by Ray Gordon
‘Yes, yes, I will,’ he breathed, kissing her cheek. ‘Ring me tomorrow, OK?’
‘Yes, I will. Thanks for a lovely evening.’
‘Thank you, Mandy. I’d better go.’
Closing the door, Mandy shook her head and sighed. The first man she’d been out with in two years had wanked and spunked on her panties, and wanted her to keep them on until the following evening. Returning to the lounge and sipping her cup of cold coffee, she wondered what other peculiar fetishes Gary had. Although the evening hadn’t been at all as she’d expected, she’d enjoyed an amazing orgasm and had watched a man wank and spunk over her panties. It had been different, she mused. And most pleasurable.
Two
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, after she’d had a shower, Mandy gazed at the sperm-starched panties on the floor in the corner of her bedroom. She’d wear them for Gary that evening, she decided, taking a clean pair from her dressing-table drawer. Fetish or not, there were limits to what she’d do for him. There was no way she was going to wear dirty panties all day just to please a man. Besides, he wouldn’t know that she hadn’t worn them.
Dressed in a miniskirt and T-shirt, she went downstairs and checked her emails. To her amazement, two more potential customers had contacted her asking for quotes. Again sticking to her price, she replied and hoped for the best. The landscape gardener had been happy, and now it was time to get to work on the plumber’s web site. Settling at her desk with a cup of coffee, she hoped that her business was going to take off at long last. Having spent two years promoting her work, she thought that it would be nice to start earning some decent money.
Two years without sex, she mused, recalling Gary sucking on her erect clitoris and bringing her to a massive orgasm. But she still hadn’t had full-blown sex. When Gary turned up that evening, she’d make sure that he pumped his spunk into her tight pussy rather than all over her panties. A fuck at last, she thought happily, grabbing the phone as it began to ring.
‘Hi,’ Paula said. ‘How are you?’
‘Hi, Paula. I’m fine. It’s nice to hear from you.’
‘How did you get on with that dishy man last night?’
‘Oh, the usual,’ Mandy replied with a giggle. ‘A few drinks and then an evening of sex.’
‘Lucky you,’ Paula sighed.
‘What did you do last night?’
‘I … I stayed in, for a change. Several men rang me, but I felt like an evening at home. I thought we might go out this evening for a drink?’
‘Oh, er … I’m seeing Gary again this evening. Maybe we can meet up tomorrow evening?’
‘Oh, all right. What about meeting for lunch? I’m free between one and two today, so …’
‘I can’t today, Paula. I’ve got a lot of work to do on a customer’s web site. He’s paid up front, so I’d better get it done today.’
‘You are keeping busy. OK, I’ve just had an idea. How about a foursome this evening? We could all meet in the wine bar. You and Gary, and …’
‘He’s coming here for the evening. Sorry, Paula.’
‘That’s OK. Ring me when you’re free.’
‘I will, I promise.’
‘Oh well, enjoy your evening.’
‘I will, thanks.’
‘Don’t wear out that sweet little cunt of yours, will you?’
‘Er … no, no, I won’t.’
Mandy frowned as Paula hung up. She’d sensed jealousy in her voice. Or had it been annoyance? Mandy couldn’t neglect her work or change her plans for the evening just to meet up with Paula. Besides, the girl had said that she had several men on the go so she shouldn’t be short of company. Perhaps she wanted to chase after Gary? Don’t wear out that sweet little cunt of yours … Paula’s crude words played on her mind, Yes, she was jealous. Although, with several men phoning her friend and wanting to take her out, Mandy couldn’t understand why.
Beginning work on the plumber’s web site, Mandy reckoned that Paula was lonely. It was all very well having a string of men on the go, but that was no substitute for a decent relationship. Wondering whether she’d be better off in a long-term relationship herself, Mandy again considered Gary’s marital status. In a way, she hoped that he was married. It would be fun to be the other woman for a change, she thought wickedly. Her previous boyfriends had screwed around behind her back, so it would make a nice change to be a married man’s bit on the side.
Working on the computer and imagining Gary’s rock-hard penis slipping into her tight vagina, Mandy felt her young womb contract. His wife would be waiting at home while he drove his cock deep into Mandy’s wet pussy and flooded her sex sheath with his spunk. He might go home and fuck his wife but the woman would have no idea that he’d fucked and spunked in another girl. She forgot about the web-site design, slipped her hand up her short skirt and felt the wetness of her tight panties.
‘God,’ she breathed as the doorbell rang. Dashing through the hall, she checked her hair in the mirror. Her face flushed, her hands trembling, she realised that she was sexually aroused as never before and she’d only been thinking about Gary. She took a deep breath as the bell rang again. She’d only been thinking about his solid cock driving deep into her tight pussy and … ‘God,’ Mandy murmured again as her clitoris emerged from beneath its pinken hood and called for her intimate attention.
‘John,’ she murmured, opening the door and facing her ex-boyfriend. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘I was just passing,’ he replied, smiling at her. ‘I thought you might ask me in for a coffee.’
‘Well, I … I suppose so. How did you get my address?’
‘I asked around. It’s been a long time, Mandy,’ he said as she led him into the kitchen. ‘How are you?’
‘I’m fine. I must say that I’m surprised to see you here after what happened.’
‘Water under the bridge,’ he said with a chuckle.
‘Are you still with her? The slut, I mean.’
‘Carol? No, no, we split up ages ago. It’s really good to see you, Mandy. I … I was wondering whether you’d like to go out for a drink one evening?’
‘No, John,’ she returned firmly. ‘After the way you treated me, I do not want to go out for a drink with you.’
‘Are you seeing anyone?’
‘Yes, I am.’
‘Oh, right. It’s a shame the way things turned out. We were good together, Mandy.’
‘Yes, we were. Until you started screwing that slut behind my back.’
‘OK, so I made a mistake.’
‘On reflection, I don’t think we were any good together. I’ve had several proper men in my life since we split up, since you cheated on me, and I now realise how good sex can be.’
‘Oh, thanks. That’s nice, I must say.’
‘It’s true, John. With you, it was over in minutes and I was left wondering what it was all about.’
‘You used to come.’
‘I faked my orgasms, John. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about the past. Do you want a cup of coffee?’
‘Er … no, no, thanks. I was hoping that … that we’d at least be friends.’
‘We can be friendly, if that’s what you want.’
‘Actually, I wasn’t just passing. I’ve moved into a flat down the road.’
‘Really? You always said that this was a scum area. After we’d split up and I bought this place, I remembered you saying that this was a scum area.’
‘Yes, well … it’s not that bad.’
‘So, do you have a girlfriend? Who are you attempting to satisfy at the moment?’
‘Mandy, you weren’t that good in bed. You say that you’ve had several proper men. Well, I’ve had several proper women. Women who enjoy giving blow-jobs.’
‘I never did that with you because—’
‘You wouldn’t even try it, Mandy. You were such a prude.’
‘I love cocksucking,’ she lied. ‘One of my men calls me his blow-job queen, so I must be pretty good.’
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sp; ‘One of your men? How many have you got?’
‘Enough to keep me happy.’
‘A blow-job queen? I don’t believe a word of it.’
‘I have work to do, John. I’ve been civil to you, I’ve offered you coffee, and now I have to get on with my work.’
‘I know you too well, Mandy. You don’t have a string of men, do you?’
‘Yes, I do. I don’t care whether you believe me or not.’
‘I was hoping that we could start again, start afresh.’
‘After what you did, you want me to …’
‘I’m still in love with you, Mandy. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since … since we parted.’
‘You don’t know what love is, John. All you ever wanted was sex, and now you say that I was no good in bed and you expect me to …’
‘I do know what love is, Mandy. I’m in love with you.’
Kneeling in front of him, Mandy tugged John’s zip down and hauled out his flaccid penis. I’ll bloody show him, she giggled inwardly, trying to bring herself to take his cock into her wet mouth. Wanking his shaft, she felt his cock stiffen in her hand as he gasped. This was completely out of character, but she felt that she had to prove something to John. Perhaps she was trying to prove something to herself, she mused as she slipped the tip of her wet tongue into the small opening of his fleshy foreskin and tasted his salty knob. This was the first cock she’d taken into her mouth, she reflected dreamily as she probed his sperm-slit with the tip of her tongue. She was twenty-two years old, and this was her first blow job. But, since meeting Paula, she’d changed. She wanted to live as well as work, and this was a good start.
Perceiving that she could build up John’s hopes and then dump him as he’d dumped her, she made her plans as she retracted his fleshy foreskin and sucked his purple knob into her hot mouth. Savouring the salty taste of his swollen knob, she realised that she still had feelings for John. But this was a means to an end, she reflected. He needed to be taught a lesson. She’d arrange to see him, have a drink with him, suck his knob and have sex with him and talk about getting back together – and then dump him. For the way he’d treated her, destroyed her life, she’d destroy him.
John gasped as he gazed down at Mandy’s full lips enveloping his solid cock. Obviously unable to believe what she was doing, he stammered something unintelligible as his penis twitched and his knob swelled within her gobbling mouth. Mandy was also unable to believe what she was doing as she ran her tongue over the velveteen surface of his bulbous glans. She was behaving like a common slut, but loving every minute of it. She’d suck Gary’s cock that evening, she decided. He was a young man, and should be able to pump his spunk into her mouth as well as her cock-hungry vagina. The evening was going to be very interesting.
Sucking on John’s ripe knob and wanking his solid shaft, she pulled his trousers down to his knees and cupped his heavy balls in her free hand. He clutched her head, gasping and trembling as Mandy expertly worked on his rock-hard penis. She would become a blow-job queen, she thought happily, as she took his knob to the back of her throat and sank her teeth gently into his veined shaft. She’d allow Gary to fuck her pretty mouth and spunk down her throat. To keep up with Paula and her sexual antics, she’d become a blow-job expert. A cumslut?
John was going to fill her mouth with his creamy spunk, she thought as she ran her tongue around the rim of his bulbous knob. He’d praise her, tell her that he loved her, ask whether he could see her again … She’d agree and suggest that he call round for a meal one evening. She’d take him to her bed and show him that she was far from prudish. Then, after a few weeks, she’d dump him.
‘God, I’m coming,’ he breathed, rocking his hips and fucking her pretty mouth. ‘Mandy, I’m … I’m coming.’
‘Mmm,’ she moaned through her nose, waiting for her first-ever taste of spunk.
‘God, you’re good. I’m coming … Now, now.’
He held her head tight as she swallowed hard, drinking the spunk from his orgasming cock. Savouring his male cream, she wondered why she’d never sucked his cock before. She had been a prude, he was right. But she hadn’t deserved to be tossed aside like a broken toy. She’d loved John and had hoped they’d marry one day. But he’d deserted her for a filthy slut. The tables had turned, at long last.
‘You are a blow-job queen,’ John gasped as she sucked the remnants of his spunk from his deflating cock. ‘God, that was amazing.’
‘I love the taste of spunk,’ Mandy said, rising to her feet and smiling at him. ‘I can’t get enough of it.’
‘Mandy,’ he began, tugging his trousers up. ‘Is there any chance that we might get back together?’
‘Yes, I think there is,’ she breathed softly, her dark eyes sparkling lustfully.
‘I’ve really missed you. Now that I’m living a few doors away, perhaps we could—’
‘Give me time, John,’ she cut in. ‘I think we’re going to be good together, but give me time.’
‘So, do you have someone else?’
‘No, I don’t.’
‘I thought not. Things will be great, I promise you. How about going to bed now?’
‘Not now, John. I lead a busy life and I have things to do.’
‘Shall I come round this evening?’ he persisted. ‘We could go out for a drink and then go to bed and—’
‘I’m seeing an old school friend this evening,’ she said, interrupting him. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow night, if I’m free.’
‘Here’s my phone number.’ Taking a pen from his pocket, John wrote the number on the back of an envelope. ‘Ring me any time. If you want to come round, I’m at number twenty-two.’
‘OK,’ she said. The taste of sperm lingered on her tongue and she felt her clitoris swell. ‘I have things to do now so … I’ll ring you.’
‘Great. It’s good to be back together, Mandy. I really have missed you.’
‘And I’ve missed you,’ she lied, leading him through the hall to the front door. ‘I’ll ring you, OK?’
‘OK. Bye.’
Realising that things had changed so much since she’d bumped into Paula, Mandy smiled as she closed the front door and went into the lounge. Never had she dreamed that she’d be licked to orgasm by a man she’d met in a bar, and then suck John’s cock and drink his spunk. She was beginning to live. She slipped her wet panties off and settled on the sofa with her thighs parted. Spreading her swollen outer lips and slipping a finger into her tight hole, she gasped when she felt how wet she was. The taste of sperm still lingering on her tongue, she closed her eyes and pictured John’s cock pumping spunk into her thirsty mouth as she massaged her inner flesh.
Two men in two days, she thought dreamily, as she slipped a second finger into her tightening sex sheath. Two men, and yet she hadn’t felt a cock inside her yearning vagina for two years. Opening her eyes as she had an idea, she grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl on the table beside the sofa. She peeled back the skin and, feeling wicked, she slipped the end of the fruit between the fleshy lips of her pussy. A substitute cock, she thought as the fruity phallus drove deep into the wet heat of her contracting vagina. Gasping as her clitoris swelled and her muscles tightened, she closed her eyes and pictured John’s solid cock stretching her tight pussy to capacity.
Working the banana in and out of her contracting vagina, Mandy listened to the squelching sounds of her pussy juices as she trembled uncontrollably on the sofa. Wondering why she’d neglected her feminine needs for so long, she lifted her left foot and dangled her leg over the arm of the sofa. Her outer lips opened wide and the banana induced her juices to flow in torrents. She let out whimpers of sexual pleasure as the fruit massaged the sensitive tip of her eager clitoris. Her young body alive with ripples of sex, her breathing fast and shallow, her heart banging hard against her chest, she cried out as her orgasm erupted and her vagina crushed the thrusting banana.
Her nostrils flaring, she repeatedly rammed the hot banana deep into her va
gina until she’d mashed the fruit to a pulp. Massaging her pulsating clitoris and driving two fingers into her fruity vagina, she couldn’t believe the strength and duration of her massive orgasm. There must have been more to her sexual awakening than talking to Paula, she reflected as her young body shook violently. Gary had licked her to orgasm and she’d sucked the spunk from John’s throbbing knob, but now she felt that she’d become a nymphomaniac. Why the massive and sudden change?
Her fingers massaged the last ripples of sex from her deflating clitoris as she scooped out the hot pulped banana from her sex duct and tasted the blend of fruit and her pussy milk. Sucking her fingers clean and swallowing the creamy cocktail, she finally lay quivering on the sofa in the aftermath of her incredible self-loving. What had changed her? she mused dreamily. She felt like a teenage girl who had just discovered the delights of her young body. But why?
Mandy hauled herself off the sofa, climbed the stairs to her bedroom, grabbed the sperm-starched panties from the floor and slipped them on. The crotch immediately soaked up her flowing cream and she knew that Gary would be pleased with her. She felt dirty, like a common whore, as she went downstairs and sat at her computer. Her panties were hot and sticky, the outer lips of her vagina glued to the wet material as she worked on the plumber’s web site. She’d tell Gary that she hadn’t taken her panties off all day. She’d tell him that she’d slept in them and creamed them for him. Although the notion excited her and her clitoris once more called for her intimate caress, she managed to finish the web site by six o’clock.
After a light meal, Mandy was ready for Gary. Her panties soaked with a cocktail of creamed banana and milky girl-juice, she was looking forward to an evening with her new man. With another woman’s man? Repeatedly checking the time as she paced the lounge floor, she was also looking forward to her first session of full-blown sex in two years. But, when seven o’clock came and went, she began to feel despondent. By eight, she reckoned that Gary wasn’t going to turn up. Wondering whether to phone John and invite him round, she breathed a sigh of relief as the doorbell rang.
