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My Lover Was Out

My Lover Was Out

by musicmaeru
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My lover was out. It was a weekend and we'd made a promise to go out for the evening after long weeks of hard work when we felt we'd not paid enough attention to each other - a date night - and I'd got some new Microminimus lingerie to wear and to show him. I'd kept it a secret from him. It was a little sexier and a LOT more revealing than my "normal" Wicked Weasel lingerie and I was looking forward to his reaction.

But he'd gone. Early in the morning, he'd snuck out of bed. I suppose he was being kind, trying not to wake me. I think I stirred from my sleep but didn't wake fully and slept in. I only noticed he wasn't there when I stretched my toes out to feel for him and he wasn't there. With no alarm clock to tell me to go to work, it was good to catch up, but I missed having him there at breakfast, sharing a coffee, chatting about the week, looking forward to the evening out and the meal and the coming home afterwards.

I was grumpy for a full 30 minutes, then I tried to think about how I would let him know what I was wearing and reveal it to him, piece by tantalising piece. I thought it would be good to have some time to myself to plan the evening. I wouldn't let him see me get ready; I wanted it to be a surprise. A nice surprise after the long week. I'd wear the sexy lingerie with a new WW dress - he knew about that. One that would allow me to show him glimpses of what I was wearing underneath.

I had no pressure to do any jobs and I was feeling relaxed and warm, so I decided to get in date-night mood and try the lingerie on to imagine how it would look in his eyes. I paraded in front of the mirror - actually now enjoying the fact that there he wasn't there to watch. I tried each piece on, then tried taking each piece off, thinking how I could do that in the restaurant we'd chosen without causing a scene. I wore my heels to get the full effect so I felt tall and proud as I admired the look and feel of the lingerie. It would be fun, to slowly reveal...

I wondered if he'd be home for lunch-time - there was no note, so I didn't know where he was or how long he'd be. By late morning, I'd made my mind up. I knew how my outfit would be, I'd rehearsed my "performance" and knew how to get the desired effect from my lover; something that would satisfy both of us. I was feeling so sexy and wanted him back now.

I went back upstairs and in the soft glow of morning sunlight, I stood by the window, in my beautiful MM lingerie, beginning to feel excited about the evening. I gazed out wistfully, waiting to see my lover's car slowly coming into the driveway.

I heard the tyres against the gravel and rushed downstairs to open the door. I was so excited that I didn't care about the lingerie being a secret, I just wanted to jump on him and have him take me in the doorway, only to find myself in deep shock and even deeper trouble. It wasn't my lover at all, but one of our friends calling round. I'd caught him just about to ring the door-bell and he'd caught me with wisps of lacy, see-through, sexy MM lingerie on - almost completely naked, really. Even worse, wanting my lover to ravish me, I'd spread my arms open wide to greet him; flushed and ready to - well, I'm sure you can guess what I hoped would happen next.

"Well there's a greeting I wasn't expecting!" Our friend looked almost as shocked as I was as I tried and failed to cover up.

"Oh shit! Oh no! I wasn't expecting you," I stammered. "I... I thought it was J..."

"Well, clearly it isn't. But clearly J was in for a good surprise when he came home. Just as well I wasn't the postman or the Amazon delivery guy."

"No, no. It's not what you're thinking. I mean, I was just...; well, we were going to...; I'd been planning.... Oh god, you won't say anything to him will you? It'd be so embarrassing and I'd be in so much trouble. Please?"

"Well, unless you want to show the whole road what you had in mind, you could invite me in?"

"Oh, of course." I struggled as he pushed past me. I couldn't cover everything that was on show and as I turned to close the door, he turned and he was right behind me, almost pressing me against the door. So close to my bum, not just looking at it but putting his hand out to pat it. "OH!" I exclaimed. "Oh please, no don't do that. J... would be really upset if he knew you'd seen me like this. I should go and change out of this. Promise me though - don't tell J...?"

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"Don't tell J...? What do you mean? You mean don't tell him I've seen you practically nude? Wearing the sort of stuff that only whores in Amsterdam wear? And trying to throw yourself at the first man who came through the door?"

It was the way he said "nude." And then compared me to the sort of slut J and I had seen in the red-light district and we'd been so turned on that he'd dragged me back to the hotel and shagged me silly. I flushed red when I remembered that and my knees turned a little weak - both with horror but also with a certain erotic frisson thinking back to that evening of debauchery. "Oh no! No, No no - that wasn't what I was doing, I mean I know it's revealing but it's tasteful and anyway it's none of your business what I look like. You weren't supposed to see it. Or me dressed in it. But please promise you won't tell J...? I'll do anything but just keep this a secret and I'll go and get some clothes on."

"I think that's pretty feeble. I saw how excited you were when the door opened. And I think J... would be pretty keen to know what you get up to with strangers answering the door. But you'll do anything you say? Well, let's see - but don't bother to change, I like what I see so far. Come along."

He grabbed my hand as I was pleading with him and pulled me into the living room. It's silly, but I was glad I'd tidied up and the room was fresh and clean. In my heels, I tottered after him, not very stable on such high heels and he was pulling me rather quickly so I couldn't resist as I knew I should have done.

"Nice room. Now, down to business." He was looking at me with pure lust in his eyes. In a way, I was glad he liked what he saw, I'm quite proud of how my body looks, but I just wished he hadn't caught me when I was thinking such sexy thoughts about what my lover and I would be doing later. I was still so shocked that I just stood there while he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. "Just a quick picture first, I think." I tried to cover my eyes as he took a picture of me. Why I did that, I don't know - as if it was my eyes I should be bothered about, I was practically NAKED for heaven's sake! "You'll do anything...? Well, now, I only have to press a couple of buttons and J... will see what you're up to when he's out. Why don't you kneel down there please. Oh. And take that little bra off - It doesn't hide anything and I don't see why you should cover up anymore."

Even in my tallest heels, he was a lot taller than me. He made me face him and I looked up at him with pleading eyes, shaking my head and trying to get some words out that would stop this nightmare. He pushed my shoulders down and I knelt in front of him as he told me to. Oh no - was he expecting me to suck his cock? I suppose I had said I'd do anything and maybe that's what he thought I'd meant. Well, it's not that big a deal is it? Just a blow-job. I wasn't sure about taking my top off though - I mean, I know it wasn't really hiding anything, but still, it's the principle of the thing.

He still had his hands on my shoulders and he pushed the straps of my lacy bra off my shoulders and down my arms. I had to steady myself by putting my hands on the front of his legs as he pushed on me and that's when I saw what looked like a big truncheon stretching the front of his pants. "OH god," I thought. "That's massive." And I began to flush at the thought of what I looked like to him. Had the sight of me in my underwear really got him in that state?

There wasn't much of the bra left once my shoulder straps had gone so I didn't see the point of the fabric flopping down and getting in the way so I reached behind my back and unclasped it, throwing it onto the sofa. Having my bare boobs out in front of him and kneeling with my eyes on a level with his belt, I kind of went into automatic pilot and did just what I would have done with J... in a similar position. He kept a hand on my shoulder as I undid his belt and pulled the zip of his chinos down. He was a flash bugger so I wasn't surprised to see some fancy designer underwear there, some Italian label. What did surprise me was the size of his package bulging. I chuckled to myself. "Nuts swelling down below a tree trunk! And me a little squirrel about to nibble them," I thought. And the way the tip of his penis was already sticking out over the waistband. Oh my God - He was huge! I'm only small so I genuinely didn't know if I could fit around him.

"I shouldn't be doing this; it's not who I am. I'm not prepared to..."

My protestations were cut off as he put his hands in my hair and just said "2 clicks..." and I knew what he meant. The incriminating picture would be on its way to J... and my reputation would be sunk. He'd think I really was like an Amsterdam slut. I put both my hands to his hips and peeled his underpants down. Well, the damn thing nearly took my eye out as it sprung out and hit me on the face!

"Well, I'm glad to see you have nice breasts. You've kept those hidden from me for far too long." I looked up to see that he was taking another photo of me, my bare boobs out and his giant cock right against my face. Oh God - if J... ever saw those pictures, I'd really not hear the end of it.

"Please don't take any more pictures - I've already said I'll do anything." I looked back down and reached up with my hand to hold his cock and try to control it. I have to say that it was a weapon - I hadn't had anything so big and obviously powerful in my hand and he was so red and engorged - Oh god, it sounds really bad of me but I felt turned on just at the sight and feel of it. I opened my mouth and put my tongue to the tip. He seemed to be moist already so I just licked it a bit, hoping that would be enough. He did taste nice though, I remember thinking that. So I opened my mouth to lick a bit more and he pushed forward so the entire end of his knob went into me. I gagged a little - not because it hit the back of my throat and choked me or anything, just that I hadn't breathed and wasn't expecting him to fill me so thoroughly.

He seemed to enjoy it though. Maybe he got off on the power of it or my reactions, mistaking my activity for enjoyment - well just a little bit - and he began to sway forward and backward as my mouth got used to his size and my tongue made him wetter and slicker. He seemed so hard in my hand - I couldn't get my hand right round him so I just ran my hand up and down, feeling the thick veins under the skin. Does it sound bad of me to say I was beginning to enjoy it? I mean, I know he was stronger than me and had forced me into this situation, but holding him and sucking his cock like this, taking him deeper and deeper, I felt as though I was in control.

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I thought if I could exercise all my skill and bring him to orgasm quickly, then that would be the end of it. I used my other hand to hold his balls so both my hands were filled with his manhood. It felt quite good to hold something so large in my hands and feel how he twitched and his balls rolled in my hands as I sucked and licked. Then my brain went into overdrive and I saw the future. How quickly would he cum? Was the size of his cock and the weight of his balls any indication of how much spunk there would be? Was I going to let him cum in my mouth? Surely he wouldn't expect that? But then he'd be making a mess all over me. That would be worse! Could I take that much in my mouth in one go? I groaned as I thought of the possibilities and I'm afraid he took that for enthusiasm.

"Oh yes, you're enjoying this now aren't you? But don't imagine I'm going to let you off so easily. Now I've got a photo of you with my cock in your mouth, I'm going to see if you really mean 'you'll do anything'." I looked up and he'd taken another photo of me. My eyes widened with shock. He showed me the photo and I was horrified - well, at first, then I was slightly impressed that I'd taken so much of him. His cock seemed to be right inside me and it must have gone beyond my gag reflex - but what did he mean? What was the "anything" he was going to see?

Before I could process it, he had my hair in one hand and the other under my arm, lifting me up and off his prick. I looked down as I stood on my heels again and his cock was slick with my saliva and his precum - it looked enormous, glistening and threatening. I still had my hand on his cock as I stood up and as it slipped up, my hand got coated with the slippery liquid. "Now turn around," he said and as I did, he pushed on my back to bend me over. Well, I didn't want to put my sticky wet hand on the new sofa so I put it on my bum cheek to wipe it off. My lacy panties had been stretched as I knelt down but when I stood up, I could feel that they'd bunched up and were wedged tight between my bum cheeks. I thought they felt a bit cold and wet and I presumed that sucking his cock had had the usual reaction for me and got me "In the mood," if you catch my drift. I'm rather sorry to say that he thought that was hot and told me so. He said something about spreading my bum cheeks and before I really knew what was happening, he'd pulled my lovely lacy lingerie pants off and his large fingers had gone between my legs, feeling my bum and my pussy. I was quite glad I'd shaved that morning, but that was for my lover, not our friend! His fingers went the length of my vagina and it must have been wet because his fingers seemed to move very smoothly.

"No, no, not that. Please, that's too much. I know I said I'd do anything, but I'm really not an Amsterdam whore (my mind was fixated on that image now). I mean, I'm not that sort of girl." I pleaded with him, but it was no use. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy the way his fingers made me feel, but I knew that was just the start. I knew how big his cock was and I was really worried.

"You said "Anything" and that's just what it's going to be. It only takes me two clicks and J... will see everything, then you know what will happen."

"No, please, not that. I'm sure you're too big for me." I used every excuse I could but he just ignored me. I felt him close up behind me as he kept holding my hair and he roughly stuck his stiff cock between my legs. I was horrified at first, but I'm afraid my instincts took over and instead of trying to get away from it, I slid along it as though I was riding it. It was so big though! He and I went backwards and forwards, me struggling at first but then - Oh how awful - I began to get excited and started to enjoy it. I wanted him gone, but I really wanted him to be touching me; I thought I must be close to climax myself, I was so tingly - so I arched my back and tilted my hips so that on the next push, he slipped straight into me - rather deeper than I had anticipated.

"Oh!" I gasped as I felt myself stretched wide. He was so big it was slightly painful at first. I had one hand on the sofa bracing myself, but I had to put a hand behind me to hold him back. He took hold of it and held onto it, using that to give him some leverage as he eased back and forwards again. Well, I'd been excited before so I was very wet, and he'd been pretty slick from my oral skills so the pain went away quite quickly. It didn't stop me making rather a lot of noise though as his every stroke pushed me forward and quite literally took my breath away. I could feel every inch of him as he drove into me and I was starting to be carried away, then I thought of what he could see and whether he was still taking pictures of me.

I looked around and sure enough, he had his mobile phone out. "You bastard!" I exclaimed, in between gasps as he kept pounding away. "I think you've had quite enough fun." That was when he smacked me.

"Don't call me that you little slut!" He said and slapped my bum again.

If I thought I was embarrassed before, I blushed to my roots now. I was right back to being a naughty schoolgirl caught with sweets in the back row of the class. I mean, I know the teachers weren't supposed to, but they did and woe betide you if you told. I guess it was like that now - woe betide me if I told, and I was being admonished - well, punished really, for daring to stand up to my abuser. Except, you know the funny thing? Even back in schooldays, I didn't mind the punishment so much. And now, with a cock sliding in and out of me, I was positively enjoying it. The sensations I was feeling in my pussy were very strongly heightened by the sharp, stinging pain I had just had on my bum and I found that I was feeling wetter and hotter and oh, so tantalisingly close to orgasm. Dare I ask him to spank me again? Or should I just provoke him into it?

"Don't you dare do that to me again. I spent a lot of time getting myself ready today and I'm not having it spoiled by a bully like you." I tried to sound as angry as I could, but with the gasps coming faster and me pushing back on him as much as he was thrusting into me, I'm rather afraid my voice and body gave me away. But it had the desired effect and I felt his hand hit me hard on the other cheek. "Ow!" I shrieked - I was so close now. Both his hands were on my bum now and he was driving into me slowly and deeply, his tummy pushing into me as he bottomed out. He felt as though he'd keep going unless I did something about it. Maybe he'd stop if I did cum? I used my free hand to cup my breast and squeeze my nipple - as hard as I could. There! That was it. If I could pinch myself and time it so that my rhythm matched his, I knew I'd be reaching my peak.

I shuddered and shook as the simultaneous pain and pleasure wracked my body. My pussy clenched and I heard him groan behind me. "No, don't stop now! Fuck me, fuck me harder! Can't you tell I'm so close?" That's what I thought it but I couldn't possibly say it. I just wanted, no needed, that extra little nudge over the top.

Thankfully, he must have got the subliminal message and kept going, even a little bit faster now, and I was trying to grip him as much as I could - thank you for all those pelvic floor exercises - and I collapsed down onto the sofa as I cried out loud and finally quivered my last. I couldn't admit it but that was so good. I mean, sex is good anyway, but this was different somehow, being made to do something illicit. Being forced to behaving like an animal, with no emotions and responding only to the most physical of stimuli. He stayed in me while I lay there still, catching my breath.

It wasn't that he was bigger than J..., and he certainly wasn't better. And god knows, I didn't want to be rogered like this every day of the week. But to be dominated like this and to be shamed into doing things in a way I really hadn't experienced before was so thrilling. The sheer power of the man and the way he didn't take my feelings into account at all; I shudder now as I think about it. J... and I might have talked about domination and submission, but this was the real thing and I loved it - almost as much as I hated it and hated myself for loving what had just happened.

I knew he hadn't cum and wondered if I'd got away with it, if that was the last throw of the dice and if I'd expunged my promises. He pulled out and I turned to look at him, my bum still glowing from his spanking, my pussy still swollen from his pumping against me, leaking my own love juices as they trickled down my thighs and my clit and nipples still tingling from the excitement. I saw out of the corner of my eye my beautiful lacy lingerie cast aside and thought of what I'd planned to be doing later. I put my hands to my poor bruised ass and rubbed my cheeks, knowing full well that he'd see everything I had to show as I spread my cheeks. I looked him in the eyes.

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