I was just beginning to get my life back together. I had left my girlfriend after two years of a less than happy relationship. She was a domineering and demanding woman, calculating, manipulative and fiercely competitive. She wouldn't do anything without a plan, without knowing what the outcomes would be and how she could make it happen. She hated to lose and would stoop to any depths to gain the upper hand. She had quite a hold on me and could make me do virtually anything simply with the sheer force of her will.
Tall, athletic and muscular she is the archetypal ex policewoman turned high school PE teacher. She had slowly bled my confidence away. Physically she was more than a match for me, her rugby playing gave her terrific upper body strength and, at six foot plus, she is a good couple of inches taller than me. She has raven black hair and piercing blue eyes. She is attractive but dangerous and should come with a health warning.
She wanted everything her own way in bed too - I had almost been her sex slave. She would order me to do her bidding and allow me to cum only at her command and only after she had been fully served and sated. She could also be cruel and would often deliberately seek to frustrate me sexually.
One day I had just had enough and left without even collecting any of my stuff. I just took a transfer on a whim, without telling her, and moved to the other end of the country.
I had a new girlfriend, Kay, a quiet and unassuming girl a few years my junior but it hadn't got serious as yet. We had met at the holiday camp where she had a part time job and I had moved to. She had arrived about three months after me at the start of the summer season.
The place I had wasn't much but was all I could get - a small and run down ex-touring caravan on the back end of a seaside caravan park. It was autumn, the nights were drawing in and late that evening there was a tap at the door, it was Kay, with a Chinese take away. She came in with a broad smile and held out the brown paper bag. I ushered her in from the evening twilight into the dimly lit and dank metal box I called home and placed the brown paper bag on the narrow surface next to the sink.
I felt guilty that she had obviously made such an effort and awkward as to how to greet her. After clumsily offering her a hand, then puckering a kiss, we settled on a peck on her left cheek.
She came in and I admired her sleek and slender figure, bare bronzed legs and low cut frilly top. She had generously looped earrings and cherry red lipstick that complemented her shiny and straight dark brown hair.
I had thrown on a baggy pair of grey tracksuit bottoms and a plain white tee shirt – rather uninspired but they were the only clean clothes I could find.
We stood awkwardly wondering what to say and do next. I got the impression that Kay was here on a mission and she wanted to take this relationship further.
I was just about to say something to break the tension when the caravan door suddenly flew open. The unmistakably tall and athletic shape of Trisha, my ex, burst into the confined and narrow space. She shoved Kay forwards and against my chest like she was playing sardines.
Kay's head was firmly squashed against my white tee shirt as Trish turned and calmly placed her large handbag next to the take away on the kitchen surface. Kay's lips deposited a cherry red impression on my clean white chest. Her hair was soft and smelled of fruit, her soft perfume caught my nose and awoke certain feelings from deep within me.
"My God. It is you." Trish exclaimed as she pressed Kay's body further towards me.
I dwelt on the feel of the soft pressure of her firm breasts against my chest as Trish forced her further forwards. Thoughts started to enter my head that were wholly inappropriate for the circumstance and my cock began to swell involuntarily but it had been over six months since I had last been this close to a pair of tits.
I was forced backwards in the narrow confines of what passes as a passageway. My backside was wedged tight against the cooker as Trish slammed the door shut and threw the lock down.
"How did you find me?" I asked nervously.
"I had you watched." She said with a steely glare.
Trish can be quite threatening. She had bulked up and had obviously been working out. Her deep blue eyes blazed with ferocity as she hissed out a string of abuse aimed, I thought, solely at me.
Kay was quite the opposite, demure, slightly built and around six inches shorter. She had soft brown hair and welcoming hazel eyes that were staring pleadingly and wide open deep into mine.
Kay, uncharacteristically, spun round and sternly said. "Why don't you just leave?"
That was like a red rag and Trish took a swing at her. A full scale scuffle then broke out in the narrow confines of the caravan. I glared at Trish as she easily got the better of Kay and swung her back around to face me. Kay's lip and nose were bloody. Trish slapped her leg in an attempt to demean her in front of me as if disciplining a pupil.
I went to move forward, Trish grabbed my wrist and threw Kay down and on to the small table at the front of the caravan. She opened her bag and produced a set of hand cuffs, not, alas, the novelty kind.
With a click she had secured them on one side to Kay and forced my wrist into the other. With a painful tug and a click Kay and I were connected, right wrist to right wrist. I stood wedged against the cupboard opposite the door and to Kay's right as she lay face down on the table.
I craned my neck to see if any keys were evident in Trish's handbag but with one look and a slight hand gesture Trish stunned me into timid submission.
Trish continued to smack Kay's legs and drifted further up until she was striking just under them hem of her short plaid skirt. I couldn't help to fix an admiring stare at the rippling flesh as it reacted to Trish's manual assault.
Trish gradually smacked higher until her hand disappeared up and under the hem, revealing the hint of a fleshy buttock as it flashed in and out with each rapping swish. The crack of Trish's hand against Kay's apparently bare flesh rang around the small room and awoke lustful feelings buried deep within me.
Trish knew what turned me on and it was already working me, she lifted Kay's skirt slowly with her left hand as she continued to reel at her soft flesh with her right. God it was hot and Trish knew it.
She teased my eyes as she raised Kay's skirt at a slow and even pace to reveal a pair of firm and bare butt cheeks rippling with each forceful thwack. My eyes scanned every millimetre of the evenly tanned flesh, right up to her butt crack and I was convinced that she wasn't wearing any knickers. My eyes were fixed and wide open with a mixture of horror and guilt at my growing lust.
Trish pulled Kay's skirt higher and folded it up and on to her back to reveal a small triangular patch of lemon yellow material in the hollow at the top of her cleft. Thin strings disappeared around her tanned waist and down between her reddened and rippling butt cheeks.
Trish deliberately pulled at Kay's butt cheeks to open them and highlight the path of the thin yellow string as it went towards her neat clam, encased within a small bump of the thin yellow cotton. My eyes automatically scanned every fraction of the neat mound stretched tight over her shapely cunt lips. My cock jumped as I searched along the clear dent of her slit and around the edge for any wispy hairs – there were none as Trish made sure I could confirm.
"What do we have here? A thong? You naughty little girl, where you hoping to get some tonight? A Friday night fuck perhaps?"
Trish continued to try to smack the resistance out of Kay but knew fully what effect it was having on me. Kay was flopped flat on the table, her right hand, limp and chained to mine and her head on its side in passive submission as I stood, powerless as a bystander.
Impure thoughts raced through my head that conflicted with the ferocity of Trish's hand as she manipulated the scene to appeal to my inner most and hitherto secret desires.
