Chapter 1 - I'm going without.
My career was going really well. It was going so well I was not finding any time for a social life. Well a little time for a social life but no time for a sex life. I met plenty of men, was attracted to some but never found the time to get to know them better.
My longest standing girlfriend was my best friend. We were so different. Jan was a social girl and if you believed half of what she said, and I did, she was enjoying the men. Enjoying lots of men. When I complained about my lack of action she told me that I only had myself to blame. One particular day she was really buzzing. I knew it had to be due to something that she had enjoyed sexually. I also knew she was desperate to tell me all about it. We agreed to meet at the pub on the Friday night. At least if I was not getting any action myself I could enjoy some secondhand action if as I suspended I would be treated to a blow-by-blow account of hers.
If listening to a very detailed account of sexual action was what I was after Jan certainly delivered. Even though the pub was noisy she managed to find us a table where we could talk without being too overheard. She set the scene telling me she was enjoying a passionate time with an older man. I didn't ask but it became reasonably obvious that this man was married. She said due to only being able to get together once during most weeks the sex was often frenetic but all the more enjoyable for that. The man in question (Stan) usually delivered the dominant forceful sex that Jan always admitted was what she enjoyed the best. It was as she described how she loved the lack of control that being dominated and even used in unpredictable ways that what she was saying struck a deep chord with me.
The most memorable single night I could remember was when a one-night stand had been a complete "a-hole" and taken me twice with a forcefulness that verged on the violent. I had hated him but the sex had been the best ever. There was no way I had trusted him enough to see him again but I had always sought to reproduce the devastating arousal and sexual response that I had enjoyed that night. I had never enjoyed a relationship since that night where I could trust a partner enough to share what I thought I was looking for.
Jan described how she had enjoyed early sessions with Stan where he had dominated her strongly and it involved tying her up. These early sessions had excited her greatly but she felt they could be even better. When she talked to him about being excited by the idea of her being fucked much more aggressively while tied up she had clearly been pushing against an open door. The bondage became more significant, the domination much more controlling and the fucking much more aggressive. She said she found it hard to admit to herself how exciting she found it. Stan could not miss the increased strength of her orgasms during these sessions or the fact that she was able to cum at least twice every time. Jan had not given me much lurid details initially but she could sense my enthusiasm to hear more. She was more right than she could have imagined. I wanted to hear it all as I registered that my pussy was twitching uncontrollably as I tried to visualize what she was saying. It became easier to visualize as she described in great detail what had happened when they had last met. I have tried to repeat as closely as possible her words.
We had developed a kind of foreplay/permission. It involved us standing and facing each other. He would always keep me waiting before he would slap me across the cheek with his right hand. I was allowed to say only one word. I knew I could say stop or any word and he would listen. His slap was very firm and my answer was an immediate and simple "more". He undressed me seeming to take pleasure as if seeing my body for the first time. He looked deeply into my eyes as I stood with only my panties left covering me. His hands found a nipple each and he was far from gentle as he rolled them both while pulling them away from my body. I felt pain, sensual pain, the sort of pain that moistens my pussy and agitates my clit. No man understands my relationship with pain and arousal like Stan.
There was no rush as he crushed my erect rubbery nipples pulling them further and further away from my chest. I was getting thoroughly aroused and he had not even touched my pantie-covered pussy. Suddenly everything changed he flung me down on my back on the bed. His cock was out of his trousers in seconds before he pulled my panties to one side and buried himself with his first two thrusts balls deep into my very receptive pussy. It took my breath away. He was violently raping me except for one fact and that was we both knew I was loving it. Somehow the fact that he was still fully dressed and my panties were still in place just made it feel more dangerous, dirtier and more arousing.
Stan and I had used the missionary position before. It was our least favorite position to finish in as particularly for me I found it almost impossible to orgasm in. He fucked me hard and fast gripping my backside to give him plenty of purchase. The aggression was lovely. I was extremely aroused and as usual in this position was soon soaking the bed underneath me. This lubrication meant that as violent as he was being there was no danger of me becoming sore. As he fucked me he called me names, names that if I had not been on the end of his beautiful hard cock I would have wanted to slap him for.
Least favorite position or not we both sensed that I for one was beginning to build towards a climax. He clearly was not going to let me enjoy an orgasm that easily. He quickly took his clothes off and climbed into a 69 position. His erection was close to my face and I anticipated his mouth finding my swollen clit. I was very wrong he slapped my pussy hard sending fluids in every direction. It took a few seconds for me to feel my clit start to sting. Six or more slaps followed in quick succession. They stung and made me feel like my clit was now massive but they did not threaten to make me cum. I found the purple head of his cock with my mouth and sucked it in as far as the position allowed. Now his tongue found my pulsing clit and sucked it hard. I was immediately on my way to an orgasm before he withdrew his mouth and landed half a dozen more stingers.
Both my mind and my body were fully aroused but for some reason I did not cum. He seemed to know my body better than me. He told me he was now going to fuck me hard and long. I almost cried with joy as he got me up on my knees, lined me up with the mirror so that I could see him behind me and drove into me with one deep lunge. Just as I had not been able to cum a minute earlier now I couldn't stop myself. Usually I need my clit played with before I can climax but this was completely unnecessary on this occasion. I saw stars in front of my eyes as my body exploded violently. There were only half a dozen very strong spasms that made up this short orgasm. Stan seemed to only just be getting into his swing and I thought I had finished. That was until without thinking about it my fingers found my tender clit. I had never felt it so big and it was very sensitive, almost too sensitive. I had to rub it firmly as I was fucked hard from behind. I could tell that Stan was beginning to work towards his orgasm. Just as I thought I was going to cum for a second time I was gutted as I lost it. Now firm rubbing of my clit turned to frenetic rubbing and as he announced he was going to cum this tipped me over. This time there was nothing brief about it, the pounding of my swollen dripping pussy took a grip on my whole body and I screamed throughout this near painful long orgasmic seizure. My god I can't wait for Sunday.
By the time she finished telling me about this encounter with Stan I was sitting in panties that were soaked through and pulled so tight they were trying to split me in two. I had a very full bladder but that was not why I quickly excused myself to go to the ladies. I had the vision of Jan being fucked senseless from behind as it took me less than a minute to orgasm with my panties still wedged between my pussy lips rubbing hard against my excited clit.
Jan laughed at me when I returned saying, "did you really have an orgasm that quickly?" I briefly tried to deny it but she said she didn't believe me. I wasn't sure what she was doing as she took hold of my hand. She held it up to her face before drawing a deep breath and then taking three of my fingers into her mouth. She sucked them as if removing hot chocolate from them. When she released them she said I tasted delicious. I stopped making any attempt to deny my masturbation. Later I cried when I realized that I had just enjoyed my best orgasm in months in a pub toilet by myself. What a sad loser.
Chapter 2 - I get mine at last.