Just to warn you there's a fair bit of set up in this part but all will become clear eventually.
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After the evening's activities with Jane I'd sat down on the sofa and tried to come up with a viable way to disappear. I felt it was my only hope of not becoming a lab rat once whatever government agency that was investigating the lab I'd been to realised I had been affected by my contact. Or even worse discovered even part of my abilities. Obviously I could influence and control the people they'd send after me but I thought it wouldn't take long before I was caught by someone I couldn't touch.
I decided I needed to die, preferably in such a way that left limited doubt and no loose ends. It sounds overly dramatic but being 'dead' was the only way I suspected I would be able to continue living. Before I could do that I wanted a fully prepared and completely authentic new identity. Oddly I had no idea how to arrange that. But, as part of my job, I was often dealing with the less salubrious characters of our society so I wondered if any of them may know how to arrange one. I also had an idea for some untraceable funds too from the same sources. Once I had some money and a new identity I knew several ways I could keep a very low profile.
With that in mind I went to bed. Now the covers had been throughly crumpled by Jane and myself earlier so I straightened the bed, turned off the lights and got in. I wondered about sending a text to Jane but realised I was exhausted and in no state for a conversation. I was asleep in minutes but I was disturbed by noises from the house as Phil came home. A bit later I was aware of Phil's raised voice and then nothing till I woke up the following morning.
I was woken by my phone buzzing on the bedside table. As far as I could tell it was still dark outside but being early January that could mean anything till almost 8am so that didn't help. I picked up the phone and saw a text had arrived from Jane 'Morning, hope you've had a good night, Phil's not working today.' I wondered why he wasn't but it was unlikely to be an issue. My plans involved heading out into the seedier parts of the city to find a few druggies of my acquaintance.
I thought about for a few seconds then laboriously typed out a reply 'ok, hopefully nothing wrong?'
After a few seconds a reply appeared 'Not really, he's asleep. Do you want a cup of tea?' This surprised me as I thought with Phil home she would have stayed away but she obviously wanted to see me.
'That'd be great' I replied. So knowing she be round in a few minutes I went to the bathroom splashed some water on my face and cleaned my teeth. I picked up a notebook and pen on my way back to the bedroom so I could list a few places I wanted to go to and some people I thought may be of help. I hadn't written much before I heard the flat door being opened as she came in.
She appeared in the bedroom door carrying two cups of tea on a small tray. She smiled at me as I glanced appreciatively at her in her thin black nightie. It rest on on small unrestrained breasts that jiggled slightly as she put the tray down. It came to mid thigh and below that I could see her stocking clad legs. I stretched out a hand and ran it along her inner thigh over the stocking to bare thigh and back again. "For me?" I said indicating the stockings.
She smiled and said "of course" and gasped as my hand made it up her inner thigh and stroked over her smooth, bald mound. My thumb slid lower and separated her lips and lightly touched her swollen wet clit. Two fingers slipped straight inside her and she took a sharp intake of breath and moaned. "Oh god, we shouldn't." Her actions were at odds with her words as she reached forward and pulled back the covers. I continued to rub my thumb gently over her slippery wet clit making her moan. "We really shouldn't." She said again but her hand reached for my cock and she smiled wickedly.
This was a complete revelation into Janes character. When I'd met her at work she was someone who faded into the background and even at home she seemed subdued. But l appeared to have discovered Jane's wild side and it didn't look likely she was going to suppress it. Not that I had any meaningful objections. Not with her hand stroking up and down my erect cock. She moved her hand down and cupped my balls. She very gently played with them for a few seconds watching my face. Obviously checking that I was enjoying the experience and of course I was.
"I don't have much time, Phil will be up in a bit." So saying she'd obviously been come to a decision and quickly straddled me. This wasn't going to be some long drawn out fuck where she built herself relaxed and slowly to a orgasm. Although after last night I'd realised she didn't take much to set off. She continued to keep eye contact with me as with her hand round the base of my cock she lowered herself onto me. Her eyes widened as she forced my cock inside her wet tunnel. The lips spreading around my cock would have no doubt looked lovely but were concealed under the front of the black silk nightie.
Her hand released my cock as our pubic bones met when I was fully inside her. Her mouth was open making little "oh oh yes" sounds over and over again. I wasn't much better but kept to just groaning.
My hands slipped under the nightie to her hips as she started to rock back and forwards forcing me deeply in her and her clit onto my groin. I didn't have to encourage her to speed up as she was going for it. She was obviously after a quick hard fuck. She rather proved by looking down at me and saying quietly through gasps of breath "god what a slut I've become." I was looking at her and could she how her neck had started to go pink with her pre orgasmic flush. As far as I was thinking about anything I decided to see if I could push her further.
"Yes you are." I gasped feeling her cunt tighten with the start of her orgasm. "A total whore." With that she tipped over the edge and moaned much too loudly but very gratifyingly. The contractions ripped through her and finally her nightie gave up the ghost and slipped off her shoulders leaving me to watch her pert breasts sway as she came above me. That did it for me and I held onto her hips and pulled her hard on my cock as I thrust up and shot my load deep inside her. She collapsed forward onto my chest breathing hard and shaking moaning gently.
It took her a few moments to come back to herself and sat up on me. There was no way she could disguise she'd just been fucked with the sweat beads on on face and her hair all over the place. I realised she didn't care how she looked though as she smiled at me from under her hair. "That was definitely the way to get the day off to a good start."
I had to agree. "So how much do I owe you for that then?" I asked looking up at her. I lifted my hand to her nipples and tweaked the already stiff nubs. I felt certain her prostitute fantasy was still pretty strong after the orgasm as I'd called her a whore so I felt on safe ground.
She took a quick intake of breath and I felt a muscle contraction on my cock. I was still pretty hard inside her and she obviously decided hard enough. She moved again looking me in the eyes and moved her hand onto my chest and leant some of weight on them. "You're going to pay me for that fuck?" She almost growled.
"Of course I am. You're also going to follow all my instructions whatever they are." I said squeezing both small pert breasts as I said it. She wasn't moving much but there was a gentle rocking of her hips on my pelvis. Her mouth had opened again and she licked her lips then bit her lower lip. I pushed up slightly and said "you've been such a good little slut I may even ask for you again." I said slut with a little edge to my voice and obviously that did it as her muscles rhythmically contracted on my cock and she shivered. Her moans became shrill as she came again. Her hands slid up my chest as as she slowly subsided on top of me.
"Oh god stop, I've never come like that before." She whispered in my ear. "But I do love being your slut. Phil's never taken me like that." I wondered what else Phil hadn't done that she'd like to try. As I've previously said this change in her behaviour was a complete revelation. Although I hadn't actually done anything to change it really, I'd just got her to tell me what she wanted without embarrassment and with complete honesty.
Her fantasy life deserved further investigation as well as her feelings for Phil. The first because I was honestly enjoying seeing how far my perception of Jane as a slightly frumpy, shy buttoned up woman was being altered. The second because whilst I was enjoying this it wasn't going to be long term as I needed to disappear completely. So I intended to leave Jane with either a reinvigorated marriage and sex life or able to strike out on her own and find happiness herself.
I was brought make to the present as Jane rolled off me and stood by the bed. "I really have to go." Which seemed a good idea as she would need to sort herself out before seeing Phil again. She leant forward and kissed me, her breasts swaying playfully as she did so. She turned and looked in a mirror on the wall and checked herself out. "I look like I've been thoroughly bad!" So saying she pulled up her nightie from round her waist and slipped her arms back through the straps. I watched as her breasts were tugged up by the front of the nightie till they gently slipped under the material. A final gentle sway under the material was my last view as she stood.
"I'd say you've been thoroughly good but knackered me for a while." She smiled at that as she finger brushed her hair into some semblance of respectability and with a final smile turned to go. I hoped she'd visit a bathroom before she saw Phil as I noted my cum had leaked and had slid down her inner thigh onto her stockings. As she left the room I said. "I'll probably be out most of the day so I'll text some questions for you to answer during the day, ok?"
Her nod was brief as she left the room and I heard the door shut behind her as she re-entered her house. I hoped Phil was still asleep or at least hadn't noticed her absence before she made it to a shower. There wasn't anything to be done about that so I headed for the shower myself. After a clean up around the flat and getting dressed I was ready to head out. I picked up my back pack and threw in a pad and pen then I was ready. A brief walk saw me at a bus stop and a few minutes later I was sat on the bus to town.
My plan for today was to track down some of the druggies I knew from work. Then work my way up the supply chain and relieve some of higher ups of some untraceable cash. I felt it was likely some of them may also know a way of acquiring a new identity. If that didn't work I'd think again. Unfortunately I was aware that an old trick of searching cemeteries for a grave of a child who was roughly the same age, applying for their birth certificate then using that to get a National Insurance number and a passport no longer worked. Now birth certificates were searched against death certificates so no Frederick Forsyth spy novel shenanigans for me.
To pass the time on the bus I got out my phone and tapped out a message to Jane. "Did you have any awkward encounters with Phil?" I left the phone in my lap whilst I waited for a reply and looked out for my stop. The bus meandered on what seemed an almost random route to the city centre bus station which was where I wanted to be. Just a few minutes walk from the big name shops was the start of a street filled with massage parlours and the odd abandoned building. That was where I was going. I'd usually only go there for work but today I was looking for drug dealers and this was the best place to start.
Just as the bus reached its destination my phone vibrated with a text from Jane. "Fortunately not - we're off out after the shopping arrives."
I decided on a brief reply. "Have a good day, but do tell me another of your masturbation fantasies." I pressed send and made ready to get off the bus. I only had a rucksack with me and just made sure I didn't leave it as I got off. The cold air after the warm humid air on the bus had me zipping up my jacket quickly but it didn't take long to warm up walking to my destination. Sure enough I saw a few likely candidates for a chat after my ten minute walk. Even better I recognised one of them as a young lady who I'd met several times. She was dressed in what can only be described as down and out goth chic. Our meetings were often in unpleasant rooms with her in a collapsed state requiring a swift dose of naloxone to reverse her opiate o/d. Whether she'd remember me was therefore unclear...
