The Wayklin Dream Pt. 03

"There is a note," Henry said, walking in and closing the door.

"You read it," Sara moaned, aware that her pussy was probably in full view to the guy, but too tired and sick to move.

"It's sealed, ma'am."

"Oh, for fuck sake," Sara said, rolling over and holding out her hand.

"Dear Sara," she read out, then groaned, "Oh, god, it's so long. Can't you read it?"

Henry woke from his trance, he had been enchanted by Sara's breasts and shaved pussy.

"No, Miss. It's your private message."

"Grrr."

Sara focused her eyes on the note.

'Dear Sara, I tried to wake you to no avail. You did not wish to be disturbed. You appear to have a massive hangover. So I left you in bed. I did have one last piece of you while you were still asleep, I hope you don't mind. Not exactly the most interesting fuck anyone will ever have with you, but I didn't cum last night, so I thought I better take my last chance to leave my semen inside you. You were still wearing the Tiffany necklace, so by rights any day you wear that cross, you must be sure someone fucks you. Remember your promise. Henry will pack everything up and help you bring it to the car. Lunch is booked and paid for, so take your time. It's a long drive, but you should be home before dinner. And I'll see you at work from time to time, I hope. Byron.'

Sara fell back and closed her eyes.

"Shall I run the shower for you, Miss?"

"Yes please."

Henry helped Sara stand and guided her to the shower and got things ready for wearing afterward. Sara leaned against the shower tiles trying to recall the night before. Did Byron let some guy finger her in the bar?

"Shall I lay out the choices for your outfit today in here, Miss?" Henry said.

"Put them out on the bed is okay," she mumbled.

Henry helped her dry off, touching but not fondling and led Sara back to the main room.

"Anything that looks like it's been worn I've put in this laundry bag. I'll get the hotel to wash or dry clean it and deliver it to your home address."

"Thank you," Sara said slowly, standing naked and looking down at the clothes that Henry had chosen. The only underwear was g-strings and shelf bras. She wasn't in the mood for something riding up her crack, and given the shelf bra didn't hide her nipples it was probably easier to explain no bra to her mother than why she was wearing one like that. So she pulled on the white tight stretch t-shirt and tied the flared tartan mini-skirt around her waist, leaving all the underwear for Henry to pack with other things.

Sara did manage to smile through her headache when she saw how disappointed Henry was to see her dressed. So she took the skirt back off and dried her hair in just her tight t-shirt, letting him check out her small cute ass and bare slit as he tidied up the things he needed to pack.

"I would let you," Sara said, knowing what he was thinking as he stared blissfully. "But I'm seriously too sore down there from last night. I don't think I could do it right now."

"It's okay, Miss," Henry smiled, "But I appreciate the thought."

"Thank you," Sara said, wincing from a shooting pain up her neck.

As Henry helped put the skirt back on her, she let him hold her ass firmly for a time, squeezing.

"You like it?" she asked.

"It's amazing," he breathed. "Is your ass sore, perhaps I could do it there instead?"

It had been more than two years since a guy had put a penis in her backside, and Sara had hated the feeling. She'd sworn never to let it happen again.

"Not there," Sara said. "In my mouth."

Sara sat on the bed and let Henry take her t-shirt and skirt off, then he knelt and sucked her breasts.

"Come on," Sara interrupted before her body could take over her damaged brain and demand to be fucked. "Stand up, give me your cock."

Henry did as asked, then held on to his cum for grim life as the most beautiful nude he was ever likely to see worked hard to hoover the semen from his balls. Sara won out in the end, taking rope after rope of warm goo into her mouth and swallowing. Once he was done, Sara milked and squeezed the last drops and licked and sucked them away, putting him back into his pants entirely drained.

"Better?" she looked up and asked.

Henry didn't speak, he just nodded happily. Sara stood and let him hold and caress her naked body as he kissed her neck and ears.

"Where do you live?" Sara asked.

"Here in town."

"Hmm. Pity," Sara mumbled, it was too far from home. The boy was cute, and he kissed her nicely.

Sara put her skirt on for the third time, and put her t-shirt back on just as it was time to leave the room. Henry showed her to lunch, then went back to take all the bags to the car. Just before two, he came to escort her to the waiting limo. They kissed goodbye with his hand up the back of her skirt, holding her bare ass. Sara jumped as his middle finger came down between her legs and pushed in.

"I wasn't kidding I'm sore," Sara smiled as he took his finger back out, leaving a trail of slime as he rolled his finger over her ass cheek.

"You're wet though."

"That's normal," Sara said, giving him a final kiss before climbing to the spacious rear of a BMW 7-series saloon.

Sara slept most of the ride home, hardly talking with the driver. She felt lucky her mother was out when they arrived, although she suspected the neighbors would be asking why there was a huge fancy car in their drive and so many bags being ferried into the house by the driver. Sara had everything brought into her room to try and put out of sight, and quickly found something normal to wear. After she thanked the driver and he left, Sara sat on the bed and sighed. What had she become? She had purposely waited for that driver to carry something into the bedroom before pulling off her top and skirt with him there. Feigning looking for something to wear, she directed the guy where to place all the bags while naked.

"What am I doing?" she asked herself. "He was old, and not even good-looking."

Sara resolved to calm down, but it wasn't easy. Something had been switched back on, and it was even stronger than before her disastrous spring holiday in Thailand. One thing for certain was she needed a boyfriend, and quick.

At work, one day Sara wore one of the self-bras under her shirt, and no one said anything so she kept doing it. One of the laundry guys noticed, a handsome boy her age. Sara usually tried to have a few shirt buttons undone when she went into his workspace. On their first date, she did the same, so it wasn't a surprise that he brought her back to his share-house afterward and demanded her pussy. He was hardly in there a minute before he lost himself, pasting her insides in cum. Sara had a silent chuckle to herself. Her pants were at her ankles, her face pushed into the dirty sheets of a filthy room in a shack of a house, her pussy up in the air behind her, and a young boy prematurely ejaculating her pregnant. It's how poor people lived. It was perfect.

Except she didn't get pregnant from him, or any other of the boys that fucked her over the next twelve months. Most of them came freely inside her, especially when the sex was spontaneous or it was a one-night stand. With Byron's medical condition in the back of her mind, Sara quietly consulted a doctor.

Primary ovarian insufficiency. Unlikely to be resolvable.

That was the end of that. No babies. Sara's vagina was simply a sex toy. Bitter with herself, for two months Sara used it as just that, with anyone that would have her.

Cum bucket, one of her ex-boyfriends called her as she moved from each of his friends to another to give them a turn.

"I'm just for fucking," she said to herself as she let another stranger from a bar delight in pulling the panties down and off such a gorgeous body.

"Happy to oblige," the guy replied, thrusting full-cock inside her in one easy stroke.

It wasn't until her mother broke down in tears one morning at the kitchen table as Sara struggled in the front door in daylight. She was wincing as she walked from the pounding a huge German guy had given her in his hotel room. She met him on the tram on the way home from work.

"I can't live like this," her mother said. "I'm leaving. I can't stay here and watch you do this to yourself. It's wrong. I don't know what happened to you. It started out, I know you had some boyfriends, I know you've been doing things with them but then suddenly recently it's every night with some different guy like you're taking money for it."

"I'm not!" Sara squealed as she sat painfully on the kitchen chair.

"Then what?" her mother demanded. "Why? How would your father feel about you if he was here alive today?"

It was the moment Sara needed to have. She opened up about the problems she had discovered with her body and the sadness it made her feel. She talked about God giving her this vagina just to be played with by men, not for new life. So she was using it for that, as a sex toy, not a family maker. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong. Her mother stood up, and both of them resolved to get her through and find a way to have the best life she could.

"No more dating," her mother demanded. "Not until we work out how you are going to live your life, and what choices you have. Until then, no men!"

"Yes, mama," Sara sobbed, hugging her and drenching her shoulder with tears.

"Byron!" Sara said, alarmed to bump into him coming out of the room next door to where she was cleaning.

"Sara!" he said, delighted to see her. As inappropriate as it was, they couldn't help but hug each other.

"It's so good to see you," Byron said. "Every time I come here, I never run into you. I thought maybe you could see me on the guestlist and avoided me, or maybe you'd left the hotel."

"I'm not going to leave here you know that," Sara smiled.

"So how have you been?"

"I can't really talk now. My manager is helping today, in the room just there."

"Can I see you after, what time do you finish work?"

"At six," Sara said

"We can meet at the hotel cafe across the road. It's the opposition, but you can do that, right?"

Sarah was a little bit wary. Her mother had strict rules now for what time Sara came home after work - and for six months it had kept her safe and off-the-bone, as Sara called her period of abstinence.

"Sure," she said nevertheless. How could she not?

Sara floated through the rest of the day. Her weekend with Byron had been one shining light in a dreary two years of debauchery and redemption. She felt inside her pants, she was soaked wet. It hadn't been easy to give up dating, Sara had been addicted to the feeling that pulsed up her spine every time a cock inside her ejaculated. Being cum in had become her drug of choice, and Byron's cock had been her Monterey Purple. No one after him gave her that same level of high, and now, thrillingly he was back nearby.

"I can't get pregnant," Sara blurted out the first minute they sat down.

"What?" Byron asked, not ready for such a revelation so quickly.

"After you, I had a boyfriend that kept cumming in me but never get me pregnant. Then again on a few casual nights afterward, guys kept finding reasons to cum in me, but I never missed a period. So I went to the doctor."

"And you can't have kids?"

Sara shook her head.

"How do you feel about that?" Byron asked empathetically.

"I was a bit messy at first, for a couple of months. My mom eventually gave me a one-person intervention, either get back to life or fuck off."

"Your mom swears, too?" Byron grinned.

"Not as much as you," Sara replied. Their return to familiarity was seamless. Sara felt confident and comfortable around Byron. She felt herself. She felt at home.

"Can I sneak you into my room?" Byron asked.

"Now?"

"Yes."

"You want to get into my pants?" Sara smiled.

"Badly."

"I'm used goods," Sara warned him. "Since you... I let a lot of guys cum in me."

"Could hardly be more stretched than last time," Byron teased, then added, "Could you?"

"I might be," Sara admitted. "But it's been half a year since..."

"You've had sex? That long? You really run hot and cold, huh?"

"So maybe it's shrunk?" Sara laughed.

"Come on, let's find out?"

"You really want to take me to bed? Right now? You don't have a girlfriend or anyone that you'd be letting down by screwing me?"

"I've not had the life that you had since we last met! So no, no one in the way."

"Except my mother. I'm sworn off men, I'm already past curfew. And she never knew about you back then, she'll think you're just another one-night-stand."

"Guys must be over the moon to pick you up and bed you the same night. Girls as good looking as you... they're usually more selective, right?"

"I don't know... I wasn't. I guess those guys were usually pretty happy with their score. There wasn't much I said no to."

"Are you online? Naked? Having sex?" Byron asked.

Sara nodded.

"On porn sites?" Byron clarified.

"Yeah," Sara sighed. "Some of its pretty full-on. It's not easy to find, though. No one has said anything."

"Well, I'm here now. It's my turn to bed you, and this time I'm not going to let you run off after."

"Really?"

"No. If you can't have kids, and I can't have kids, then we are going to share our misery together and fuck like rabbits. We'll take the cards we've been dealt and run with it. Sex, love, a couple's life forever."

"Are you asking me to get married?" Sara teased him.

"Bed first," Byron suggested. "Let's see how worn out you are before I buy?"

"You're so sweet."

"Come on, let's go," Byron said standing.

"What about my curfew? My mother?"

"That's where we are going," Byron said.

"Huh?"

"If your mother doesn't know about me, let's solve that problem. Then you can tell her you introduced me to her before sleeping with me."

"That's not entirely true," Sara frowned.

"This time around it is. That will be good enough."

"You really going home to meet my mother?"

"Yes."

"Now?"

"Yes."

"Bold move," Sara said, nodding. "We better take the bus, if we turn up in a limo, you won't get in the door."

As you would expect, it took Sara's mother a long time to trust Byron and his intentions, given the way that men had used her daughter in the past. And it took an even longer time for Sara to confess that Byron had money, and even when they did he needed to keep all ostentatious displays of wealth well away from her disapproving mother. They would literally get out of the limousine one bus stop away and then turn up on public transport so her mom didn't feel uncomfortable. Byron was good about it, if anything he thought it was fun.

They had similar problems with his family. Sara's mother hated he was rich, and Byron's family hated she was poor. Sara shrugged and happily signed a form that stopped her from taking all his money if they ever broke up, that seemed to settle everyone down.

"I don't understand why you keep working as a housemaid there," Bryon said as he wiped his dirty cock over Sara's backside. He'd been talking and fucking her in the Wayfarer again, interrupted only by needing to drop his load deep inside her.

"It's only part-time. I'm still traveling with you. I'm here now coughing up my cunt, right?"

"For two nights. I want to fuck you morning and night every day."

"Which would be fourteen times a week, which is about how many times you fuck me in the three days we're usually together. So all good!"

Byron smiled at the naked young beauty on the bed below him, cum gurgling out from between her legs.

"You think because you've got those tits and that cunt and you know how to fuck that you get to be a smart ass?"

"You and I both know the answer to that question," she laughed, using the smooth hotel sheets to stop the leaking semen from tickling her inside thigh. "Do you want brunch?"

"Yeah."

"What should I wear? You want me to show my pussy to some guys?"

"You know I love it. All those strangers that know my girlfriend's cunt, I love it."

"You wanna watch some guy fuck me one day?"

"Hmm, maybe."

"If you want, I'll do it, I don't mind."

"Maybe."

"Well let me know. If you want a show, I can. I'm guessing if you like guys seeing my pussy, you'll probably like seeing them fuck it."

"How the hell did I find a girl like you?" Byron smiled gleefully.

"Working. As a housemaid. So don't get the hump if I keep doing it."

"That's our life sorted, then," Byron nodded.

"Yes, sorted," Sara smiled as she stood naked before him. "Now, shall we go to breakfast and show some guys my pussy?"

"Let's."

The End