Count

I let my head hang and scrunched my eyes closed tight, if I couldn’t see them then maybe I could forget they were there. I would pretend their voices were in my head, part of an elaborate fantasy, rather than a few feet behind me.

His hand struck firmly against my ass and the satisying murmurs echoed around me; I felt my insides begin to squirm. It wasn’t a fantasy, they were there, watching me.

I needed to focus and as his hand came down a second time I knew what to do, count.

As if he had heard my thoughts he gave me three and four, one on each cheek.

By five and six, he’d found his rhythm.

Seven and eight, a little harder.

Nine and ten, the warmth was starting.

Eleven and twelve, I knew I’d be colouring nicely.

Thirteen and fourteen, the sting was little distraction.

Fifteen and sixteen, they’d all be able to see.

Seventeen and eighteen, they’d have watched that gentle pink.

Nineteen and twenty, darken several shades.

He paused, his hand sliding gently over his handwork. He took his arm from across my back and spread me with both hands. The voices weren’t quiet anymore, I couldn’t pretend they were in my head.

“She seems to be enjoying this” the woman’s voice broke through the chatter. “May I?”

There was no audible response but from the increased weight of his elbow against me and a little dig of his fingertips, I knew. Her finger brushed against my lips and a breath I didn’t know I was holding escaped all at once. She dipped her finger just slightly and pulled the wetness down to my clit, circling it, teasing. I wanted to fight against it but my hips couldn’t resist a gentle sway.

“She seems to enjoy this too” I could hear the smirk in her voice. “Let’s see how much more she enjoys it after ten more.”

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Tell Me Something

My phone vibrates on my desk and that familiar little icon flashes across the screen.

Him: Before I start the 4 hour drive, tell me something dirty.

Me: Tonight, I’ll be laying in bed, listening to your voice clip and touching myself.

I take myself to bed early, keen to be alone with just him in my ear. I put my headphones in, turn the volume up as far as it will go and hit play.
That familiar voice in my ear makes me smile as my hand slides between my legs. His voice all around me making it almost seem as if he is right there with me, whispering in my ear. I love the noises he makes as he strokes his cock and thinks of me, knowing he’s imagining me there with him. I listen intently as he talks about me straddling him, him sliding his cock into me, thrusting up as he digs his fingers into my hips, pulling me to him.

My fingers rub faster against my clit with his increasing breaths as they build and hitch with each stroke. His groans rattle in my brain, the want in him so apparent as he thinks of filling me with his cock. I hear a grunt catch in his throat as he gets closer to the edge.

The familiar feeling of heat rising from my toes begins as my orgasm creeps close, another grunt and the whispering of my name is enough to unravel me. My hips buck and my body trembles as I hear a stretched “fuck” in my ear and know he too has reached the point of no return and I listen intently, thinking about the hot streaks of cum he is covering himself in and know he is cumming for me.

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A Different Kind of Nightmare

I jolted awake, my mind confused and wandering in the darkness. I wasn’t sure what had woken me and then I heard it, heard her. The nightmares had been frequent at the start but Hope hadn’t mentioned them for a good five years. I had left my bedroom door open tonight just in case and now I knew it was just as well I had. Throwing back the covers I headed for the door and padded across the landing.

“It’s OK Hope, it’s just a dream, I’m here Hope.” I tried to keep my voice level and calm but my just awake croakiness crackled through it. I got to the edge of the bed, the light from the landing flooding in through the open door. Something seemed different compared to the old ones and as I leant over to stroke her hair I noticed she wasn’t thrashing about like she used to. I continued to stroke her hair and talk softly as I sat beside her. Her body turned towards me and as the light caught her face I noticed she didn’t look upset at all. Her hand appeared from beneath the covers and as more moans escaped her lips it slid its way along my thigh.

The drowsy fog of interrupted sleep lifted immediately, Hope wasn’t having a nightmare at all, she was having a dirty dream. I jumped up from the bed and backed towards the door feeling confused and aroused. I had thought seeing David would have triggered old feelings and the strange mood she’d been in when we left the club seemed to confirm that but I hadn’t expected this. I was relieved she wasn’t having a nightmare but if this dream was also the effect of seeing him, if she was having an erotic dream about David that could be just as bad.

As I stood in the doorway thinking over the implications of what I was seeing I couldn’t help but be aware of the effect this scene was having on me. As much as I tried to ignore it, it just wouldn’t go away. A louder groan came from Hope and my cock jumped like it was trying to break free of my boxers. My hand holding myself I moved back towards my bedroom but I couldn’t bring myself to close the door. As Hope continued to groan from her bed, I leant against my bedroom wall, my ear almost against the doorframe and freed my cock. A moan of my own escaped as my hand wrapped around my shaft. Closing my eyes I focussed on the noise coming from the next room, interspersed with her moans were the gentle sounds of her body’s movements. Her whole body writhing between the mattress and the blanket as her mind took her through this carnal dream, the details of which I would never know. My hand pumped faster as I added my own fantasy to Hope’s growing soundtrack. I could hear her breaths now, her breasts rising and falling more rapidly as she crept closer to the edge. I cupped my balls with my other hand as I slid my foreskin back and forth over the head of my cock, now glistening with precum. Her moans were growing, my hand moved in time and as I heard her take a big breath my rhythm increased again. She seemed silent for ages, was it all over? I couldn’t stop now even if she had, I was too close to stop now. That long breath finally left her in a deep guttural moan that sent me reeling, I bucked forward as my cum exploded onto the bedroom floor.

Crawling across the floor I climbed back into bed and dragged the covers over my head, trying to block out the night that had lead to this point. I had questions that I would probably never get the answers too but they all continued to swim around my head as I drifted off to sleep.