by Orr, Pauline
'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.
***
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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 of his ebony hair as it coursed the length of his planed back — a back clearly visible through a black net shirt that similarly revealed his bulging chest and firm muscled shoulders. And while she was at it she managed to check out his sculpted derriere and his long, sturdy legs.
Her gaze finally rested on the floor, where she shut her eyes tight and fought to halt her stream of unbidden emotions.
Why is it, she wondered, that the man she’d been dating for more than a year never excited her like this—never made her heart pound and her pussy gush?
“Well, maybe because my roommate is unfortunately hotter?” said that part of her subconscious she usually tried to ignore—the part that sounded a lot like Joan Rivers and got her into a lot of trouble.
Oh, not that her longtime boyfriend Peter was ugly by any means; and not that she, with her frizzy brown hair, bespectacled eyes and rubenesque figure, was anything close to conventionally beautiful. Still she couldn’t hope but to admire the incredible masculine beauty that Joel personified.
“Admire,” she sniffed, “that’s a nice word. Does it mean the same as lust, desire, outright idolize?”
“Are you OK?”
That was the second time today she’d been asked that question. Not good.
“I’m kosher, no worries.” Smiling with more confidence than she felt, Jasmin raised her head to greet Peter Moore; the short, balding accountant she’d met at her college graduation. “How are you darling?”
Her grin broadened and grew more sincere as she basked in the warmth of his tender smile; also in the gaze of those piercing blue eyes that had drawn her to him in the first place.
Peter may not be the man of her dreams, she mused, but he was the man of her heart. And while her randy playboy roommate seemed to find a different girlfriend every other month, she and Peter found each other again and again, every day.
The image of the gorgeous Joel faded from her mind as she considered the simpler beauty of good, loyal Peter; finally she returned his boyish grin as she held her hands out to him.
Both grins dissolved seconds later, as her boyfriend took a seat next to her on her basic camp bed.
“Hon, there’s something we have to talk about,” he released on a labored breath. “I’ve met someone.”
His mouth fell agape as she met his words with a brash, casual shrug; leaning forward to rest her chin on her fist and regard him with disinterested eyes.
“Well we both meet people every day, seeing as how we both work in public service professions,” she reasoned. “And the big deal about this person is?”
“I’m passionately, unforgivably in love with her.”
The words fell from his mouth in another long rush; this one striking her with full force as she clasped her hands before her.
“Where did you meet her?” Jasmin asked, not precisely sure what else she could say.
Peter sighed, burying his head in his hands.
“We met at the accounting convention I attended last month in Miami,” his voice low and repentant. “Jasmin I’m so sorry.”
His girlfriend regarded him a moment, meeting his regret with a cool expression as she shook her head slowly from side to side.
“So you’re leaving me for another number cruncher,” she said finally, adding with a wry smile, “Well at least she won’t be bored silly by the story of how your crafty calculations kept th
ree of your clients from imminent prosecution under the law.”
“Well actually she’s not an accountant,” Peter shook his head, totally missing the not so veiled insult hurled in his direction. “She worked as a booth babe for the McGregor Office Supplies Co-op. She is, however, planning to study accounting at Clayton Community College next semester, right after she turns 20!”
A nodding Jasmin rose from the bed, now scowling in the direction of her red faced boyfriend.
“Well that’s just grand,” she growled. “Maybe the two of you can work together to tally up the amount of money that I loaned you to complete your own stint at accounting school—plus the cool thou I fronted you a few months ago to help pay your rent.”
Peter shook his head.
“We said we’d arrange a payment plan,” he said vaguely, “with a specific due date for all funds loaned.”
“The due date has been readjusted to reflect the following,” she leaned over to stare her stunned visitor straight in the eyes. “You will pay me the money, in cash mind you, by this Friday—or I’ll be making some informative calls to the IRS.”
She rather enjoyed the ashen expression that crossed his ruddy features as he stood to his feet and made a mad dash for the door.
Jasmin watched him leave with a cool expression that dissolved the moment she heard the door close; then she sat down hard on the edge of her bed and stared at the door he’d closed behind him.
“Two years of my life is just… I don’t know,” she wrapped her arms around her legs, shaking her head from side to side as she struggled to grasp the news.
Oh, she knew that she’d survive this; she, after all, was a self-made woman who had never depended on a man for money, respect or emotional support. Still and all, it had been nice to have Peter in her life; someone to hold her, to listen as she shared the news of her day.
“I guess I never felt swept off my feet,” she shrugged. “It just made sense for us to be together. And I thought we always would be. So now what?”
Her head shot up as she noted the entrance of her roommate; a man who rushed immediately to her side and wrapped his strong, sturdy arms around her frozen body.
“I’m so sorry babe.” Pulling her flush up against the planes of his hard muscled body, Joel cradled her closer than close as he kissed her flushed cheek. “I saw the bastard out in the parking lot and asked him why he seemed so upset. When he told me I made him even more upset.”
Jasmin’s eyes flew wide at this news, and her face erupted in a giddy smile.
“Did you haul off and slug him?” Hope sprang eternal.
Joel shook his head.
“I was sorely tempted,” he admitted, adding with a wink, “but I thought that an assault charge wouldn’t do much to improve your situation—so instead I just gave him a light whack with an empty rubber laundry basket.” With these words he bowed low before her. “Just call me your brave knight in shining leather, milady.”
Jasmin laughed.
“I’ll be very proud to do just that my friend,” she rested her head on his muscled shoulder. “Thank you so much for being here for me right now.”
“Not a problem.” Joel touched her lips with a soft, sweet kiss. “You were the kind lady who took me in a year ago when I had no place else to go—charging me much less rent than you needed to pay the bills around here, because you knew it was all I could afford.”
Jasmin shook her head.
“You more than paid me back by keeping this place spotless—a state of being it never came close to attaining when I lived here alone,” she rolled her eyes heavenward.
It was Joel’s turn to shake his head.
“You did a great job, babe, considering that you were working all the time.” With this he waved an admiring hand in her direction. “And now just look at us. You’re a junior partner in a big time marketing firm, and I’m a model who’s actually finding work in LA.”
A beaming Jasmin nodded in agreement, pulling her friend to her in an affectionate hug.
“You’re so right,” she graced his chiseled cheek with a warm, sweet kiss. “We don’t need that jerk in our lives. We’ll get along just fine.”
“Of course we will,” Joel agreed, nestling her neck. “And to celebrate his timely and very welcome departure, I say we pull an all-nighter.”
Jasmin arched her eyebrows.
“An all-nighter?” She froze in his arms. “Sounds fun.”
“You know it.” Joel waggled his eyebrows.
***
This isn’t exactly what I had in mind.
Sprawled out across the smooth ivory carpeting that covered her living room floor, Jasmin munched on a piece of luscious homemade pepperoni pizza; one prepared by the man whose fine rear she unabashedly admired as he slipped a shiny disc into the multifunctional DVD player that topped their television.
“We might want to make this our last flick before we crash for the evening,” Joel grinned at her over his shoulder, “which would be fitting, since this is the last movie in Leslie Nielson’s immortal Naked Gun trilogy.”
“Indeed,” she nodded. “It’s been forever since we pulled an all-nighter—I just can’t think of anything more fun.”
Well actually, she mused, she could at least ponder one activity that would indeed be even more fun; an act she pondered even more seriously moments later, as Joel took his place beside her on the floor.
Wrapping his muscled arm around her shoulders, his crisp citrus tinged scent filled her senses as the silken strands of his ebony hair brushed against her chest.
“I’m so glad to be here with you tonight,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re such a good friend.”
Heaving a heavy, frustrated sigh, Jasmin relaxed in Joel’s arms and forced her gaze in the direction of the television screen.
It’s going to be a long night, she crossed her eyes, chomping down on a defenseless piece of pepperoni. And no, the extra cheese didn’t help one bit.
***
Two weeks later
The weeks that followed were busy ones for Jasmin, who threw herself into various marketing projects as she readjusted to the life of a single woman.
She found that on reflection that she didn’t really miss her deceptive, unfaithful ex-boyfriend—why, she reasoned, would she miss a man who wasn’t really what he seemed?
One thing she did miss was his intimate touch; the feel of a man’s hands all over her body, of a warm pair of masculine lips as they covered her mouth, her breasts…
“I need orgasms!” she declared now, quite loudly as a matter of fact.
Luckily she stood in the central aisle of a place where such declarations were not uncommon. Owned by one of her closest gal pals, Val’s Vibes was a bright, expansive store that sold all manner of sex toys and adult DVDs.
Despite her great familiarity with and affection for the bright, funny Val, she’d never visited this store alone; and the times that she did venture through its doors she usually came with Peter, she’d mostly cringed and covered her eyes in horror as she reviewed his choices in merchandise.
“No more copies of Dee Dee Does Denver or Busty Baby-Sitters!” She thrust a triumphant fist high in the air, greeting a laughing Val with a bright smile.
“You go Girl!” Val met her in a victorious high five, all the while bagging up her purchases for the day.
Jasmin grinned in spite of herself as she regarded the cover of the DVD, which boasted a photograph that likened the cover of a sensual romance novel; depicting a beautiful young couple kissing passionately and languishing in one another’s arms.
“They look like they’re having substantially more fun in life than I am,” she decided with a sigh. “Their movie, working in tandem with that delish looking jelly vibe, should help to tide me over until I dive back into the dating pool.”
Val, a slender blonde in a tank top and jeans, laughed.
“Have at it Kid,” she handed the bag to Jasmin, who took it firmly in hand before examining
its contents.
Taking the sleek pink jelly vibe firmly in hand, she examined it with a girlish giggle that was echoed by a watching Val.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had one of these in my possession,” she laughed. “Hopefully I’ll remember how to use it. Do we still have to lie to people and say it’s a back scratcher?”
“Promise I won’t tell a soul, babe.”
