Chapter 1
I led in bed with one eye open, a piercing white hot pain coursing around my skull and my forehead and chest faintly glistening with the Jameson frantically trying to escape my body. The curtains were drawn but sabres of light pierced through the gaps that I could not muster the energy to fix. A precariously balanced glass of water on my bed stand seemed to hold little appeal despite my desiccation.
Momentary pain relief arrived as a grin made its way across my face. Murky memories of a great night in a small expat enclave whose inhabitants traded freely in oil, alcohol and extra marital affairs. Not necessarily in that order but at that time all in sellers markets. Much like my insides and the landscape surrounding me, my sex life had evaporated and weeks had long since turned into months. Long distance had exposed gaping wounds in a since abandoned relationship and I now found myself surrounded by an abundance of work and a dearth of single or interesting women.
As my systems and senses began to sputter into life, I reached for my phone to send up a few SOS flares, check the rest of the party were alive and assess what food was going to repair the damage. I winced as they all began marvelling at my dancing ability, and the awareness of pain in my knees and feet told me they probably weren’t lying. The ignominy of the morning deepened as I scanned through the messages I had sent in the wee small hours. All of them tasteful but none of them necessary, mercifully however none of them sent in the direction of my ex. As my second eye slowly assessed the prospect of greeting the world, I stumbled upon a message I had sent along with a few ‘likes’ to my friend Dan’s older sister Katie. An article she had shared regarding the humanitarian situation in DRC and pictures of leaving drinks with her family were piquing my interest much like they had clearly done at 02.23 am.
I had first met Katie at an otherwise unremarkable beer festival one summer, she was back home visiting her family with her husband. They were working and living in the middle east, both of them lawyers, although working for opposing sides of the argument. She was as intimidatingly intelligent as she was attractive with a razor sharp wit sharpened for anyone that needed to be cut down to size. Their union struck me as odd, a formidable human rights lawyer and feminist campaigner married to a rather underwhelming and chauvanistic, weedy corporate lawyer. There was no warmth between them and I had briefly wondered whether she was his ‘beard’. In those brief moments I hadn’t consciously thought about it but I knew there was a spark and I sensed a compelling gravity towards her, a joyful feeling that she was indeed bad news in the best possible way. She was interesting.
Her husband was noticeably absent in her family photo and in my inebriated stupur I had taken the liberty of privately suggesting she should take a small detour on her way down to Africa. She had read the message but had recognised me for the tragic drunk I was and not responded. As the Jameson continued to leave my body it left space for doubt and regret. I deliberated over the delicate wording so I could apologise but still leave the door slightly ajar. I settled on:-
‘Sorry… that was inappropriate. Ramblings of a drunkard. Sore head this morning! Maybe I’ll catch you and Dan over xmas. Hope you’re well x’
I let the phone fall on the duvet and searched the ceiling above for the motivation to get out of bed and make use of the morning. I was drawn out of my stare by a buzz from my phone and after lazily picking it up, a short sharp jolt of adrenaline fired my brain into gear. It was Katie.
‘So you’re telling me I should stop looking at flights….?’
This information was a lot to process through the haze of alcohol. I’d noticed my heart rate had jumped and I was now wide awake. I closed the phone, threw back the sheets and walked naked into my kitchen to make coffee, freshen my face and think clearly. I stood propped on my counter top, gazing out at the gentle waves of the sea below for what seemed like an age deliberating the moral conundrum I was in. She had a Brother and a Husband and the former was a very good friend I didn’t want to lose.
In the end, the smell of burning toast snapped me out of it.
‘Absolutely not’
She had given me permission to change course and it was not my responsibility to worry about her Husband. Her brother maybe, but I suspected she was looking for someone man enough to throw caution to the wind and to follow through on his unfiltered desires from the night before, taking what he really wanted. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
I took my toast and lukewarm coffee and plonked them down on the coffee table and slid open the balcony doors to welcome in the cool winter breeze. This had become somewhat of a weekend ritual, welcoming the world naked with a coffee in hand and the warm morning glow of the sun on my skin. By now, hastily taken panadol and a busy mind were turning down the volume on my hangover and as I glanced sideways to the large mirror on the wall I let myself imagine Katie’s curvaceous silhouette knelt before me, skillfully and zealously pleasuring my cock. As the sun warmed my skin and the breeze gently billowed the sheer curtains, I closed my eyes and continued to imagine the scene. Her skin tight with goosebumps from the breeze, her nipples hard and my hands running through that beautiful mane of curly blonde hair. I had begun stroking myself slowly on the threshold of the balcony, eyes closed, trying hard to focus on the flood of blurry images playing out in my mind. Vividly imagining every touch of her tongue as it danced over my now pulsing head and her hands massaging my balls encouraging, goading, begging me to explode into her. Just as my mind began to paint the picture of the small beads of her wetness that would be collecting on the marble tiles beneath my feet, my dream was broken by the sound of my phone again.
Katie : Good. I don’t want you being all mouth and no trousers. That would be disappointing.
I knew what that meant and I relished being challenged.
Me : That’s something I’m certainly not.
Katie: What? Good or disappointing?
A deep satisfied smile filled my entire body, she was pressing all the right buttons.
Me: Me being Good or Bad depends on how you behave. I won’t be disappointing.
By now I was sat on the edge of the leather sofa, the tips of my fingers absentmindedly teasing the head of my cock and I felt the thin glaze of pre cum that had oozed out of me. I glanced down and imagined her willfully indulging herself on my shaft, filling her throat because she just couldn’t satisfy her insatiable need to be fucked.
Katie: A few drinks with you might be the last fun I have for 6 months. I have no intention of behaving.
Me: Then I will have to be very VERY bad.
She was fooling no one with the talk of ‘a few drinks’ but I enjoyed the playfulness all the same. It took her a while longer to respond and I wondered whether she too was naked right this second, thousands of miles away, touching herself to thought of me.
Katie: If I really misbehaved what would you do?
Naked or not, she was definitely playing with herself. My cock ached and my teasing turned to stroking as an animalistic desire rumbled up through my body. I took a photo of the seat in the window and sent it to her.
Me: Girls that behave badly get bent over that seat and spanked until their little wet cunt drips all over the floor.
For a moment I worried I had pushed it too far and she took a while to respond. Either she was shocked and offended or she was in fact playing with her little wet cunt.
Katie: That’s a bad word.
With a devilish grin, I replied.
Me: I told you I would have to be very bad if you misbehaved.
Katie: And what happens to my little wet cunt if I behave myself?
Me: Good girls get rewarded and she would be fucked over and over until she was sore and filled with cum.
Katie: That makes her very excited.
The very thought of her wet pussy drove me wild.
Not 20 minutes ago she seemed untouchable. I wanted to own every inch of this goddess, the absolute embodiment of femininity. I yearned for the challenge of satisfying the darkest parts of her mind. I had to tell her exactly what I wanted to do to her.
Me: I am going to bend you over that seat and spank you until your wet cunt drips all over the floor. I am going to tease your wet little holes with the head of my cock whilst I trace my fingers over the beautiful red marks across your arse. You are going to beg me to fuck you. If you don’t beg loud enough I will spank you. If you touch yourself without my permission, I will spank you. When I think you deserve it I am going to take big handfuls of your hair and fuck you senseless. If you’re too quiet you will be spanked until you scream louder. If you are going to cum you will have to ask my permission. If you cum without my permission, you will be spanked and you won’t get mine, because you won’t deserve it. If you manage to hold off your orgasm until I grant you permission you can get mine wherever you want it. When I am finished you will make sure my cock is clean and lick every last drop of my cum and yours off me. When I am satisfied you will obediently lay on the floor and finger yourself for me whilst you let my cum drip from your pretty little wet cunt.
My heart was racing, my cock twitched, eagerly wanting a release. She instantly read the message. I re read it several times as well, driven closer to orgasm by my own words. Once again her response took a little while longer to come through than I thought and small pangs of fear made me think maybe once again I had taken this too far too quickly.
Katie: Well, well. That certainly did the trick. :)
The picture below took me by surprise. There was Katie’s ‘pretty little hairy cunt’. It was trimmed to her bikini line but much fuller than I had seen for some time or maybe ever before. There was something so sexy and raw about how her considerable wetness had soaked the hair around her delicate lips. So used to seeing girls clean shaved, I was transfixed. I stared at the picture as I stroked my cock feverishly, vividly imagining how she would taste, how she would buck and writhe under the touch of my tongue across her clit. I took a deep inhale through my nostrils imagining her scent. I groaned deeply and came so hard that a large rope of cum hit the couch behind my shoulder.
Simultaneously Katie sent through another message, I’d probably been absent from the conversation for a little too long.
Katie: I have to go, but that was fun! I will look at flights and let you know confirmed dates. Speak later. Thank You, Sir.
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