Clare's Story Ch. 06

When we dance, every woman I see increases my urge. I order another bottle from one if the gorgeous hostesses. "We can't afford too much to put towards this." Becky says a little embarrassed. "Don't worry. Let me treat you both." She smiles and puts an arm around me. "Looks like Kate's pulled." I say nodding to the dance floor.

Kates got her tongue down the throat of another young lady. They look the same age. They have their hands all over each other.

"I need to spend a penny." Becky says. She leaves me for the toilet.

I return to our booth to sip my drink. I check out a group of girls dancing near me. One of them glances at ne and smiles. I see a glint in her eye. Her legs are long, she's got a nice arse, and she's wearing heels.

I'm interrupted and break from checking her out as Teri comes over and smiles at me. "I'm really sorry, it appears that we have'nt opened a tab or charged you yet. Would you like to open a tab?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Yes please." I reach for my purse from under my jacket and take my Amex out. Teri notices. "I'm afraid the card reader battery has run out and I need to take this at the bar. Would you come with me. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

"Not at all." I say and get down from the booth seat. I realise that my skirt had ridden up and everyone could probably have seen my thong. I straighten my skirt.

She holds my hand and takes me to a small office behind the bar. She unlocks the door and holds it open for me to walk through. She follows me in and the door closes behind us.

"So, what's your name?" Teri asks. "I'm Clare." I flash her a smile and watch as Teri takes her jacket off. She is wearing a basque. It looks sexy, my fanny twitches, I can see her tits are squashed into her chest. She perches herself on her desk looking me over. I feel awkward, and turned on.

She walks over to me. "Do you mind if I kiss you?" She looks at me, moves into me, and puts her leg between my legs. I'd say I don't know why I lean forward and kiss her, but I bloody well do. I've succumbed to my carnal urges. Her mouth is soft and wet. It tastes of cocktails, whiskey maybe.

Her hands hold my waist. We kiss for a short while, I put my arms over her shoulders. Her lipstick sticks against mine, our tongues dance together, entwining and stroking.

She pulls up my skirt as she feels my arse cheeks, she strokes before her fingers move round the string fabric of my thong and down by my now sodden cunt.

I drop a little, opening my legs wider, inviting her to do something. I feel her fingers stroke my twat. I exhale in the pure relief that I'm finally getting to release a little pent up frustration.

She pulls away. "Fuck!" She exclaims, she rips my pants down and drops to her knees. "My god, that's fucking sexy." She stares at my pussy, the perfect slit. Her fingers stroke it, tentatively playing with it. She leans forward and kisses it. I can feel it dribbling, it's wet and wants to be fucked.

There's no way back now. I need to be fucked. As soon as I thought about sex this evening, I just couldn't get it out of my mind. I grab her head and jam it between my open legs. Her hands run up and down my ultra smooth waxed legs, her tongue runs down the slit of my cunt. I feel her delve deeper and lap at my juices. I lower myself further eagerly onto her face. My back leans against the cold office wall for support as I bend a knee over her shoulder.

My hips gyrate, grinding my cunt into her face as I purr softly to her tongue fucking my wet hole. Her right hand releases its grip on my thigh and I feel her concentrate her oral efforts on my clit. Her fingers pry at my hole.

She sucks well, and licks graciously, her fingers, two of which are now working their magic, are delving and screwing their way inside my fanny. My moaning becomes louder as she licks, sucks and fucks.

I can feel my wetness, I can hear her licking and the sloppy moisture caused by her fingers pumping into me. I start bucking against her hand. I reach out to try and take hold of something before I lose my balance, "Don't stop, keep going!" I pant.

I close my eyes and imagine its my girlfriend eating me out. She's amazing, her hand expertly pumps at my hole, hard and ferociously, her licking is unrelenting. I gasp as I cum on her pretty face.

She looks up at me and smiles. She stands and kisses me, I take her face in my hands and lick my juices from her savouring it all. Her kisses are smooth, and greasy now, I taste my musk and I enjoy the flavour.

I start to feel a buzz, of guilt, panic is setting in. I should not be doing this. I love Helen, and I've let myself be fucked by this random woman in a club.

I want more, however. I kick off my thong and bend over the desk hitching up my skirt. "Fuck me." I demand. She kneels behind me and reaches between my legs, her fingers once again find my wet and juicy cunt. She runs her nails over my butt, and playfully slaps it. Her fingers drive me wild sliding in and out of me.

She wipes my slime up my clit and presses hard, before moving back to my pussy. I feel it stretch as she screws the ends of her fingers and thumb within.

It shocks me a little. I wasn't anticipating being fisted, but I'll gladly comply. My hole is resisting, but she screws her hand round. Her other hand is balancing on my arse, offering occasional assistance to the access she requires.

On occasion her fingers dig into my arse crack, I appreciate the scrapes and touches against my arsehole.

I pant as her hand inches into my pussy. I squirm and fidget, trying not to move too much. It hurts, I can't seem to relax, I'm too tense but once she's in, I know the pure bliss that I'll feel.

I grip the edge of the desk and close my eyes. Times passing as I bite my lip and squeal lightly. I feel her gently forcing her hand into me and spitting to help lube it. I relax and feel a sudden ping as her hand glides into me. I screech at the feeling of her entry.

"Good girl, you dirty slut." She says, she holds her hand in me. We both pause for a moment. The slightest movement sends thrills through me. I make noises with each shift of her hand, or twitch of her fingers.

Her hand balls into a fist inside me. She twists it gently and slowly. "Oh fuck." I mumble on my breath. It's exhilarating and fulfilling. She lightly pumps her hand in my cunt. Each tap against me send spasms throughout my body.

I wanted to be fucked, and now I am truly getting it. Her free hand kneeds my bare arse. She kisses and licks the back of my legs and the crack of my arse, sending even more pleasure through me. My senses are in delirium, I hug the desk, holding on for dear life.

Her free hand plays with my waist, stroking and holding me, occasionally her grip changes to allow her fingers to play and finger my arse.

Her hand in my pussy stirs and adjusts inside me, her fingers jolt and her wrist pivots. I'm filled with ecstasy and relaxed completely. Her kisses prevail, her pleasuring of me persists. My sensations are heightened to the feelings of ultimate elation.

Its slow slutty sex, over a drab office desk. This is what I like. Being fucked by a woman I've hardly exchanged words with, I had'nt known of her until 3 hours ago when she showed me and my friends to our booth. She now has her fist firmly inside me.

Being completely loosened her hand moves backwards and forwards, my hole grips her wrist, my insides tremble at each encounter of her bufferings. I groan, and hold steady, I'm ready to cum, the feeling of my orgasm is overwhelming. She senses my enthusiasm, and pumps harder into me.

I cry out as I'm tipped over the edge. I'm exhausted and tired, I lay there quietly as she slowly and gently withdraws herself from me. I rest as she takes a bar towel from her desk and wipes her hand down.

Pushing myself up I regain my composure and pull my skirt down. My cunt feels fucked and I feel like I've seen the stars. I sit on her desk for a moment and pull her into me. We kiss and I hold her.

Her hands explore me, she finds the zip for my dress and undoes me. It loosens freeing my tits. She sucks at them and kisses my nipples. I hold her head, stroking and playing with her hair.

I love being an object for girls to fawn over. Offering myself for their pleasure. Ultimately it's my own desires being fulfilled, of being wanted and loved.

Her hand slides down my stomach, my dress slips down with it. Pretty soon I'm naked.

"Fancy a strapon?" She offers. It's not really an offer, it's a statement. I undo her belt buckle and unclip the top of her trousers and unzip her flies. She tugs down her slacks and steps from the pool of fabric on the floor

She's wearing a harness and walks round to the desk drawers, she opens and pulls out a dildo. Its girthy and long.

"Oh hello." I chuckle. I reach for it to take hold and measure it in my hands. It feels heavy. I stroke the veiny plastic member.

"Have any lube?" I ask.

She smiles and reaches back into the drawer and pulls out a tube. "Want my arse?" I smile. "Fuck yes!" She replies. I watch her walk back over. She doesn't really have an arse. She's pretty but her figure is quite flat, and straight. She has breasts, I can see them squashed in her top. She must like to keep herself covered.

I lie forward over desk. She spreads my cheeks. I feel her face press in. Her nose hits my coccyx and her tongue licks and circles my hole. Her hand takes her tongues place and she feels and fingers me. She smears my fluid from my cunt back up my crack.

She licks me again. She's eating my arse like a pro. I hold the edge of the desk enjoying the moment. Once again her hand is back, her thumb now, using her spit its pushing at me. I relax and gulp at the sudden entry. She pokes and fucks me.

I close my eyes, my arse being prepared for a fucking. Once again, it's blissful. I rock back onto her, I want something bigger in me. My experienced arse is ready. My ring is slack and weaker than it should be, and that's despite doing the exercises as prescribed by my GP. He's advised I refrain from anal for a couple of months to avoid permanent damage. But what can I say. I enjoy it so.

I feel her withdraw, she slaps me and spits and licks again. I open my eyes and look at the brickwork of the wall.

Her hands delicately trace over my back. She feels me over, I feel her kissing me, nuzzling me and as she prepares my hole with her fingers and thumbs. I start getting restless, I'm pent up again, and want to be fucked.

I jump at the sudden coldness of the lube. "You're used to this aren't you?" She questions. "I love girls like you." She continues, "You're not meet the parents quality, but you're good fun, I bet." Her words hurt me. I realise she's right. I don't have relationships, I have sex. Helen has spoken about introducing me to hers, but thus far, it's not happened.

We're disturbed as someone enters. The music gets louder for a brief moment. I hear a girl say something, and Teri say "...5 more minutes..." The door opens, the music increases, then dies as the door shuts. "Sorry, I should've locked the door." I hope to God no-one sees me like this. Sprawled and taken over the desk. I ignore the fact someone has walked in on us, and they act like this is normal behaviour.

A lubed finger enters back inside, it pushes and punches, a second finger joins, then a third. I sigh as more lube is massaged into my arse. I'm glad, some girls use lube, but not enough and it can hurt.

The head of the strapon presses against my arse. It slides in with very little resistance. The cocks stretches and drags against me. I complain loudly at the sudden penetration. I can feel it enter its entirety into me. She holds it for a moment. Its pressed into my bowels.

Once again I am gripping the desk. There isn't a part of my arse that isn't being touched by this cock. Like a machine switched to maximum she starts fucking. Its mean and its hard. Each time it smashes through my colon I let out an "Uh", the frequency and feeling, I'm forcing "Uh-Uh-Uh."

She slaps into me, flesh onto flesh. Her forcefulness scrapes the desk across the floor an inch or so. I try to reach back to hold her, to feel her skin. I desire something soft and smooth in my fingers.

I force her to pause, and I readjust standing, my back arching, her still in my arse. She holds my elbow with one hand and gropes my breasts with the other. I reach back to try and feel her.

I encourage her pounding of me to resume. I'm forced to make sounds, and become vocal. The arse fucking is hard and relentless, there is no resistance to it.

The arse pummeling is noisy, our skin still smacking. Her hand on my firm tits, playing with my nipple. Her other holding me firmly in place. My toes ache as I balance in my new shoes.

She withdraws her cock from me, I'm disappointed. She forces me to the sofa and pushes me on my back. My head firmly and comfortably against the sofa arm. She pulls my legs up and holds my ankles over my head. My pussy glistens at her, the cock plunges back into my arse.

I moan my appreciation. Her raiding of my depths resumes. The sofa is firm and doesn't give. The cock feels bigger as she quickly digs me out. I'm able to hold her butt, just about. I'm squashed into place, as she fucks me. She motions harder into me, the sofa becomes noisier with her persistence.

I enjoy this gruelling punishment of a buggering. Its divine sodomy, its why, I'm sure, I was put on this earth.

Her face is fixed and emotionless, concentrating on poking the fireplace. I look at her, her blond hair dangles. It's not Helen. I panic. I cum, once again. I hold her, as my cum overtakes me. She finishes off and withdraws.

I feel empty inside. What have I just done?

"Fuck, we've been ages. I've got work to do and my staff are looking for me."

She fondles and admires my arse whilst she gropes my tits. "Get dressed, come on, hurry." She barks.

She reaches for her jacket and takes a small black folder from the pocket.

"Here's the bill", she throws me the bill for the drinks and I scramble on the floor looking for my credit card, dress and thong. "You're all the same." She complains, shaking her head. She's back in her trousers already. The dildo thrown into a corner behind her desk.

She grabs her card machine I pick my pants up from the floor. "You think you're special but you're really not." She's insulting and hurtful. I sob, confused by my situation. "Fucking hell. Hurry, up." She orders. I'm not strong enough to say anything back. I pull my dress up and clench my undies in my hand.

She types into the machine and hands it to me to insert my card which I've found. I don't tip and enter my pin before handing it back to her.

She eventually hands me my card and paper slip. "Zip me up?" I ask. "Get out." She snarls. I open the door and she rushes me out. I head back to the booth clutching my thong in one hand and my card and receipt in the other. It feels like a long walk back to my friends, I hold my dress up by squeezing my arm against my stomach.

As I walk back towards the booth, feeling slime between my arse and legs. I take a black cocktail napkin from the bar as I pass, and try to wipe myself down as discretely as I can on my walk back.

I screw up and drop the napkin to the floor. I'm usually much classier than this.

Kate has brought her friend to our booth, they are caressing each other. I ask a passing hostess for another glass as I approach and force a smile when I get to my table.

The realisation of what I've done hits me.

"Where have you been? I only went to the lav and you've disappeared for about 45 minutes." Becky asks. My eyes fill, but I try to hold back.

"Who's your new friend?" I look at Kate. "Would you like a glass?" I continue. I take a sip of my Champagne, but empty my glass.

"I'm Sam, I'd better get back to my friends." She says. "You can stay." I counter.

I look away and notice Teri is talking to a hostess, I catch them glancing at me. Teri laughs and the hostess shakes her head as she looks towards me.

Ashamed, I cry a little and grab my purse, stuffing my thong back in with my receipt and card. I take a tenner and hold it out to Becky. "You win, I gave it away without so much of a whimper. And FYI it was five, not one finger." I say. A tear streaks down my face and plops onto the table, she comes over to comfort me. She zips my dress up for me.

Kate and her friend walk off leaving us to talk. I cry into Beckys shoulder as she strokes my hair and holds my head. I pull away and wipe my tears. I glance at the bar and now see Teri serving someone else.

"Let's have a drink." I say. "See anyone you like?" I ask Becky through my tears. "Yes, but she's already spoken for, and a bit fucking stupid." She jokes. She pours more Champagne and she pulls me up, we dance.

A few hours later, we are drunk and tired. I see a couple of missed calls from Helen and decide to Facetime her tomorrow. I'll ask the girls for advice later.

We get a cab back to Kates with Sam. Kates not really talking to us as she's snogging her new friend. I sit on the pull down seat behind the driver looking at a sleeping Becky, her head flops about. I rub my temples and wonder why I did what I did. It was a short fix, the sex, now I feel terribly remorseful and regretful. I feel sick to my stomach.

Eventually the cab stops at Kates block of flats, I pay the driver with my card and we jump out of the cab.

The lights in the block entrance are flickering, it stinks of bleach and wee, the smell hits us as we enter. "The lift should be working now." Kate says grimmacing, she's holding Sams hand and hammering the button to call the lift with the other.

I take in Sam. She has a tight bun on top of her head. She's a larger girl in a black sparkly dress, her tights sparkle too as they catch the light. Her shoes are flat ballerinas. She's attractive, but not someone I'd necessarily put with Kate.

Becky stands behind and wraps her arms around me and nuzzles my neck. I like it. I don't resist, it's comforting, it's attention.

The doors of the lift grind open and we get in. "Thats disgusting." Becky complains, there is golden, green phlegm spat over the buttons. Luckily the floor we need seems to have avoided the worst of it. Becky hits it and we wait for the doors to scrape back shut along the metal track.

We stand in silence. Contemplating what's going to happen next. Katie beams. "Sams up for anything if you girls are?"

I look at Kate, "Another time, I would have, but tonight I will pass. I'll take your spare room if that's ok. You girls have fun." I say. A little win for me there. I turned down group sex, that's actually quite a big win. In all honesty though, my head is exploding with different scenarios of what will happen when Helen finds out about me.

"I think I'll stay with Clare tonight. If that's OK?" Becky looks at me and nods.

"No probs. You guys know your way around." She exclaims disappointed. The lift jolts, and buzzes. For a second we panic that it's stuck between floors. The doors crunch back open and we get out quickly.

Kate grabs her keys as we walk to her door. There's loud reggae coming from another flat a few floors up. Its very late, but feral kids are cycling up and down the balcony, playfully harrassing us. We ignore them and Kate opens her door.

"See you in the morning." Kate says kicking her heels off. She kisses Becky then me, both of us on the lips. "Come on you." She snogs and pulls her new lover up the stairs. I take my jacket off and hang it on a crowded hook by the front door and walk to the kitchen. Holding my purse under my arm, I take two glasses from the draining board and fill them from the tap.

Becky is standing in the doorway watching me. "Are you sure your OK?" She asks. She watches my reflection in the kitchen window.