Archive name: .A Chance Encounter.HTM (M/F,
Cheating, Humiliation)
Authors name: Paula Wilson
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Story title: A Chance Encounter
A Paula Wilson Fantasy
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Authors Note: This is a fantasy that is it
never happened, but I wish that it had. It nearly did, well to be accurate I
was waiting for Charlie in a bar. He was late and I was hit on by three
separate men, two were pretty ordinary but one, well if I hadn’t had expected
Charlie he would have had a chance. So he hit another woman and after a few
minutes they left together. This is my take on what might have happened.
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I was early,
not by planning but just as I entered the bar I received a text message from my
husband, he would be a half hour late. I cursed him under my breath as he’d
left me with the twin choices of either sitting in my car for the half hour or
sitting in the bar.
I decided on
the latter for no better reason than I needed a drink, it had been a trying day
and a good malt whisky would help me to relax.
I sank the
whisky, feeling the hot liquid burn its way to my stomach. I hadn’t eaten since
breakfast and felt my head go whoosh. Common sense should have told me to stop
there but I was angry with Charlie for standing me up, so I ordered another
glass.
I was half ways
down that glass when I realised that I was being stared at. I glanced in the
bar mirror and saw the man’s reflection. He was tall and dark, other than that
I could tell nothing of his description.
He smiled and I
looked away. The last thing I needed was to approach by a lounge lizard. The
stool next to mine moved and then he was sitting besides me.
“Hi, waiting
for somebody?” He asked in a deep, calm voice, it was the kind that used to
link radio programmes.
I made sure
that he could see my wedding ring by pushing my hand towards him. “My husband.”
“How late is he
now?”
“How do you
know he’s late?” I responded.
“Because I
wouldn’t leave a woman as attractive as you alone in a down town bar unless I’d
been detained.”
Detained was a
funny word to use, it was so old fashioned. The bit about the attractive woman
was just flattery but he’d been intuitive to figure out that Charlie had stood
me up.
I didn’t
answer, as I didn’t want to get dragged into a conversation with a total
stranger.
“The names
Travis Bell and you’d be…” He hung out the question for me to catch and like a
fool I did.
“Paula Wilson.”
“Nice to meet
you Paula Wilson, can I offer to freshen your glass?” Even as he spoke so
Travis signalled the bar keeper over. “What ever the ladies having for me and freshen her’s, please.”
I was about to
protest when another text message from Charlie arrived. It was very apologetic
but said that he’d been delayed again and that he would see me at home. By the
time I’d read the message, my glass was refilled.
“More
problems?” Travis
asked.
The look on my
face was my answer. I have a volatile personality and in the office, my mood
swings are famous.
“I have to go.”
“Finish your
drink first.” Travis said. He even rested his hand on mine and that deep, dark
voice smoothed my nerves.
I thought why
not. Charlie had let me down again and not just standing me up in a bar.
He never seemed to be around when I needed him, either in a bar or the bedroom.
I wouldn’t call myself a horny cow, but I enjoy fucking and just recently, Charlie
hadn’t served up my expected ration. In fact, I had to think to remember the
last time that he had fucked me.
So, a slightly
mad and slightly horny Paula Wilson found herself in an almost deserted bar,
being seduced by a total stranger and I meant seduced.
Travis had eyes
as deep and dark as his voice; they caught your attention and held it, whilst
his voice washed over your senses. He was very good, very, very good.
I could feel my
anger being smoothed away. I also sensed that Travis might sound like a
gentleman but that he wouldn’t act like one. Charlie was a gentleman,
almost too much of a gentleman. He actually asked if I wanted to fuck,
whether I wanted oral, his finger up my butt. Everything was done by agreement.
I just knew that Travis took what he wanted.
Suddenly his
hand was on my knee. It was like an electric shock that ripped through my body
and stopped my booze-fuelled musings. `You can’t leave yet.” He said.
“I can’t.” I
whispered back.
“No yet, I so want to fuck you.”
I was drowning,
a fish caught on a hook, an animal in a trap. However, you described it that
was me. I just stared, open mouthed into those hypnotic brown eyes.
Travis’s hand
moved higher up my leg, leaving the knee behind, he reached the hem of my
dress. I always wore business suites with tight skirts, but tonight I’d had
chance to call home on my way to the bar, so I was wearing a light weight,
summer dress that reached down almost to my knee’s. It was quite fifties in
style. I had a thing about the fifties after reading a fashion book on the
period. I’d always thought it dowdy but they had some pretty sexy clothing,
lots of stockings and frilly French knickers.
I caught his
wrist just as it passed beneath the hem. “What are you doing?" I squeaked.
We were in a public place, a bar for goodness sake. He couldn’t just feel me
up, not like this!
“I have to
touch you.” He said simply and pushed against my restraining hand. “Open your
legs more.”
I was still
opened mouthed, but my legs parted of their own volition and at the same time
my grip on his wrist weakened. Travis’s hand reached my stocking tops.
I had kept to
the fifties theme and was wearing hold up stockings and a pair of white satin
panties. Travis’s fingers were in that soft, warm space between my stocking and
my crotch. Despite myself, I leant backwards against the back of the stool,
until my ass was only just on the stool. I was offering myself to him.
“Good girl.”
Travis laughed softly.
I could feel
myself beginning to lubricate, just as I started to pant. I wondered where the
bar keeper was, but he was nowhere to be seen. A good job, this was bad enough
without having an audience.
He touched me,
the lightest of feather touches against the gusset of my pants. “Aah!” I
couldn’t help myself. “Aah!” when he touched me again. The pressure increased,
his finger traced a journey down the length of my slit. I lifted myself towards
him, trying to push him harder against me.
“You like that,
don’t you?” He whispered into my ear. “I think that you like having my fingers
against your little clitty? Tell me that you do?”
I didn’t want
to say anything of the sort, but he was so close that I could smell his
manliness, a raw maleness not diluted by aftershave or deodorant. I knew that
my lubrication was becoming a veritable torrent. I was hot, hot for Travis and
hot for his cock inside me.
“Tell me!” He
demanded.
“I like it!” I
whispered hoarsely.
The fingers
pushed against the leg elastic of my knickers and then he was inside them, his
fingers brushing through my damp pubes and across my portal. He had one finger
inside me before I realised, sinking knuckle deep into my sap. I whimpered and
very nearly came.
“Who’s begging
for it?” He suggested crudely, pressing his point by inserting another finger
inside me.
I had my head
back and my hips were beginning to move in unison with the fingers inside of
me.
“Tell me!” He
urged.
“I am.” I
yielded the words.
“You need to be
fucked, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I
yielded again.
“Glad you can
see things my way.” He laughed, withdrawing his fingers with the faintest of
sounds as my cunt gave up its prize. “Come on.” He had his arm about my waist
and scooped me to my feet. I wobbled on uncertain legs and he caught me. “T way.” He steered me through the almost deserted bar, had
the other few customers noticed what had passed between us? I had no chance to
find out.
He took me out
through the rear of the bar, trying each door as he passed, until one opened
and he propelled me into a darkened room.
A little fear
struck me. I was alone with a stranger and I doubted if anyone would hear me
scream. The light blinked on and I saw that we were in a small office come
stock room.
“Here.” Travis
lifted me bodily onto the table, clearing the surface with his hand. He was
standing between my open legs kissing my face and neck before planting a long,
salacious kiss on my lips.
I held back as
my mother had told me to do, big joke. I was snogging him back as hard and
erotically as I could manage. He was pawing at my tits and I wished I hadn’t
worn the dress, and that I’d worn my usual t-shirt and no bra combination.
Under the restraints of the dress, my nipples were hard and aching, but
stripping off was completely off the agenda.
The reinforced
bodice of the dress defeated Travis about the time my hand found his dick. It
felt long and hard, even through the confines of his trousers.
“Take it out.”
He ordered.
I was ready for
that and needed no second bidding. A few seconds later, a long hard hot and
thick dick was resting in my hand. I started to wank him, slowly at first and
then faster, suddenly confident that he wasn’t about to blow early.
Suddenly Travis
was spreading me across the table, his cock nuzzling against the damp gusset of
my knickers. I grunted and tried to push against him, ignoring the fact that my
knickers were a very real barrier. “Here.” In one movement my knickers were
removed, Travis took a step back, reached beneath my dress and pulled my pants
down, closed them into a ball and put them in his pocket.
He opened my
legs further, until my twat was utterly exposed, then I felt the head of his
cock pushing into me. I tried to push back but Travis’s hand was on my stomach
holding me down. Slowly, so slowly he entered me, inch by inch he swelled and
filled me; his hot shaft seemed to grow inside me, then with one push he was
there.
“Nice pussy.”
He laughed. “Good and tight.” The comments were lewd but I didn’t care. As he
started to move, slowly at first and then faster, all I could think of was the
climax I knew I’d receive. It would be huge; somehow, Travis was really ringing
my bell big time.
Travis’s pace
increased and soon his balls were slapping against my arse as my juices ran
like a river from my twat and down my arse crack. I felt stars explode in my
head, my tits and finally my cunt, my orgasm swept through me. I screamed.
“Ahahahahahah!” Shuddering, spewing my cum against Travis’s always moving cock
and balls.
Travis never
ever paused. He just kept on that same relentless pace, triggering a second and
then a third orgasm just as intense and messy as the first, then and only then
I felt his climax, that amazing powerful, controlled rhythm ceased, he jerked,
grunted and then emptied his balls inside me. It brought on another intense
orgasm that left me a wet rag.
Travis lent
across me and kissed me on the mouth. “Good fuck.” He breathed. “You are one
good fuck.” As he spoke, I could feel his deflated dick slide from inside me. I
gave it one last affection squeeze of my cunt walls.
Travis stood up
and dressed himself whilst I was still getting my wits together, you know that
old saying that a man’s orgasm last ten seconds and a woman’s ten minutes.
Well, that was how I felt, even now, cock less as I was, I could still feel
tiny eruptions in my body.
Slowly I
recovered, my breath returned and finally my senses, with the latter came my
decorum. I was still giving Travis a grandstand view of my used, abused cunt. I
sat up, realised that my wet patch was nearer to a lake, and pushed the dress
down to cover my body.
“My pants, can
I have my pants.” I asked.
Travis shook
his head and then actually pulled them from his pocket and sniffed the crotch.
“My trophy, a fuck as good as you are deserves to be remembered.” He returned
them to his pocket. “Besides, women always have a spare pair.”
I didn’t argue.
I needed the privacy of the ladies for an urgent hygiene exercise.
Travis pulled a
card from his wallet. “You’re such a good fuck that I’d like to see you again.
Here.” He handed me the business card. “Be there tomorrow at
I read the
address. It was wealth, filthy rich wealthy, but I was still being ordered to
attend for a fucking and I didn’t like that.
“I’ll be
working.” I said.
“Cancel.” He
said simply. “I want to see you naked and tomorrows the day.” At that he left
me, still dribbling male and female cum onto the desk.
I fled home as
soon I could risk leaving the restroom, threw my dress into the linen basket
and myself into the shower and stayed there until Charlie arrived home. I was
almost wrinkled but sure at last that every vestige of Travis has been washed
from my body.
The next day it
dawned on me that Travis had no idea how to find me, sure he know my name, but
what I did, where I lived, anything about me was a complete blank. With a
whoosh of relief I relaxed and decided to forget all about Travis’s plans for
the afternoon.
I forgot that
was until my secretary put a call through. “Mrs. Wilson, it’s a Travis Bell for
you, something about this afternoon’s appointment, only I don’t have his name
in your diary.”
I shook,
literally shock and for a moment lost control. “Who?” I stammered.
“Travis Bell.”
My secretary repeated. “Should I tell him that you’re not in?”
“Tell him I’m
busy!” I dropped rather than returned the phone to its cradle. He knew where I
worked. How? I hadn’t even said what I did much less where I did it.
Ten minutes
later, an e-mail appeared on my desktop. It was from Travis; with trembling
fingers, I clicked the open button.
Sorry, you’re
busy, I thought of leaving a message but thought that to say looking forwards to
our fuck session would be a bit obvious, and it has no style. So, I’m using
good old e-mail. I really enjoyed our fuck; you have one great pussy, nice and
tight, just how I like them. I’ve been thinking about and my dicks already good
and stiff so don’t be late.
Travis.
For a long time
I just sat there, oblivious of the phone calls, just staring at the message on
the screen. He was using one of the oldest tricks in the book, once hooked
don’t let them wriggle free. I’d done the same a score of times with new
accounts.
As the morning
went on I started to get flashbacks, vivid flashbacks of the events of the
previous evening. Travis introducing himself, the drinks, the fondling in the
bar and finally that small office, his dick, so hard in my hand and later my
cunt, that orgasm. I started to oil up and even debated a brief excursion to
the restroom.
I toyed once
more with not going round to his place but I knew that if I didn’t then he’d do
something, either call on me at work or worse still at home. I had to see him,
but I resolved to deny him my cunt.
I was there on
time; my business sense prevented me from being late. The address was a single
house, unusual in an area of flats, but this house hadn’t been converted. I
rang the gate bell and the intercom crackled into life.
“Yes?” The
voice was slightly distorted but was unmistakably Travis.
“It’s me, Paula
Wilson.”
“Whoopee!”
Travis’s voice sounded undeniably pleased.
The gate opened
and I drove my sports car up the twisted drive. The house proper was shielded
from the road and most of its neighbours by a ragged but high screen of trees
and I guessed that Travis could live a pretty sheltered life. I was also glad
that the tree’s hid the sports car. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about
being spotted.
The house
looked huge and I wondered just how many other people lived here.
As I slowed the
car to a halt I saw Travis appear in the doorway to the house. He was wearing
shorts an open shirt and canvas shoes. We were enjoying what Charlie called a
Travis greeted
me by swinging his arm around my waist and kissing my neck. I shied away but if
he noticed he showed no sign. In the sunlight I saw him properly for the first
time.
I had imagined
him to be about my age but now I saw he was older, the hair was just beginning
to be streaked with grey and tiny crows feet were developing in the corners of
his eyes. He was still a good looking guy just beginning to show his age, not
that that mattered as I wasn’t letting him fuck me. I was just here to explain
that last night had been an aberration.
“Been
thinking of you.” He
said and pointed to his shorts.
Despite myself
I looked. There was a very impressive bulge, I knew what was making it, last
night I’d had my fingers all round it.
“How
nice!” I retorted.
“You thought so
last night.” He smiled. “If I remember correctly, you couldn’t get enough, that’s
why you’re here now, to get yourself a second session.” He was almost gloating,
so cock sure confident was he.
He had steered
me into the house, out of the blinding sunlight and into the darker shadows of
the building. Sometime during our little walk his hand had brushed my arse.
Travis’s
familiarity was both disturbing and just, I realised, a little bit stimulating.
I had to say something and fast.
“I should warn
you…” I began just as Travis kissed me on the mouth.
“What,
that you can’t kiss?”
He teased. “Just need a little ‘education’”
I shuddered. I
knew that Travis’s idea of education wasn’t mine. “I have a meeting at three,
one I couldn’t cancel, even for you.”
He laughed
again. “Where? There are a dozen rooms, kitchen,
sitting room, library, games room, dining room, and the usual ‘function’ rooms.
Just where shall we start? I suppose we can christen each one in time, but
which is to be first, any preferences?”
I had been
steered, his hand still on my butt, from room to room, to end in the games
room. I guessed its function by the pool table in the centre.
“Here?” He
suggested. “You could bend over the table; get that pretty arse nice and high.
He guided me up to the table; my hands clutched the wooded edge.
“I can’t.” I
whispered. “I’m a happily married woman.”
“Who fucked
with a complete stranger within an hour of meeting him?” Travis laughed. “Bend
over and stretch your arms out. Jesus that arse looks good enough to eat.” I
felt his hands on my butt and then my skirt and knew he was pulling it high
enough to show off my knickers. “Beautiful, bet even your farts are perfumed.”
I felt his fingers hook into my leg elastic and fully expected him to haul down
my knickers. “You are wet Paula Wilson, now that’s a pretty name, but was does Charlie
call you, got a pet name for you, has he.” A finger passed across my clit,
circled and then came in for a second pass. I shuddered and lubricated a little
more. “Well Paula Wilson, what’s your pet name?” The finger touched the oily
walls of my cunt and just as last night slid in knuckle deep.
I groaned.
A second finger
joined the first and he began to finger fuck me. “Now Paula Wilson, what’s that
little pet name?”
“Mumbles.” I gasped as I danced to the tune his
fingers were paying on me.
“Mumbles
– alright why?” The
fingers just moved a little faster and a little deeper, just in case I was
thinking of not answering.
“Please…Charlie’s
say’s that I always mumble when we fuck.”
“Last night you
howled.” He laughed. “Ready to come yet.” He teased
me. He was standing between my parted legs, only my disturbed panties gave me
any decency, and then he moved them further to one side and I felt a finger
begin to press against my anus.
“Nooo!” I grunted and flapped ineffectually
with my arms. He knew this position. I couldn’t move, resist or escape. All I
could do was wait for his next move.”
“Yeees!” He laughed. “A little blob of that
delicious juice you are so eagerly producing and then, in my finger goes.” I
felt him smear something, I could guess what, around my asshole and then his
finger eased its way inside me.
It wasn’t the
first time a guy had fingered my back passage but it was the first time I’d had
no say in the event.
At the front
his fingers drove into me whilst his thumb rolled and pressed against my
clitoris. I could feel the moment approaching, I cried out, telling him what
was happening, telling him not to stop and then I crashed over the barrier, not
with a force of last night, but hard enough, hard enough to leave my legs
shaking. So that when he stepped back, removed his fingers and even readjusted
my clothing I didn’t dare move.
“Was that a
mumble?”
“No.” I gasped.
“Good, now
upstairs I think. You need to be shown the master bedroom.” He hauled me to my
feet. “This was Paula Wilson alias mumbles.” He grabbed my hand and I was
hauled through the house, up the stairs and into a palatial bedroom with a huge
double bed as a centrepiece.
Travis sat on
the edge of the bed. “I hope you know how to give head, because that’s what’s
next on the menu. I have to warn you that I will come in your mouth.” He lay
back and looked at the ceiling. “Come on Paula Wilson alias mumbles; get your
mouth into gear.” He rubbed himself. “Start by taking my shorts off and also
keep all your kit on, that doesn’t come off to much later.”
I dropped to my
knees before him, one tug and his shorts were coming down, and that huge prick
stood to its purple-headed attention. Last night that had been inside me,
bringing me to the biggest orgasm of my life, now I was supposed to swallow it
and what it would shoot.
It was as hard
and as hot as I remembered, the head seemed impossibly too big. I wrapped my
fingers around that impressive stalk and started to wank him.
“Nice try
mumbles but I can hold back for a very long time so do not even think of
jerking me off, your wrist will tire before I do. Now start.
I lost track of
time, my jaw, my neck and even my tongue began to ache, my knees, even through
the soft pile of the carpet throbbed.
“I want you to
swallow, get me good and deep.”
I groaned as I
tried. I was tired, fucking tired and hot, the house was warm and my business
suite to thick for a Californian summer. I was sweating; the beads rolling down
my face, whilst a contented looking Travis just watched my performance.
“Now!” He said suddenly and quite without
warning he began to come, shooting his stuff deep into my throat until I was
choking with the stuff and he was still spurting; only now it was dribbling out
of my mouth. I just couldn’t get his cock out of my mouth fast enough.
He did nothing
to help. Just lay there, jerking his cock into my mouth, fucking my head.
Finally I was
free, choking, coughing, and dribbling his come all over my clothes. He’d
planned that as well, now my clothes would carry his stain.
“Very
good mumbles. A
really game try, not the best head I’ve ever had but with practice…” He left
the sentence unfinished. He sat up and then stood up, towering over me, his
semi erect cock still in my face. “I’m tempted to say that as you made him soft
then you should make him hard again, but that would be unfair. Here.” He held
out his hand and pulled me to my feet.
Once again my
legs buckled and I slumped against him, his naked heat burnt through my
clothes. Travis rolled my jacket from my shoulders, letting it fall to the
floor, and then he unzipped my skirt, pushing it down over my hips.
He stepped back
and I almost feel.
“You look
sensation!” He murmured.
“I feel like
shit!” I replied.
“You can take a
shower later.” He ordered. “Now the next round.”
“I can’t.” I
gasped.
“You can, this
is one me.” He pushed me against the bed and I fell back. “You still wet
mumbles?” he said dropping between my open legs.
“Why don’t you
see for yourself?” I groaned.
“I intend to.”
I saw his head
dip between my legs and felt his lips against my thighs, kissing, sucking, and
nibbling at me until I was frantic. “Touch me you fucker!” I screamed. “Touch
me!”
“Where!”
“You know!” I
pleaded.
“Tell me,
mumbles, tell me.”
“My cunt, touch
my cunt.” I groaned. I even began to rub myself, pushing my now saturated
crotch up into my slit.
“Can I watch?”
He laughed.
“Please!” I
begged. “Touch me.”
“Like this?” He
asked and pressed his face to my crotch.
“Yes, yes.” I
cried, my hips were bucking uncontrollably.
“There’s
something in the way.” He teased. “Very wet, have you peed yourself?”
“Nooo! Its my pants,
you know that, take them off, please.”
“A lady
shouldn’t ask a man to remove her underwear.” Travis continued to tease.
I sat up and in
one frenzied struggle ripped off my top, bra and those sopping panties. I
flopped back onto the bed and drew my legs up until the heels of my feet rested
on the bed edge. I opened my legs as wide as I could.
“Beautiful.”
Travis whispered. “You have a beautiful cunt, and such fine pubes.”
He touched me,
ever so lightly and only on the edge of my pubic scrub and I squealed.
“You really are
on heat.” He laughed. “You really want my cock that bad?”
“Yeees!” I moaned. I can’t to this day explain
why I was so switched on and so very quickly, but I was. I knew it and so did
Travis; it was as if last night hadn’t ever finished. I was a bitch on heat.
He started to
rub his now erect cock across my slit. I was so wet and ready that if he’d have
wanted to, Travis could just have slipped that purple headed monster straight
up me. He didn’t, he just kept on teasing me, slipped his cock head across my
entry and then out again and again and again.
I was groaning
and swearing, really swearing. “Fuck me you bastard, stop teasing me, just
fuckin’ put it in…go on you arse lover, fuck me!” I screamed and then all of a
sudden he did.
One moment he
was teasing and the next he was up to my cervix, his balls against my arse
cheeks. I came, suddenly and nosily, my legs spread, my head back. I erupted,
spraying my juices against him, hips jerking I squeezed his cock between my
cunt walls. He filled me, right up to the rim, stretching me with each thrust. I
kept coming and coming, the waves of my climax following each other as
relentless as the ocean against a beach.
Travis never
even slowed his beat, even when he flipped me onto my belly; it was done
without missing a thrust. I had my head buried in his pillows and my arse
pointing to the ceiling. A finger drilled itself into my rectum, triggering
another climax. I was hardly breathing and no longer thrusting back at him.
I had no idea
how long he’d been fucking me, but I was exhausted. I lifted my head just long
enough to speak.
“Please…I can’t
take any more…please.” I begged.
I never
expected him to stop, but he did and slowly pulled himself from me. I collapsed
in a heap, oblivious of my position. I was barely conscious of Travis laying
besides me, his dick still hard, pressed into my back. He stroked me, not my
heated sex parts, but just my shoulders and back. It was like a long, slow,
soft massage and I drifted away.
“Take a
shower.” Travis shook me. “It’ll freshen you up.”
“What!” I
jerked awake. “Where? Who?” I
stared at the ceiling, blinking then Travis came into focus. I remembered and
covering my eyes, groaned. The memories came crashing back.
“Take a
shower.” He repeated. “It’s just through there.”
I moved,
covering myself, as if he hadn’t seen everything I had already. I stayed in
then shower for ages, washing away the dried evidence of my passion, of my
desertion of my married vows. I had come here to tell Travis it was over and
he’d just ignored me, just took me.
“You
alright?” Travis
banged on the shower room door startling me.
“Yes, yes, I’ll
be right out.”
There was one
of those huge, cotton bathrobes, the kind that hotels always provide. It
covered me almost to my feet and I was grateful to be hidden. I was feeling
very naked. It was one thing to be undressed with my husband, that was natural
and normal, but with Travis, nudity was an altogether coarser prospect.
He was standing
in an open French window, a glass of wine in one hand. He’d stepped back into a
pair of shorts but was otherwise as naked as before. “Out here!” It wasn’t a
suggestion, almost a command and I stopped, my pride was hurting and being
ordered about made me angry.
Travis saw
this. “I have a bottle of wine and another glass, and the view of the city is
excellent.” He stepped out onto a balcony and I followed. He wasn’t lying. On a
small table was an excellent bottle of chardonnay. I am no wine buff but Charlie
was. It was a wine we’d had on our last wedding anniversary. There were two
loungers and he was right, the view was excellent.
“What time is
it?” I asked, sipping at the wine. It was perfect. Travis had taste, he might
have been a depraved bastard but he was a depraved bastard with taste.
“Mid
afternoon, maybe later.
I don’t bother with time, not exact time.”
“I have to be
leaving.”
“NO!” It was
the first time that Travis had raised his voice and it shocked me. “There is no
need for you leave.”
“I have a job
and my husband will be expecting me.” I retorted.
“Yes you have both
but for the next forty eight hours you have neither.” Travis chuckled and held
up my mobile. “Ring your office, you’ll find that you arranged to take a couple
of days off. At least that’s what your senior partner told your secretary. Mrs Paula Wilson has decided to have a
couple of days in the mountains, so cancel all her appoints for the rest of the
week.”
“I don’t
believe you!”
“Here, it’s
ringing.” He offered me my own phone and I could already hear my secretary’s
voice. “Mrs. Wilson, I wasn’t expecting to hear from you. Mr Pemberton said you
were having a short break, is there anything I can do?”
“Just checking
you knew.” I excused myself and hung up. “How?” I
demanded to know.
“A
phone call to an old friend with a small debt to repay.” He said smugly.
“Pemberton!” He was a hard bastard. I couldn’t see
him owing a favour to anyone.
“It would be
churlish of me to confirm that.”
“Charlie will
be expecting me!”
“Charlie is
about twenty thousand feet overhead, on his was to his European office. He’ll
be there for forty eight hours maybe seventy two, which depends on how pleased
I am with you.”
“Another
debt?”
“Just
a small one.” He
laughed. “You catch on quickly.”
“I’m not
staying here!”
“Come here.” He
patted his knee.
“No!”
“Don’t argue
mumbles. Just about now that cute little twat of yours is starting to get wet
again. True?”
“Certainly
not!”
“You want to be
fucked again, that’s why you came round, to relive the experience of last
night. Admit a basic fact; I have given you the best twenty fours hours of
fucking in your life.”
“I’m a happily
married woman, not some bar room slut!” I snapped.
Travis laughed.
“Last night it took me less than an hour to get inside your knickers. We had
never met before, we hardly spoke and yet you were begging for it. Isn’t that
right Mrs. Paula Wilson? I don’t care about your husband, how often he fucks
you, whether you come or not. I don’t care. I do know that right now you can’t
get enough of my dick, now be a good little girl and come to Travis.” He even
held out his hand.
“Dam you!” I snarled
but I put my glass down and climbed to my feet. “My husbands journey…” I began.
“Sit here!” he
patted his thighs. “Then you can ring his office, if you doubt my word.”
He made me sit
across his thighs, with my legs dangling either side of the loungers’ edge. It
wasn’t exactly uncomfortable but it was very revealing, if not for the bath
robe I would have been sitting spread legged with his dick pressing against my
buttocks.
Travis slid his
hand between my open legs and into my inner core. I flinched when he touched
me, not through pain but because that now he would know the truth. Travis
withdrew his fingers and slowly licked them. “Wet and tasty.”
He smiled in triumph. “I was right, now why didn’t you admit it?”
“I’m a happily
married woman; I don’t feel that way for anyone other than my husband.” I
answered defiantly. I was beginning to tingle and my twat still believed that
his finger was inside me.
Travis returned
his fingers to my cunt, easing two fingers inside me that he started to gently
finger fuck with. Slowly and instinctively I began to respond, moving my hips
to match his movement. “Now Mrs Paula Wilson, admit that you like what I’m
doing!”
“All
right! I admit it!”
“Say it.”
“I like it.
What else can I say?” I snapped back.
“The
truth.” He said
quietly. With his free hand he unfastened the bathrobe and pushed it off my
shoulders, it fell in a circle about my hips, exposing my tits to his
examination. “Nice jugs.” He stroked them, rubbing his fingers across each
risen nipple, until they were as rigid as his cock.
By now my eyes
were shut and I was rocking hard against his fingers, trying to rub my hungry
clitoris against him. I was grunting, an incoherent, primitive sound and then
abruptly, almost savagely I was climaxing, collapsing against Travis as he
milked me, drawing my cum juices from me to cover his
fingers.
I just lay
there, spent, as finger by finger he raised his gloo soaked digits to my face
before slowly sucking them clean.
“You taste
good.” He laughed. “And you are very
generous, very generous!” He laughed again. “Here, make your call.” He
thrust my mobile into my hand.
Where had he
got that from? Confused I straightened and then stood on wobbly legs, moving
away from Travis before I made the call. I didn’t want him hearing my
conversation. I pulled the bathrobe back into place as I reached the balcony
and stared out absently as I made the call.
I had Charlie’s
direct line and so went straight through to his PA. “It’s Paula Wilson, I was
wondering…” I began and then stopped as Travis came and stood behind me. Even
through the thick bathrobe I felt his strong, confident hands on my buttocks,
then he lifted the bathrobe and those hands were resting on my naked arse.
Charlie’s PA
was talking back. “Mr’s
“Ohh!” I didn’t mean to moan but when Travis’s
dick began to push between my legs I couldn’t help myself. I even spread my
legs to make it easier for him.
“Mr’s
“What? Yes,
yes. I’m fine…” I stopped again as Travis now began rolling the bathrobe from
my shoulders, soon I was butt naked, on a balcony overlooking the city and
trying to hold a conversation with my husbands PA whilst Travis ever so slowly
slid his dick deep inside me.
I did nothing
to stop him, I helped him, and bracing myself against the balcony I pushed
back, hurrying that thick monster deep into my ever eager twat.
Charlie’s PA
continued her tale as I tried to listen and at the same time, savour the
sensations already rippling through my body as a result of Travis’s fucking of
me. I groan and pretended that I was agreeing with her. I wanted to hang up but
each time I tried Travis would hammer his cock into me. I’d squeal, trying to
muffle the sound by pressing the mobile against my quivering body.
The message was
obvious, Travis would only let me hang up when he was ready and I knew that
would only be after my noisy and very
obvious orgasm.
The orgasms
started just gentle ripples to begin with, but each built on its predecessor. I
forgot all about Charlie’s PA, her banal chatter now grated against my need to relish my orgasms, to actually participate in them and not be a
whimpering, rag doll on the end of Travis’s dick.
I turned and
mouthed my pleas, please let me hang up,
please! I begged. Travis just grinned and for a bleak moment I thought that
he would reject my entreaty. Then he smiled and nodded. I was free of her in a
flash, my mobile discarded I was screaming at him. “Finish, come you bastard,
come!”
So he did and
it was like hot liquid being shot into my greedy, gorging quim. It brought me
to another shuddering orgasm and he just carried on, filling my cunt until his
spunk was dribbling down my legs.
I collapsed, my
trembling legs no longer had the strength the hold me upright. As I fell Travis
stepped away and so casually picked up his shorts and stepped back into them,
then he cast the bathrobe towards me.
“Go and get yourself presentable, its meal time.”
I showered
(again) and then dressed, conscious that I only had my business suite. Travis
was in the kitchen, finishing a salad and cold meat buffet. “Help yourself.” He
said, gesturing towards the pile of food. “Then go and collect some clothes,
you can’t wear the same ones all weekend.”
“I might not
return?”
“Of course you
will!” He snorted.
He was right. I
collected my things and returned shame faced to his mansion. He greeted me as
before, in the doorway, claiming my body almost before I’d past the threshold.
I didn’t resist.
Later we
moulded our bodies together, clinging to each other, our passion spent for the
moment. Once more Travis hadn’t used any protection and I could feel the result
beginning to escape my cunt.
“I need the
bathroom.” I said, twisting away from him.
“Do you take a
contraceptive?” He asked, grabbing my wrist to detain me.
“No!” I
whispered.
“Well Mrs. Paula
Wilson you can relax, I may fire gallons but its all blank, no chance of tiny
Travis’s.”
I stared at
him, bemused and unsure if I believed him or not. In a way it didn’t matter, if
I missed my next period then he was the reason.
“I was tested
years ago, when my then wife became worried I wasn’t making her pregnant, we
tried hard enough. I produce no sperm, makes me almost unique. So go and
cleanse yourself, but stop worrying.”
I still
worried, but that lasted until he started on me again and then I was soaking at
the end of the first kiss. It stayed like that. I didn’t love him or even like
him but I was crazy for his cock. Even when Charlie rang I made no objection
when Travis shagged me again. He could have me whenever and however he wanted.
I stayed the
weekend, lost track of the number of times we shagged or how often I came. I no
longer cared. I just wanted to fuck with him again and again, so when it came
time for me to leave I was sad, and Travis knew it.
“Next week,
you’ll have an out of town meeting, just one night, be here by five.” He handed
me a plain card with a hotel name on. “I’ll see you there. Okay.”
I almost cried.
Of course it was okay.