Bree's Journey Pt. 01

"Not your house, I take it."

I could hardly speak through my fit of laughter. "Not even my street."

"I don't know why you're laughing so hard. This is your car and these are your neighbors. If they did see us, you're going to be the popular topic of conversation at the next block party."

"That's next week, by the way. I doubt anyone saw. Just keep going down this way and take the next left. My house is third on the left."

I sat back in my seat and refastened my safety belt for the remainder of the short trip. A devious grin curled my lips as I was unable to mask my self-pride. I'd just won the imaginary race.

We reached my home less than a couple of minutes later. Miles walked me to my door and unlocked it for me as if he owned the place and I was staying with him. It felt right to let him take the lead like that. It was very different than anything I'd experienced in the past. It doesn't matter how well you think you might know a man, when it comes to the first time you have sex, there is always tension. Sometimes the tension is so great, the entire act of being intimate feels awkward and wrong. That wasn't going to be the case with Miles.

I don't know if it was how forthright he was about sex upfront that just whisked the tension away, or something less obvious. Whatever it was, it felt like we'd been lovers for years and that was a brand new feeling for me.

"I need to call home."

I glanced up at him as I answered, "Okay."

I expected him to slink off to a quiet corner of the dining room for privacy so I simply walked to my bedroom to change clothing and give him space. When I emerged from my closet wearing only my panties, I was shocked to see him leaning against the door jamb with his phone pressed to his ear. My hands instinctively raised to cover my nakedness.

He smiled and beckoned me with a curled index finger. I crept slowly toward him, not fully ready for him to see so much of my skin. I thought for sure I'd have enough time to change clothing.

"Hey, hun, how are you doing?"

He gently unfolded my arms and began fondling my right breast.

"Good. Listen, I'm not going to be coming home tonight."

His fingertips tightened around my nipple, rolling the flesh between them.

"I think you know why. But if you want me to spell it out for you, I will."

I was able to barely hear her response through the receiver: I think I deserve that much, at least. I could feel my face and neck growing hot and could only imagine how red I was turning. It was one thing for him to tell me that this was their twisted game, and something entirely different to actually hear her voice and realize that it was real.

"I'm going to fuck Bree tonight. As many times as she can handle it, and in every way I can think of until I get my fill."

~ Really. How do you know she even wants to sleep with you?

"She gave me the most amazing blow job I've ever had on the way to her house. I'm hard again just thinking about it. I don't think there's any doubt that she wants me to fuck her. I'm playing with her hard little nips right now."

~ Is that so? That little ...

"Don't you dare, Nancy. We've talked about this. You have no right to talk bad about her. Besides, I think you like it when I'm with another woman."

~ I do not.

"Yeah, right. Anyway, do we have anything going on tomorrow?"

Miles shoved his hand down into my panties to palm my mound. He stroked my pussy lips with his finger as he listened to his wife talk about their plans.

"I'll be home before they arrive."

His finger slipped easily into my hole and a smile grew on his lips.

"I might. Or I might just smell of sex. I doubt your mom and sister will be able to tell the difference. If they do become suspicious, I'm sure you'll come up with some explanation. Either way, I don't care."

Miles removed his finger and slid it into his mouth.

"I'll see you in the morning, Nancy. I love you."

~ I love you, too.

"I'll keep the phone close in case of emergency, but it better be a real emergency this time. Understand?"

He pulled the phone from his ear and hung up as his fingers were weaving their way into my hair to hold me steady for a kiss.

"Your pussy is dripping wet."

I gasped at his straightforward statement before nodding.

"Did you like the conversation I had with my wife?"

I nodded again, this time a little more sheepishly.

"I thought you might. That's why I didn't make the call from the other room. I've never done that before."

"Aren't you afraid that one of these times you're going to push her too far?"

"Yes. But the worst thing that could happen is that she asks for a divorce."

"Why don't you just get divorced?"

"I don't want to divorce my wife. Except for the sex, everything is perfect. We're good friends and we get along great together. I like her family."

"What if she presented you with an ultimatum?"

"You mean, you or her?"

"No, not me specifically. But, you know, having sex with other women as a single guy, or being monogamous as her husband."

"I'd choose sex as a single man. I already know I can't go on being in a sexless, monogamous marriage."

"What if she changed?"

"What? All of a sudden started enjoying sex?" I nodded. "Not going to happen. She can't change. Besides, I'd always wonder why she didn't do that years ago, and how long she's going to keep it up before she decides to quit again."

"I just don't understand how someone can give up sex like that."

"I know. Neither can I. Now are you going to get out of those panties so I can fuck you, or do you want to keep discussing Nancy's frigidity?"

Miles ushered me to the side of my bed with his body.

"Well?"

I huffed as I hooked my fingers into the sides of my panties and pushed them down over my hips and thighs until they fell in a pool around my ankles. What he lacked in romance, he made up for in sexy bossiness.

He patted the mattress. "Up here. On your back with your legs spread."

"Pardon me?"

"You're going to act like that offended you when not 20 minutes ago you had my dick in your mouth?"

I stepped to the side to get away from him but he blocked me with his body.

"You can't have it both ways, Bree. I don't play games. I've been completely honest with you from the start. No one is a victim here. We both know what is going to happen."

"You don't have to throw it in my face and treat me like a ..."

"What? A whore? A slut?"

"Yes."

"Is that how you think I see you?"

I nodded.

"Only to the extent that you are my slut for the time we're together. The woman I first met at the bar, the one who brazenly sucked my cock in the car, and approached me wearing next to nothing as I spoke with my wife on the phone, is the one that makes my dick hard. I love that woman because she is honest. She knows what she likes, and she's not apologetic about it."

I'd been looking down at the carpet for his speech. In the silence, he lifted my chin with his finger to force my gaze to his.

"She's in there somewhere. That's the woman I want, so please don't be ashamed of her."

"I'm not."

Miles smiled and kissed the tip of my nose. "Good. Then if you want to continue, climb up here and spread those thighs so I can stare at that pretty pussy while I undress."

A part of me despised the effect his words had on me. My pussy was literally throbbing as I climbed onto the bed and rolled onto my back to spread my legs.

"Oh, fuck yeah. That is one gorgeous pussy. I have been thinking about fucking you since Valentine's Day. I've jacked off fantasizing about this moment so many times."

Miles pulled his shirt over his head and began unfastening his jeans, never peeling his eyes from the juncture between my splayed thighs.

"Your cunt is so fucking wet. I think you like being a slut, don't you?"

I closed my eyes and nodded.

"Open your eyes and look at me." He waited for me to comply before continuing. "Tell me that you like being my slut. Out loud."

I swallowed hard. My entire body was trembling with need for him. He continued to undress, slipping his shoes off and dropping his jeans and briefs down his legs. When he was fully undressed and standing, his erection jutted impressively toward me as if it were attempting to lead him onto the bed. His cock appeared even larger than in the car and I couldn't help but imagine how full it was going to make me feel.

"I like being your slut." His cock twitched at my confession and I felt a gush of hot fluid sliding over my anus and between my ass cheeks onto the mattress.

"Show me, Bree. Slide your arms over your head and cross your wrists."

Miles put one knee on the mattress as I followed his order. His hands gripped the backside of my knees to lift and spread them even wider. He inhaled deeply and then moaned as he exhaled.

"I love that smell. You are so perfect."

He lowered his face as he wrenched my knees closer to the mattress, forcing my ass to lift off the bed. Then his tongue began one continuous lick, starting at my sensitive anal bud and continuing up the full length of my slit. My entire body shivered in delight.

"So sweet."

His hands slid along my thighs until he was holding my ass cheeks open with his thumbs to examine my anus. He studied it for a few seconds before moving up to my pussy. Miles held my pussy lips open with his thumbs as he lowered his face.

"I intend to spend a lot of time here. You don't mind, do you, my pretty little slut?"

I shook my head. I couldn't get over how excited I got each time he called me that. I always saw it as an insult before. The way he used the term, it was more like an endearment.

He probed my hole with a stiff tongue for a few seconds and then assaulted my clit with it. I gasped and cried out, squirming to get away from the sudden onslaught. It was too much. My hands instinctively moved to his head and he pulled away and lifted his face.

His stern gaze met my alarmed one. I froze, not certain what to do. After a few seconds of silence and no activity, I slowly lifted my arms back over my head.

"It won't kill you to give into it. If I had my way, you'd have an orgasm every time I touch you. As many as physically possible, in fact. Just let go and do that for me, okay."

I nodded and relaxed my head back onto the mattress, closing my eyes. My focus turned inward to my body and I took a mental inventory of each sensation. I could feel the ceiling fan pushing air over my belly and breasts. The cooling sweat of my arm pits and sides. His hot breath on my swollen clitoral hood as his face hovered over my wet pussy.

A moment later, I felt his hot tongue slithering around my folds; up one side and down the other in no particular pattern or rhythm. He circled my clitoral hood several times, sometimes flicking my exposed center in a teasing manner, other times avoiding it altogether.

After several minutes of this, I found myself gyrating and bucking my hips. He'd put me right on the edge of release and I couldn't take it any longer. Finally I put words to my pleading.

"Please, Miles. I'm so close."

"Mmmmm, yes you are." He continued the same tease, not deepening the contact like I desperately needed in order to climax.

"Please, harder."

"Oh, now you want it harder. You are a demanding little slut, aren't you?"

I groaned and nodded.

"You got yourself into this. I want to hear you say it."

"Say what?"

"Tell me what a demanding slut you are. Apologize for making me wait to fuck you."

It took me a second to get started. "I am sorry for making you wait. I'm being a demanding slut."

"No. You are a demanding slut."

"I am a demanding slut."

His tongue was on my clit before I finished the last word. In a matter of seconds the crescendo in my pussy reached its peak. I gripped the blanket beneath my hands to keep from moving them as I rode out one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. Screaming and spewing curse words. I could only imagine how I was making a complete spectacle of myself. It only fueled Miles' lust further.

He moved swift as a cat, sliding off the mattress and yanking my body to the edge. He positioned his swollen head to my opening and thrust it into my still pulsating channel in one movement. I cried out from the shock of the intrusion at the same time that he delivered a chorus of pleasurable groans.

Thrusting fast and deep, he began fucking me with a lustful fury that sent me straight into another orgasm. This time I clawed at his chest as I trembled and screamed beneath him.

"Fuck, yeah. That's it, baby."

He thrust deep inside me and lowered his torso over my body to hold his cock firmly in place. With his face an inch from mine, he stared into my eyes as he unloaded his semen inside me. I felt the pulsing of his shaft and even the heated gush that followed.

I could come up with only one word to describe the experience: Raw.

After catching his breath, he lifted his torso off me and withdrew his cock. I hissed at the soreness and received a somewhat sympathetic look.

"A warm washcloth will fix you right up." Miles glanced around and pointed toward the master bathroom doorway. "There?"

I nodded and he proceeded to untangle himself from my legs.

"Stay here. I'll be back in a second."

His whole demeanor had changed. He was no longer the domineering, arrogant jerk that I wanted to hate. He was the humble, honest, sweet man that I ate dinner with just hours earlier. I didn't know what to make of it.

He returned with a wet washcloth in his hand. "This should feel good." I spread my thighs and he pressed the wet cloth against my aching pussy.

I gasped for a second and then sighed a moan of relief. It was warm and soothing. "Do you have to do this for girls a lot?"

Miles smiled and shook his head. "No. I don't usually get carried away like that."

"It was, uh ..." I was trying to think of a word to replace 'raw'.

"Intense."

"Yeah, that's the word. Intense."

Miles gently refolded the washcloth before pressing it against my swollen pussy lips again. He climbed next to me on the bed and settled onto his side, keeping the washcloth in place. "It was incredible, Bree."

"I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Are you trying to provoke me?"

His question caught me off guard. I had to think about it. Is that what I'm trying to do? I shrugged, not really knowing why I said what I did.

"You have no idea what this is about, do you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, how we are together. Why the sex with us is so incredible."

"I don't know. I guess not."

"Have you ever heard of BDSM?"

"You mean whips and chains and shit?"

"Something like that. I'm not into all that, but I sort of get the gist of it. It's about one person taking control over the other. I started reading up on it when I was trying to figure out this whole thing with Nancy. Anyway, I realized at some point that I like to take control. I'm sort of dominant by nature."

"Sort of?"

Miles laughed. "Okay, I am dominant. I've never really known that, or acted on it, anyway."

"Never?"

Miles shook his head. "Not before tonight."

"Wow. You could've fooled me. You were so confident."

"I just did what felt right. You helped, you know."

"What did I do?"

"I don't know. I can't explain it. It started the first time I met you. The way you looked so feminine but acted so tough. I don't know. I just wanted to take you right then."

"I was attracted to you at first, too. You made me feel so comfortable. I thought it was because you were married and off limits. Or so I assumed at the time."

Miles leaned toward me and pressed his lips to mine for a series of chaste kisses. I responded by kissing him back.

"Like now. The way you just soften to my kiss."

I shrugged and smiled.

"I know. It's just natural for you. It makes my dick hard."

I lifted my head to confirm what he was saying. "How on earth ...?"

"I don't know."

"You've already come twice. Once inside me without a condom, I might add."

"I thought we covered the STD discussion."

"We did. But what about the possibility of getting pregnant?"

"What about it?"

"Did you think about that?"

"Yes."

"And you came inside me, anyway?"

"Yes. It sort of got me off, actually."

"What?"

"Yeah. The thought crossed my mind that I might be impregnating you and it turned me on. I don't think there's anything really weird about that. There's nothing sexier than the thought of planting my seed and leaving an indelible mark in the world as a result."

"Did you tell your wife this?"

Miles pulled away and took a deep breath. "Before we knew she was incapable of conceiving, yes. I would've never said that to her after we found out. And it didn't affect my desire to have sex. I still wanted it. She just ... wasn't into it."

"Look, I wasn't trying to make you feel responsible for her lack of interest in sex."

"Yes you were, you ungrateful little whore." Miles lifted the washcloth by a corner and smacked my pussy with it.

"Ow! Ungrateful?"

"Yes, ungrateful." He whipped me with it again.

"Ow! Stop that."

Miles chuckled as he slid off the bed and headed toward the bathroom. I couldn't help but notice the profile of his hard cock bobbing straight out in front of him as he strode across the room. I also couldn't deny how deeply that sight affected me. By the time he returned, I was practically writhing in wanton lust for him.

He immediately picked up on my lustful state. Rather than climbing back onto the bed, he stood beside it and motioned me closer so he could guide my face to his cock.

"I want to enjoy your mouth when I don't have to concentrate on the road."

I eagerly took his cock between my lips, sucking his length all the way into my mouth. He groaned as he wove his fingers into my hair. He didn't pressure me to go deeper or hold me in place, his hands simply followed the movement of my head as it bobbed up and down the length of his shaft.

"I could become addicted to this."

I smiled up at him and quickened my pace.

"Don't make me come. I want to savor this for awhile."

His fingers moved to my breasts, seeking out my nipples and gently pinching them as I continued to work him over my tongue.

"Get on your back with your head dangling over the edge of the bed." I shot him a questioning look as I rolled onto my back, tilting my head back over the edge of the bed as he requested. "I want to try something."

He pressed the head of his cock to my lips and I opened to accept it into my mouth. He then kept penetrating my mouth until the head of his cock was stretching the back of my throat.

"If it becomes too much, or you need to breath, just tap my thighs and I'll pull back."

His cock head eased past the tight opening and into my throat. It was at such a perfect angle, I hardly noticed it at all. Miles withdrew a few inches, allowing me to take a breath before penetrating again. Repeating this procedure slowly, I could feel him sinking deeper and deeper, until his scrotum blanketed my nose and his shaft was completely inside my mouth.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded even though I wasn't quite sure what was coming.

Miles didn't pause to explain. Gripping the sides of my face, he began thrusting his pelvis in long, hard strokes, fucking my mouth as deeply as physically possible.

It was alarming for a second, but then I realized that it was fairly easy to time my breathing with his strokes. Even when he quickened his pace, he still pulled out far enough to allow me space to breathe. I simply focused on relaxing my muscles and breathing.

I didn't have to focus for long. Miles grunted and thrust his cock deep into my throat, holding me there for an extended few seconds as he came. I was amazed that I couldn't even feel the semen being deposited.