Gillian part 1 - tastes as good as she looks.
Gillian had a veracious sexual appetite, well not with her boring husband who was a strictly missionary wham bam 3 minute fuck, with no imagination nor any bedroom etiquette or skill.
I first got to know her when we were teenagers when her first engagement which happened to be to her husband's friend had run its course and then more or less fell into another relationship. Was it love? Maybe on his part but she was not inclined to be faithful, preferring to satisfy her appetite with me and I suspect a number of lovers, when I was away earning a living.
She was quite attractive but I only became interested in her once she had grabbed me by my shirt in the foyer of a local hotel on a night out and pulled my face close to her. "So, what is it with you then? Don't you fancy me?"
I quietly replied that I had no idea she liked me.
"Well when you say like, if you mean I'd like you to fuck me, then yes, I like you." She replied with a sweet smile, finishing with a peck on the mouth.
Once I had my own place, a spacious two bed flat in a Victorian house then it became much easy for us to get together, which we did a few afternoons a week.
At first it was fairly vanilla, well very vanilla, but with her indulging me in my fetish of stockings, suspenders and high heels with some really good extended oral sessions. I must say it had surprised me when her husband, on a lads night out, had said he didn't like the taste of her cunt and never went down on her which he justified by saying that she didn't like cock sucking anyway so it was just as well.
I say surprised because the first time I had sex with her she proved that this was a lie and I found her enthusiasm for cock sucking outweighed her lack of practice, and I was more than happy to get on my knees and lick her to orgasm, a very noisy orgasm, followed by a good hard fuck. I tried to hold back my orgasm which shocked her as she thought it was because I didn't fancy her enough to fill her cunt with cum. But, I explained it was not that at all, but because I wanted the session to go on and we developed a quite lovely system, you might say whereby she told me, well more like ordered me, to ask for her permission to come, which really turned me on and perversely made me more likely to come, but invariably she denied me her permission until she was quite ready to have her cunt filled with hot, thick spunk. The first time that she having denied me permission to come then grabbed a handful of my blond locks and pushed me back to my knees was a revelation for both of us and she soon came for a second time that afternoon.
Throughout that second oral worship she gripped my hair tightly and when she came it was not not only noisy (thankfully those Victorians built houses with thick walls) but had her thrashing around on the bed. She pushed my head away from her cunt but held onto my hair while she regained her composure and her laboured breathing returned to normal. I myself was breathless and happy to just kneel by the side of the bed and fill my head with the beautiful smell of her cunt, the taste of her creamy cum still on my tongue.
Once she had composed herself I asked her if I could fuck her now but she said that her husband had also asked to fuck her that evening, and even explained that though she knew it would be over in a flash she didn't want to be sore come bedtime. I can't say I wasn't disappointed but when she told me to stand and turn around then she put my hands behind my back and tied them with her discarded tights my cock was throbbing, the veins standing out. She wasn't the first woman to do this to me but the first had been a much older woman called Doreen who had been keen to spank me. I wasn't at all sure but Doreen was quite insistent that it would be good for both of us and so I relented. At first she raked her long nails over my cheeks and turning me to my left had gripped my cock then dug her nails in making me cry out, for which she chastised me. Her left hand moved down my cock and cupped my testicles. Then she took me completely by surprise by gripping my scrotum, digging her nails in behind my testicles while simultaneously digging the nails of her right hand into my right cheek. I must admit it was exquisite as was she, and whatever oral skill I had came entirely from her education. I was so disappointed when she moved away to live with her daughter, and although I had written to her giving her my new house phone number (this was pre-mobiles) she, at the time of this story, had yet to call. But I lived in hope.
Back to Gillian, and as she tied my wrists together it took me back to my time with Doreen but when she pulled the tights harder and tied them tighter than Doreen ever had it had brought me back to the present. When she told me to turn round I only turned ninety degrees to my left but she gripped my right hip and pulled me round to face her. The words seemed to slip out of my mouth without me thinking and took her equally by surprise:
"Aren't you going to spank me?"
"Spank you?"
"I thought when you tied my hands...." I let the remaining words trail off.
There was a moments silence before she asked "Do you want me to spank you?" and another pause of a few seconds before adding "you naughty boy." The last phrase sent a shiver down my spine and I struggled to breathe deeply through my nose.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"You expected me to spank you. And I asked if you wanted me to spank you. So...."
"Yes, yes please."
"Yes please what?"
"Please will you spank me?" I managed to get the question out, one I'd asked Doreen many, many times, although it was phrased somewhat differently: "Please Miss Doreen, please may I be spanked over your knee? I beg you Miss, please spank me until my bottom is rosy red."
"Do you think you deserve to be spanked?" It could have been Doreen asking but it was Gill's voice which brought me back to the present. "Is it something you've done before?"
She didn't know anything about Doreen, no-one did and I hadn't shared it with anyone else, well not at that time anyway.
"Yes, but not for a while."
"Who used to spank you? Your mother? Or was it that Scottish slut?"
The Scottish slut in question was a young married woman I'd met through work and although none of my friends had met her I had told them of her existence, and I now suspected her husband had shared this with her.
"No, it wasn't Eileen. Someone else." I wasn't about to reveal all but ventured "An older woman I met last year."
"Hmmph!" she snorted in derision. "How can we have a proper relationship if I don't even know what you'd like to do?"
"I'm sorry Gill."
