An Update Story

First of all. Can I sincerely thank all of you who have 'liked' & who have 'favoured' and/or are 'following' me, because

A) I'm glad people are doing so,

B) It's really pissing Pete off, because... well just because! Ha:-)

Also, I must point out all persons mentioned in the following are of legal age, some well passed it!

Thank you. Jessica.

Ping!

It's five past seven. Two hours after he dropped me off at home, that's the second text message from him, not looked at either, and I'm waiting for Pete to ring me!

I've loaded the washer, had a ham salad sandwich, now sipping my second glass of white wine, and wondering what to do this evening. I'm on my own, don't expect the girls in till 11pm at the earliest, and I'm fed up!

The truth be known, I so enjoyed this afternoon, a much younger man giving me orders, a much older man seeing me near-nude, blowing a black cock, and to be told to get out and show the old bloke my nakedness, and I know if ordered I'd have blown him also, and as to me cumming like that, so hard that I squirted, soaking my panties, ruining a dress, possibly ruining Kevin's seat cover!

And surprisingly, I had no cock, real or not, fucking me to make me cum like that, just lust & my fingers.

Just as l was pouring yet another large glass of white wine, emptying the box, (If I need another one I will have to open the last new box. Pete will bring more cheap Liebfraumilch or Blue Nun, maybe something better, if it's on discount sale, I'll remind him when he rings me at 8pm!)

Ping! O, it's from Peter and reads,

'Off out with lads and hotel staff, ring tmr 8ut! luv u.XXX'

(The 8ut= your time!)

So Pete's off out enjoying himself for the night, the girls are out for the evening having fun, and what the fucking hell am I doing? I'm here, five to eight on a Friday night, in my kimono and pair of panties, fed up, slowly getting pissed, and- now that's an idea, I'll have another glass of white!

Sitting on the sofa, sipping my wine, I remembered Kevin's messages, so I pick up my phone, unlock it, and read the single word written, 'Slut'.

(sent at 6.05) There was also an attachment, opening it and see it was a short clip that was of me saying,

'I love being your slut!' looped to repeat 3 times!

So you still wanna be my slut this evening, yes?

You need my cock, my cock needs you, yes?

You're going to love what I have planned for you tonight!

The second text read,

If yes, your outfit tonight is your choice but, you're only allowed to wear three items, suitable for the following!

We are going for a drink so I can check the three items, btw, I liked the bra!

and then onto a party that I know will have good sounds to dance to!

Then back to mine, where you will give me a lap dance, and slowly strip naked, I'm gonna used all your holes tonight so plan on staying over!'

It's 35 mins since he sent that and I text him back, saying I can't, I'm married, my husband, and what do I tell the family.

I can't just go out on a whim, now can I?

But the fact was, the things he was saying got me going, him telling me what to wear, things he wanted to do to me, although I'm not into anal, only ever letting Pete do that on very rare occasions, as a reward, and then only if he can get hard enough to do it that is, besides he doesn't hurt fucking me there, being only of his size!

But, I mean to say, I'm a married girl of 23, feeling very much alone here on a Friday night, I'm already partly pissed and horny again, and the idea of a carefree night out would probably do me good, and if it resulted in me having yet another orgasm like that one earlier today, then wow!

Yeah, I'm up for that!

Ping!

'So make up some excuse to tell them!

Try telling that wimp husband that you're going out to get a real man, to get a real fucking, with a real cock, a BBC!

Should I come tell him for you?'

I text him back quickly,

No, don't come here again tonight, the neighbours' might see you, and where are you taking me, who's party, where? I would like to have a good time again but can't be seen with you locally, I'll get into so much trouble being out with a student!

Ping! 'It's 7.50 now be ready by 8.30? meet you outside, put coat on!'

No, wait, where going to? what to wear? need time to get ready, 9pm same car park?

Ping! 'Taking you to W******, wear only the three items, look sexy, with heels! You'll have your good time, be in demand dancing!

9 sharp! Don't be late slut, or get detention!'

I text him back,

'You promise? and a 'smiley face'

Then I raced upstairs to get ready, feeling like a girl going on first date, in the bedroom I took off my kimono and panties, noticing that I was getting wet down there already, rushed into bathroom, peed then got into the shower, removing the shower head to wash boobs down to feet, rinsed off, dried and back into bedroom all in under 10 minutes, then I sat in front of the mirror repairing my earlier makeup, brushing my red hair to its usual glossy shine, but did see a couple of split ends!

Ping!

My phone lay on the bed, another message saying,

'You told the wimp then, he given you any problem?'

Quick text back saying, No, he's in Spain this week, so didn't need to ask!

Ping!

'Good, I could come and fuck you there then?'

No, I want to go dancing now, you said so, you promised me a good time!

Ping! 'You will have a good time slut, that I promise now hurry, I'm hard now!'

Ping! 'See!

I opened the attachment to see a picture of young Kevin, in the reflection of a mirror, open red shirt, jeans unzipped, his cock isn't hard, but is hanging curved out a couple of inches clear of big low hung testicles!'

Those balls, that cock, wow, Pete's balls don't hang at all, remaining close up to his body, when he tucks them up inside himself, there is no loose skin to show, he does it often before putting his panties on, and when he pushes his little man down between his legs, it pulls the skin, his balls form a feminine mound with a crease that a first glance can look like a young girls slit, even more so now I keep him shaved down there, well, from ears down really, he looks so cute in the tight grey boy-shorts I got him for work, but I actually prefer him in white lacy ones, well, any colour really, but he hates the pink ones, but will wear any colour I give him!

Quick text back to him, a single word, "Gorgeous!"

Pulling on my own white lacy thong, and a similar soft white lacy bra, fairly sheer, it is possible without my dress on to see my darker areola around my rapidly hardening nips, that do show poking the lace, forming clearly seeable points!

Opening my wardrobe and almost immediately spot a white lace midi-dress, last worn on holiday in Turkey last year.

It is a white lace, midi-length, heavily patterned dress, with very wide sleeves that are sheer soft lace, as is the back, sheer to the waist, the front is a round-necked top with a draw-string tied in a bow, like a shoelace, showing a lot of boob, a patterned lace bodice, that buttons starting just under my bust, from the top one down every 2" to mid-thigh where it becomes fairly plain lace with a scalloped bottom edge.

I'd have liked to have worn dark thigh-highs with this dress, but orders are orders, he told me three items only bra, thong, and my dress, that's the three!

With just 10 minutes to spare, I dab a spot of my 'Intense' perfume behind my ears, between my boobs, and a fingertip between buttons of my dress I put a spot on my mound, just where my thong top is. Well--

One lives in hope! hehe!

Downstairs, quick half a glass of white, then put my bag with a shoulder strap on, that has my phone, taxi fare, panic alarm, (Pete, got it for me in Paris!) then slipped on a tan, 3/4 coat, then my 2" white low-heels on, front door key to lock up with, it's 9.02 so now running late as I set off.

Making my way down the road towards the supermarket, it is already starting to go dark as I pass the local park, it's more a gardens, a place to sit quietly during the day when it is opened daily 8am to 6pm.

I once had a naughty experience in there with a couple of old men, I'd just starting thinking about that when waiting to cross the main road at the other end of the park when I heard a car horn, then saw Kevin slowing down to pull up beside me, so getting in the nearside, he is saying to me,

"You're late, what took you so long? I was just coming to collect you, we're gonna be late and you better hope that they wait for me."

"Well, you didn't give me much time to get ready did you, So who is waiting?"

"Ha bitch, try read messages when I send 'em, don't wait couple of hours to read what I tell you to do, we could already be there having some fun, so next time, just read them."

So, he is already thinking about next time, why does he think I'd want a next time, I may not enjoy his plan for tonight, just because we had a bit of fun earlier, I mean, that just sort of happened spontaneously, and was fun, bloody hell yeah!

Whereas--this, this suddenly going out, god knows where, meeting god knows who, and why?

Because he says so, this young man, telling me what to do, what to wear, when to wear it--or not, as the case may be, trying to be masterful but not quite pulling it off, he's too young, to inexperienced yet to dominate me, and I can still refuse him, refuse to carry out his orders.

But refuse his big cock? Who the hell am I kidding? Yes, I love to do naughty things, yes, I am an exhibitionist, and yes, I am slightly submissive to bbc.

With Pete's encouragement, and obvious enjoyment of my flirting with bigger men, watching as I dance in a provocative way, teasing, usually men, but other girls too, anyone in fact who kept up with me dancing, Peter also encouraged me to make out with black guys I fancied, got excited when I was fondled, exposed, even fingered by other men in public, watched and said nothing.

Once,when in a club partying with a group of four guys we'd met earlier, one who's birthday it was, had almost stripped me naked, got me sucking his huge cock under the table (in the club!) Cumming loads in my mouth, only minutes later that guys older brother became the first man, other than Peter ever to fuck me, that first bbc began a huge change in our marriage, that led to our present status!

As we were leaving to club, I was taken into a storeroom, and told to blow him as well, he'd unzipped himself, dragging out what seemed like a firehose, looked 9 to 10 inches of black cock, taking that into my mouth, managing only the head, I told Peter to fuck me from behind but he cum before he could even get it in, So I turned around, kissed Pete, held on to his shoulders as this huge cock fucked me hard forcing me to orgasm twice before shooting a massive load into my tight cunt.

I suddenly notice we're pulling onto a gravel carpark, the thump-thump of music stopped as the car did, Kevin telling me to,

"Get out, let's hope they're still waiting,"

I climb out the car, start to take my coat off when again, he tells me,

"Leave it on, we're not stopping, show me later, when we get there!"

So leaving my bag on the back seat and as we head into the pub, I undo the buttons of my coat, leaving it to hang loose.

Just inside the door there was two other doors, marked Bar & Salon, he nodded towards the Salon door telling me to,

"Wait in there, I'll see if they're still here!"

I go though into the Salon, two L shaped corner bench seats with small round tables and a single chair to each, at the one corner table three old men played dominoes, two glancing up as I enter, by the door and nearest to the little bar, another round table and two chairs I sat at that one to wait, but Kevin came in cursing because we had missed them and that was my fault!

The barmaid interrupted his go at me, asking what we wanted to drink!

He didn't ask me what I'd like he just told her,

"vodka & orange twice with ice" then back to me saying,

"You caused us to miss out on a party, I should take you back & make you do without tonight, it's your loss missing out on all the cock you'd need, pay her when she comes back, I gotta take a leak!"

Shit, I've spoilt Kevin's evening, made him miss a party & probably made him lose face with his friends, made him mad at me, and after all the fun he has given me-the pleasure, omg, the orgasms!

I can't explain the guilt, but I feel so bad for him,

I have to make this better for him, but how?

He returned, drank his vodka orange, then he said,

"Come on drink up, I'll take you home!

Then he then turned and left, I quickly neck my drink, not really a lover of vodka but not wasting it, besides 'dutch courage' maybe needed, but in what way, I don't know yet!

Outside, Kevin is beside his car, on his phone, I can hear him, 'Answer, come on pick up this fucking time,'

Putting his phone in his top pocket muttering 'fuck it'.

"Won't even answer the phone now, and I had plans, they needed to just see you, but can't now!"

"I'm sorry Kevin, there must be something I can do, anything, there must be something we can do?

After this afternoon--you making me a slut, so use me, your slut!"

At that moment I had no idea what I was doing or going to do, but just then, saying that, shit I was turning myself on, and I thought yes, that's it, I'll be a slut for him and blow him, suck him dry on the way back!

Taking my coat off as Kevin 'blipped' the car doors, I opened the back door, lay my coat across the back, covering my bag, then opened the front door to get in, when he said,

"Stop, let me see you properly, go stand ten feet in front of the car!"

Doing as he told me, but thinking it's way too dark to see me really, when he put his headlights on full beam, dah--I hadn't thought of that, oh my gosh I'm becoming a bimbo, a redheaded one at that!

Why didn't I think of that, and why am I getting wet just thinking of sucking that big hard cock, swallowing his junk, all of it!

I never think of doing that with Pete nowadays, not since after his birthday, but then, hear Kevin saying,

"Good girl, now you is learning, and I'm love the fact that I can see you're only wearing three items like I told you to, guess you do like being a slut, but-- who's slut are you bitch, 'eh?

Ok bitch, get in and talk to me, we'll head back!"

Getting in the car as he starts it up, I so love this car, so roomy, he told me on the way here that it has 7 seats, but I see only the 5, he also told me that if he folds all the seats down it's a double bed, I didn't believe him but he promised to show me one day, but the front seats are so comfy I could sleep in the front easily, but Kevin interrupted my thoughts on his lovely C4 double bed in the back story by saying to me,

"So, the wimpy guy I've seen you with at the pool a couple of times, I see you speak to him more than once, he was there again the other day, always watching you when you're chatting with anyone! Your hubby? Or Is he just some perv that enjoys watching you, especially when your bum eats your costume?"

"I speak to all sorts people at the gym including you, several students, and their parents too!

I'm not sure which wimp you mean, as more than one go to that gym or pool, maybe if you could give me a clue, anything notable about this pervert, colour of his overcoat for a start, ha, joking yeah!"

"I'm sure I've seen him outside school at least once,

I saw him getting into a tatty van in the supermarket carpark where I met you last time, so you think he might be a stalker, or do you actually know him? You're not married to that twerp are you?

Wouldn't have thought him your type!"

Realising It's Peter he is talking about, my husband, but why is he asking me questions about Pete? Why suddenly is he asking these questions.

I certainly don't want him knowing anything Peter, or our lifestyle, so, as we're only half way back I needed to take his mind away from this 'wimpy twerp', whom I'm sure he does mean Peter.

So putting my right hand on his thigh and walking my fingers across his bulge, at the same time as undoing the bottom buttons of my dress.

"Whoa, you getting desperate for some black cock now slut but tell me, just who's slut are you Jessica?"

"You know who's slut I am, I'm your slut Kevin, only yours, and I'm desperate only for your big black cock in my mouth, desperate to taste your cum again so please, stop talking and take me somewhere."

Now I'm rubbing his substantial hardness as he begins to slow saying,

"Wait, fuck--let me find somewhere safe to pull in off the road, then you can have it all in your mouth, down your throat, okay slut?"

As he is looking for somewhere, he lifted my hand off his cock, then said,

"Wait, how about my place, it'll take 30minutes to get there and we'd have a bed to use?"

All the time he was saying that, I'd undone my seatbelt, setting the beeper off, I quickly turn, plugging it back in behind as I leaned back against my door lifting my right foot onto his shoulder, at the same time telling him that,

"No way can I last that long, I kept you waiting and you missed the party, and I want to make that up to you, please don't make me wait too long Kevin, I'm so hot for you, I want to be your slut now."

He glanced across at me, dress wide open, my one hand has scooped both tits out of my bra cups, I'm holding one boob up, trying to flick my hard nipple with my tongue, my other hand is almost covering my thong, with my legs in the position they are, it's easy to run my left thumb under the side edge to lightly touch my wet slit, smearing my own wetness over my clitoris, making me gasp!

I felt the car swerve a little bit, rapidly slowing then we're pulling off the main rd, Kevin saying,

"This will have to do, fucking wait a second slut,"

Then, in quick succession, he braked, stopped behind a lorry parked up for the night and switched off, lights go off, his seat suddenly laid back to rest on the rear seat, Kevin is pushing his opened jeans down passed his knees, but with him doing all that and me not having a seatbelt on, had caused me to roll forward, my right knee hit the steering wheel, my left hand, thumb still flicking my clit as my middle finger plugged almost fully inside me hit the short stumpy gearstick.

I had to roll back and just as quickly got up onto my knees, plunging my mouth straight down over the head of Kevin's cock, taking that head fully, then backed off it, spat, flicked my thumb over the head, slid my hand down the full length as I lowered my mouth back over it.

Taking 4" on that first down stroke, lifting up trying to get more spit into my mouth, keeping the pinkish head inbetween my lips, dribbling spit over it before sinking down 4" then swallowing twice quickly in succession, getting that head just into my throat, I gagged, lifted off, then down again swallow,gag lift, twice more I tried, Kevin is lifting his hips also, then just as suddenly my mouth fills with hot cum, I have to swallow rapidly to get it all down.

When Kevin finally stopped pulsing cum, my lips tight around this beautiful black cock, I'm slowly dragging my mouth ensuring I got every last drop of his cum, finally lifting off, my following hand forced out that very last tiny bead, I flick it up on my tongue.

Sitting almost upright, twisting so I could lean back against the door, firstly, my thong is torn, hanging to one side ruined, also I notice my bra is now undone at the front so took it off altogether to put with my coat, Kevin is still laid back, eyes closed, told me to pull the lever, put your seat down, so I did.

He had half turned towards me, ran a hand up the nearest leg to him, his fingertips stroke over my clit, knocking my hand out of the way, I spread wider, he ripped what was left of my panties off me, saying,