Bad Boy

BAD BOY

BY

DOROTHY STRANGELOVE

'Somewhere between fact and possibility lies wishful thinking' (D.Strangelove.)

I took another glance at the man across the table and I smiled. As he smiled back I crossed my legs and gave my thighs a good squeeze. Not too hard, any harder and my juice would have spilled out like my cunt was an orange swirling around impaled on a glass squeezer - which would have been a disaster for my skirt, and probably the chair beneath me. I was leaning forward, just a little, I was aware of it and I knew my tits were leading me, pointing towards the man I desired. His gaze had dropped from my face a couple of times. It had dropped to my cleavage then come back up. I had no bra on. I was wearing a white, flimsy blouse and my hardening nipples were making themselves visible.

"It's really nice to see you again, Claire." He said to me.

"It's nice to see you." I replied, as I stole a glance that allowed me to undress him with my eyes but only for a fleeting moment, being blessed with the gift of imagination is a wonderful thing when snatching these discreet moments to file them away for later, for eyes-shut solo pleasure as the film in my head played on until I had finished; Yes, I thought to myself, I will have one hell of a session after this.

We talked. And as he talked then I listened, I was hearing him but my mind was many years away from this table in this bar; I was back in time, me a girl in my late teens and he was the object of my desire, my first crush, older, mysterious, possessing the magical ability to make my knees go weak and my knickers wet with just a look, an effect so powerful that I had permanently damp thighs when I was around him. His name was Jack. He had no idea how much I had yearned for him, adored him, longed to worship him. He didn't know it then and he certainly didn't know it now - I still felt the same. I had always loved him. Every time my hand had gone between my legs I had thought of him, dreamed of him, ached for him. I was now so wet I was convinced I would be the first person ever to become glued to a chair by vaginal fluid. I was getting there just looking at him, the table was small and from where I sat I could smell the scent of his skin - it was driving me insane with pleasure, my mind slipped back further and as I recalled it I focussed on our conversation while all the time this little recollection played in my mind:

Me, all those years ago. I was sitting on his sofa. I'd just called round to say thank you for getting me home safely, for being my knight in shining armour when I was drunk in the club and my friends had gone home without me. Actually, there had been more to my plan, I'd called round two days after with no knickers on with dreams of him lifting my skirt and sliding his finger up and down my swollen gash, but it was a plan I was too young to carry out, I was nineteen and inexperienced. And he was so nice and polite and I didn't know how to tell him I wanted him. Then I had an idea! I asked if I could use his bathroom. Of course he said yes.

I went up the stairs. It was the first door I came to and it was open. I went inside and closed it.

I ran my hand along the bath, touched the glass shower door, pictured him naked in there with soap running down his body. I took the top off his deodorant and smelled it, making a mental note of the name so I could go and buy some later, spray it on my pillow and sleep while I dreamed of being beside him. Then my eyes fell on the toilet...the place where he got his cock out and pissed! I wished I could be a fly on the wall - no, on second thoughts, that would be pointless...no, I wanted to be that toilet seat; at least it must have got a few splashes over the years! I looked but it was clean. I sat down and felt slightly sad that it was not still warm from his arse, and I had my piss.

While I was pissing my gaze fell on something that made me smile - an unexpected discovery! There was his laundry bin, and it was quite full. I finished my piss and got up, took the lid off the bin and had a good rifle down it. As my hands closed on a pair of his pants I felt as if I'd turned up gold. I took them out, ran my fingers over the material, then buried my face in them. I sniffed hard and deep, right in the middle, where the lucky fabric had hugged his balls all day long. It was musky and sweet and made my head swim. Then I stroked above this, where his cock must have been. I sniffed again, this time pausing to gently kiss the fabric. I licked my lips and I swear I could, just for a moment, taste cock.

Then I put them back, put the lid on the laundry basket and flushed the toilet. I went back down stairs with one regret - that I had not been wearing any clothing suitable or I would have stolen his pants and took them home with me. I regretted I couldn't do it - but at least I had touched them, smelled them, it was better than nothing.

I left soon after. He never knew what I had done and I had never told him...

And now many years later we were sitting here and he still didn't know what I had done.

"What are you thinking about?" Jack asked me.

I looked back at him and saw perfection, saw the man of my dreams and I knew my face was flushed and my eyes were glazed and when he looked back at me I saw a shimmer of lust in his eyes, it was like being held by an invisible power that overtook every part of me as I welcomed it, seeing the fulfilment of my desire right there in one look from him.

"Tell me." He said.

And with those words, I was his. I was pulled like a magnet, I was under his spell and it was beautiful.

"I've always wanted you."

I said it so easily, as if that one look had unlocked everything - all I had needed was his permission.

"Are you sure?" He asked me, "Because I have to warn you I am a very hard man to please. I can be very bad when I want to - in fact I'm a very bad boy in every way. Come outside with me and I'll tell you about it."

It was like being hypnotised. My eyes were glazed and as I got up I felt a cool breeze that told me I was severely soaked but I didn't care if the dampness was visible now. The evening was growing dark and there was a chill in the air as he led me to the darkened beer garden. Summer was long over and soon the garden would be shut, winter was just a few weeks away and no one was out here at all - apart from us.

He took me around the corner, his grip on my wrist felt like a statement of ownership and I welcomed it.

As he pushed me firmly against the wall, I opened my legs, he turned me around so I was facing the brickwork. I let him do it. I had always imagined the first time we ever had sex to be making love, with me kissing him, undressing him, all the while telling him how beautiful I thought he was, but that was my dream. Maybe that would come later, his wish was my command and he wanted to do it like this, so I had to comply. I pressed my hands against the rough, cold brickwork. The cold hardness of the wall was such a contrast as he touched me that the warmth of his soft touch seemed to fire up my own flesh to such a point that I had never known desire like it; my head was swimming, every nerve in my body was tingling with awareness. He slid his hands up my thighs, reached around once to touch my cunt and as he did so he aimed straight for my clitoris and pressed hard, feeling me with a passion and an urgency that told me he knew exactly what he wanted to do.

My legs were already spread but he pushed them further apart, I heard his zip slide down then with one thrust he was in me, cutting through all the swollen tissues that were so hot my slit felt fat, he was rammed into me and I was impaled and all I could do was gasp, my awareness of our public situation vaguely remained and it was enough to stop me screaming aloud, my hands were pressed so hard against the brickwork now that I could feel little spikes of roughness digging into my hands, as he started to thrust gently he whispered in my ear:

"I want to look at you but if I turn you round this wall will cut your back to pieces - I don't want to do that to you."

Then he drew in a heavy breath and thrust again, harder this time.

"I've always wanted to fill you with my cum." He said breathlessly.

And then he stopped. He pulled out of me, turned me around and dragged me to my knees.

"Swallow it."

That was no request, he had me by the hair and rammed his cock into my mouth. He thrust again, fucking my face as I sucked.

He came hard, shooting it right down my throat and if I had not been such an experienced cock sucker I would have choked, but as he shot his load I sucked harder, swallowed and then swallowed again.

He pulled out of my mouth, dragged me to my feet, tugged my skirt back down and put his cock away. He glanced around in such a way that said to me he was used to taking risks like this in public.

Then he pulled me close. His face was an inch from mine, I was locked onto his gaze and I never wanted to break free.

"You and me have something special." He told me, "And I think we need to build on this. I have always loved you, by the way."

"I've always loved you too."

"Then prove it. Be mine. Any time and in any way I ask you to. Can you do that?"

I nodded.

He kissed me gently then gave me a hug.

"Now I have to go." He said, "I'll be in touch soon."

After he left I went home with the taste of his cum in my mouth, the ache deep inside me still yearning for his cock and wondering if he would ever come back. I had wanted to be with him for so many years, I could not have denied him that night yet at the same time I wondered if that one night had been all he wanted, I did not want to think that was the case but I had no way of knowing. With the dream coming true there also came a surreal feeling of maybe it was just a dream, or maybe the dream becoming reality would be a different reality to that which I saw as a dreamer; my status had now changed - this was real. There was no closing my eyes and fantasizing, he had crossed that line and become part of my reality and now I had to go further and discover what that would mean. I had hopes of sharing warm hours wrapped in the tangled sheets with him, kissing him, adoring him, playing games with him - Master Jack and his servant Claire. The scenarios I had dreamed up were endless, but I had yet to find out if any of them would come true. I went to bed that night thinking about his kiss, remembering his touch, I slid a finger inside me and took it out again just to inhale the scent of our juices together, I licked it off and then I slept.

The days passed. I carried on with my life clinging to the hope that he would want to see me again - part of me was thankful for one encounter with the man I loved for so many years, but the other part of me was desperately praying he would want me back again. He did not call and I did not call him, preferring to wait because he had been so commanding that night I felt that it was my place as the submissive to await his instruction, this I did out of a massive sense of respect for the man who had fulfilled my desire.

Then I got a message via email, someone wanted to link up with my instant messenger. He was calling himself Bad Boy.

I smiled as I accepted the invite.

I knew it was him right away, he came online and wrote:

Next time I’ll fuck you on something soft. Sorry I had to turn your back like that!

I felt a warm glow spreading through me – he had been away so long I had ached for him, but all my fears had been unfounded – he did want me! I wrote back:

I’m just thankful that you did it, I’ve dreamed of feeling you inside me for so long... I need you so much xx

Our conversation went on as I asked him:

Why do you call yourself Bad Boy?

Because I am.

You said to me you’re bad but what did you mean?

There was a pause. Then he replied:

A lot of things have happened in my life over the years, Claire. Things I haven’t told you about. I have been a bad boy and you need to understand that. Some of the things I’ve done have had an effect on me and it will mean I need to ask a lot from you. Shall I continue?

I read his statement again, there was much he had said that needed clarification but I knew I loved him and as far as I was concerned that meant I should be accepting, I had loved and yearned for him long enough for any problems to seem like minor difficulties. I replied:

Yes, tell me all about it. I love you with all my heart and there is nothing you can say that will change that, I promise you.

He replied again, I had to wait as he typed it but once I’d read it I understood:

I have had a lot of trouble in the past, Claire. I’ve been in fights, been to prison (for armed robbery), I’ve got a long criminal record and although I’m trying to stay straight I keep getting in with the wrong people and I don’t think I can really change after all these years. You don’t need to know what I do for a living but let’s just say I still carry a weapon sometimes. Outside of that in relationships I still have this aggression in me and I find it hard to control it and sometimes it comes out of me sexually. This is just one half of my problem but I have found that by playing sex games like dominating my partner or doing fantasy role play of various forms, it seems to help a lot and makes me much easier to live with. I think it gets it all out of me if you see what I mean. I don’t know if you would be up for those sorts of games?

I had imagined all kinds of games with him, Jack had no idea how much I desired him or the depths those desires reached. I replied at once:

I have dreamed of so many sexual acts with you over the years, you simply have no idea! Of course I would play games with you, I would love you to dominate me, I’m submissive, I enjoy being dominated!

But would you crawl across the floor and lick my shoes till they shine, would you take a spanking or a beating on intimate areas (I mean your cunt and your arse)? Will you wear PVC for sex when I want you to, will you suck my cock on command? I need a servant, a woman who will be all things to me and obey me every time I snap my fingers. I understand of course you have your own life to be getting on with and I would never take it over completely because I respect you, but part of my need is to have these things and I want to know if I would have absolute compliance, do I have that?

I was sitting there reading his words drowning in my own cum juice. I replied:

My heart has been yours from the moment we first met. Although so much time has passed my love for you has not changed, except to grow deeper. My dearest wish is to be in your arms, loving you, or on the floor, serving you when the desire takes you. Tell me what you want.

I waited while he replied. I wanted to cum there and then, just reading what he had already said, but I knew the best was yet to come. Finally the reply came through:

These are the things I need and expect:

You will keep your cunt shaved and allow me to lick it when ever I want for as long as I want.

You will wear what ever I tell you to wear in the bedroom and always be ready to open your legs for my tongue, my cock, my fingers or anything else I want to put up you.

I will be allowed to alter your appearance as I wish, this may include body piercings, tattoos and even the way you wear your hair and the colour of it.

You will worship the ground I walk on and lick my shoes whenever I command. You will sit on the floor when ever I command even if we are in public.

I will be allowed to call you what ever names I see fit. Sometimes I will call you my love and my angel other times I will call you slave or whore. Depends what we are doing.

Your cunt and arse are mine. No one else is allowed to look or touch. You are my property and if you disobey this I will punish you severely.

I will need to have you prove yourself to me. You will come to me and submit to everything I wish to do to you, once you have done this you belong to me forever. Do not agree to this lightly because I am not the kind of man to mess around with. As my enemies have found out in the past. Remember this because if you are with me I will love and protect you and make you happy. If you let me down you will suffer for it. Do you understand?

I didn’t need to think about it. I had loved him for many years and this was my chance. I was sexually adventurous enough to agree, everything he had said had excited me.

Yes, I understand and I agree. I love you and my heart is yours, so is my cunt and my arse, my tits, every part of me now belongs to you, Master.

He replied: We will meet tomorrow night. There is a hotel not far from you and I will be there waiting for you. I will send you further instructions tomorrow morning. Goodnight xx

And then he was gone.

I was filled with excitement, wishing it was time to go already. I hardly slept that night as I thought of him and everything he had said to me. I had completely forgotten that he had told me the      need for kinky sex was only half of his problem – more explanation was to come in the morning.

He called me early.

“Good morning, darling.” He said warmly.

“Morning my Bad Boy.”

“Meet me tonight at seven and make sure your cunt is nice and smooth because my tongue’s going up it. And shave around your arse as well. I don’t care what you wear because it’s all coming off so don’t even bother with knickers – you won’t be needing them any more. You don’t need to bring anything with you, I’m taking care of that. Just be on time. I’ll be waiting outside for you.”

“I’ll be there.”

“There’s one more thing.” He told me, “I know you love me and you want to take me to bed, but I have to warn you there might be a problem with that.”

He paused, and I listened, feeling surprised that my confident lover sounded so unsure all of a sudden.

“You know I told you I’ve been in a bit of trouble?”

“Yes, you told me.”

“Well I’ve been stabbed more than once and I have some pretty bad scars. I don’t like showing them off. I will show you, just not yet. Is that okay?”

He sounded so worried, he had no need to be, I didn’t care how bad it looked, I loved him, when I looked in his eyes I saw the man I had fallen in love with all those years ago. Nothing could have put me off.

“I love you.” I reminded him, “I always have. When I look at you I see the man I love and nothing will change that, you have no idea how much it would mean to me if you let me undress you. I want to kiss every inch of you.”

“Then I might just let you do that.” He told me, and his voice was much warmer.

“I’ll see you later.” He told me, and hung up.

My juices were flowing already.

The day dragged on slowly.

By the time it was almost seven I had got myself ready to go, I looked very casual and not at all outwardly sexy but beneath my clothing my skin was smooth all over, my cunt shaved bare, I had gone without knickers and although I had jeans on because the weather was cold that day the juice was running from me and making the material stick between my legs as I walked. I had put on a lycra top and left the bra off, my nipples were hard and rubbed achingly against the fabric as I moved because the desire was building in me so much that I felt as if I might explode. I had never wanted anyone so much in the whole of my life!

When I got to the hotel he was waiting outside. Jack was leaning against the wall looking so hot that my legs almost gave way beneath me. I wanted to melt in his arms right there and then, feel his tongue deep in my mouth as I slid my hand inside his shirt... then I remembered what he had told me about his scars and I decided it would be best to control myself; I knew his past had been bad and he was still my Bad Boy, but I loved him and I accepted it all and the first move had to come from him, when he felt relaxed, then I could kiss every inch of him and show him how much I loved him...

He smiled.

“Come with me.”

I slipped my hand in his and we walked to his room. Once inside he locked the door behind us.

He led me over to the big, double bed and took me in his arms.

“I’ve always loved you, Claire.” He whispered softly, and kissed me deeply, as I clung to him he held me tighter and it felt as if all my wishes were coming true in this single moment.

“I’ve always loved you too.” I told him.

Then the expression in his eyes changed, hardened.

“Take off your clothes and get on your knees.” He told me quietly, “Do it now, please.”

I undressed quickly. He watched me, but made no attempt to move from where he sat on the bed.

I stood naked before him and fell to my knees.

He indicated to his black, polished shoes.

“Crawl over here and clean them.” He ordered.

I felt myself shaking with excitement as I crawled across the carpet, then began to lick gently at the smooth leather. It felt cool and my tongue slid effortlessly across the polished surface, I could smell the shoe polish and see my reflection as I worked. In this position, as I bent over on my hands and knees, it seemed as if all the blood in my body was rushing to my clitoris. I could feel it swelling but my concentration was fixed on cleaning his shoes, and clean them I did.

“Do you love me?” He asked me.

I looked up at him.

“I worship the ground you walk on, Master. There is no man on earth as great as you. I love and adore you.”

He reached down and stroked my hair.

“Good girl.” He said lovingly.

Then his hand closed on my hair tightly and he pulled my head upwards as he leaned and whispered in my ear:

“I am a very dominant man, understand that…you will do everything I say.”

“Yes, Master.” I said breathlessly, aching as I wondered what he would do to me next.

“Get on the bed and open your legs.” He ordered.

I got on the bed and lay on my back, my legs spread wide. I was so turned on that my bare parted lips spread with me and my reddened clitoris seemed to be straining to get out, I was open and exposed and glistening. I could feel the heat coming from my slit and the room smelled of my cunt. As he looked at my open gash I felt the blood rushing all the more; I just wanted him to touch me, to lick me, anything to take away the ache!

He seemed to read my mind.

“Not yet.” He told me, “Be patient and I will reward you.”

He was down on me in an instant, licking the length of my gash, lapping up my juice and making me moan with the sheer pleasure of it.

But then, sensing my urgency and not wanting me to cum just yet, he stopped.

He took a blindfold from his pocket and slipped it over my eyes. I was disappointed that I could not look at my beautiful master while he toyed with me but at the same time the excitement was rising in me, fire in my blood, the blood that was flowing to my clitoris. I could now think only with the tiny throbbing organ between my legs; I wanted to be toyed with and I wanted to cum hard.

"Keep still." He told me, "And listen to what I say - You will submit to everything I am about to do to you and if you are a good girl - if you behave - I will reward you with a gift. You may choose your gift. What would you like to have?"

I was tingling with excitement now. I knew what I wanted straight away.

"Please, Master, please may I kiss your arse to show my gratitude?"

"You may." He replied, "Would you like to involve your tongue in this?"

"Yes please!"

I heard him pull the top something, and then I heard a sound like lube pumping out.

He slid his hand gently between my legs and started to rub it in. He concentrated on my clitoris, it felt cold and gave his fingertips a touch of silk as he caressed me. As I felt the desire spilling out and I raised my hips to urge for more pressure, he stopped rubbing.

"If you touch yourself," He told me, "I'll tie your legs apart, take off my belt and smack your cunt till it's glowing and you won't be able to stop me. And no one will hear you scream because I'll shove a ball gag in your mouth, understand?"

"Yes, Master. As you wish."

My clitoris was tingling; a heat was rising down there, hotter than any heat cream I'd ever felt before.

"Is it warm?" He asked me.

"Yes!"

He laughed softly.

"I bet it is, but I won't tell you what I've used, maybe its mustard, or chilli sauce...you won't know till later. Just enjoy the heat. Take pleasure from it because things get worse for you from this moment."

I wanted to take off the blindfold, check for myself, but I knew what would happen if I did. I was enjoying the burning heat too much to want it to stop - too much to care about if I would be burnt later on when this session was over. I was getting to a point where the buzz in my mind was so high he could have done anything to me, absolutely anything and I would have thanked him for it.

Something sharp was dragging down my pubic mound, it was the unmistakeable sensation of the point of a needle. When he took hold of the left side of my labia I tensed but forced myself to remain still.

"I'm going to slide this through your skin." He told me, "One either side of your slit, under the surface. You will keep them in until I decide to remove them. I want you to remember this pain because this cunt is mine and if another man ever touches it I will sew it up to punish you, understand?"

"Yes, Master...”

He pushed the needle through and I gasped. It was a sharp, brief pain followed by the stinging sensation that told me there was an object embedded beneath my skin. If it wasn't for the pleasure of the heat on my clit I would have screamed when he put the second needle in. I took slow deep breaths, feeling no surprise as I heard another squeeze of something. This time he told me what it was.

"I'm going to put both my hands inside you.” He told me, "In your arse, up to the knuckles. I know it will hurt, I know it will stretch you and after this you'll probably shit yourself every time you need to go, at least for the first couple of weeks - but I don't care. You will take it and thank me for it. Now turn over!"

I was shaking as I obeyed him, he slid a finger in and out of my arse, then followed it up with two, holding them there and twisting them around, then holding them still again as I started to open up. I had been stretched anally before but had only ever taken one hand. As he slowly drew his fingers out and plunged them back in, he added a third, then a fourth finger. By now I could feel the ring of muscle straining and if I had been allowed to I would have reached down and rubbed my clit; this was the point where I would normally orgasm after such treatment. But he had both his hands together; I felt a double pressure and a burning pain as my arse was spread so wide I felt as if something would break.

I gave a groan and he pulled back slightly but did not remove his fingers. I was shaking with the intensity of it, sweat was running down my body and as he slid his hands inside a fraction at a time, I knew my body would never be the same after this - I had never taken so much and my arse was spread so wide I felt like I didn't have an anus anymore, just a gaping hole, but it was fine because it was master's wish that he did this to me, and I was so close to cumming I could almost touch the orgasm that was threatening to shoot through me at any moment.

"Does it hurt?" He asked me.

"Oh, yes!"

Do you want me to stop?"

"No, Master, please don't stop!" I begged him.

"Do you want all of it?"

"Yes I do!"

"Good girl." He told me, and began to slowly push against my hole, slowly but firmly. I felt myself filled up, then I felt a resistance as if he could go no further. Then the burning pain was back, it ran around the ring of muscle and I felt a pop and he was in me, both hands, up to the knuckles.

"You can come now." He said.

I could barely move with the pressure in my arse but I dragged a shaking hand between my legs and began to desperately rub at myself. All the while the pressure in my arse seemed to be increasing as it protested against being opened so wide. The pain and the pleasure danced together and then my clit burst with joy and the orgasm shot through me, I screamed, I shook, I collapsed on the bed. He drew his hands out of me as I fell downwards and left me there to recover, I was breathless, my legs wide apart and I felt as if there was a hole where my arse used to be, but I had never cum so hard and I was still in a state of bliss from it. I felt a jerking sensation as he tugged the needles free from my cunt. Then he left the room.

I heard him in the bathroom washing his hands.

When he came back he pulled off my blindfold and turned me over to face him. He sat beside me and began to unbutton his shirt.

"I'll show you my scars." He said, "You'll have to get used to them."

He stripped off his shirt. All I wanted to do was suck on his nipples and run my hands over him, I wanted to lay with my head on his chest and listen to the sound of his heart beating. But I understood; he had reason to feel self conscious about it, there were two small scars on his shoulder and another much larger one on his chest.

"The smaller ones are stab wounds." He told me, "The large one was a bullet wound. Gangland hits. I told you, I'm a Bad Boy."

It wouldn't have made a difference to me if he had been scarred all over his body, I loved him. But I could see the pain in his eyes and I guessed that at some point a woman must have remarked on them, no matter, her loss and my gain. What he didn’t seem to know was that when a woman loves and adores a man, (especially a submissive woman), she sees him as amazing and invincible and a few scars did nothing to diminish that, in fact it only served to magnify his toughness and his courage, qualities we submissives admire in a loving and protective master.

"All I see when I look at you is beauty." I told him, "I love you."

He took me in his arms. I ran my hands over him, kissed every inch of him. I didn't say it yet because I felt it was too early, but I loved his scars, I wanted him to tell me all about how he got them, while I kissed them better, I wanted to do that one day while he was pounding hard into me and I was caressing him, learning all about his hard and dangerous life. I wanted all the details so I could look at him as I held him in even more awe than I did now: This made my Master indestructible. Maybe we could even play a sexy game where he was my patient and I was his nurse in a serving-girl-slut kind of way...When I looked at him the possibilities were endless.

Every girl needs a hero, and he was mine, he was my bad, hard, sexy man...

He pulled down his zip and laid me back on the bed. His cock was hard and ready and even though my over-stretched arse ached as I positioned myself, my cunt was still warm, I needed him deep inside me and he knew it.

"I love you, Claire." He said softly, and slid deep into me. I clung to him, kissing him, caressing him as he thrust hard into me over and over. Then he pulled out. I was still holding onto him but he pushed me back.

"I'm not cumming yet." He said, "Not until you have had your present."

He rolled on his front and spread his legs wide. I knelt there for a moment just looking at his perfect arse. Then I gently spread it, ran my tongue the length of his crack and kissed him, my lips brushing his arse. I ran my tongue around the perfect ring, and then sucked gently before plunging my tongue inside. I heard him give a soft groan of pleasure, so I did it again and again, my tongue fucking his arse while he enjoyed the delicate, intense sensation of my mouth down there on the most intimate part of his body. He allowed me to lick him for quite a while, then he told me to stop.

He got on his knees and grabbed me by the hair.

"Open your mouth!"

I obeyed him. His cock was so hard it looked as if the head would burst.

He wanked hard, his grip on my hair increasingly becoming tighter as his hand slid up and down that rock hard shaft. My mouth was wide open and waiting, my tongue was tingling as it longed to taste his cum. He shoved his cock in my mouth and held me there as he emptied himself into me. I sucked and swallowed, sucking again to get every last drop. Then he shoved me backwards, letting go of me as he sank down onto the covers.

I crawled into his arms and rested there, my head on his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart.

He kissed me gently as he got his breath back.

"That was amazing." He told me, "Is there anything else you would like as a gift?"

There was one thing...

"Well, Master," I said, "There is one thing I would like - please can you shower me?"

"In a minute." He told me.

He rested for a brief time, and then led me into the bathroom. He indicated to the floor beside the toilet.

"Sit." He commanded, and I did, on the cold tiles.

He aimed his cock at the toilet bowl and started to piss. I stuck out my tongue and let the stream dance over it, then for good measure I let my hair dip in it, too, just enough to dampen a little of it.

"Don't wash it out." He told me.

As he finished pissing I took him in my mouth and sucked him clean, then he grew hard so I carried on sucking, knowing my place, on the floor, serving my Master's Cock...

I blinked. I was back to reality now. Still in the bar, still sitting opposite a man who had no idea about the elaborate fantasy that had just flashed through my mind in the blink of an eye. Nothing had changed here except my face had gone bright red...

He asked me again.

"What are you thinking about, Claire?"

And I smiled at Jack.

"Just... thinking, nothing really."

We finished our drinks and he said he had to go.

I walked out of the bar with him.

"It was really nice to see you again." I told him.

"We'll have to do this again." He said, and kissed my cheek.

As I looked at him I felt my face going red once more as I recalled the fantasy that had just played through my mind. Jack was no gangster, never had been, in fact we had been reunited because of my nephew's christening - Jack had been the vicar!

No amount of wishing could ever turn him into the kind of lover I dreamed of...that was pure fantasy. I guessed he would probably be shocked if he ever knew what had just played through my mind, but at least I had the consolation of knowing that even if we were not going to know that kind of bliss at least I wouldn't be lonely - no one can ever be truly lonely, not when possessing a mind as dirty as mine. But all the same, I still wanted him because I knew I loved him, it was my secret and it looked as if it would stay a secret.

I was ready to say goodbye and leave it at that when his hand slid down to my arse.

He leaned close and whispered in my ear:

“By the way, if I ever see you sitting in my church uncrossing your legs with no knickers on again I'll have to take you back to the vicarage and show you the error of your ways, understand?"

I saw the passion in his eyes and heard the lustful tone in his voice.

My eyes lit up.

"See you Sunday!" I told him.

The End