She moaned a while longer before looking over her shoulder. “It was at the last Christmas party. I’ve always got on really well with her. Ugh. Ugh. We’re about the same age and we both like to keep fit so I’d been to the gym with her a few times. Oh. Ooh. Oh, fuck. Anyway, she’d just split up with her long-term girlfriend and we were both very pissed. I shared a taxi home with her and for whatever reason, I ended up in her house. Oh shit, yes!”
Unconsciously I had increased my pace as her story unfolded, the delightful possibilities unfolding in my mind, and I hadn’t noticed her getting closer and closer until she shuddered and jerked in another glorious orgasm.
After a few slower breaths, she continued. “Anyway, she was crying about her girlfriend and I hugged her and then she tried to kiss me.”
“Wow! Did you let her?” I asked excitedly.
“No. Well a bit. But then she slid her tongue into my mouth and I stopped her. I just don’t find women attractive in that way. Obviously she’s lovely but she just doesn’t do it for me.”
“What happened next?” I asked, sliding another finger up her bum.
“Ooh! Please, Jake. Be gentle. Nothing much. We were both a bit embarrassed but we still enjoy each other’s company so we’ve remained friends.”
I pulled my fingers out of her arse before replacing them with my aching cock, giving a solid thrust to make sure I entered fully in one go.
“Nooo! Jake!” Her breathing was rapid and shallow as I slowly yet relentlessly butt-fucked her until I had filled her lovely snug arse with another liberal load of jism.
“You bastard,” she whispered as she snuggled into my arms after she’d gingerly pulled herself off me.
“Sorry, Ms. Brown. I just couldn’t resist. You really shouldn’t have such a perfect arse. It makes me want to do unspeakable things to you.”
After we’d cleaned up, I sat on her living room sofa and sipped one of her boyfriend’s beers while she cooked us a quick meal (she was a confident and creative cook). Although I was idly watching some banal reality TV programme, my mind was racing as I thought about my ultimate fantasy and how to make it happen.
I decided to bring up my idea during supper.
“Ms. Brown?” I asked.
She paused while she finished a mouthful of risotto. “Yes, Jake?”
“You know I really fancy you don’t you?”
She smiled. “Yes, I think that’s become very apparent,” she said wryly.
“But, and don’t get defensive now, there is one thing I’d change about you if I could,” I said with outrageous arrogance.
She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms across her substantial bosom (she had put on a low-cut apron but beyond that was still naked). “Oh, really?”
I grinned at her. “I just wish there were two of you!”
She laughed and leant across the corner of the dining table to give me an affectionate kiss. I squeezed her arse in return.
“You know sometimes, Jake, I forget the fact you’ve blackmailed me into whoredom and actually quite like you,” she joked warmly as she sat back down.
“Thanks, Ms, Brown. I’m really fond of you too. You’ve made almost all my fantasies come true. You really are a dream woman.”
Charmingly, she blushed slightly. “Jake! You’ll embarrass me. I’m really pleased that you like me so much though.”
“It’s not so bad having sex with me is it?” I asked.
“No, not at all. In fact, Jake, you really are rather good in bed,” she answered still flushed.
“Really, am I better than your boyfriend? Or the headmaster?”
“Jake! Please don’t be horrible to me. You can be so nice and then you make some hurtful comment. You seem to go out of your way to humiliate me.”
She had a point. I thought about it before answering. “I’m sorry, Ms. Brown. I just can’t help it. I keep wanting to make sure you know you’re mine. I know you can’t be my girlfriend so I want to keep reminding you that I’m in charge so that you don’t leave me.”
She licked her lips thoughtfully before answering. “You know, Jake. That’s actually quite touching. I know it sounds bizarre but I suppose I do really want to please you. Honestly though I would be much more creative about pleasuring you if you didn’t debase me so much, And particularly if you left my arse alone. I don’t understand why you want to hurt me.”
“Oh, I don’t want to hurt you. It’s just that it feels amazing Your bum is so tight and hot. And maybe a bit because you don’t want me to,” I admitted.
“Oh, Jake,” she sighed. “I could do lots of other really interesting things for you instead that would be just as nice. Different positions. Maybe using sex toys or porn…”
I put my fork down before taking her hand. “Well there is one thing. My ultimate fantasy,” I offered.
“Oh. What’s that?” she asked tentatively.
“Two women. If you could make that happen for me, I promise I wouldn’t pester you for anal anymore.”
“Jake! Do you mean two women with each other or with you?” she asked looking slightly worried.
“Well, mostly with me but I’m not adverse to some lesbian action…”
“No way, Jake! I’ve already told you I don’t fancy women.”
I decided to be a little more forceful. “Ms. Brown, I still have those pictures, you know. As I’ve said I really like you and I don’t want to hurt but please don’t push me.”
She looked up at me with those lovely green eyes, her hurt expression not marring her beauty in any way.
“I know where you’re going with this but there’s no way Emma is going to have a threesome with us.”
“Emma?” I asked disingenuously.
“Ms. Taylor! I know what you want and with whom!” she said crossly.
“| What a great idea! The thought of having you and Ms. Taylor at the same time…”
“Jake! There’s no way you’ll be able to persuade her to have sex with you!” she protested.
“No. I’m sure she could be persuaded to have sex with you,” I suggested.
She stayed silent for another two mouthfuls of risotto before saying anything else. “Jake,” she started in a patient over-reasonable tone.
I cut her off, “Ms. Brown, I want you bring Ms. Taylor back here and seduce her. I’ll make sure I’m here with a camera to film your exploits. After which I’m sure she’ll do whatever I want.”
“Oh you fucking bastard,” she said with passion. “No way, it won’t work. I won’t be able to entice her anyway.”
“Why not? We’ve already established she fancies you. Does she have a girlfriend?”
“Um, no, but…”
“Ms. Brown. Let’s get something very clear. If you don’t get her into bed with you, you’ll find some interesting pictures of yourself plastered over the school notice-boards before you can say ‘I’m a cock-sucking whore’,” I threatened rather cruelly.
“Oh, Jake,” she sobbed somewhat theatrically.
I moved around the table and put an arm around her to give her a hug. “Shhh,” I comforted her and kissed the back of her neck. “Come on, Ms. Brown. I know you’ll be able to do it. Think of the relief your poor sore bottom will get…”
~~~
Three weeks after I’d demanded a threesome I found myself sitting in the guest bedroom of Ms. Brown’s flat avidly watching the pictures on my laptop from a webcam discreetly placed in the living room.
Her boyfriend had been away with work a lot so we’d spent virtually every spare minute available fucking in a range of positions and holes. I’d ensured that I made thorough use of her arse, just so she didn’t forget what would be in store for her if she didn’t manage to seduce Ms. Taylor.
And to give her credit she’d delivered at the first opportunity. It was a Friday night and her boyfriend was on an extended stag weekend in Riga. A big group of teachers from school had gone out to celebrate the retirement of the Head of English and Ms. Brown had promised that she would persuade Ms. Taylor to come back her place.
I could hear them giggling as they came in through the front door. They sounded drunk.
I gasped as Ms. Taylor collapsed onto the sofa in full view of the camera. The picture was excellent and the microphone worked perfectly.
“What do you want to drink?” Ms. Brown asked.
“A G and T for me!” Ms. Taylor replied with a laugh. She was wearing a patterned black and white dress that ended mid-thigh and showed off her leggy figure perfectly. Her long black straightened hair was loose and her smile flashed in delightful contrast to her smooth chocolate skin.