Chapter 4 Movie Night
Anna and Adelina host a bizarre movie night
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The story picks up from chapter three as Anna has some solo adventures of her own while away on a business trip. Anna and Adelina's conquests continue to add up, and the story culminates with Anna discovering the truth about the twins.)
When I got home, David wasn't so much upset with me, as he was worried. I managed to assure him I was alright through a lie that I had spent the whole day at Julia's where she talked me back down to earth. I smoothed it over further by pushing him into the bedroom then ripping off his clothes and riding him like a bronco. I needed to get off since I just had two swelling orgasms cut short prematurely.
Monday morning came like a sledgehammer. At seven-thirty I poured myself into the train at Nils Ercisson terminal and arrived at Stockholm's Central Station around lunch. I took a cab to our main offices on Drottninggatan where I settled in for an afternoon meeting with our legal team about a contract for a new vacation complex in Croatia. Our rep from the Croatian side was an Italian girl, named Marguerite, about my age, slim with blonde wavy hair and a beak-like nose and thin lips. Her slim silver-framed glasses completed the package of making her appear much older than she was, but not in a flattering way. After a few minutes of listening to her flip through a powerpoint presentation like a little miss know-it-all, I concluded that I didn't like her. She was what Adelina would call a NEV-- someone with No Erotic Value--and not in the least someone who we would have tried to ensnare into our little games.
That night, I declined a dinner invitation from my colleagues--mostly because I didn't want to be around that Italian bitch--and got take-out from the Mongolean Barbecue and ate in my room at the Scandic Continental. Afterwards, I crawled into bed and immediately passed out.
Although, my trip wasn't just all work and no play. I did manage to have a couple interesting carnal adventures.
Tuesday night, while taking the subway from our downtown offices to my hotel, I shared a seat with a pretty 41-year old web designer named Cecilia, who talked incessantly about her five-year old daughter and the friction her birth caused with her other daughter, seventeen-year old from a previous marriage, who was the reigning Swedish women's junior fencing champion. I listened compassionately to her jabbering, or at least pretended to, then stroked her arm and told her I was sure she was a wonderful mother. She was still yacking as she lay naked in my bed, but finally shut up when I flipped her into a sixty-nine. Then there was the blonde crossfit chick named Mikaela I met in line at the lunch cafe in the old city. I told her I really liked her multi-colored headband and matching workout tights; then I followed-up by asking where she got them, as if I really cared. After she told me, I told her I thought she was really pretty, although I thought her over-sized mouth and big square teeth made her look like a monkey. When she stripped in my hotel room later that night, she was like zero percent body fat and had no hips. I took particular joy in pounding her thick abdominal wall with my fist before I ate her bald pussy, which tasted like salami.
The funny thing was, none of this was about sex. I didn't even think of myself as a lesbian, even though all of my conquests were women. I was becoming acutely aware that this was about my ability to exercise influence over people by exploiting their weaknesses. They just happened to be women because I knew their vulnerabilities. I learned how to read them, then how to play off of them. It was simple and fast. Little Amelie trying to play bohemian, how Adelina called her out with just an innocent comment. But it got inside her head, and she had to redeem herself by fucking us. How I made the chattering psycho on the subway feel like a real mother, and how I gave confirmation to the monkey-face that she was indeed attractive. I realized I didn't have to smack them, beat them or swear at them, just fuck with their heads. It was the same thing Maja did to me. And with each orgasm I had with these women, I was expunging pain and humiliation from my body. I didn't even pick up the camera anymore. I didn't have to. Sex was my new form of self-expression.
When I arrived at Nils Ericsom terminal in Gothenburg Thursday night, a mist had settled in. I walked through the door of our flat around eleven o'clock and David was in bed. I headed to the bathroom, unzipped my rollaway bag, pulled out my make-up kit, then brushed my teeth and washed my face. I took a long look at myself in the mirror and for the first time in my life, I felt in control.
I stripped down naked and tip-toed quietly into the dark bedroom. The sound of David's breathing told me he was asleep. I pulled back the covers and slipped in next to him. He stirred a little when I ran my hand up and down his leg then inside his shorts. I took out his cock then sucked him into an erection. At this point, he was fully awake and was playing with my hair. "Well, welcome home," he groaned.
"I missed you," I whispered back.
He came in torrents and I gulped it all down. Some of his jizz hung on my chin and I wiped it away with my thumb then licked it off. I missed the taste of come, perhaps I wasn't a lesbain after all.
David had gone to work by the time I woke up. I rolled slowly out of bed and took my time to get ready. Friday's were usually blow-off days with very few meetings, if any. Most people travelled Monday through Thursday, so Friday's were more or less catch-up days when no one really bothered you. I usually didn't get to the office until ten on Fridays. I picked up my phone and tapped out a text to Adelina.
Hi, just got back into town. Wanna hang out tomorrow?
I continued to put on my makeup when my phone dinged.
Welcome back! Hope your week went well. Sure, stop by in the afternoon. How does 3 sound?
Perfect...see you then. Ciao!
Ciao!
When Saturday rolled around, I started the day by fucking David with a slow ride with me sitting on top. After a few minutes, I rolled off him then told him we were going to try something different. I hawked a large blob of phlegm into my palm then rubbed it into my asshole. I then bent over and opened up for him.
"Go easy, I never did this before," I urged him.
"My god, what's gotten into you lately? Whatever it is, I like it."
"Just go easy."
I felt the tip of his cock press into my anus and I let out a grunt.
"You okay?" he asked.
"It's fine, keep going. Just need to get past the initial shock." I had fingers in my ass before, but nothing this thick. He pushed it in further and there was a flash of pain. "Oh god!" It really fucking hurt, I wasn't sure how people did this.
"Should I stop?"
"No, let's do this."
He pushed it in a bit further, then suddenly everything loosened up and I was able to relax. The pain went away.
"It feels good, now. Keep going," I instructed him. He groaned as the rest of his length filled me.
Once we were both comfortable with the act, he started to pump his hips normally like vaginal sex. I reached behind and found my clit. It felt really good to have him from this angle, the pressure of his cock stimulating new places inside me. After a few minutes we were both breathing heavy and I knew he was about to come. I rubbed my clit harder in an attempt to synchronize with him, and when he exploded inside me I erupted with a shivering climax. When he pulled out of me, I turned around and sucked the juices off his cock.
"Oh my god, that felt good," he muttered through airy breath.
