Boris phoned this morning. Thank God. I’d gone almost insane, waiting for his call.

Could he see me today?

I had to teach a class in the morning, so told him I’d see him in the afternoon. My breath was hot, heavy, as I put down the phone. Happiness enveloped me immediately.

We walked around Covent Garden and he told me that he was very into yoga, t’ai chi etc. He said he’s also a very spiritual person. I find that hard to believe, but said nothing.

I’m happy just walking around with him. I hook my arm through his and bask in pretending we are a couple. How silly and conventional I am, under all my pretences of sophistication.

Oh, we had so much fun. He is a man who likes to shop, who likes to sit outside the changing rooms and wait until I come out and show him a new dress, a new skirt with a split up to my butt crack.

At one point he just opens the door of a changing room. I’m standing there, wearing only my panties.

“I’ll be out in a minute. I just need to try this dress on,” I say.

He barges in, his masculine presence, his hugeness, choking the space between us and sucking the air out of the room.

“Take them off.”

“What?”

“Take your panties off. I don’t want to hear another word out of you, you stupid bitch.”

“I’m sorry, I—“

Oh, I think, I like this game, I like it very much.

I pull down my red satin panties.

“You are shaved,” he says, slipping a finger between the lips of my vagina. “Let’s keep it that way.”

He bends down and picks up the crumpled pair of panties, and shoves them into my mouth, and presses his hand tightly over my mouth.

It’s hard to breath. I’m all stiff with shock. With his other hand he’s rolling my nipple between his fingers. He leans down, and takes the other nipple in his mouth and starts to suck.

Eventually, his hand leaves my mouth and I can breathe a little, but not much, after all, the panties are still in my mouth. I hate how uncomfortable they feel. I want to spit them out. But of course, I don’t dare to.

He plays with my breasts for a long time. Sucking and squeezing them, running his nails back and forth over their plumpness, until I can feel my cunt stiffening with arousal, juices running down between my thighs. I’m so slippery and my clit is tingling.

I want.

I want him to fuck me.

But this isn’t about what I want. I keep forgetting.

He opens the fly of his trousers and draws out his uncircumcised cock. Long and thick, I fall to my knees, dying to feel it deep in my mouth, to feel his cock tickling the back of my throat.

I reach into my mouth to pull the panties out, but he slaps me across the face.

“No, you stupid cunt. I’ll do it.”

He pulls the panties out.

I reach out and caresss his cock, but just as my lips touch the head he says, “It’s not that easy. You must beg for it. Go on. Beg.”

“I want your cock in my mouth. Please fuck my mouth, please.”

All I get for my trouble is a cruel, heartless smile.

“No. Maybe later. Maybe. Now, why don’t you try on that pink flimsy dress? Oh, and leave your bra off this time”

Suddenly he is sunny and cheerful. The dark side has disappeared.

I want it back.

I try not to feel like a petulant child, but I do. I wanted his cock in my mouth so bad. To feel his cum choking the back of my throat.

Instead, I try to enjoy the rest of the day. After a while I really do begin to enjoy myself. I like being spoilt.

He pays for every thing. He buys me things.

He buys me three dresses, stockings in pale lavender lace, a bustier. Then he takes me to a hotel, puts me face down on the bed and ties my wrists to the bedposts with rope. Then he forces my legs apart and pours cool lube all over my arse. He prizes my arse cheeks apart and fucks me hard, so hard. He even rubs the lube all over my clit and teases and torments me while I stuck my bum in the air, so that he can get the full length of himself into me. Oh I am so hungry for him. I am so scared he’ll stop fucking me before I’ve come. It goes on and on forever, and I don’t come for ages. When I do, it feels like a river breaking out of a dam.

Dan arrived home this evening. Big, beefy, he grazed his stubbly cheek against my smooth one. He chattered away about his trip, but I was barely listening. I was still high, thinking about Boris and the way he’s made me scream with pleasure.

This evening, Alan and Penelope came round.

He is really tall, about six foot four, a Scot with a great sense of humour and a huge cock. I mean, really huge. I don’t know how Penelope puts up with it. Maybe you stretch down there when you’ve been married to someone that well endowed. I prefer to suck him, but even that’s a bit of a mouthful. Usually I just end up putting baby oil on my tits and squeezing them together while he fucks them. Well it’s a bit of a laugh isn’t it? A porn visual. He delivers the money shot, with cum flying all over the place. Makes it more dramatic for Dan, if he’s watching. Or sometimes he isn’t watching, he’s doing Penelope one way or the other. She’s a very accommodating girl.

Today Dan and Alan just lay back on the sofa opposite our bed and let us girls do all the work.

Penelope, small and slim, as self-contained as a cat, kept licking away between my legs but it was hard to stay in the present. All I could think about my afternoon fuck with Boris.

In the end my genitals went numb, and I actually faked an orgasm.With a girl!

The guys didn’t notice, but I think Penelope did. She smiled at me afterwards like she knew. But she seemed to understand, squeezing my arm and kissing me softly on the lips as we said goodbye.