When I got in, I could tell something was wrong. She was sat nervously and didn’t jump up to kiss me as I expected.
I bent down and kissed her.
“How was your night out? What time did you get home?”
She shook her head, her eye’s teared up, she finally spoke, “This morning” she said, very quietly?
“Really? So what do you have to tell me?”
“I am sorry, I was really d*unk” she said through the sudden floods of tears.
We had been together about a month. I knew she was a slut, because from meeting her in a bar to burying my cock deep inside her, was less than half an hour. The first night, I hadn’t been with her, I had been with a male friend. She was sat across the pub with a couple of girls, and it became obvious she liked what she saw.
The girls she was with, had made their way into the conservatory and were throwing all kinds of d*unken shapes, oblivious to the world around them. She was about five foot six, size 12 and (I soon found out) 38DD. Her hair was brunette and to her shoulder. She sat staring at me and when my friend said he was making a move, she watched him get up and pull his coat from the back of the chair, a look of disappointment across her face, which faded when I reached up to shake my friends’ hand.
Before he was even out of the door, she picked up her drink and walked towards my table.
“Hi. Can I join you?”
I looked her up and down, saying “Yes of course”. She introduced herself as Louise.
She was 18 and pretty. She wore a very tight white ribbed vest and a tight pair of blue trousers, with a very faint tartan pattern. I commented on the tartan, puzzled why she was wearing it. I asked if she was Scottish and the answer was no, I just like them.
“I quite like the trousers, but not keen on the tartan” I commented.
She looked puzzled.
“I like the cut; they are nice and tight”. I smiled “but the tartan makes me want to take them off”
She giggled in a very girly way, obviously embarrassed.
“So do you want another drink?” She asked.
“No, I have had enough and want to do something else”
“Like what?”
“I have told you; I want to take your trousers off” I said as I looked in her eyes.
“OK” she said as she tilted her head sideways before picking up her drink and swallowing the contents quickly, standing as she did. “I’m ready”
I did the same and led her out of the pub, I took hold of her hand as we crossed the road, into the alleyway that led in the general direction of mine.
We had gone about fifty feet into the alley, and I stopped. I guided her to lean against the wall and I stood in front of her.
“I might not like the pattern on those trousers, but look at the effect you have on me” I said as I guided her hand to my crotch.
She fondled me as we kissed and my right hand found its way under the vest, feeling her massive tits. I pulled down her bra and her breasts popped out, hanging over the top.
“Get it out”. I commanded. She seemed hesitant, looking at both ends of the alley obviously aware we were outside. I lifted her vest and pulled it up, her breasts were now hanging on show and I bit her nipples.
“Get my cock out now” I instructed her, more firmly than before, and this time she obliged, still looking around she tore my jeans buttons open and pulled my cock free. I instantly knew by the way she worked her hand she was used to this.
“I haven’t got a condom with me. You will have to use your mouth”
She sank to her knees, taking my whole cock deep into her throat, only letting up to say “I’m on the pill”
I pulled her up by her hair, kissing her hard, I undid her trousers and spun her around to face the wall. I placed both of her hands on it, and then yanked down her trousers and her knickers in one go. She was soaking and I entered her easily, dumping my load inside her. I pulled out and put myself away. She looked a little disappointed.
“Don’t worry, I have finished yet, my house is not far”
She smiled and pulled up her trousers, doing them up while she looked at me and then we walked back to mine hand in hand.
Apart from nipping home to get changed and pick up some stuff, going out to work she hadn’t left my house and had spent every night there. Except for last night.
Her friend had been in touch, and they had arranged to go out clubbing, she was going home to her parents after and would come round the next day so she didn’t disturb me as I was working.
Now three weeks since I had met her, she didn’t need to say what had happened, I knew, but I was going to enjoy her telling me.
She had gone out in a skirt that screamed fuck me, mid-thigh length tight and shiny. I was calm and kissed her. She seemed shocked. I sat down next to her, looking at her, I said “It’s ok, just tell me the details”
She was very hesitant at first, but fairly soon she was telling me about this guy who was with the girl she had gone out with. It seemed her friend had arranged a double date in order to get the lad she wanted, she had to provide a date for his friend. This had happened in the past, both ways. During the night the lad had become a bit annoyed, obviously aware he wasn’t going to get laid as he had been promised, which spoilt her friends’ night. Her friend had taken her to one side and been quite firm about how she was letting her down etc. Louise had agreed to play along and of course as the drinks flowed, she seemed to have forgotten about me.
I sat very still listening to her, pressing her for more details. She described how she was stood at the bar, and he had come up and stood next to her, putting his arm around her, he started to feel her arse. He slipped his hand underneath her skirt and worked hi hand into her knickers. He shifted himself so he leant on the bar, facing her. This allowed him to get his hand up the front of her skirt and finger her. She was just having an orgasm as the barmaid arrived.
She described the rest of the night, all four going back to her friends’ blokes flat and her and her man fucked in the living room. She said that she fell asleep on the sofa, naked, covered in a throw that had been hiding the age of the furniture. Her bloke was nowhere to be seen. She woke to find the blanket being lifted off her and a stranger smiling down at her. He reached down and put his hand between her legs. She laid back and slid her legs apart, enjoying the stranger touching her. He leant forward and asked if he could fuck her.
She said yes. He didn’t kiss her, her didn’t even look at her, just put his cock inside her and pumped away. He withdrew and tossed the cover back over her. She admitted she wanted more and was annoyed, and frustrated. She started to rub herself as she looked around the flat, making herself orgasm in the strangers living room.
She must have fallen asleep, when she woke there was a note on the table that just said, £20 for a taxi home and drop the latch.
“So do you think it was acceptable behaviour?”
“No!” she looked at the floor.
“Stand”
“OK” she stood at my side and looked down at me.
“Trouser off, knickers down”
I pulled her down across my knee and raised my hand.
“Obviously because you can’t be trusted, now I am in charge of who does what to your body? OK” Smack.
“Yes Sir”
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