Sexually Dysfunctional Pt. 02

"Do the same again," he directed. She did and this time they came further down.

Looking down, she could see at the front that at least half of her thong was uncovered so reckoned that most of her cheeks were on view. "Mmmmm gorgeous," Paul murmured, running his fingers over each cheek and adding in an American accent. "You've got a great ass baby."

He made her continue like that two more times, which took her trousers down to her knees and got them to the door of his flat. He unlocked it and they almost fell inside.

Before even closing the door, they immediately kissed. All of her pent-up need for him, her concerns, worries, guilt and excitement blended together into an explosion of feelings and emotions as his tongue surged into her willingly opened mouth. He was pulling at her clothes, undoing the zip of the top and with her help, struggling that off; he rolled the scooped front, yellow cotton top upp and with no hesitation whatsoever, not that she wanted any, slid his hand onto her breast.

"That looks great," he grunted staring at her small breasts. "And they feel even better," he said easing both orbs out of the bra. Still without shutting the door, he squashed her back against the wall and pressed himself against her.

'God he's so hard' was her immediate thought as she felt his erection pressing into the soft, slight bulge of her tummy. She squirmed against him, revelling at the base of his erection putting pressure on her clit. Sammi's hand slid down Paul' back and into the waist-band of his track trousers. She pushed further until she felt the cheeks of his bum. It was so beautifully smooth and taught, it made her shudder with want. She pulled on the waistband so it came down a little way, not as far as hers but so that at the back it was level with the middle of his gorgeous cheeks.

It was then that her mind was flooded with other visions, her imagination ran riot and her brain was filled with images. They were images of Mike and of Emma. Her hands were on Mike's bum, it was his cock that was pressed against her, but it was Emma who was kissing her.

'She's up for it and ready for it,' Paul was thinking as he ground his hard on against her. 'Game, set and nearly match' he almost muttered enjoying the putty in his hands.

It was a splendidly sordid scene. Sammi, a young nurse was squashed against the wall in the tiny hallway inside the still open door of the small flat. Paul, a forty something year old senior anaesthetist at a leading London teaching hospital was pressed firmly against her. They were kissing and pawing each other. Her top was rolled up, almost round her neck and her pert breasts were hanging out from the tiny, lace bra. The waist of her jeans was around her knees, his grey track trousers round his hips. It was wonderfully wanton, but neither could really appreciate that for they were so into giving and taking excitement, their minds thought no further than the other's body. Well with Sammi that wasn't quite true for her thoughts were not really on Paul, but on Emma and mike. Jesus what a fucking scene she was thinking.

Paul suddenly grabbed her. He pulled her across the small landing and turned her round facing a square table.

"Bend over," he growled, pushing against her head.

'God what an arse,' Paul thought looking at the exquisite peach shape roundness of female flesh in front of him. He pushed his trousers and fashionably baggy Y fronts down in one go. His respectably sized, extremely hard cock sprang free. The feel as he pressed it against her bum, its length fitting nicely into her crease, which was slightly open due to her parted legs, was delicious; she squirmed back against him, imagining it was her new bosses cock.

Paul didn't bother taking her panties off, he simply got hold of the slither of lace and satin of the blue thong and pulled it to one side. Her anus and the lips of her cunt were exposed, on view and right in front of him.

"You ready Sammi?" He asked.

Her heart was pounding, her pulses were racing, she was panting and her legs were turning to jelly. It was the combination of the extreme sexual arousal brought about by the events of the past few days together with her feelings for Mike and Emma that made her feel so intensely horny. She whimpered.

"Yes."

The feeling as he surged up her was indescribable. Not just from a physical viewpoint, but also, if anything, more from how her emotions were reacting.

'Another man is in me. It should be Mike, but it was Paul. No it shouldn't be Mike, he has a partner, but try as she might she could not imagine that face on the end of the cock that was now starting to fuck her as being anyone's other than Mike Stevens the eminent consultant psychiatrist for whom Sammi now worked. '

As he had first entered her, Paul had grabbed hold of her slim hips, but was now reaching round her and squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples.

"Is it good Sammi?" He asked rubbing her breasts and slipping and down her well lubricated passage.

"Oh yes, yes," she moaned back her head resting on her arms on the table.

"I want to make you cum Sammi, hard and long, is that what you want?"

"Yes, yes I do," she sighed back.

He stood up straighter. He once more held her hips, in fact he gripped them and grunted.

"Then I am going to fuck you now, hard and fast."

And he was true to his word. Leaning slightly backwards, which pushed his stomach and hips forward, he gripped Sammi's hips firmly and started thrusting in and out of her. Faster, harder, quicker and deeper he went. It was glorious. It was so long since she had been fucked like this. Her entire body came alive, all of her being responded. Her mind and body joined together in one explosion of mounting pleasure as her so needed orgasm quickly built up.

"Oh yes. Oh my God, yes, yes." she moaned gripping the table, closing her legs and squirming back against his ramming cock. It was awesome.

She was a good fuck, Paul thought as he held his hand on the back of her neck squashing her face against the table and seeing her tits, still half in the white bra, dangle over the edge of it. She didn't just take it, she gave back as well. She pushed back, she closed her legs, even crossing them to increase the grip of her cunt lips on his cock and for her to wring more pleasure from the shag. She moaned and groaned and writhed her body against the table.

"Is it good Sammi?"

"Yes it's good, its very good" she mewed reaching behind her, fumbling her hand between her bum and him and finding his balls. "It's very, very good."

For him to accept her hand there, which was actually rather nice, he couldn't shag her very hard, it was in the way.

"Move your hand luv, there'll be plenty of time for that later, but now is the time for me to fuck you properly."

He gripped her hips more firmly, pulled her a little straighter then crashed his cock deeply in and almost out of her, in a fast, but even rhythm. As he surged in, so they both revelled at the sound and feel of his balls slapping against her upper thighs. It was just what she needed to change the nice, warm, tingly pangs of sensation oozing from her clit and breasts, into rushing torrents of emotional and physical sexual lava. The extra friction, pace and thrusting was what Paul also needed to change the mild tingling in his balls into a storm of urging sensations as his impending explosion built up steam. Their orgasms erupted as good as simultaneously.

"Oh my fuck" he grunted shoving himself as far into Sammi as he could and holding himself there rigid and taught. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

"Yes, yes, cum for me, cum. "

"I am, I am," he grunted back his fingernails digging deep into the excess flesh on her hips as he held himself almost upright and let his cock explode sending torrents of sperm shooting deep inside Sammi.

Even before she felt that wonderful, extra throbbing of a cock as Paul approached ejaculation, Sammi's emotional and physical responses had, like the proverbial volcano started to erupt. And, as she felt him starting to cum they completely erupted and became a flood of searing hot, orgasmic sensations. She moaned and she groaned, grunted and sighed. She crossed her legs to increase and prolong the sensation, then opened them and closed them again. She gripped the table and bit the back of her wrist, pushing that into her mouth to suppress what might otherwise have been a loud scream. Her legs felt like jelly and her knees started to buckle as Paul collapsed onto her back. With him still embedded in her, they sank to the ground, Sammi half on her side, Paul lying on her back as she moaned.

"Oh god, oh yes, oh Mike that was............oh fuck it."

*

The flat was dark when she got home, but she heard the TV on in Roni's room. The others weren't home yet. It was just her and Ron, big cuddly, noisy, sexy Ron. She knocked on her door.

"Come in," Roni replied.

"No I won't," Sammi said poking her head round the door and seeing that her friend was in bed.

"Oh hi luv," Roni said, sitting up causing the sheet to slip almost off her full, big nippled breasts, that Sammi suddenly thought, "I have sucked."

"You sure?"

"Better not it's been a hell of a long, tough day."

"I see, so you got to fuck him then, that was quick, even by your standards."

Sammi laughed. "No, not yet."

"You'd like to then?"

"Well Ron he is absolutely drop dead gorgeous."

"Then it won't be long, just remember you have got a friend with big tits who gives great head if he fancies a threesome"

Laughing Sammi said, "You crude scouse git, I'm going to bed."

As Sammi pulled the delicate pink folds open and placed her fingertip right alongside her clit it was all she could do to stop herself going into Roni's room and saying.

"Roni, please come to bed with me, please make love to me, please fuck me."

She didn't though, for she knew that just as earlier in the evening when Paul had physically fucked her, it had emotionally been Mike, if she had sex with Roni, emotionally she would be having it with Emma.

What a fucking mess she was thinking as she made herself cum.