Laura's Glory

First, I would like to offer an apology for how long this chapter took. The Laura story has been far more... Intense... Than the stories I usually write. I felt that, for my first erotica, I should go big or go home. I also took increasing liberties with adapting each part of my notes to a full chapter that by the end of Ch 3 my original idea no longer worked and so I had to plot from scratch. This resulted in multiple massive rewrites as well as a few complete restarts which ultimately led to this Chapter 4, and a completely new plot direction for the next few chapters. Thank you so much for waiting for almost a year, and thank you for all the kind messages asking for more of Laura's story. Enjoy.

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Chapter 4: Thursday

Nick's hard cock was already rubbing against my arse first thing in the morning. I purred consent, still half asleep, and pushed back against him. He lifted one of my legs as I reached back and guided his cock to my already wet pussy. He rubbed his rigid length against me, coating his shaft in my rapidly produced lubricant, grinding his tip against my clit. I let out a moan as his thick, hard prick eased inside me, his hand running through my hair before balling into a fist so he could give me what he knew I wanted. I slid my hand between my legs, two fingers rubbing at my swollen nub.

"You like that, you fucking slut?" he growled.

"Yes. Fuuuuck yes!" I yelled in response

"Tell me what you want, kitty?"

"Your dick. I want your dick!"

Nick pulled my head back and slapped my arse cheek hard"

"Just my dick? Or would anyone's dick do"?

"Yours. Unnn... Just yours, baby!" I assured him, moving my hips in time with his thrusts

"I think any big cock would do for this cunt, wouldn't it?" My pussy clenched tight at his use of the C word and I gave in completely to my inner-slut, my fingers now working my clit hard

"Yes! Any cock! I don't care! I just need one inside me!"

"One?"

"More! Loads! I need all the cocks, Nick. I need them all fucking my tight..." I faltered mid-sentence, squeaking slightly as I came, my fingers still rubbing my cunt, my juices sprayed all over our sheets and my ministrations only served to make the spread worse.

"Fuck. I'm cumming, Laura!" grunted Nick, his deep thrusts increasing in pace. He pushed deep as he emptied himself inside my hungry pussy, feeding it what it craved.

We took our fucking to the shower where I lubed up Nick's still hard cock and we tried anal without using a toy to warm up. I fingered my tight ass, applying more lube before my husband eased his tip into my back passage. It hurt more this time, my anus stretching wide to accommodate the thick length now easing inside it me.

"Are you okay?" asked Nick, stopping to let me get used to him inside me.

"Go, Nick. Just fuck it!" he didn't need told twice as he started thrusting hard into my anal canal. I had two fingers inside my cream filled pussy, thrusting in time with my husband, my thumb pressing against my clitoris. Our cries echoed in the small bathroom as we climaxed once more, this time in unison.

I collapsed back into bed, exhausted and momentarily satisfied, while Nick busied himself getting ready for work.

"Listen, I have to go out of town on Saturday night for some stupid training thing" He called out from the bathroom. "But I should be back on Sunday."

"Okay, babe." I called back, stretching out in the bed and watching my gorgeous husband stroll back into our room.

"What are your plans for today?" He asked as he pulled on his shirt. I responded with a shrug and cuddled into my pillow.

"I might try to get some work done." I lied.

Once I was alone, I pulled my phone to me and brought up last night's text message. 'I need 2 see u'. I took a deep breath and sent him my reply - 'I'm not sending you anymore pics'

I got a response almost instantly. 'not pix.' it said. 'im in town on business this weekend. I wanna talk 2 u.' Fuck. Fuckity fuck! I tried to think of a reply, but nothing was coming, my finger hovering over the digital keyboard on my phone. I jumped as my phone came to life, my messages suddenly replaced by the face of my ex. He was calling me. My heart raced as I considered just hanging up and letting it go to my voicemail.

"Hey." I said, trying my best to sound calm.

"Mmm... Hey." much to my horror, his deep, bass voice was already causing my vagina to send messages to my brain. My hand instinctively moved to my chest, my fingers pinching my left nipple. "So are you coming over, Laura?"

"I... I can't." I stammered.

"Come see me, Laura." He commanded. If his control over me had lessened over the years, it couldn't notice it now.

"Drew. We.. "

"Brunch. Today. Ten o'clock at the Galloway Hotel. I have a design job for you."

I told myself I was making a huge mistake while staring at my reflection in my dressing table mirror while applying a dark plumb liquid colour from Urban Decay to my full lips. I pulled a black lace thong from my underwear drawer, turning it over in my hands. No, I decided. Not for Drew. I called them up and thrust them back, swapping for a pair of sensible Calvin Klein bikini briefs, also black, and slipped them on along with the matching bikini top. From my wardrobe I selected a black Armani mini skirt, and a white cashmere sleeveless turtleneck. Something stylish and sexy, but not too flirty. I opted for a pair of knee high stockings and finished the ensemble off with white Shoespie ankle boots with a thick block heel. Once I was all dressed up, I grabbed my AllSaints black leather biker jacket and my hand knitted pillar box red scarf to set it all off.

Galloway's was an expensive upmarket hotel in the heart of the city, with a world class restaurant offering a mid-morning array of brunch foods and bottomless mimosas, which I had already started on while waiting on my ex. I watched the door, both waiting for him to show and contemplating my escape. What was I even doing here? I downed another watered down drink and the waiter topped me up. My phone buzzed and I slid it across the table, pulling it to me. 'Room 1701' it said. Shit. I tossed back the bubbly drink and stood up, making my way to the exit. I couldn't do this shit. I didn't know why I was doing this shit. I needed to get out of there as quickly as possible, yet I found myself in the elevator headed up to the seventeenth floor.

The elevator opened into a large hallway with four doors. I took a deep breath as I made my way to 1701 and stopped shy if reaching out to knock. I had no idea what I was even doing here. Just I resolved to leave, the door opened and two older women stood there, dressed in hotel uniforms.

"Maid service." Offered one woman, by way of explanation. She held the door open for me and waited for me to come in, smiling a wide, fake grin, clearly forced upon her by management. I stepped forward, nodding at the maid as I entered the gorgeous city apartment. I noticed the platters of fresh fruits and pastries decorating the kitchen counter, a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket beside a large pitcher filled with fruit juice, no doubt freshly squeezed.

"You're a lucky woman." Said the other maid as I walked past, the shadow of a smirk dancing across her face.

"Excuse me?"

"Your husband!" She said, her smile widening. "I wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating biscuits." She nudged me and I blushed, despite myself.

Just then he walked into the room, his dark, muscular form glistening in the morning light. I felt my pussy clenching and I mentally scolded it. Drew was wearing nothing but a pair of VERY tight boxer shorts which left very little to the imagination, and carrying a pair of slacks over one arm. I heard one of the maids behind me gasp at the sight and I couldn't help but smile.

"Tanisha! Time to go!" Yelled a maid, a little more urgently than I felt necessary.

"Be right there!" Came a reply from some other room. The second maid uttered something in a language I couldn't understand, and they both slipped out the door. I suddenly felt very aware of being alone in the room with my almost naked ex who was now making himself an espresso, pants placed on the worktop of the large hotel room kitchenette rather than on himself.

"You look fucking good." He purred, eyeing me up and down as I peeled my leather jacket off and draped it across a chair with my scarf. I rested a hand on my hip and tossed my hair back, my gaze traveling down his body.

"I could tell." I replied, raising an eyebrow. He stepped back from the counter, a coffee cup in hand and looked down at his crotch, his cock now slightly larger and pulling against the material.

"I've never been able to control myself around you." He took a sip from his strong, black coffee and placed it down next to his pants before stepping closer to me. I wanted to back off but I was rooted to the spot. He collected a plump, vibrant red strawberry from a plate, biting into the soft fruit and releasing its sweet aroma. He tossed the stem into the kitchen sink and swallowed as he pulled me to him forcefully, his beautiful brown eyes drinking in my soul before he leaned closer and kissed me, his tongue pushing past my tightly pressed lips and into my mouth leaving a lingering taste of his morning espresso and the fresh strawberry on my tongue.

"Hey handsome, how about we mess up the bed I just made?"

I heard her before I saw her, breaking away from the kiss as the skinny, white, blonde girl came walking out of a room, a maid's uniform hanging open to show of her meagre chest. She squeaked and pull her clothing over her breasts when she saw me standing there, Drew's arms still around me. I looked from the emaciated girl to the dark skinned man in his underpants.

"You never change, Drew." I said, solemnly. I pulled away from him, stepping into the kitchen to sample the spread.

"Don't stop on my account." I told the girl, lifting a slice of cantaloupe to my lips, biting into the soft flesh. She was confused, looking from Drew to me as she tried to work out what was happening. I felt sorry for her, yet another woman ensnared by his charms, but my ego had been bruised and so I made no attempt to save her, instead I opened the bottle of Morty and poured it into a flute, neglecting the fruit juice this time.

"My wife and I have an open relationship." Drew informed the young maid, the ease with which the lie slipped of his tongue surprising me, despite knowing first hand how expertly he deceived. I could see her struggling with her decision before finally committing to the affair, dropping her uniform to the floor as she stood before him. She kissed him, tasting the same coffee and strawberry I had, but her kiss was filled with a passionate lust, a clumsy, messy embrace. Her hand was between his legs, massaging his rigid manhood still hidden by the black material of his underpants. She squatted down on to her haunches and coaxed my ex boyfriend's underpants down, his manhood springing free.

"Oh my fucking good!" Exclaimed Tanisha as she examined the thick, hard rod with her fingers. "You have the biggest dick I've ever seen!" Drew was big at about eight and a half inches, but I smiled to myself as I thought about my glory holes friend back home, sipping my champagne. Tanisha leant closer, her tongue travelling across the tip before she took it into her mouth. I only now noticed that Drew was watching me. There was no pity in those brown eyes. No remorse or sorry. There was only raw desire. The young maid was nothing but an appetiser to him, a snack to whet his appetite before the main meal. I pushed my thighs together, my breathing ragged and my face flushed. The maid was struggling now, doing her best impression of a pornstar blow job as she slurped and spat, gagging on Drew's cock as she struggled to take even half into her mouth, all while stopping to curse and swear, telling Drew all the things she loved about his dick. Drew was paying her less attention that I was, the two of us staring at each other while I slowly nibbled at the fruit and sipped liberally at my drink.

"Have you ever been sucked off like this before, baby?" She asked, Tanisha obviously having a much higher opinion of her technique than she realistically should. I almost laughed as I poured myself another drink "Does your wife give you head this good?"

I realised she was looking at me as she said that, a cocky smile on her spit soaked face, her hand gently jerking Drew off. "Maybe I could give her a few lessons." She purred, planting a kiss on the red tip. "Teach her how to suck dick like a pro". Fucking bitch. I took a large gulp of the sparkling wine, half finishing the filled glass, my heels clicking on the tiled floor as I approached the little slut. I knew I was a little drunk. I knew I was playing right into that assholes hands but I was mad as fuck at this bitch. I pulled her off him, ignoring the indignant look she shot me as I thrust my drink into her hands.

"Hold my Champagne." I said.

I turned to face my ex, hitching up my skirt and tugging my damp panties down before kicking them off. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, caressing his length as I pressed myself to him, guiding his cock between my legs to teas my naked slit. I let out a moan as I grind against him, watching as his eyes close and his mouth open, dick pulsing against my wet sex. I smile at the gorgeous bastard and toss my hair to one side, sliding down his body until I was crouched before him, my skirt hitched up to show off my pussy, one hand between my legs gently stroking my labia and the other guiding his prick towards my mouth, my dark plum coloured lips parting as I take him inside me. I look up at him, watching as the look on his face turns from a satisfied grin to sheer awe as I slowly slide down his shaft, relaxing my throat as I did with David, engulfing his swollen manhood until I was kissing his groin, his dick completely enveloped. I swallowed, my throat gripping him hard as I let him slide out, taking my chance to breathe out, then in as I suck him back into my mouth. I gently massaged my clit as I rotated my head on his throbbing shaft, increasing my pace as my throat grew accustomed to the generous twenty one centimetres of hot meat, Drew's hands in my hair, gripping it tight as he adjusted the pace himself, his hips thrusting rhythmically. I could see in his face that he was close, his mouth agape as he fucked my face. It was getting harder not to gag now and I wrapped two hands around the base of his cock to stop him going so deep, jerking his spit soaked rod as he came, his hot seed jettisoning into my mouth.

I used the discarded maid uniform to wipe my hand clean and stood up, carefully adjusting my skirt and fixing my hair before taking my glass of champagne out the hands of the dumbstruck woman. I held the glass to my lips and let a steady stream of thick, white cum pour into the half empty glass, topping it up considerably.

"That is how you suck cock, Tanisha." I informed her, in my primmest, teacheresque voice.

"Fuck!" Exclaimed Drew, who was looking like he required a sit down, his cock still pulsing, cum dripping from the tip. I swirled the viscous contents around in the glass of bubbly before skulling it in victory. "I think I'm going to have to pass on the job offer, Drew." I said, turning back to the satisfied Adonis. I placed the glass down on the counter as I walked away, picking up my coat and scarf before heading to the door.

"Don't tell me you don't miss it, 'Slutton'." He called out, using his old 'pet name' for me, a play on my pre-marriage surname, Sutton, that he found ever so amusing.

"Listen Drew, I like flirting." I confessed, stopping as I slipped my leather jacket back on. "And not just with you. It's a thing I do and clearly I took it too far. I'm sorry if you took that to mean I was interested in being a piece of meat for you to use whenever you feel like. I had enough of that back when we were dating"

"The only meat you'll feel will be my rock hard cock smashing your..."

I left before he could finish, my head spinning from all the alcohol I had stupidly consumed, and reeling from the bad decisions I had made, as I descended in the elevator. My heart was thundering in my chest, my hands shaking. I made my way out of the hotel, taking deep breaths as I walked rapidly, if unsteadily, away from Drew. When I felt I was far enough away, I took refuge on a public bench outside of the mall. I don't know what upset me more, that my asshole ex invited me round for some picnic booty call, or that I actually went. I was stupid for ever contacting him again. The relationship was so toxic and abusive, there was always the risk that I'd get suckered back in, but I had wanted to show him that I had sexual agency now. That I was in control. At least that's how I rationalised it to myself. Fuck that bitch maid, fuck my stupid need for validation, fuck my stupid marriage slump, fuck that piece of shit glory hole and fuck my out of control libido. I needed to unwind. I needed to shop.

I wondered if Steve would be working again today as I approached Naughty by Nature for the second time in two days. I eased the door open and peered inside the brightly lit store. There was no Steve but standing behind the counter, dressed in some sort of leather bondage gear top and very tight and very shiny pants, was the raven haired Tiana.

"Hey, Lola!" she called out, after the store's entry beeper alerted her to my presence. I smiled, the sight of a friendly face doing wonders for my state of mind.

"What are you wearing?" I asked, approaching my friend and planting a kiss on her cheek.

"You like it? It's our latest product." she gave me a twirl and I wolf-whistled my approval. She stopped spinning, and beamed her beautiful smile at me, striking a sexy pose. Tiana was amazing. Her hair was black as night and her skin was alabaster pale. She looked like an old pin-up model from the 50s. Like Bettie Page or something, and her makeup was always impeccable.

"Are you drunk?" She asked, accusingly.

"A little." I replied, pausing for a moment. "Okay, maybe a teensy bit more than a little." I stepped aside, allowing a man to place his stack of old skin mags on the counter.

"Have you ever considered modeling?" He asked Tiana as she rung up his purchases. She looked up at him, then over to me.

"Baby, I was born to model. Are you offering?" She replied, exuding an air of confidence and allure I couldn't hope to match.

"I'm a photographer." He revealed, somewhat nervously. "I'm doing a series of boudoir style photographs. All paid work." He reached into his wallet and produced a card, handing it over to the proprietress. She smiled cheekily, her glinting eyes turning to me.

"I'd love to, but that's more my gorgeous friend's thing. She loves performing for an audience." I almost choked in surprise as the man offered me another card and left the store with his purchases, thanking us both profusely.

"What the hell?" I asked, my face flushed.

"What? It's no different to the show you gave my boyfriend yesterday." My warm blush disappeared along with the rest of the colour in my face.

"Oh shit. I didn't... Oh fuck..." I stopped, interrupted by the woman's growing laughter and my blush returned.

"Oh my God!" she wheezed. "Your face! Steve isn't my boyfriend. He's my idiot brother. And luckily for you, he forgot about the security camera in the store room otherwise your face would be plastered all over online." My blush intensified and I hoped the floor would swallow me up.

She sat on the counter and we chatted, my drunken state allowing me to completely open up to someone about my recent lifestyle. I explained everything about David and what had been going on. She was adamant that I let her meet my wardrobe buddy, and she warned me about fucking up what I had with Nick.