Chapter 13 Used and abandoned
One Thursday he dropped me off at home and drove off. I sorted out my groceries and realised that a tray of eggs was missing. I began to put stuff in the freezer and into the larder cupboard, kicked off my shoes and slipped into a comfortable t-shirt and jogging bottoms. I had just put the kettle on for tea when there was a knock at the front door. Michael was standing on the step holding a box of eggs which he handed to me. I ushered him into the hallway. I think I burbled something about having tea, but he just stood there looking at me.
Suddenly he reached out, and cupping my cheeks in his hands pulled me to him and gave me a wonderful kiss. I could feel my heart pounding as I stood there like a fool clutching my box of eggs. I stood on tip toe and kissed him back. He gently peeled my hands off the egg box and put it on the bottom of the stairs and grabbed me pulling me against him hard and then his hands were all over me while he kissed me again. I am 5 foot 3 inches tall, he towered over me, he must have been over six foot, so when he kissed me in his arms, I had to bend my neck right back, so even when I kissed him it was if I was surrendering to him. I felt his hands under my t-shirt and felt my bra being unhooked, all the time I was thinking that it was going to happen, he’s going to take me. When he let go of me I grabbed his hand and more or less dragged him into the front room, where he pulled off my t-shirt and bent me over backwards while kissed and nibbled at my nipples. When I could I tried desperately to undo his shirt, I managed to loosen his tie, but he was wearing cuff links and I just couldn’t work out how to undo them with my trembling hands. That was when the laughter started, He playfully shove me backwards until I collapsed naked to the waist, onto my trusty sofa.
He began to undress very carefully. He took of his tie and rolled it up and placed it on one of my armchairs, His cuff links went onto the side table, his shirt neatly folded onto the chair, his trousers again folded to preserve the creases went over the back of the chair, his shoes neatly side by side with the sock neatly rolled and placed each inside the appropriate shoe. His underpants were grey and moulded his buttocks perfectly, these were folded and placed on the arm of the chair. I thought he either has OCD or he was teasing me. He was so beautiful, tall and slim, not over muscular but not skinny, and well defined. Pauls penis had been very thick and quite stubby. This penis was what I had expected from the talk of the pot bank girls at home in Stoke on Trent fifty years ago, snakelike. Slender like him and at least a couple of inches longer than Paul’s, and instead of sticking straight out like Paul’s, Michael’s curved gently upwards from a little patch of curly hair. As I say beautiful.
As he walked towards me I thought he was going to use my mouth, but he grabbed the waistband of my jogging bottoms and pulled them and my panties up and off and threw them onto the floor, no OCD there then, he stood for a while looking at me holding my ankles up and wide, telling me all the things I wanted to hear and what he was going to do to me, Then very gently and slowly he began pushing his penis into my vagina. I must have been very wet down there already, because although it had been more than two years since I had been last used by Paul, there was no discomfort at all at first. There was a moment, when he must have pushed my cervix up, when I felt a twinge but that soon passed as my body got used to my new master.
I was totally lost to the sensation of his penis pushing backwards and forwards inside my body and became disorientated when suddenly he pushed my arms round his neck and them putting his arms under my thighs he held my buttocks and stood up still wearing me. He stood there pushing and pulling me backwards and forwards along his penis.
It struck me afterwards that he had been using my body to masturbate with. As for me, with my whole body weight on my clitoral area which was being dragged up and down his penis, the sensation was beautiful and magical. I could feel a huge orgasm building up, and I am sure I was getting quite noisy. Just as I reached orgasm he bent forward and settle me back on the sofa, with my legs in my armpits and was pushing into faster and faster. Of course, after a few thrusts I was gone. I was in another world filled only with the sensations flooding through my body. I was vaguely aware that he was groaning on top of me, and suddenly I felt his semen surging inside me and I had another smaller orgasm. He was holding my face and kissing me and I realised he was still inside me. After Paul had ejaculated into me, his penis would shrink away almost immediately which always upset me a little because I wanted to hold him inside me as long as I could, but Mark had just softened slightly and wasn’t slipping out of me. I managed to wiggle my legs free and locked them behind his back holding him inside like a cork or stopper, until his semen had worked it’s magic. Sure enough, after a minute or so I felt that lovely wave of affection and love sweep over me.
We must have laid there for twenty minutes or so, with my legs and arms holding him to me and so inside me. He eventually gently unwound me, stood up and walked out of the room. I lay there with one leg hanging off the edge of the sofa and the other on some cushions on the arm, listening to him as he went upstairs. I could hear him opening the doors up there and he obviously found the bathroom as I heard the shower running. After a while he came downstairs and as I lay there in the same position, I watched him get dressed, check himself in my big mirror above the mantel piece and then without a word, or even looking at me, walk out of the room. I heard my front door open and close, and heard his car start and drive away.
I just lay there as he had left me, soiled and used; abused and thrown away like a dirty rag doll. I knew it served me right, it was what I deserved for responding to him. It was a most glorious feeling. As I lay there revelling in the emotions flooding through me. I could feel his semen leaking out of me onto the sofa that had cost me almost a months wages. Never mind, I would deal with that later.
Suddenly he reached out, and cupping my cheeks in his hands pulled me to him and gave me a wonderful kiss. I could feel my heart pounding as I stood there like a fool clutching my box of eggs. I stood on tip toe and kissed him back. He gently peeled my hands off the egg box and put it on the bottom of the stairs and grabbed me pulling me against him hard and then his hands were all over me while he kissed me again. I am 5 foot 3 inches tall, he towered over me, he must have been over six foot, so when he kissed me in his arms, I had to bend my neck right back, so even when I kissed him it was if I was surrendering to him. I felt his hands under my t-shirt and felt my bra being unhooked, all the time I was thinking that it was going to happen, he’s going to take me. When he let go of me I grabbed his hand and more or less dragged him into the front room, where he pulled off my t-shirt and bent me over backwards while kissed and nibbled at my nipples. When I could I tried desperately to undo his shirt, I managed to loosen his tie, but he was wearing cuff links and I just couldn’t work out how to undo them with my trembling hands. That was when the laughter started, He playfully shove me backwards until I collapsed naked to the waist, onto my trusty sofa.
He began to undress very carefully. He took of his tie and rolled it up and placed it on one of my armchairs, His cuff links went onto the side table, his shirt neatly folded onto the chair, his trousers again folded to preserve the creases went over the back of the chair, his shoes neatly side by side with the sock neatly rolled and placed each inside the appropriate shoe. His underpants were grey and moulded his buttocks perfectly, these were folded and placed on the arm of the chair. I thought he either has OCD or he was teasing me. He was so beautiful, tall and slim, not over muscular but not skinny, and well defined. Pauls penis had been very thick and quite stubby. This penis was what I had expected from the talk of the pot bank girls at home in Stoke on Trent fifty years ago, snakelike. Slender like him and at least a couple of inches longer than Paul’s, and instead of sticking straight out like Paul’s, Michael’s curved gently upwards from a little patch of curly hair. As I say beautiful.
As he walked towards me I thought he was going to use my mouth, but he grabbed the waistband of my jogging bottoms and pulled them and my panties up and off and threw them onto the floor, no OCD there then, he stood for a while looking at me holding my ankles up and wide, telling me all the things I wanted to hear and what he was going to do to me, Then very gently and slowly he began pushing his penis into my vagina. I must have been very wet down there already, because although it had been more than two years since I had been last used by Paul, there was no discomfort at all at first. There was a moment, when he must have pushed my cervix up, when I felt a twinge but that soon passed as my body got used to my new master.
I was totally lost to the sensation of his penis pushing backwards and forwards inside my body and became disorientated when suddenly he pushed my arms round his neck and them putting his arms under my thighs he held my buttocks and stood up still wearing me. He stood there pushing and pulling me backwards and forwards along his penis.
It struck me afterwards that he had been using my body to masturbate with. As for me, with my whole body weight on my clitoral area which was being dragged up and down his penis, the sensation was beautiful and magical. I could feel a huge orgasm building up, and I am sure I was getting quite noisy. Just as I reached orgasm he bent forward and settle me back on the sofa, with my legs in my armpits and was pushing into faster and faster. Of course, after a few thrusts I was gone. I was in another world filled only with the sensations flooding through my body. I was vaguely aware that he was groaning on top of me, and suddenly I felt his semen surging inside me and I had another smaller orgasm. He was holding my face and kissing me and I realised he was still inside me. After Paul had ejaculated into me, his penis would shrink away almost immediately which always upset me a little because I wanted to hold him inside me as long as I could, but Mark had just softened slightly and wasn’t slipping out of me. I managed to wiggle my legs free and locked them behind his back holding him inside like a cork or stopper, until his semen had worked it’s magic. Sure enough, after a minute or so I felt that lovely wave of affection and love sweep over me.
We must have laid there for twenty minutes or so, with my legs and arms holding him to me and so inside me. He eventually gently unwound me, stood up and walked out of the room. I lay there with one leg hanging off the edge of the sofa and the other on some cushions on the arm, listening to him as he went upstairs. I could hear him opening the doors up there and he obviously found the bathroom as I heard the shower running. After a while he came downstairs and as I lay there in the same position, I watched him get dressed, check himself in my big mirror above the mantel piece and then without a word, or even looking at me, walk out of the room. I heard my front door open and close, and heard his car start and drive away.
I just lay there as he had left me, soiled and used; abused and thrown away like a dirty rag doll. I knew it served me right, it was what I deserved for responding to him. It was a most glorious feeling. As I lay there revelling in the emotions flooding through me. I could feel his semen leaking out of me onto the sofa that had cost me almost a months wages. Never mind, I would deal with that later.
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