Some readers asked that I write a sequel to the original tale and I'm glad to oblige. Although to be honest, I'd always intended writing this one in two parts anyway. I now know that it this episode will be followed by a third one.
Brenda is a mature woman of limited sexual experience. Desperation made her seek solace and she found more than she bargained for; ending up spending the night in a hotel room with two young businessmen.
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Brenda left the hotel tired and more than a little sore from her evening (and morning) with John and Barry. She had never realised that sex could be so good, or that a partner (or two) was capable of satisfying her over and over again. Indeed, she hadn't realised her own capacity for orgasms.
She found it difficult to concentrate on the work that she had to prepare for the next day. Her mind kept wandering, wondering, would she ever experience anything like this ever again?
Her mobile phone buzzed against the desk informing her that a text message had just arrived. She picked the handset up and read.
"LO, my little slut. How Ru? Sore? Want more?"
The number was unfamiliar and not one in her contact list. She immediately assumed that it must be from Barry or John, but which one? And how did he get hold of her number?
The vibration almost made her drop the phone when it happened again.
"Look what thinking bout U has done."
There was a picture attached to the message.
"So, its John is it? I'd recognise that dick anywhere," she said aloud. Her heart began to beat faster and her mouth became dry. The picture was slightly blurred, but it looked absolutely gorgeous. She could just make out a drop of moisture at the tip.
She still didn't respond though, so fifteen minutes later another message came through. This time it was a picture from the night before. The screen on her mobile wasn't very big, but she could clearly see Barry in the process of fucking her ass. She was looking back over her shoulder at him, biting her lip as if in pain, but with her eyes screwed up in ecstasy. She looked at her own body critically; perhaps a little too much flesh around the hips and her boobs had begun to become a little pendulous, but still not too bad. Obviously her two lovers thought so last night.
Without conscious thought, Brenda's hand slipped between her legs. She rubbed her pussy through her jeans for a while, but gave up in frustration. She stood up, unfastened the buttons and pushed them and her panties down to her knees. Sitting down once more, she realised that she couldn't spread her legs wide enough. Too desperate to spend more time undressing, she slithered down in the chair and then raised her feet up with her knees bent to rest on the desk. Now her fingers could slip over her ass cheeks and gain access to her labia that way. She moaned as her fingers played across her nether lips.
Two fingers were sawing in and out of her vagina rapidly now. The sloshing sounds indicated just how wet she was. She operated her mobile phone, while trying to continue the masturbation. Hardly able to concentrate, she switched it over to camera mode and attempted to capture the actions of her right hand. The result was slightly blurred, but quite clearly showed her hand, middle and index fingers inserted into a sopping wet pussy. She just managed to attach the picture as a reply before dropping the device to the ground. Within seconds it started ringing. She didn't want to stop what she was doing, but she could see on the display that it was an unknown number. She paused just long enough to reach down and grab it.
"John? It is you?" she pleaded.
The voice was hard, stern, "Stop what you are doing at once."
"What? I... I can't. I have to come."
"Stop wanking, NOW!" he shouted.
She stopped instantaneously. "I don't understand. Why?"
"Because... nobody plays with your pussy without my say so."
Brenda was taken aback. Why did he think he could order her around, stop her from playing with herself? Who the hell did he think he was?
"Since when..." she began, but John cut across her.
"Hey, I've just shown you one picture. The rest are even more juicy than that. I'm sure that you wouldn't want the Principal to see them, would you?"
"NO! I mean no, why would you do that?"
"I would only need to do it if you refused to do as I say. Now, where do you live? What's your home address?"
What had she gotten herself into? Her mind was still dazed from the nearness of climax, she simply couldn't think of what to do or say, so she meekly told him.
"Good. Now get dressed, but don't dry yourself off. I want your panties to be soaked. Understand?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Now, are you going to do exactly as I tell you?"
"Yes." She had completely capitulated.
"That's a good girl. I'm sending a friend to see you. When he knocks at your door, open it and pull him in. Push him up against the door, kneel down in front of him and give him a blowjob. When he's come in your mouth, lick him clean, dress him and shove him out of the door again. Understood?"
"What? But... I can't... I mean you..." her voice petered out to silence.
"Just do as you are told, or else." The phone went dead.
Fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang. Brenda peeked through the peephole. The man standing there was of average height. Not bad looking and wearing a nice suit. She considered ignoring the caller -- for all of two seconds. She had no choice, so she took a deep breath and opened the door.
