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.
I looked up at her and said: "I give you my word I won't do anything unless you want it."
She laughed nervously: "That's just the problem I do want it! But I mustn't have it. But I'll do a deal with you, make me come without putting that thing inside me, and I cook you the best breakfast you ever had!"
I reached up and held her hips, looked her in the eye and said simply: "I'm hungry". Then I unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid them down. She wore plain white panties, she was trembling. I leaned forward and kissed her through her panties and then slowly slid them down. I lifted her and laid her on the sofa.
It was incredible, only yesterday I was a virgin and now I was behaving like an expert. She opened her legs for me and I gazed in awe at her shaved snatch. It was as if all I had seen Lynne do to her was replaying in my head and I found I was licking, sucking and nibbling without conscious thought and as she opened so fully to me I found my finger was sliding inside her almost of its own volition.
I had heard that some Doctors deny the G spot exists, I am here to tell you that it does, and after that interesting discovery it was time to go in for the kill. I sucked her clit into my mouth and she screamed and closed her legs so tight round my head that I nearly passed out.
I must admit I was somewhat surprised when, after a brief pause to recover, she proceeded to cook me a fantastic breakfast. I was painfully in need of another kind of service by now and I couldn't make out what was going on in her head. So I decided to stop worrying and go with the flow. At one point she whispered in my ear: "Lynne will pop home at lunchtime but can't stop long, she needs me to get you all ready."
"Ready for what?" I asked.
Julie just smiled: "Let's just say I owe you one, now go run a nice hot bath while I tidy up."
What was it about this place and baths I thought as I went upstairs. No sooner was I settled in when Julie walked in, still topless but wearing her jeans. She proceeded to thoroughly wash me all over including my hair. I managed to get a few nipple sucks in and she squeezed my cock a few times. I could get used to this, I thought. I got out of the bath and she gave me a resounding smack on the bum when I tried to get her jeans off, so I let her dry me off and lead me to the bed.
I lay back on the bed and let her straddle me, she moved up so I could suck those nipples. She took my wrists in her hands and pinned them against the bed so that my arms were spread out above my head and then leaned forward, holding me in place. I felt a momentary surge of panic when I heard the front door open, but relaxed thinking it could only be Lynne.
"Glad to see you didn't start without me Julie, let me help with that!" Lynne moved up to the side of bed and swiftly tied my right wrist to the head of the bed, followed quickly by my left wrist, she moved back and spread my legs apart before securing them in the same way while Julie kissed me deeply on the lips. They both moved away and Lynne opened the wardrobe door facing the bed to reveal a video camera already set up and trained on the bed!
