Gillian Depraved

Gillian went up to shower and dress. Her old school friend, Lucy, was arriving at 10. Gill thought about how different they were. Lucy took risks. She flirted outrageously, and brought energy and surprise wherever she went. She had been the first in their class to lose her virginity. Gill was looking forward to seeing her. It was over three years since Lucy gone to uni.

Gill dropped her dressing gown on the bedroom floor and walked naked to the shower. She enjoyed these moments of privacy after her husband had gone to work. She turned the water on full and waited until it steamed before stepping under it.

She and Lucy were unlikely friends, Gill remembered, as the water sluiced between her breasts. Teachers had remarked on the friendship and warned her to be careful. She had been the good one, well behaved and respectful. She was form captain. She was better looking than Lucy, according to most of the girls in their class. She was taller. She remembered proudly how her dance teacher called her "statuesque". She turned in the shower and felt the pleasure of the water on her back and buttocks.

And she was more athletic than Lucy - she won the 200 metres freestyle in the final year swimming. She was runner up in the girls' tennis final. But she couldn't let herself go like Lucy did, she knew. She was restrained, cautious in her relationships and cautious with sex.

She lingered in the shower and sponged herself down with the perfumed French soap she kept for special occasions. But life was good, she thought. Her husband, Robert, was a warm and considerate lover. They enjoyed each other. His business was doing well. She had fallen in love quickly and wanted to marry and have children, even though she was a straight A student with great career options.

She soaped her pussy and realised she was getting moist. She stopped, rinsed herself off and stepped from the shower. She admired her body in the long bedroom mirror. At 21, she was in her prime. Robert worshipped her. He loved her full breasts with their big sensitive nipples. She cupped them to show the cleavage and then turned to look at her bum. It was firm, tanned from nude sunbathing in the secluded garden. She felt secretly pleased that she had not yet become pregnant, and that her body was still so trim, even though they had been trying for a child for a while now. She knew that Robert was beginning to worry, because he had mentioned it to the local priest, but she felt confident that she would fall pregnant when she was ready.

She sifted through her clothes. It was the wardrobe of a respectable businessman's wife, elegant and sophisticated. But she wanted to show Lucy she could be more exciting than the conservative dresses and suits ranged in front of her.

She chose a white cotton wrap-over dress she had bought on impulse and never worn. It was too provocative. It clung closely to her curves, it was partially see-through and the neckline was low. But it would show Lucy that she could show herself off, too. She chose white lace-trimmed panties and decided against a bra. Her breasts were quite full but they were firm. It would be adventurous to go without a brassiere. She felt the thrill of it, and thought that Lucy must often feel this way. She chose high heeled white sandals to finish and admired the final effect in the mirror.

The door chimes startled her out of her reverie. Lucy had grown up. She was tanned and fit, and very beautiful. There was a dangerous sparkle in her eyes. Her summer dress was elegant and sexy, and her chestnut hair was cut in a simple bob that made her look business-like and professional. She wore pearls! So refined, Gill thought. Instead of becoming more outrageous, she had developed into a sophisticated woman.

Lucy wanted to visit an art exhibition in one of the small galleries, and she suggested they could have lunch in one of the local restaurants afterwards, but first she wanted to look at some jewellery in the small collectors shops off Oxford Street.

Eyes followed them everywhere, and it reminded Gill of when they were friends at school, with younger boys yearning after them. Gill found men staring at her breasts, naked under the thin cotton, and her nipples were erect for much of the journey on the underground. The low cut top left much of her breasts exposed, especially from a side view. Several men looked obviously, some leered, and others sneaked glances. It was not the kind of attention she was used to, and she found herself feeling excited and often blushing.

The arcade was packed with small independent shops selling jewellery and watches. Lucy tugged at Gill's arm and led her into a shop with vintage watches on display. She asked the shop owner if she could try on a Cartier displayed in the window. He was a short, overweight man in his 50's. He was very polite and nothing was too much trouble for him. Lucy leaned forward to reveal her cleavage, and touched his thick, hairy arm when he in turn complemented her. She tried on several watches and soon they were all spread out on the counter. Lucy tried one, then another, comparing them in the mirror and asking Gill and the owner for his opinion.

Gill was astonished by what happened next. She saw Lucy's hand move very quickly to drop one of the watches into the deep side pocket of her dress. Lucy was laughing and leaning in close to the man, so her movement was hidden from his view. Then she wrapped up quickly. She had decided, she said. She would go to the bank to withdraw cash for a larger discount, and would be back quickly. She tugged Gill's arm again.

"Let's go," she urged, making out that her hurry was excitement to get money to buy the watch. She walked fast in a straight line towards the exit of the arcade and Gill was striding to keep pace. She was just about to reach the street when a tall man in a suit, touching an earpiece, stepped in front of them. Lucy turned.

"We'll go the other way," she said. She turned a corner and then handed Gill the watch. Hold this for me. Gill started to object.

"I don't want to be..."

"Just do it," she commanded, "you'll be fine."

She walked ahead so quickly that Gill had no choice but to put the watch in her bag or leave it there on the paving. She turned the corner to see Lucy being held firmly by the security guard, now speaking into his mouthpiece.

"If you would come this way ladies," He was very polite, and he waited for Gill. He was not going to let her go.

They were led quickly back to the shop, and through to a back office. The shop owner wore a very different expression now. There was anger in his eyes, no trace of a smile on his face, no salesman's charm. Gill could see a film of sweat on his dark, oily skin. The guard stood behind them.

"Would you return the watch please?" He looked at both of them, not knowing who held it. There was an uncomfortable silence. "If you wish, I'll call the police now", he said. Gill reached into her bag and put the Rolex on the leather topped desk. Her heart was pounding but she was sure that Lucy was going to step forward and take responsibility.

"Could I see some identification please?"

Lucy said nothing. And out of loyalty, Gill did not want to betray her and say that she herself had done nothing.

"There has obviously been an awful mistake," said Gill. "We can pay for it immediately, if that would be acceptable to you."

"Please let me see identification?" The man just ignored her.

The guard said, "Will do," on the phone behind her and escorted Lucy from the room.

"I will call the police if you do not cooperate. We take a very dim view of thieves here. We prosecute. Many of us struggle to survive in the current climate. We do not like thieves. Please do not make me ask for identification again."

Gill felt a sense of dread as she produced her credit card and driving licence.

"Take a seat," he said. She looked around the cramped space. He had tried to create the impression of a traditional office, with the leather topped desk, leather chairs. A vintage leather armchair in the corner. There were prints of oil paintings on the walls. She recognised a Stubbs horse, Monet's Water Lilies, a print of Mt St Victoire by Cezanne. There was no window.

He was going bald, she noticed, while he bent forward copying details from her cards. Thin black hair was combed over from a side parting and stuck down on his shiny scalp. His cheeks were fatty and his lips thick and red. She noticed his thick fingers writing busily, the black hairs on his knuckles and the backs of his hands. She wanted just to pay for the watch and go.

"I'm so terribly sorry. It really is a mistake. Is there any way I can make this right?" she said. Then she noticed the leer in his expression when he looked up. She realised the implication of what she had said, and the impression her dress must make. He must think she was like Lucy. His eyes roamed lecherously over her body, stopping on her breasts.

His look seemed to bore through the thin material of the dress. She could feel her nipples swelling and she willed them to stop. He noticed them jutting through the thin cotton, and looked her in the eyes, signalling that he could see her body was excited. His eyes moved up and down her long bare legs. She shifted in her seat and tried to pull the dress down further to cover her thighs. She felt trapped in the small office. The air was musty and warm and damp and she felt cut off from the outside world. She shuffled uncomfortably.

But she did not object. She knew that if it went to court and she was cleared, the damage would be done. Her reputation would be destroyed and it would affect her husband's reputation and his business. He would be so ashamed of her. She did not want the police being called. She let the jeweller leer at her.

"So, what are you prepared to do?" He leaned back in the reclining chair.

Gillian bit her lip. It was obvious what he meant, but she didn't know how to answer. She could hardly believe what was happening, let alone say anything suggestive. It was against her nature to make innuendos or flirt so obviously. Even with her husband, she didn't speak much or "talk dirty". She had always wanted their sex to be loving.

He got up out of his chair and walked towards her on his short legs. She could feel herself trembling. His waistcoat was buttoned and hid the huge belly behind the grey pinstripe. She could feel his presence as he moved behind her and she heard the key turn in the lock of the door. And then she felt his hands on her shoulders. They moved down over her shoulders pushing inside the white cotton dress. She noticed the black hair on his skin. She could smell his cologne.

The thick fingers reached down around her breasts and freed them from the dress. Her full breasts and swollen nipples were pulled out and put on view for him. Her body became excited and she could feel the nipples pulsing, aching for a touch like they did when her husband caressed her.

She felt his fingers reach up over the swollen nipples and squeeze them lightly and she couldn't hold back the rush of breath that escaped. Her pussy was tingling and she knew she was getting wet. She wanted to cry. She wished her breasts were not so sensitive. She wanted to whole torment to stop, and she wished she had never agreed to meet Lucy. The man's hands cupped and squeezed her breasts. Again she breathed heavily with the pleasure. He rubbed his palms gently over the nipples, then squeezed the breasts again. She was surprised by his skill. Soon her lips were parted, her eyes closed and she was panting.

He was going to make her suffer, he decided. He saw a spoiled, rich girl from the suburbs, who had never had to work. She had come to steal from him for fun. He thought of his ex-wife and the children he worked to support, the struggle to borrow money to set up the shop. And then when it was finally a success, the divorce and the loss of everything.

He went back to sit in his chair, He sat there looking at her with her tits out, her face flushed, her breathing rapid. Not so proud now, he thought. He ordered her to leave her breasts exposed when she moved to cover them up. He enjoyed the power he had over her. He let his eyes rest on the big swollen nipples. He could see her breasts heaving as her breath fluctuated. It became short with excitement and distress, then deeper as she attempted control it.

"Open you legs, and pull the dress up." He watched as she obeyed. She pulled up the hem to show the sheer panties she had chosen that morning, and moved her legs apart. Her lovely pussy was revealed. It bulged up under the fine white cotton and filled out the panties. The sheer material hardly concealed it and he could clearly see her swollen pussy lips. There was a damp patch on the material between her legs. He grinned.

"Lean back. Open them wide. Push the material into your pussy. I want to see it get wet with your pussy juice."

No-one had ever spoken to her like that. She was burning now. Her breath becoming shorter. When her hand cupped her pussy, she could feel how wet it was and her cheeks burned with shame. She pulled be material up against her pussy and she could not help grinding her thighs together because the sensations were so strong.

"That's right," he sneered, "enjoy it." He watched as she applied pressure with her cupped hand. She closed her eyes. She could not look at him. "Now take your hand away. I want to see them really wet with your pussy juice."

She felt the redness in her face, her moistness on her fingers. She could smell herself. She looked to the side. She did not want to be seen.

"You like this, don't you?"

She said nothing. She turned to look at him and her eyes pleaded with him to stop.

"Come over here and stand in front of me," he commanded.

It was obvious that he wanted her breasts exposed, so she walked over to him with them hanging out. She felt blatant and lascivious. The fold-over dress pushed them together slightly. He opened his legs and gestured with his hand to come closer until her legs pressed against the insides of his fat thighs.

Then he leaned forward in his chair and put his fat lips to her left nipple. She drew back quickly.

"Get back here," he commanded. He was not joking. She moved forward again and watched helplessly as the fat lips moved up to her nipple again and began sucking it.

He sucked her nipple with surprising tenderness and then increased the pressure of the sucking and opened his mouth wider, to fit in the whole of her large areola, and then he sucked in some of her breast. She could feel his tongue working on the nipple in his mouth.

She felt electric shocks travelling through her body. Her pussy was pulsing and she was panting. She wanted to cry. He moved his lips to her other breast and repeated the treatment, leaving her other swollen nipple covered in his saliva. This time he sucked harder. He pushed both breasts up with his thick hands and pressed them together and squeezed as he sucked. Now he was sucking hard enough to leave marks. It was slightly painful and unbelievably pleasurable.

Gill felt her knees and legs weakening and trembling. She couldn't help grinding her thighs together. He moved his mouth from one breast to the other. He sucked her nipples until they were bursting and squeezed and tweaked them mercilessly and expertly with his thick fingers. He swapped sides quickly, and sucked harder.

She put her hands down on his head to steady herself from collapsing on the floor. She was convulsing now and she knew an orgasm was approaching but there was nothing she could do to stop it. He pussy throbbed. The torment continued. He pulled his away watch her face as he squeezed the breasts up and pulled on both of the nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. She threw her head back and cried out as she came.

He looked at her trembling distressed figure standing before him. Her lovely tits were covered in his spit and they were swollen and red around the nipples.

"Sit in the chair," he growled. He stood up and kicked off his trousers. He was lost in lust just as she was.

"Pants off. Legs over the armrests."

"You can't fuck me," she said, "We're trying for a family." She was surprised at the way she spoke.

He pushed her back in the chair. He pulled off her wet panties and held them to his nose, then lifted her long legs over the armrests so that she was exposed.

She let out a whimper as her pussy lips opened up in front of him. She felt open and vulnerable and horny. She wanted him to see her pussy.

He got down between her legs and put his fat lips to her. She was oozing juices. He spread his big hands over her breasts again and kneaded them while his tongue licked up and down the length of her pussy and teased her swollen clit. He pushed his tongue deep into her pussy and slurped up the juice crudely, in a way Robert would never have done.

"It's a lovely sweet pussy, he groaned," and he put his lips on the clit and delicately massaged it. Sucking and nibbling gently and rhythmically, the way he had learned in the years of marriage before his wife took off.

One of his hands dropped down and she felt his thick thumb as it penetrated deep into her pussy and churned around inside her, while the forefinger pushed against her tight and virgin ass. She was not used to being touched there. Suddenly she was coming again. She let out a huge moan.

"Oh God," she cried, "Oh God," as her body heaved and convulsed against him, grinding her pussy into his face and covering it in her juices.

He stood in front of her.

"Now take out my cock."

Gill was dizzy. She was dimly aware that all her concentration was in this poky office and that her head was full of sex. She unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned the trousers. When she felt his cock through his jockey shorts she was stunned by its size. It was much bigger than Robert's. She pulled the shorts down over it and she couldn't take her eyes of it. It was huge. Twice as fat as Robert's and not fully erect yet. The head was bulging out of the foreskin.

"That's it. Now suck it. Take it in your mouth." He could see that she was disgusted as well as excited. He was going to enjoy this. She held it carefully between her thumb and forefinger and lifted it towards her lips.

"Stop messing about. Get your hand round it. Put it in your mouth. All of it. I want to see you suck my cock."

Robert had never spoken to her so crudely. It turned her on, despite her wish that it didn't. She took hold of the fat cock and put it in her mouth and moved her head up and down on it the way Robert had shown her. It grew in her mouth. She could just get her lips round the huge purple red knob.

"Now take it out and look at it. Kiss it all over."

Again she obeyed. She could feel the smell of it invading her nostrils. She could see the big swollen veins down its length. The hole at the tip of it. It curved upwards and to the side. She felt disgust and fascination at the same time. She was wildly excited and she wanted it back in her mouth, in her pussy. Her lips had become extraordinarily sensitive. She was nearly crying.

"Suck it," the order came, and she felt his hand at the back of her head forcing her down on it. It was only a third of the way in before it made her gag at the back of her throat. He pushed her head down until it couldn't go any further. She couldn't breathe but he still held her head.

When he allowed her up for air she spluttered. A mouthful of saliva spilled down her breasts onto her lap and thighs. He rubbed the cock over her face.

"Suck my balls," he said. She managed to get one of his big testicles in her mouth and she heard him groan with pleasure. He jerked his cock in her face while she sucked on his balls.