Utterly, Completely Taken (A Part Two)

It had been six days since that night. Six days of pretending her world was still normal. Almost a week pretending that life was fine and that she didn’t crave another man. Pretending that her fiancé’s attempts at pleasuring her were actually working. She was actually almost believing her own faking it, last night she hadn’t even bothered fingering herself to orgasm as he had his post-sex shower. She’d just lain there staring up at the ceiling wondering if she would ever cum at his hands again.Sean had messaged her twice. She’d done her very best to ignore the messages but there they sat in her archived messages folder. If they weren’t from him, they’d be innocuous messages, messages she could explain away but she knew the moment she thought about him, those eyes, that touch, she’d give herself away. She read them daily, she read them at work, she read them before she showered, last night she’d read them to make herself wet for her fiancé.As V sat there on the padded stool at the foot of the bed, remembering when they had bought it, the filthy ideas he had suggested in her ear, his grope of her ass in the store she bit her lip and longed for that passion from him again. Pulling on her thigh highs, her black lace thong and black lace bra, she slipped into her heels. Looking at herself in the mirror she had the sudden urge to take a picture and send it to Sean. Just to see his response, to feel wanted.Instead, she ran her fingers over her pussy as she thought back to that night, to the night of torrid fucking, the way he’d bent her body to his will and left her aching for more. She thought of their last kiss, the way he had let her hair slip through his fingers and brushed her cheek with his thumb. She raked her nails over her nipples through the lace as she thought about the smell of him, about the way he slept, deeply, at peace as she’d watched him.She sucked on her finger in front of the mirror as she thought of the way he had fucked her in the shower. His cock stretching her as she’d wrapped one of her legs around him, clutched his head to her neck. She actually whimpered as she remembered her mumbled words in his ear that drove him to fuck her harder and harder until she collapsed into his strong arms.Feeling her thong soaked she smiled at bahis şirketleri her reflection and carefully walked downstairs to her unsuspecting fiancé. She strutted into the living room where he sat watching TV. His face was a picture as he looked up and saw her. She thought she saw the stirring of something in him and dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to him.He grinned like a Cheshire cat and stroked his cock through his tracksuit. Watching his fiancée crawl to him, he leant back and waited, knowing she was going to suck his cock; he loved it when she sucked his cock. She crawled until she was between his legs and rubbed her cheek against his cock through the tracksuit. Looking up at him she begged, “Fuck me, please fuck me, take me, use me, I’m so fucking wet for you.”He smiled down at her and nodded, standing up and walking to the bedroom, leaving her there on her hands and knees in staggered disbelief. Determined to make this work she put aside her disappointment and headed after him, watching the plod of his bare feet up the stairs. As he reached the bed she pushed him down onto it and pulled his tracksuit and boxers down. His cock semi-hard, she ravenously worshipped his cock.She moaned and groaned, gasped and bobbed her head, looking up at him but finding nothing but closed eyelids. Testing him she gave his cock a small bite but nothing. He didn’t pull her off and spank her, he didn’t, fuck, he didn’t do anything. She licked and slurped and gagged on his cock, wanting to be his whore. His hands remained resolutely by his side until she grabbed them and put them on the back of her head.He encouraged her, in absolute heaven. Guiding her wonderfully slutty movements, not wanting to jinx it as he could feel the unmistakable rush coming. Almost without warning he bucked his hips up into her mouth as he came, his guttural moans filling the room. His thick salty cum filled her mouth. His cock twitching in her mouth, he gripped the sheets and his eyes rolled back as she emptied him completely, stroking his shaft into her mouth.Finally he looked down at her and gasped “Sorry, fuck, sorry, but that was amazing.” He stood up and shuffled past her into the en suite bathroom and locked the door calling out “I’ll just have a shower.” bahis firmaları Left on the floor she stared at the door, the taste of him in her mouth. Resting her tired head on the bed she stopped herself from crying. With a sigh she stood up, returned to the footstool, kicked off her heels and rolled down her thigh highs. Climbing into her side of the bed she looked at her phone. Unhooking the painful bra and pulling down the thong, she made a decision.Picking it up, she opened Whatsapp, went to archived messages and started typing. As she did, her fingers plunged into her needy pussy. She typed, one, two, then three different messages, finally deciding on a simple, “Hello stranger”. Hitting send she clenched the phone tight and closed her eyes, her fingers working herself to the brink of orgasm. She held it there until suddenly she felt the phone vibrate and she came. Knowing it was him and what lay ahead, her fingers did what they needed to do and she released a small part of what was building.She waited there with her fingers on her mound for as long as she could, savouring the anticipation before opening her phone and with a grin she saw the message he had sent. She smiled the most satisfied smile and felt her breathing catch, biting her lip as she composed her response. Watching the messages fly back and forth, she realised she had agreed to dinner the next night. Closing her eyes she smiled and put the phone down, changing quickly into more comfortable nightwear she curled up into a ball and turned off her bedside light.*** ***He’d tried last night after his shower. He’d kissed and cuddled and offered to go down, he’d even dry humped her ass but V had no intention of allowing him a second chance. Fuck, it wasn’t a second chance, it might have been his hundred and second chance. She had just pushed him away, put her hand between her legs and drifted off into the perfect contented sleep.With her fiancé at work she’d taken a sick day and dedicated her time to looking her absolute best. Ringing around she managed to book a last minute wax and her lifesaver of a hairdresser agreed to style her hair just how she liked it after she closed that evening. Starting her day at the gym, running her doubts away, stretching her concerns into oblivion kaçak bahis siteleri and loosening her limbs and soothing her soul with a hot tub and sauna session, she felt alive and ready. After her shower at the gym she looked at herself in the mirror and resolved that for the rest of that day, her only thoughts would be of that night. She caught the lie in her own face and giggled as she knew she would be thinking about the first night!The pain of waxing her legs and elsewhere for once felt like a distant murmur as her mind drifted to that night in the hotel room. As she thought of the way he looked at her when he finally woke in the morning. The small smile before he kissed her. The feel of his hand on her neck as he whispered in her ear making her giggle and wriggle into him. Her waxer paused to check her client was on this planet as she was smiling her way through the process as though oblivious to the pain. Their eyes locked and they both knew what V was thinking about.She walked out of the salon with a strut in her step. Her pedi/mani had been fun, the young girl was full of smiles and silly questions and she’d enjoyed indulging her with tales of her evening plans. The clouds had cleared and it was turning into a glorious early summer’s day. A perfect day for a lazy lunch and some serious shopping before her hair appointment. Warm enough for a long hand-holding walk but it would be cool enough to wear some new thigh highs and garter belt. She’d had her eyes on a little black dress she had wanted to buy and now she had an occasion for it. It was the sort of dress that everyone who saw her in it would know that she would be getting fucked that night. It was tight where it should be tight, highlighted her long toned legs and was totally backless.He’d already confirmed the restaurant and it was perfect. She found herself wondering just how he knew what she wanted. The Italian on Market Street in the old townhouse with high ceilings and the fairy light strewn drinking garden out the back. She’d been there once with work and had wondered aloud how there could be that many beautiful people in one place. The plush leather banquettes, the booths, she just knew he would have wangled a booth. She caught herself biting her lip as she opened the door to the store. The dress was there, sadly not on sale, then again a dress like this would never be on sale. She took it, tried it on and spun on the balls of her feet in front of the mirror in pure joy at the dress, at everything.