This is a continuation of the story of Mike, which began with "Helpless" and continued with "Helpless Mike" Mike finds himself alone in the flat of his new mistress, unemployed, naked and with no petrol in his car, and contemplates his life.
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I wasn't really awake when Lynne's alarm clock went off. I was dimly aware of her getting up and getting dressed, and then a kiss goodbye, and a door closing, and then I went back to sleep. I woke up later with the sun streaming through the window and a desperate need to pee. I staggered out of bed and walked into the bathroom. When I had finished I came back and sat on the bed. Where the hell were my clothes? Lynne, I supposed had gone to work.
Before meeting Lynne I had a job, a flat, a car and a life of my own. Now I didn't even to have a stitch of clothing to my name. On the other hand, 24 hours ago I had been a virgin and now I had not only had some great sex but I had watched a woman being shaved and tongued to her first girl on girl orgasm. Clearly Lynne had some sort of hypnotic power but how much had I been forced to do what I had done? I couldn't claim not to have enjoyed it. And last night I had woke her up and initiated everything and by God had that been good, and we had both cried. If Lynne and I were lovers, how could she want to share me with other women? If I was her slave, how could it feel so good? Was it "wrong" for me to want to screw Lynne because she was older than me? Or to fuck Julie because she was married and a young mother?
I decided the first thing I needed was coffee. I walked downstairs quite naked, not really having an alternative and being sure the place was empty. The stairs led down towards the front door and then the only option was a left turn into the lounge. Imagine my embarrassment when just as I got to the foot of the stairs I could see a female figure through the translucent panel in the door. It wasn't Lynne and I froze in panic not sure whether to run back up the stairs or flee in to the lounge. I had just turned my back and started to run back up when the door opened and I heard:
"My God that's a sight for this time in the morning, let me shut the door before you start a riot!"
It was Julie, she clearly had a key. I turned round and made a half hearted attempt to cover my modesty but she laughed:
"Bit late for that love!"
She closed the door and simply held out her hand. I took it and she led me into the lounge and sat me down on the sofa. Her long brown hair was loose around her shoulders and she was wearing tight jeans and a sleeveless top. Without preamble she shed her top and bared those lovely breasts with those pink pert nipples. Then she sat astride my lap and kissed me slowly. Her hand went behind my head and guided my mouth as I sucked at her breasts. Between sucking, I started to pour out my worries and my insecurities, my guilt over holding her down while Lynne shaved her pussy and brought her to an unwanted Lesbian orgasm.
Julie sighed:
"You don't need to feel guilty love. I don't think anyone can be hypnotised to do anything they don't really want to do. I really needed sex, but I felt less guilty because Lynne took all the responsibility. I have to sort out my problems with my husband my own way, when he comes back home from the fighting. I want him to give me another child and come home for good, and in the meantime if Lynne wants to fuck me silly I am going to let her. I am not sure what to do about you though, I can't have you getting me pregnant, I won't do that to my husband."
I reluctantly moved my head away from those wonderful nipples and looked up at her.
"Why are you here then? Where did you go?"
Julie laughed:
"I went home silly, I live next door! I picked up the kids from Mum's and then this morning I took them to school. I only work part time, and Lynne asked me to look in on you and make sure you were all right. Lynne told me all about you, and when I saw you two making out in the garden yesterday I was so jealous, so when she called me and said I could come round and have my wicked way, well, I couldn't resist, as you know! Of course I didn't know she was going to shave my rug off and lick me to bits but then well...can't say I didn't enjoy that either!"
"What are you going to tell your husband, about, well you know?"
"Oh, I am not bothered about that, I will tell him I did for him as a surprise. I don't think he wants to know I stuffed you up inside me. Won't tell him about Lynne either, but if I did the dirty bastard would probably want to watch!"
She kissed me again and I felt really uncomfortable with my hard-on rubbing against her jeans. All the same I was sad to see her climb off me.
She shook her head as if answering an unspoken question and then said:
"If only I could trust you!"
Suddenly I wanted to be trusted.