Fantasy and Fiction

Jack bucked into my mouth and I could tell he was about to cum, so I tilted my head back and jerked of his cock as quick as I could. I had swallowed cum a few times back in uni but I had never had a real facial. He let out a low moan and bucked his hips forward. He came quick, jets of hot sticky fluid coating my face, I'm not sure how long he came for but it was enough for me to be sure he didn't masturbate often.

Jack leaned back against the desk and admired me with a face-full of his cum. I couldn't see what I looked like but it must have been as slutty as I felt, and I felt fantastic. I had always thought getting a facial would have felt dirty and it did but apparently I enjoyed feeling slutty.

I could tell Jack wanted to remember this forever, so still with his cum coating my face I turned and picked my phone up from the desk, handing it to Jack. He looked confused but I ran a hand around my nipples as I said.

"Take a photo, I want to remember how slutty I felt today." I spoke with as sultry a voice I could muster and Jack was both stunned and turned on by how dirty I actually was.

He held the camera steady as I got into as slutty a position as I could. I used my left hand to grab hold of one of my tits, my nipples showing between my fingers, and my other hand traced lightly around my still wet pussy. I looked up at the camera, with my eyes blacked slightly by my mascara, still trying to look slutty.

With a faint wolf whistle Jack took the picture and handed my phone back to me. I quickly placed it on the desk behind me and began to licked up all the cum Jack had sprayed into my face. His fluid was still warm and it tasted divine. I used my fingers to gather up what was left and I sucked them clean. Jack's cum was mixed on my hands with the juices from my own orgasm and the taste was pure heaven.

Jack had begun to put his clothes back on but hadn't taken his eyes off me. He had managed to get his trousers back on by the time I had finished. I walked over to him, swinging my hips as I did, and wrapped my arms around his neck, my bare tits flush against his chest. Jack must have taken this as a loving gesture but, being a fair amount shorter than him, I looked up into his eyes and said.

"You breathe a word of this to anyone and I'll end you," I paused for effect and Jack was stunned "but if you're a good boy, you might get more of your slutty little teacher in the future."

With that I kissed him deeply one last time and turned around, wiggling my ass a little as I walked over to my discarded clothes.

***

It had been at least 3 hours since I fucked Jack but I still hadn't come down from my high. Even now as I sat on my sofa with my boyfriend resting his head on my soft tits I longed for another orgasm.

I decided to wait, Danny would be able to tell I'd been fucked today he was clever like that. I'd hold out until I got Felicia, oh how I longed for her. To be able to bury my head between her tits, to spank her tight ass, to eat her out until we we're both exhausted but I knew it wasn't going to happen soon. I lent my head back against the soft velvet of my sofa and drifted into sleep.

When I awoke in the morning I found that Danny had covered me with a blanket and left me sleep. Sure seeing the loving gesture made me feel a little bad but with all the times I disappeared with Johnny - who an old friend from college who often showed up and took me on surprise, extravagant holidays - we had a relationship that had a lot of secrets, on both sides.

I got up and went into mine and Danny's bedroom, looking at my boyfriend sound asleep in bed I turned to the wardrobe. I put on a set of black lace panties and bra, on top of this went very tight black yoga pants (which were half a size too small for me) and a red sleeveless top with a plunging neck line, showing off my ample cleavage.

I looked at the full length mirror beside me and turned sideways against it. I ran my hands over my cleavage, down my stomach and gently rubbed my perfect ass. I slapped the flesh softly twice and pulled the yoga pants up, making my ass even more defined.

I heard a soft chuckle behind me before a pair of strong arms grabbed my waist and pulled me into the bed. I squealed slightly and looked up and into Danny's face which was plastered with a smug grin. He pressed his lips to mine in an incredibly passionate kiss and I let his tongue explore my mouth, God was he a good kisser.

Danny pulled his lips away from mine and ran his eyes over my body.

"Now that getup..." He began

"Is not for you." I finished getting up off the bed. "I'm going out running with Felicia."

"Whyte, P.E?" He questioned.

"That's the one. The yoga plants are a little small though, they must have shrunk in the wash." I lied about that. I'd bought them half a size small on purpose, even though I didn't really need it they did make my ass look even better.

I smiled at Danny and gave him another deep kiss, our tongues intertwining and battling for control. When Danny wrapped his arms around my back I broke the kiss and pushed him back down onto his back.

"Like I said, not for you," I began turning around and swaying my ass seductively as I walked towards the door. "You can have this when I get back." I playfully slapped my ass again, for Danny's benefit.

I heard Danny flop back down onto the bed but I didn't turn around. Smiling to myself I walked out the door. On the short walk over to Felicia's house I played over every scenario possible in my head, albeit only two that I thought of ended in me fucking Felicia but I could wait. School didn't start until nine and I'd made it to Felicia's place in more than enough time. Plenty of time for me to plan out the best way to seduce her.

As far as I knew Felicia didn't have a boyfriend, I'd pieced together that she used to date a guy called Mickey but she'd met someone else who had disappeared. Then Mickey got married to Danielle who taught biology at school. I'd have to ask her about it at some point in the future but it'd be better to get to know Felicia a little more first.

I knocked on the door of her house a few times and heard footsteps coming down the stairs. The door swung open and I had to try hard not to let my jaw drop. Felicia was wearing black yoga pants and a black sports vest, both of which clung to her very tightly. I could also see her lust red panties which she had obviously intentionally pulled up so they were just visible above the waistband of the yoga pants. The sports vest was also a little short so I could see the bottom of her stomach which was a pretty good indicator that she worked out often.

"Steph hey." She said brightly.

I blinked a few times to escape from my trance. "Morning Felicia, you ready."

"Yep," she replied walking out the door, "right, follow me then"

The route we took was simple enough and flat most of the way. We ran through the park mostly and being as it was at least 10 acres there was plenty to run. I held behind a few paces, not because I was unfit but because I spent the entire time staring at Felicia's ass as it tantalisingly bounced with each pace. The tightness of her yoga pants didn't help as her ass was so perfectly defined by them that they didn't leave much to the imagination. I was in a trance for most of the run, my mind couldn't help but to wander back to fingering myself with the image of Felicia in my head and today would certainly add to my fantasy.

We ran for about an hour and a half before we arrived back at Felicia's house and I was pretty sweaty, I hadn't counted on Felicia running for that long. Although she wasn't much better than I was.

"Right then I guess I'll see you in an hour." Felicia said as she went back into her house.

"See you then." I smiled at her before turning and walking back to my house.

The walk home felt like it took a lot longer than did earlier. It was a mix between my exhaustion and not being spurred on by the idea of seeing Felicia. As I made it back to my house I noticed that Danny's car was gone but my motorcycle, which was a gift from Johnny, still sat in the driveway.

Pushing through the front door I made my way into the kitchen. The first thing I did was get a drink, as I opened the fridge I saw a bottle with a label on it.

'Steph I know you'll be exhausted so this is something the army used to give us after training, it's packed with electrolytes and other good stuff.

Danny xx'

Gratefully taking the drink I knocked back the whole bottle in a matter of seconds and leant back against the counter. Looking over at the clock and seeing I had an hour to get into work I went into the living room and collapsed onto my sofa. The soft fabric a great comfort after the long run. I reached over to the remote and turned on some rubbish morning TV show and lay out on the sofa.

My hands couldn't help but begin to make their way down my stomach and into the waistband of my trousers. With Felicia still filling my mind my hand began to trace soft circles around my clit when... Buuzzzzz the doorbell rang.

Sighing heavily I took my hands out my yoga pants and walked over to the door, brushing my hair flat with my hands and rubbing and hand down my face to remove the rest of the sweat. I swung the door open begrudgingly but stopped in my tracks. In front of me stood a tall man with floppy hair, a black tweed coat and glittering blue eyes.

"Steph!" Johnny exclaimed pulling me into his arms.

"Johnny hi," I laughed, glad to see my old friend, "what are you doing here?"

"I'm not allowed to drop in on a friend just to see how their doing?" He joked letting me go.

"You're allowed to but you never just drop in." I said raising an eyebrow at him.

"Well at least let me in so we can talk properly." He replied.

I had completely forgotten we were having this conversation on the doorstep and quickly moved aside so he could enter. Shutting the door behind him I walked towards the kitchen and asked.

"Tea?"

"That'd be great thanks."

A few minutes later we were sat in front of the TV catching up and laughing about old times.

"Do you remember that one in Florence" Johnny began, recalling one of our favouriteholidays "with the crazy old women..."

"Who came at us with a pitchfork!" We said together laughing at the familiar memory as well as all the other times we spent together.

I set my cup down on the table and asked again.

"So what are you here for Johnny?"

He sighed heavily before replying.

"Things aren't good Steph, you are the best thing that happened to me since Peter and Zoe... Since they..."

I placed my hand on his and gave him a sympathetic smile before he continued.

"And ever since you stopped traveling with me things have gotten worse."

"I haven't stopped, you still show up every now and then and you know I'm more than willing to come with you."

"I know Steph, I know," he said, sighing heavily he continued "they're closing my division down."

"What? Why?"

"I don't know, the university said that they couldn't fund a department that didn't get results often enough. They offered me a teaching post though, archeologist to history teacher. It's a change but I'll get through."

"So why are you here? Shouldn't you be making a case to stop them, get you're funding back?"

"Nope I tried, even got Amy to back me up, but it didn't make a difference."

Amy Ryder was Johnny's ex-wife and a famous archeologist; they were still on good terms with each other but avoided contact as much as they could. I'd stopped traveling with Johnny just as he got engaged to Amy so it had been pretty good timing.

"But the point is," he continued "I came back because I miss you." His eyes took a good look up and down my body, still clad in my too tight yoga pants and sports top. "And seeing you dressed like that reminds me why."

Johnny wasn't normally an openly sexual person but when something got his motor running there was a completely different side of him.

"Well I suppose I knew you still felt that way but after Paris we agreed..." I began

"Nothing serious." He finished "but that wasn't what I was suggesting."

I loved this other side to him, the dark, sexual side, especially when it was directed at me. I took a quick glance over at the clock and saw I had little under half an hour to get to work but I also knew that Johnny was better in bed than any other man I had been with.

"When you put it that way," I said, getting up, "follow my sweet ass." I winked at him before turning towards the stairs.

I saw Johnny's sly grin out of the corner of my eye and started walking up the stairs, greatly swinging my ass as I did. I heard Johnny getting up off the sofa but carried on without looking.

I could feel his eyes taking in all of my body, but it was pretty obvious that most of his attention was focused on my ass. I pushed through the door of the guest bedroom and hit the light switch. I hardly had time to turn around before Johnny took me in his arms and roughly pressed his lips to mine in a heated kiss. I gladly opened my mouth to him and he dominated the kiss, with Johnny I was more than happy to be controlled because he did it so perfectly.

One of Johnny's hands grabbed my ass and squeezed the soft flesh before bringing his palm down hard, causing me to moan into his mouth. He continued to play with my ass as our tongues battled and he did a good job staying in control of the kiss. As much as I loved having Johnny dominate me I liked to remind him that I let him. So taking my hands from behind his back I undid his belt, allowing me to reach into his trousers and grab his throbbing erection.

I slowly stroked him and it was his turn to moan into my mouth. He was always irritated when I did this because I had such good practice, so to get back he pushed me down onto the bed and sat on the edge. His surprisingly strong arms grabbed me again and, as he shrugged off his black tweed coat, he bent me over his knee.

Johnny was possibly the best person in the world when it came to spanking, mostly because he'd spent a year perfecting his technique on me. Amy and I had actually had a conversation about how good Johnny was in bed and we both agreed he was the best we'd had.

Grabbing the waist of my tight black yoga pants he rolled them down to reveal my tiny black lace panties. Johnny ran his hands over my perfect ass and said.

"You've still got a great ass Steph."

His strong hands roughly grabbed my ass and tightly squeezed it before bringing both hands down hard on the soft flesh. I cried out in both pain and pleasure and I could tell Johnny was grinning. He repeated the motion time and time again and when I looked back my ass was visibly turning red. To make things even better Johnny stopped spanking my ass and slowly began to work my lace panties off my body, he did so painfully slowly and even though he knew how much I hated being teased he still did it.

The thin fabric of my panties was soaked with my arousal as Johnny technique really got me going. When he pulled the flimsy material off from my ankles he dangled it in front of my face and chuckled slightly.

"By the looks of these I'd say no one's fucked you properly for a very long time."

I turned my head round to look at him.

"Are you saying I'm not getting laid?" I questioned with a sarcastic tone.

"With your appetite Steph God no, I'm just saying you haven't had anyone as good as me since...well me."

The smug grin on his face and the sultry smile on mine told him that he was right, although Danny was huge he could never fuck me like Johnny did. Even Jack yesterday hadn't lived up to him and he'd been pretty amazing.

"Do you remember," Johnny began "back in Cairo?"

"The first time we had sex, is this going somewhere or can you skip the story and fuck me?"

"Oh it's going somewhere," he grinned, tapping my ass lightly a few times in an almost demeaning gesture "how well do you remember it?"

"I remember everything, how about you?"

"Yes. I remember perfectly," Johnny started as I remembered why he would be bringing this up "And that was the idea wasn't it? You wanted me to be haunted by the image of this perfect ass in my face? To think of being forced to literally kiss your ass every time I looked at you? Drive me insane enough with lust so I'd do whatever you wanted? That was the idea, wasn't it?"

"Looking back that'd never worked on you anyway so it's a good thing I couldn't hold out."

Before Johnny could reply I picked up on something he had just said, I looked over my shoulder and asked.

"You think my ass is perfect?"

I knew he'd punish me for the comment but to be honest I was counting on it. Johnny scowled slightly before squeezing and spanking my ass a lot harder than he did before. I clenched my teeth so not to make a sound, as much as it pained me to not cry out with pleasure.

"That's the best you can do? I asked, looking over my shoulder and feigning disappointment "I'm sure you used to be better at this."

"Oh you want better."

"Do your worst." I said to him with a sultry grin.

Johnny picked me up off his knee and pushed my against the wall of the bedroom, he held my hands above my head and pinned them there. Using his free hand he took a picture off the wall and tossed it onto the bed, he pulled off his black tie using it to tie my hands together and then to the hook on which the picture had hung. My hands were stuck above my head and I was all but stuck to the wall.

Johnny grabbed my ass with both his hands and smacked it even harder than before, to spite him I only let out the softest of moans only just loud enough for him to hear.

"In answer to your earlier question," he started. "I think you have and incredible body!" SMACK! Johnny spanked my ass as hard as he could. "That it's hard to tell what's your best attribute." SMACK! "Your amazing tits or your perfect ass." SMACK! "And what's worst." SMACK! "That you look like a goddess." SMACK! "Or that you know it." SMACK! "And that's why you're so used to things going your way when you're getting laid." SMACK! "Because God forbid anyone should not give the great Stephanie Morgans what she wants!" SMACK! "God forbid the world doesn't revolve around the fucking control-freak!" SMACK! "You self-centered!" SMACK! "Annoying!" SMACK!" "Bitch!" SMACK!

I gave in and cried out with pleasure at the last spank, my pussy was dripping with my arousal so there was little use in hiding it. I screamed so loudly I was sure next-door would be complaining. Johnny was obviously satisfied with his punishment but I knew that wasn't the end of it. He pressed his still clothed body right up against mine and I could feel his erection against my ass. Leaning in as close as he could he whispered into my ear.

"So Miss Morgans, who's the boss?"

As much as my ass was already bright red I knew that Johnny could keep me going for hours like this, right up in the edge but just denying me an orgasm. I knew I should have given in and told him he was but the stubborn, control-freak side of me denied it.

"I am." I replied.

"You're sure about that?" Johnny asked.

"Yep." I answered as confidently as I could.

Johnny paused for a moment and stepped back. I was unsure why he had stopped but because of the way he had bound my hands (a trick he hadn't used on me before) I couldn't turn my head far enough to see him.

"Johnny?" I questioned

The response was two incredibly strong blows hitting my ass so hard that the prints must have been left straight away. The pain from the blow was much more than any he had ever dealt to me but he knew I kinda got off on it, actually I really got off on it. Not pain though but spanking.

Johnny reached around and grabbed the front of my sports shirt, I could see something in his hand but couldn't make out what it was. He pulled the material as far away from my torso as he could before flicking the item in his hand further up, the sharp blade of a flick knife became visible and Johnny cut a line up the centre of my shirt then ripped it from my body. I was completely exposed and powerless before him so he asked again.