After Work Excess Page 2

  “I love to see you enjoying another cock...” he began, as he leant forward to squeeze my left breast through the thin material of my dress, before adding “Even if it is only a rubber cock..!”

  Ignoring his comment, I set about thrusting the toy deeply in and out of my tightness, as my vaginal muscles began to relax and accept this rubberised invader. I intended to see this through from start to finish, hoping to make myself orgasm for his viewing pleasure, but it wasn't to be, as after just a couple of minutes he firmly clasped his hand around my wrist, inadvertently pulling the toy from my inner wetness, before apologising and saying “Sammy, I love watching you do this, but I really need to fuck you now.”

  With the redundant sexy toy thrown down to the base of the bed, I sat upright and moved to raise my red dress over my shoulders, but he stopped me, as he said “No leave it on for me, I like you wearing red.”

  “Okay,” I giggled, before adding “So how do you want me?”

  “On your back...”

  He moved aside, throwing his damp and crumpled towel to the bedside floor, and allowed me the room to lay in the centre of our bed, as I parted my slender thighs expectantly for him to be able to penetrate me with his lovely cock. He crouched over me, and with his firm penis hovering with intent, before he gently eased each of the shoulder straps down, exposing my pert, braless breasts. I wasn't exactly what you would call busty, but at least I had grown into a B-Cup, after being barely more than an A-Cup for my first boyfriend Steve, who I dated for a year whilst at college. For my man though, size was irrelevant, as what he really enjoyed about my bare breasts, were my nipples, which never seemed to let me down when the occasion arose, as like so many times before, they were now fully erect – sending him a clear message that I was fully aroused and ready to feel him inside me, after what had felt like an incredibly long week alone.

  As he had done so many times before, he took a minute or two to worship each of my nipples in-turn, licking them and teasing them as he dared to gently nibble at each of my swollen teats, before lifting himself upwards, to face me, and to French kiss me passionately as the tip of his bare cock began to search for my slender, but increasingly wet entrance. As he pressed his weight forwards, to do what nature had intended and seeking to bury himself within my inner-folds, I suddenly stopped him though, by grasping at his upper arm firmly.

  “Shit, I forgot to take my pill!” I shrieked.

  He looked down at me calmly, with the tip of his cock already beginning to part my entrance, as he replied with “Well when do you normally take it?”

  “First thing before work,” before I added “I'd better go and take it now...”

  He held me there, with his strong masculine bodyweight, and simply said “Why don't we not bother, we are engaged to be married after-all aren't we Sammy?”

  “Yeah, but I might get pregnant?” I replied in exasperation, knowing full-well that my younger sister Kayleigh had fallen pregnant recently, after claiming that she only did it once without any protection. Her impending journey into single motherhood frightened the life out of me, although I still wasn't sure if I really believed that she only forgot to protect herself that one time!

  “Listen, you're really not getting it, I'm saying that if you fall pregnant, you fall pregnant. That is unless you really don't actually want kids with me?”

  I paused to take in the gravity of what he was saying, feeling once again that my young life was again racing forwards at 100 miles per hour, before replying with “Of course I want kids with you silly,” before adding “I'm just not sure if now is the right time to start trying, I mean – I'm only 22.”

  “Yes but I'm 32 Sammy...”

  He had a valid point, and we were after-all engaged to be married, and more importantly 'happy', although deep down I hoped that I wouldn't fall straight away, as I firmly held him, either side of his hips and said “Come on then, are you going to fuck me and give me a baby or what then Mister?”

  Spurred on by my obvious willingness to comply with his wishes, I was soon laid back submissively, my eyes tightly closed, with my thighs held high and wide, as I enjoyed his pace gradually progressing from a slow and steady exploratory few strokes, to a more 'piston like', unbridled and passionate motion. As I revelled in the feeling of this Friday homecoming sex session, I couldn't help but begin to imagine the changes that would begin to occur within my young and hopefully fertile body, at the point where he would no doubt reach his moment of no return and begin to unleash his rich semen into my unprotected womb. I imagined the first few seeds, from his pre-cum, edging their way towards their goal, only to be followed a few minutes later, by millions of his energetic little swimmers – all searching for their goal.

  The whole thought of it, and how my future life was all suddenly falling into place, was just too much for my mind to process, as I began to feel the all too familiar feelings of my own orgasm steadily building from deep within my loins. He must have sensed that I was close to the edge, as he quickened and deepened his pace, mercilessly thrusting into me with his powerful strokes – determined to join me, at exactly the same point in time. I panted quite uncontrollably, as he rammed into me, desperately trying to regain my composure, but failing miserably each time, as his cock caused yet another wave of pleasurable sensations in the delicate tissue of my pussy. My efforts to hold myself back, to enjoy these sensations for just a little longer, were in vain, as I felt my body begin to tingle and my vaginal muscles contract – I was cuming, orgasming for my man, whether I wanted to or not.

  With me quite literally crying out in a passionate and helpless yelp, totally unconcerned for the noise that my neighbours in the flat next door could no doubt hear, he grunted – and froze, with his cock buried inside me to the hilt, before powerfully twitching as his balls pumped his thick white seed deeply into my overly-submissive body.

  I looked up at him, connecting with him, with my blue eyes, looking at the man who, if not tonight, would undoubtedly soon become the father of my child – my gorgeous fiancée.

  ***

  After a few minutes, laying in a tangled, and sweaty post-sex mess – enjoying the after-glow of our welcome home session, he said “So you might well be pregnant now then Sammy, how does that thought feel?”

  “Strange...”

  “Strange in a good way, or strange in a way that makes you want to pack you things and move back in with your parents?” he laughed.

  “No silly, strange – but strange in a good way!”

  Our conversation stopped, for several minutes, as he enjoyed taking in my naked body, laying side by side and affectionately stroking me, tracing out the line of my hips – clearly showing me that he was glad to finally be home, with his girl, once more. My dress had become rucked around the middle of my body, and now resembled something that looked like a thick red belt, although he didn't seem to mind.

  I dared to interrupt our moment though, breaking through whatever he was thinking about, as I said “You know, I don't think that we should actually meet this guy next weekend, not if I'm now trying for a baby.”

  He looked across at me, as I prepared for his response and then said “Don't worry, we can insist that he wears protection, so that there's no confusion when you fall pregnant.”

  'Did he really think that I hadn't been careful enough to insist on a condom with the few other guys that he had arranged for me to sleep with, the ones where he wasn't also in the room?' That thought worried me immensely, the thought that I would even consider doing something like that, going bareback with another man, but it wasn't worth starting an argument over.

  “Well I just don't think that we should be meeting this guy, as I said.” I reiterated.

  He climbed up from bed, in order to use the toilet, and looked back at me and simply said “Look it's gonna be fine, he'll wear a condom, and after him, we'll take a break from these random meet ups, okay?”

  I smiled across at him, before he left the room, and replied with “Okay,
we'll see this one guy, and then we'll only be with each other, yeah?”

  “Of course Sammy,” he shouted back from the bathroom, before adding “Mind you, once you're pregnant, I'm sure that most of the guys online would love to have sex with you, with that big baby bump, and your sensual and swollen titties!”

  It wasn't what I wanted to hear, but I laughed it off, as I knew that after this final guy, I wouldn't be entertaining any more men that my fiancée had been chatting to over the internet.

  This was going to be a fresh start for me – and a new chapter in my life.

  Chapter 2 - Unforgiven

  To break up the lonely week-nights, every Wednesday night I arranged a ‘girlie night’ in town with my best friend Claire, and usually we were joined by a couple of other friends, Steph and Holly. It was always good excuse to have a girlie gossip, get dressed up and sink a few cheap mid-week drinks to relieve the boredom of being home alone whilst he was working away.

  One Wednesday night, totally unexpectedly - everything changed, my whole life was suddenly turned upside down, possibly forever - in ways that I could have never even imagined possible…

  Claire arrived at mine just after 7pm and we shared a pizza and bottle of rose as I put the finishing touches to my make-up and decided what jeans and boot combination to wear as it had been really cold out lately, if not raining every night.

  We soon headed to our favourite bar and the only one that was relatively busy on a quiet midweek night and went over to meet Holly and Steph, who had already arrived, and were sat with two Indian guys.

  I presumed that they knew the guys quite well, so after getting ourselves a drink we sat with the four of them on their big table, where Ash and Naz politely introduced themselves to Claire and I. Ash was the opposite side of the table, sat with Holly, so I didn't really get to speak to him, but Naz was right next to me and he immediately said that he liked my boots and necklace and looking back, on first impressions (which are usually right!) he certainly seemed like he was a bit of a charmer as he said that he was a music producer in London and down here for some meetings, so I guess Holly and Steph barely knew them after all. Claire seemed a bit taken with Naz and from where I was sitting, he did seem keen on her, but a little bit too smooth for my liking.

  It didn't look like we were going to get away from these two guys, especially as once we finally announced that we were planning to go to another bar for a bit of a dance, Ash and Naz were immediately invited along by Holly, who I think was a little bit taken by Ash, despite her having a loyal boyfriend sat back at home, waiting for her. Holly had been a flirt for as long as could remember, but she had never actually let these kind of liaisons lead anywhere, as her man meant the world to her.

  ***

  Once we'd all moved on to the second bar, which thankfully had a dance-floor, the guys got a round of drinks in for all of us including shots, to thank us for showing them around town, before the six of us clambered up onto the tiny dance floor for a bit of a ‘boogie’.

  Claire seemed to win over Naz's affections, continuing from where she had left off - as they broke away and danced together. Meanwhile, Holly danced a little too flirtatiously with Ash, flicking her long brown hair back at him, and generally acting like she was with him. Steph shot me a look, as if to say 'Should she really be behaving like this?', which I noted with a smile and a dismissive shrug of my shoulders, before laughing it off, as at least neither of them were crowding around me. I soon motioned for Steph to follow me back to one of the comfy sofas, which gave us both the chance to sit and finally have a proper catch up without the two guys butting in. I was also able to text my fiancée to see what he was up to, but sadly he didn't reply, so I guessed that he must have been working late. With his whereabouts weighing heavily on my mind, I confessed about the talk that he and I had had over the previous weekend, about starting a family. Steph wasn't at all shocked, as she commented with “Well you're engaged after-all Sammy, so that's really great news for you both – he's a lovely guy, and a keeper for sure!”

  ***

  A little later, after a good chat, we went to rejoin the others and danced a little more, before sinking back two more aftershock drinks each, but then Holly suddenly said that she needed to go outside. I accompanied her, and noted that she'd definitely drunk too much alcohol, far too quickly, as I stood with her before she was embarrassingly sick on the pavement as she struggled to hold onto me for support. She rightly said she had better head off home, but I knew deep down that she really didn't want to as I sensed she really fancied smooth talking Ash. Thankfully Steph stepped in, and insisted on her going home, and even offered to cut her own night short, in order to take her back to her flat and get her home safely.

  Once back inside the bar, I told Ash all about Holly having to go home. I hadn't really spoken to him, apart from at the start of the night, but I explained that she was feeling quite ill and his reaction immediately showed me that he was really gutted. I sat with him for a bit and we chatted freely, safe in the comfort that he was obviously quite taken with Holly. Meanwhile Claire continued to dance with Naz, and from where we were sat, it was quite clear that the two of them definitely fancied each other, and weren’t afraid to show it, thanks to the alcohol!

  After an hour or so and a couple more rounds of drinks, Claire and Naz came over and said they were going back to Ash's aunts house that was empty at the moment to continue the party a little bit more and went on to explain that Ash would obviously be going with them too. I wasn't at all happy about their plans, and I spoke to Claire after promptly dragging her to the ‘ladies’, where I said that despite what she thought of Naz, we should really go home although they both seemed like ‘nice guys’, we didn't want to give them the wrong impression. She listened, but then begged me quite unashamedly to go back with her, just for half an hour, so against my better judgement, I reluctantly agreed to accompany her. It was a tough decision, as I didn't want her to be all alone and end up in any kind of trouble as Steph and Holly had long gone home.

  I tried to phone my fiancée as the four of us walked to the house, but once again, there was no answer.

  ***

  Back at the house, the guys fixed us each a strong Vodka and lemonade each & Naz put some RnB on and Naz and Claire carried on their dancing session from the club, there in the lounge, with their hands were quite literally all over each other, more from the drink than from desire, but I guess that it was probably a bit of both. For a while I just watched them, alongside Ash, noting her sleek blonde bobbed hairstyle, and her enviably large natural breasts, that were quite easy to make out, under her black dress. Her breasts were like beacons, whenever we went out, two perfectly shaped globes like breasts, that never failed to turn heads! Ash eventually managed to coheres me into getting up and joining them, to dance with him and I soon noticed that he was a bit of a mover, he definitely had some rhythm and soon disarmed me, as he made me laugh with his moves.

  My head was definitely swaying by this point, from all the copious amounts of alcohol in my petite body, I really wasn't used to such big nights out on a mid-week night, after a long day at work. Ash eventually turned the music down and said that we all needed to all 'chill a little' as it was getting late and so I saw my opportunity, and managed to usher Claire into the kitchen. Once alone with her, I told her that her half an hour was long gone and that we really needed to go home, plus I explained that I felt really tipsy – and quite unwell. She then shocked me, testing our friendship, as she admitted that she now actually wanted to stay for the whole night as Naz seemed really nice and then she began to literally beg me to stay over with her, putting a huge guilt trip onto my slender shoulders, saying that she shouldn't be left alone in a strange house with two guys for a whole night. I knew that it would be wrong to stay, but I also knew that I didn't want her left here all alone, it was an awful predicament to be placed in and I really didn't know what to do for the best – but she was adamant that she wasn't coming home with me.
It was a stalemate, as we stared at each other in the kitchen, neither willing to give in, so with a heavy heart, I reluctantly agreed to stay despite telling her that if my fiancée knew that I was doing this, even for her, he’d go absolutely mad!

  Within minutes Claire and Naz had headed off to the master bedroom, hand in hand, leaving me alone in the lounge with Ash. I told him politely and firmly that I had agreed to stay over, but only for Claire's sake, as a favour to my best friend, so I then asked him, “Where can I sleep then?”

  “We have a spare room...”

  “I think I'd rather bed down here on the sofa, if you have any spare bedding?” I replied adamantly.

  “I wouldn't know where to look, sorry – it's not my house.” he replied.

  Reluctantly, I said “Well you'd better show me where this spare room is then?”

  He guided me up the stairs, to the bedroom next to the one Claire was in and showed me the double bed, my head was really spinning after walking up the stairs and despite my initial reservations, I was staggering and giggling a bit – as he had tripped in-front of me whilst trying to lead me up the stairs. In another moment of sobriety, I turned and asked him where he planned to sleep and he explained that there were only two bedrooms and then explained that he was a ‘gentleman’ so I had nothing to worry about. He sat on the corner of the bed, and even spoke again about how much he fancied Holly and asked whether I thought I could ‘fix him up' with her to meet her for coffee the following day.