As always every character in my stories are over the age of 18. There are themes of cheating and rough sex, so if that offends you, I suggest you may not want to read any further. Comments and feedback are always appreciated. I hope you enjoy.
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Rachel paced back and forth in her apartment with her face in her hands. It felt as though her life was spiralling out of control again and she was helpless to stop it.
Aaron wouldn't be back for another 4 days and her sexual appetite had reached fever pitch. All the suppressed urges she'd fought to contain, had remerged with added vigour. It was as though a metaphorical Pandora's box had opened inside her and try as she might to close it, the lid remained firmly open.
There was no way she was going to visit Arthur again though, not twice in two days. That fat slob of a man, definitely didn't deserve that kind of treatment.
She sat on the sofa and thumbed through a magazine, but none of the words were sinking in. All her mind could focus on was where she could find another nice hard cock to sit on. She crossed and uncrossed her legs multiple times feeling agitated and fidgety.
It crossed her mind to jump on a train and go back to her parent's house for the evening. There were plenty of men in her old neighbourhood who would kill for the chance to fuck her again. Just thinking about it was making her palms sweaty and her heart flutter.
In an attempt at staying in control, Rachel walked to her bathroom and stared for a long time at her reflection in the mirror. "It doesn't have to be this way. I can change. I can be normal if I want to be. I'm stronger than this. I have a boyfriend now, it's not fair to cheat on him. Older men have no power over me." She defiantly whispered the words under her breath.
By the time Wednesday rolled around though, her willpower had all but crumbled into dust. She was practically going out of her mind with sexual frustration. Was she a nymphomaniac? It certainly felt like she was addicted to sex. She'd never tried drugs, but the symptoms her body seemed to be experiencing, did seem incredibly similar to a description she read regarding drug withdrawal symptoms.
It was so strange to her that she had managed to last for over 3 months without letting her base desires control her like this, now all of a sudden it was torture just getting through a few days. Maybe she needed therapy? Or at least someone who she could talk to about her abnormal urges. Or maybe she needed another...fix?
No matter how much trouble it seemed to get her in, it didn't stop Rachel from dressing sexily. She was proud of her looks and her figure and liked the reaction she got from men of all ages when she walked into a room dressed to the nines. Just because men often couldn't control themselves around her, shouldn't mean she should stop dressing in a way that made her feel good about herself.
The truth was Rachel would look drop dead gorgeous wearing a potato sack, but she wasn't arrogant enough to realise that.
That morning she knew she was showing houses to a particularly difficult client, so she decided to dress in the sexiest outfit she could feasibly get away with for work. It normally did the trick, guys would be so focused on her, that she could put a form in front of them which agreed to sell their souls to the devil and they would sign it without looking.
She pulled on the same pair of black lace topped stockings she had worn for Arthur the other day, this time though she clipped them onto a Ferrari red suspender belt, which had a matching set of red silk and lace panties and a half cup bra. She also slid into the same black pinstriped skirt that Arthur had fucked her in. It was the shortest and tightest one in her collection, so short in fact that it barely covered her lacy stocking tops. She knew she'd have to be careful at work how she sat down, so as not to give any of her male colleagues a free show, not that they would have complained mind you.
Her suit jacket matched her skirt. It was tailored to slope in to her skinny waist, yet had enough room up top to encase and display her magnificent tits perfectly. It only had two buttons however and even with the top one done up, her red bra was still slightly on show (along with a good amount of her 32FF cleavage that it supported). This was definitely not appropriate for work. Feeling extra naughty though and not wanting to wear a shirt or a blouse underneath, she put on a skin tight, red satin, low cut vest top. It was an item she normally wore to bed as its spaghetti straps and lace trim across the bust made it look more like a sexy piece of negligée than something suitable for work. It would be fine though as long as she kept her jacket on.
At the bottom of her wardrobe, Rachel found a pair of 4 inch black stilettoes and slipped them on. She tied her wavy blonde hair up into a loose messy bun, leaving a few strands of her fringe down to frame her beautiful face perfectly, then applied matching red lipstick and nail varnish, which finished the look off to perfection. A smile spread across her stunning face as she caught her reflection in the mirror, knowing full well how good she looked.
Her walk to work didn't go unnoticed to say the least. Heads were turning, men were wolf whistling, cars were slowing down to get a better look, and some even beeped their horns in appreciation. This just made Rachel swing her hips in an even more exaggerated manner. She was such a tease, but didn't care in the slightest.
Most of the men at work were used to seeing her dressed fairly sexily, but Rachel was pleased to see that a few more of them than usual, seemed to stop by her desk with bullshit excuses for reasons to chat to her this morning. Unfortunately it did make her even hornier than she already was. She kept imagining the shocked expression's on their faces, if she were to suggest that they nip into the staff toilets for a quick fuck. As frustrating as it was though, she fought hard to suppress her wanton needs. "Only a few more days till Aaron gets home. You can do this." Rachel muttered under her breath in an attempt at a pep talk.
At 10:30 she left the office to meet with her difficult client. The traffic through London would likely be a nightmare, so she decided to take the train, seeing as the house she was showing was right next to a tube station.
Rachel wasn't a huge fan of taking the tube. There were just so many people crammed into one tiny space, all jostling for a bit of breathing room in a muggy, claustrophobic tin can. On top of that, no matter how mild the day seemed to be on the surface, it always felt like an inferno underground.
There were a few perks though, like the amount of attention she got from fellow passengers. The underground contained a perfect cross section of human life all crammed together in one place. Men of all ages, would appreciatively stare at her voluptuous physique. It made Rachel tingle inside knowing the effect she had on people.
Some would just outright ogle her phenomenal 32FF tits, not caring whether she knew they were doing it or not. Others were much stealthier, they would peek over the tops of their newspapers, or out of the corners of their eyes when they thought she wasn't looking. Some would even use the reflection in the windows, to grab a sneaky glance her way.
They would always start with a look, followed by a double take, then after that they would all find it nearly impossible to peel their eyes away, such was her overpowering natural beauty.
Today was no different. In a city where everyone it seemed tried their best not to look at one another, let alone strike up conversation with a stranger. It was flattering for Rachel that she appeared to be the exception to the rule.
