Valerie - Pt 1 Why don't you come on over?
Things had gone at a lightning pace ever since he reconnected with Valerie and now here he was naked on his knees, well, naked apart from a black stretch hood, head between beautifully shaped stocking clad thighs, tongue lapping at her lips and up around her clit as she bucked her hips into his face and held his head by a handful of hair, with Valerie behind spanking his bottom. Cunt licking and counting at the same time isn't particularly easy but he was in heaven.
So, if Valerie was spanking him who was using his tongue you may ask?
Let me try and explain how all this came about before I reveal her identity.
This series contains Dominant females and their submissive male all over the age of consent, and themes of domination, cunnilingus, creampies, fuck-licking, bondage and spanking. If this isn't to your taste then perhaps you shouldn't continue.
Several years before the events above he had met Valerie, a year younger, at a party at the house next door to her's. Although he'd ended up making out with her at that party they didn't take it any further and in fact the hostess at the party, Valerie's best friend Rosie, had her eye on him. They then went out for a few weeks but he got deployed for five long months and when he came home for a bit of leave and to commence college it came to an end. It wasn't that he wanted out but her mother was a fucking headache and as they made out in front of the fire one night the bitch came up to the flat from the ex serviceman's club below, which her parents ran, and embarrassed him by saying something inane, in fact downright stupid: "Well if she can have a kiss so can I." He tried to hide his erection, it was still in his jeans but post peck after the bitch had left the room her daughter went fucking ballistic saying "why didn't you turn over, she just wanted to make sure you didn't have your cock out!" She screamed at him to leave, which he did, walking the few hundred yards to the bus station to get back to the next town where his college was and simply never went back. Never explained, never phoned, never took her calls on the public phone in the hall of residence. He decided to buy a motorbike which meant he didn't even have to go into town when he went home at weekends, hopefully didnt have to see her.
He was soon introduced a friend of his mate's girlfriend, a slim crazy blonde, and although the sex was great it was totally vanilla and he wanted something else, something more.
Stupidly, after another couple of deployments he bumped into a friend of hers who said she really wanted to see him again and he got in touch, going in to where she worked, subsequently resuming where they'd left off, or so he thought, but naively failed to realise that she was all about revenge and two timed him with her boss during the week while he was at college. Her boss lived out of town and so was out of the way at the weekend when college finished. He only found out after his motorbike had been stolen by some scrotes and he had to take the bus on an Easter Monday, a national holiday, to go back to college for a short firefighting course and saw them together. Instead of just walking away with dignity intact he confronted them, violence ensued, and then he walked away.
Needless to say he never ever forgave her.
Pre that bitch, shortly after he'd reached the age of consent he'd become involved with a couple of older women, both teachers, about a decade older than him, who had introduced him to BDSM, with him firmly in the submissive role. They had trained him to serve them and he'd learned things he hadn't even fantasised about, but which definitely became part of his sexuality.
Both of those ladies had a thing about younger guys and I suppose he outgrew their demographic and it had ended when they moved away to teach elsewhere.
It was then that he got back together with the bitch, who sadly wasn't really into being Dominant.
After that and with him sworn off women he had succumbed to a married lady, maybe 7 or 8 years his senior who had innocently asked "what would you say if I asked you to go to bed with me?"
Now you have to remember he was sworn off women so had to think long and hard before answering. Approximately 0.75 seconds later he whispered "Yes." In hindsight it was fucking dreadful or more like dreadful fucking. He had a couple of flings with married women after that one-nighter, more accurately one-afternooner, one with an incredibly gorgeous and quite filthy girl, two years older and another with a newly wed, a year younger, who while not as beautiful, was a really great fuck and whose cunt he always thought of as two butterflies fighting on a rose. Kneeling by the side of the bed, her long fingers gripping a handful of his long blond hair, her hips bucking against his mouth, his tongue in her vagina then swirling around her clit was heavenly.
And so a year on from those happenings and him back for further studies he bumped into Valerie in the middle of the afternoon: petite with gorgeous curves, shoulder length straight brown hair and very sexy glasses. Whoever said men don't make passes at girls who wear glasses was quite frankly a fucking idiot.
Her first words, considering it was 4 or 5 years on since they'd met were "I'm so sorry about what she did to you," meaning Rosie her bitch of a friend. "I told her not to but she didn't listen. She just wanted to reel you in then humiliate you, like she thought you'd done to her. But I suppose she didn't think you'd slap her and break his nose."
That was the first he'd heard about breaking her bosses nose. He'd only punched him once, which resulted in her boss falling into someone's front garden then left, and in retrospect it was not something he was proud of, but you do stupid things in your youth, even though he was twenty at the time.
He compounded the stupidity by replying "oh that's ok. Bye." and turned to walk away. Valerie shouted his nickname but he'd moved on from using that childish moniker and turned back telling her "I'm not called that now". She stepped towards him and put her hand on his chest "I'm glad, I never liked it." She said with a smile, a smile he couldn't help return. The wink however was unexpected and the kiss on his cheek even more so. "I told her you weren't right together, but her being her wasn't about to let me have you." She whispered in his ear.
He was taken aback, yes they'd kissed years before, he'd even squeezed her full firm breast but it had never gone beyond that.
"You know, she wouldn't even let me write to you while you were away, wouldn't give me your address. Not even after she dumped you, not even after she got married."
Technically she hadn't dumped him, she'd two-timed him and he'd dumped her, but he knew what she meant and even though it riled him now he wouldn't have been in the right frame of mind to get it on with Valerie. However, now the bitch had married 'broken nose' and moved a hundred miles away, that much he had heard, nothing stood in the way of them getting together.
"Do you want to get a drink or are you working?" he asked nodding at the office uniform she wore. He recognised it as one of the banks he used, but seldom used.
"Yes to the drink and No, the banks closed." In those days banks closed at three or three thirty. He supposed it was to process cheques and paperwork up until 5 pm but didn't ask why she was finished for the day.
"Instead of a drink we could always go back to mine."
She registered his surprise and so added "and have a nice chat in private not in some pub."
He smiled and replied "yes of course."
He didn't have a car and had never replaced the stolen motorbike so they walked to the bus station, her linking him as they went, it felt natural and rather nice and she was both kind and amusing. The bus ride was only ten minutes or so and in a quarter of an hour they were at her front door. She explained en route that her father was away most of the time in his capacity as a Union official but that his recently widowed sister, her Auntie Emma had moved in with them.
Emma had been like a mother to her ever since Valerie's own mother had died when she was a teenager, but she and her husband had lived about 40 miles away near his paper mill. Sadly her husband had had a heart attack when Emma was at work, she taught accounting at the College in the next city, and she found him when she returned home. So Emma at forty was a widow, a quite wealthy widow, Uncle being in business, which Aunt Emma had little interest in, other than in the books and so became a silent partner which was quite lucrative. She sold their big house became mortgage and debt free and moved into her brother's large terraced house.
Valerie turned the key in the black wooden door and called out Emma's name, but there was silence: she wasn't home. She turned her head and said "Aunty Em's rules, no shoes in the house." He kicked off his ankle boots, sans spurs which he hadn't really liked but still had at home and followed her inside.
The second the door clicked shut Valerie pushed him against the wall, pulling his head down to latch onto his mouth. The kiss was electric almost violent and she immediately began to unbutton his shirt, working down to his snakeskin belt and black jeans. Once unbuttoned and unzipped she slid her right hand down inside his dark green Thai silk boxers, pausing briefly to break the kiss momentarily to murmur "mmm nice" before thrusting her tongue back into his mouth.
He expected her to wrap her hand around his cock but she seemed to brush his erection aside and gripped his hairy scrotum, squeezing his balls until he groaned into the kiss, which she continued for a minute before breaking off and withdrawing her hand. His trousers and boxers were around his ankles and she looked down at his feet. "May as well kick them off." She stepped up two steps on the stairs until they were roughly the same height. "And the shirt." He shrugged it off his shoulders and it fell on top of his jeans and pants.
She pulled him in for another kiss before breaking it and looking directly into his eyes. "I'm going to be straight with you. Rosie said a lot about you, mainly on her hen night to all the girls who were there. I didn't like it and told her so."
"Like what?"
"She said you had a nice cock."
"Ok. I can live with that."
"Nice but not as big as she was used to. And that she liked sitting on your face."
"We never really did that." adding in his head "other than in a 69."
"She said that if you hadn't spoilt everything she would have carried on fucking you, right up until the hen night."
"Hmm, bit difficult." He wasn't even in the country and only found out she was getting married in a letter from Mick, his best friend from school, a golf fanatic who he hadn't seen for three years but to whom he had sent a postcard when he had found himself golfing abroad. Mick didn't even know they had been back together but had bumped into her and her fiancé in a pub near where they both lived, or rather where their parents lived.
Valerie continued: "And she said she would have sat on your face on the morning of the wedding then fucked you off."
"Again a bit difficult as I wasn't even in the country for the three months before she got married. So basically she was full of shit."
"Which wouldn't be very nice if she was sitting on your face" Valerie added with a smirk. "She also told the girls you were a kinky bastard."
"In what way exactly?"
"She said you liked being spanked." She replied with a quizzically raised eyebrow.
"Well..."
"And do you?"
"Well that much is true."
"Oh right! Is that something you'd like me to do?"
"Is it something you're into?"
"I'd never say never, not if it's something you'd like."
She turned on her heels and began to walk upstairs.
