My name is Jason and my girlfriend's name is Juni although her nickname is Possum, because she has a naturally arched back and a little backside juts out. She has booty with class but not volume. She is one of those girls who see walking along the street looking very tight and sexy, with an arched back, that makes all the tradies yell out. "Hey, possum." She is blonde and 5 foot 2. I don't think she weighs more than about 48 kg. In the old figures she is, in my mind, the perfect 34-23-34. Her hips are not very large but her waist is tiny and this hour-glass effect is amplified by the sexy clothes she wears. Yet it is her face that's the most beautiful. She has naturally pronounced lips and long blonde wavy hair and she smiles spontaneously, although a little shyly.
We were engaged to be married but after she returned from her last tour, as she worked as a tour manager, her personality changed dramatically. This has become a major problem for our relationship. Juni was seduced on her tour bus by a perverted Japanese businessmen, the powerful multimillionaire Katsuro. He corrupted my beautiful girlfriend. This is what happened when she came home.
[Note: this is an erotic story for entertainment purposes and any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental! If things happen that shouldn't, be thankful that it is not you that is the victim. Take care who you associate with and stay safe!]
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Chapter 5
Peter, her boss, collected Juni one day from the camp. She vaguely recalled the trip home to Melbourne in his Mercedes. It was like a dream they stayed in a motel and she shared his bed. Was it in Bordertown? Did she really insist on sucking Peter's cock at five in the morning? Did her boss really fuck her five times that night? She was not really sure if it was a dream. She hoped so! How could she possibly face him at work?
When Juni arrived back in Melbourne, I, her fiancΓ©, immediately noticed something odd about her. I could see the top of her bra over her low cut dress, that was lower than I remembered her wearing. It was a subtle but disconcerting difference. She didn't often dress like that, with her breasts fully on display. The bra was new, it was lacy and was uplifting and very sexy. She looked so hot, I could have fucked her right there in my lounge, when Peter dropped her off and told me to look after her. I also could not believe it when she kissed him fully on his mouth and it looked like tongue, when she thanked him for the "lovely ride". Then she giggled. What the fuck?
"You have one hot girlfriend, mate!" He said, laughing. "I can't wait to see more of her at work".
Juni hugged him at the door on his way out and it looked like she squeezed his balls. I just stood there not believing what I was seeing. She turned to me, smiled and kissed me.
Juni was still beautiful and gentle but she had changed in some indiscernible way. While she usually stayed at my place and only occasionally at her own, I am still not sure why she asked him to bring her to me.
When they passed through Bordertown, Juni rang me. She had been out of range and said the four weeks had passed quickly, that she took on more responsibility than she was prepared for. Then she said she had been rewarded with an excellent bonus.
After she got back, I felt strangely suspicious when she would not reveal how much she earnt, so I checked her banking app when she was in the shower and found she had earned more than $100,000 for her four weeks on the tour. That amount was so outrageous, I can't begin to explain how it made me feel, or what thoughts went through my mind. At first, I was thinking bribery or drugs must have been involved.
Juni revealed few specifics about the outback trip, except a camp with Japanese businessmen. We made love every night and every morning when she came back, and she seemed super-horny, then gradually became less enthused after only a few days. She seemed more wet than usual at first. I always wanted to take her in my favourite position, spooning behind her, rubbing her pussy briefly before I had her arch back and I would push my almost six-inches into her while I pumped into her, holding her thin waist, jerking into her on our sides until I came. She always liked it like that in the past.
"Your pussy seems softer." I observed, when I felt her on the first morning. "It used to be a little prickly."
"Must be the waxing," she replied. "And the oils."
"What, you went to a waxing place in the desert?" I asked.
"No, silly! We waxed each other."
"What?" I felt a pulsing somewhere and my heart skipped a beat or two. "The girls or the guys."
She reached behind and grabbed my flaccid cock, it twitched.
"Do you REALLY want me to tell you? Would it excite you if it was both?" She squeezed me a little and I immediately got very hard. "Maybe you would like that."
She turned her head back and kissed me, running her tongue around my mouth, sensually. She had put my cock in her and jerked back against me, did a type of twerking movement with her hips I had never known her to do before. Then, dynamite! Her pussy gripped my cock hard as she pushed up and down, up and down. And I immediately shot my stuff into her. I had lasted about fifteen seconds.
"I knew I could make you cum like that." She said, and jumped up from the bed and into the shower. I was left lying there, panting, wondering what the fuck happened. She had somehow developed a new technique!
I first realised something sexual must have happened on the camp when we went to a club. It was then I noticed a change that I attributed to her libido. When I picked her up, she wore a tiny white lace dress that was virtually transparent. She sat in the car seat next to me and her thin mini-dress rode up on her thigh, revealing the sexiest underwear I had ever seen. She wore white thigh-high stockings, satin garter belt and what looked like a pink g-string, that you could see through her dress. The firm round cheeks of her tiny butt were completely visible, bulging out behind her. When I realised you could see the tops of her thighs and panties, I mentioned it to her since I was sure she would be embarrassed. She had not had this expensive lingerie, or dress, before her trip and she had not been shopping since she came back.
We had our first argument. Where had the lingerie come from? I accused her, she looked like a sacrifice in a vampire movie and that is exactly what I said:
"You look like a fucking virgin sacrifice."
"Meh," she said.
"What's meh?"
"Is it hot or what?" She replied, a little angrily.
"What, the stripper lingerie?" I responded, grumpily. "Well yeah, of course, but where the fuck did it come from?"
"What do you care?" She said. I looked across and saw a tear in her eyes. Maybe I had pushed it too far.
So it went. Juni said she would not be humiliated about dressing the way she wanted. She said she wouldn't hang with a loser. What loser, me? She asked pointedly if I thought she should be embarrassed about looking hot. Didn't I agree girls could wear whatever they wanted? I was losing the argument, that was for sure and I did not want to lose her too!
I immediately backtracked, seeing the way the conversation was panning out, saying she was perfect. I asked again when had she bought the hot outfit, that it looked great. She said it was a little reward and part of her bonus. I didn't push the issue because I actually felt proud to be with her. She would easily be the hottest girl in the bar. It etched at my mind that maybe she had worn such clothes on the camp, but how could she do that? It was in the outback and it didn't make sense. I kept quiet, relieved that the argument was over.
After a few cocktails and shots at the bar, which were very uncharacteristic of her, as she hardly drank, Juni began to giggle and flirt a little with some of our friends. We had gathered around a long bench table with high stools, at the side of the dance floor. I was concerned that Juni seemed oblivious to her short dress riding up, exposing her naked thigh and whatever else, to whoever cared to notice and there were plenty of guys looking! She was laughing and enjoying the conversation and music. Her breasts were also on show with the lace top of her little uplifting bra visible over the low top of her little white dress, occasionally there was even a subtle glimpse of nipple. I had to admit I felt a sense of admiration and pride that she was mine. She was such a gorgeous girl, wearing some of the sexiest clothes I've ever seen on anyone. She evidently did not mind that she was breaking the cardinal rule of not showing both cleavage and legs at the same time. She looked so fucking beautiful and I figured that her unusually extroverted behaviour was due to the effect of the cocktails she had downed.
We were with a few friends. Barry and Ingrid, were friends of ours, just engaged, like us. Ingrid was what you could call a middle-weight, 5ft 6in quite solid but with large D-cups that she always had out on display. The "girls" she called them, lots of top-end flesh. Barry was taller than my 5ft 8 at around 6 ft. He was a tiler and played basketball, he was fit and well-built. I guess I was gawky and nerdy by comparison, that's what working with computers does to you. They had been dancing and Ingrid came back and had a long drink, pushing herself into Barry, kind of writhing against him to the music.