to do, why did you want to do that?"
In my head I was asking the same question, and why was my heart beating so fast now?
Derek's eyes met mine, it was the same look as earlier in bed.
"I just wanted to." I whispered.
"Do you want to again?"
There was no need to answer, instantly we were kissing, softly, gently, and longingly.
I followed Derek upstairs, and we went to my room, within minutes we were naked, exploring, caressing, and finally fucking. Time stood still, and I knew this would be the last time it happened with Derek. He played me like a classical instrument. I must have cum so many times, and I knew he'd cum at least twice. When we'd finally finished, he fell asleep exhausted, and I just lay there in his arms, feeling slightly jealous of Theresa, but glad I didn't have to 'serve' him like her.
The wedding went well, and I was 'chatted up' by Derek's brother, I knew as I drove home on the Sunday that I might meet him again, I wondered how he would be in bed!
The kissing stopped as he raised himself onto his elbows, and I appealed to him once more, hoping that Theresa would know I was not consenting.
"Derek, no... please think... oh god please don't... for Theresa's sake."
With a grunt he was inside me, it was sudden, and a massive thrust.
"OH GOD!" My voice was really loud.
I whispered to Derek, "please be quick, do it quickly." but I knew he had no intention of doing that.
He must have had so much stamina, he'd already fucked Theresa, and brought her off, and now he began a very long steady fuck with me.
I wanted to be as quiet as I could, I didn't want to humiliate Theresa more than necessary, she was lying in her bed listening to absolutely everything.
Unfortunately the brass metal bed frame creaked, and the rhythmic sound as Derek thrust in and out was so obvious.
I gritted my teeth, trying to blank out what was happening. Bizarrely I thought of random events, holidays, parties, shopping, anything at all, but I couldn't resist the way in which he fucked.
I knew I couldn't prevent my orgasm, it was just about stifling my reaction to it. When it came I twisted my head and bit the pillow, and as it washed over me I just waited for Derek to cum. But he didn't, he kept thrusting, moving his body in his unique way, and my second orgasm was soon following. This time I did make a sound, and Derek did cum.
"Ohhhhh fuck!" I hissed, and sort of tried to make it quiet, but Derek had no such reservations. With a long moaning grunt, and a gasp, he started pumping his spunk into me.
The creaking had stopped, all that could be heard was his heavy breathing.
In seconds he rolled off me, and sat on the side of the bed, before just getting up, closing the door, and returning to Theresa.
I lay there, ashamed, feeling Derek's semen oozing from my pussy, wondering how I would face Theresa in the morning.
I slept surprisingly well, however, the memory of what happened the night before soon hit me. I knew it was Theresa's last day at work, and I could hear her moving about downstairs. I took the cowards way out, so that I didn't have to face her, I stayed in bed.
When I heard her car drive away, I had the other worry... Derek!
I just knew I wouldn't be left alone.
I tried to reason the whole situation, I hoped that when I went back home after the wedding it would all be over. I could get back to my life, and Derek would settle down with Theresa.
I'd been used, my god I'd been used, but my libido had somehow been given a boost. I'd not had sex for years, and this week I'd had sex with Derek so many times. I had to admit, it had mostly been great sex.
My thoughts were interrupted by a sound in the next room, Derek was still in bed, so my body tensed. I decided that if I crept downstairs quietly, I could delay the inevitable.
I took off my nightdress, it had so many semen stains around the hem, and then I put on a dressing gown that Theresa had left in my room. Tip toeing through my door I had to pass Derek and Theresa's bedroom to reach the stairs.
"Good morning!"
Derek's voice sounded through the half closed door, "Come in and say good morning properly."
With dread I pushed the door open, and saw Derek naked on his back, on the bed, with his usual erection. How did he keep it up, I wondered, the strange thought flashed across my mind.
"Come and sit down here Mary, talk to me."
I approached the bed rather nervously, expecting Derek to suddenly grab me.
"Are you ok? I mean after last night?"
I looked at him, and for the first time there was some humanity in his eyes, in fact, I'd never really engaged with him on a normal level. Sitting down on the edge of the bed I replied, "I'm not sure Derek, we did a very bad thing, we must have humiliated Theresa."
Expecting a harsh dismissal of that suggestion, Derek just said, "Yes, maybe."
I was distracted by his casual massaging with one hand of his cock, and it seemed to be getting bigger. However our conversation continued, and I began to relax.
I dared to state an opinion, and prepared myself for an angry response, "You treat her badly Derek, and you've held a gun to both our heads this week."
Oddly he didn't reply straightaway, but when he did, it took me by surprise.
"When this week is over, and when you've gone home, it will all be ok."
I stared at him, and his eyes seemed to mellow in front of me.
"You mean, you won't go to the security officer, you won't tell anyone?"
Derek smiled, "No, it'll be done, over with, you will understand."
My mouth must have dropped open, I could hardly speak, it sounded odd, but a huge weight lifted from my shoulders.
"Oh Derek, oh fucking hell, thank you, thank you, thank you!" my relief poured out. I put my hand on his arm, squeezing it in thanks.
We both smiled at each other, and my head turned to see him still stroking himself.
Glancing back at him, I put my hand on his cock alongside his. We both knew something was about to happen.
His body relaxed, removing his hand completely, which allowed me to explore.
A little precum had seeped out, so using one finger tip, I smoothed it around the head. It brought a response, a soft groan from Derek.
In that few minutes everything had changed. Derek watched me willingly massage his cock, he calmly watched as I undid the ties on my dressing gown, and slipped it off my shoulders. He watched as I slowly climbed onto the bed, and lifted one leg across him, and as I reached beneath me, placing the head of his cock against my pussy lips. Gradually I lowered myself down, having him fill me, until I could almost feel him touching my cervix.
"Oh god Derek, I know this is wrong too, but I can't help it, you've done something this week."
I leaned forward to kiss him, this time delicately, passionately, and felt his fingers stroking, and pinching my nipples. That always made me wet, I could sense my pussy throbbing.
I began to rotate my hips, grinding down on Derek's body, my hands were resting on the grey hair of his chest. I pinched his nipples in return, making his body twitch.
We both moved together, I was so aroused, my juices were boiling, and I knew I would cum quickly. Derek knew it too, his body being strong enough to raise me up, while I pushed down.
"I'm cumming Derek, I'm cumming," was all I had time to say, before my body shook, and I collapsed forward.
With my face was buried in the crook of Derek's neck, and him still inside me, I was really wet, and feeling a real high. What happened next I can't explain, but I felt the desire to be a real slut.
"Will you fuck my ass again..... please?"
I lifted my head to see Derek's reaction. His face carried a broad smile, and he winked.
"Ok, but I want you to do it."
I wasn't sure what he meant exactly, his cock inside me was still stiff. He was reaching over to the bedside table, and opening the small drawer. His hand emerged holding a small bottle of baby oil. I was pleased, given the last time he used his saliva.
He lay there with me straddling him, his cock in my pussy, as he squeezed some oil onto his fingers. I felt him reach underneath me, fingering my ass with the oil.
"Let me do it," I said, "you just watch."
I took the bottle from him, and got my fingers oily, rubbing and pushing one finger into my ass. It was awkward, but eventually I got two fingers partially in.
Derek found it amusing, although looking a little impatient. He was amazingly still stiff when I finally raised my hips, and his cock emerged. The combination of my pussy juices, and now my lubricated ass, made it slightly easier. It was still a challenge, and I was holding my breath, but suddenly he was in me, just the head, just the first inch or two.
"Oh god... oh god... oh god," I heard myself saying. "Wait... let me take my time... oh fuck."
Derek did wait, and I couldn't see the expression on his face as I pushed down, my eyes were tight shut.
"Oh my fucking god," I moaned, as I let my full weight down on his body, his cock inside me completely.
It was then that I opened my eyes, looking down at Derek.
"Mary, oh Mary, that feels great, just don't move, your ass makes me cum quickly."
For the first time I had a little control over Derek, it was an unusual feeling. The idea that I could make him cum almost at will, amused me. I raised my hips just a touch.
"No, please, don't move, you'll make me cum!"
I giggled.
"Oh fuck!... please... just stay still!"
Derek reached up, grabbing my shoulders, and in his face was panic.
As I sank back down again, I knew I'd judged it wrong.
"Oh fuck... Mary... FUCK!... I'm cumming."
In my ass his cock seemed to grow, I felt it jerk, several times, and Derek's body lifted up slightly. His eyes were tight shut, and his mouth opened with a gasp. The same warm feeling of semen ejaculating inside me was such a thrill, completely unique.
I stayed there letting us both calm down. Our eyes connected, and there was a recognition of something, I wasn't entirely sure of what it was.
Once we'd relaxed I said that I needed a shower, my ass was awash with spunk, my pussy had been filled the night before, and I'd been well and truly used.
Derek allowed me space, before taking a shower himself. It was amazing how his whole attitude had changed. It was mid morning by the time we both had breakfast. Sitting there in the kitchen it was hard to believe that I'd been coerced into sex for several days, and my friend had been used and humiliated too.
"You're thinking this is all a bit crazy aren't you?"
Derek was making coffee, and we'd both had a chance to come to terms with the morning.
I looked at him as he gave me my mug. "I'm wondering how Theresa actually gets on with you, you seem to treat her like shit, and this thing that we were hiding, well it's a long, long time ago, and on top of that she wants to marry you!"
Derek chuckled briefly and started by saying, "We've known each other for quite a few years Mary, you'd be very shocked if you knew how we met."
"Really?" I replied, "I don't think anything would shock me after the last couple of days! Go on, tell me."
"Well I found her online, on a chat site, but in a sort of bdsm 'room', we got chatting about, well, S and M stuff. After a long, long time we arranged to meet. Our first date was in a pub, and we hit it off straightaway, it seemed we were both exploring our sexuality. We got a bit carried away, almost daring each other, and we ended up going to watch some bdsm in a club, it all went from there really."
"Wow! So you have like a Sub/Dom relationship? Whatever that is? I don't really understand it, but I've sort of seen how it works!"
My mind was in overdrive, had I been part of this? Had I been part of the game? I wasn't sure whether I was angry, or just weirdly in some sort of dream.
"So where do I fit in? How did I get to be part of this?"
"I'm sorry Mary," there was a long pause while Derek hesitated, "Theresa told me the story, about the death in hospital, and then when I saw you, on Monday evening, I thought you were so stunning. She'd told me you were attractive, but wow! I'm afraid I told Theresa I was going to have you, I wanted to have you before our wedding. She always gives into me, so on Tuesday I blackmailed you. Yes, I forced you into all of this, and Theresa went along with it!"
I was stunned, everything began to fit together. On the one hand I was glad the 'death thing' wasn't a real threat, on the other hand I was so angry I'd been used for this man's carnal desires. He was a monster, and Theresa was marrying him, however, in two days he'd taught me more about my body than I had learned in all the years married to Alan.
I sat there stunned, not able to speak.
"Say something Mary, I can understand how you might feel."
"No you fucking can't, you have no idea." I spat out the words.
Derek approached me slowly, he was trying to assess my reaction. When he put his arm around me, and I didn't react he said something that was gnawing at the back of my mind.
"This morning, you made love to me, why? After all I'd forced you to do, why did you want to do that?"
In my head I was asking the same question, and why was my heart beating so fast now?
Derek's eyes met mine, it was the same look as earlier in bed.
"I just wanted to." I whispered.
"Do you want to again?"
There was no need to answer, instantly we were kissing, softly, gently, and longingly.
I followed Derek upstairs, and we went to my room, within minutes we were naked, exploring, caressing, and finally fucking. Time stood still, and I knew this would be the last time it happened with Derek. He played me like a classical instrument. I must have cum so many times, and I knew he'd cum at least twice. When we'd finally finished, he fell asleep exhausted, and I just lay there in his arms, feeling slightly jealous of Theresa, but glad I didn't have to 'serve' him like her.
The wedding went well, and I was 'chatted up' by Derek's brother, I knew as I drove home on the Sunday that I might meet him again, I wondered how he would be in bed!
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