Whatever It Takes Pt. 02: Truth - Sex Stories

Whatever It Takes Pt. 02: Truth

... toilet of a local bar. She'd followed me into the gents, not giving a shit about the queue of guys waiting for the urinal. She'd pushed me back into the cubicle, the place stinking of piss and stale man-sweat. She shimmied off her knickers, lifted up her skirt, and bent, hands spread against the cubicle door.

'Give it to me good, Daddy. Make sure that they hear, Daddy. Let them know who owns this pussy.'

And so I had, clutching at her hair, arching her back, rough fucking her from a mewling mess into a ruinous thing. After, she mopped at her spoilt cunt with her panties and pushed them into my pocket.

I was done with her and we left the cubicle, four, five guys were gathered around listening, waiting.

'Now you're done with her, can we have a turn?' one of them asked, and Kayla hesitated, as if considering. I'd felt myself grow hard, hard and needy and wondering.

That night I arrived home to find Sarah reading in bed. Sarah of the sensible pajamas. Sarah of the glass of warm milk. Sarah of the early night.

'You're late?' she said, a matter of fact, neither question nor accusation.

I climbed in beside her stinking of Kayla, tasting of Kayla, vibrating with the memory of her. I pulled in close to Sarah.

'It's late,' she said, my hand against her stomach, then reaching for her cunt. 'Really,' she said. She was dry, dry at first. She ran her fingers into my hair, trying to guide me down. But this wasn't about her, this was about me. So instead of tasting, ...

... I spat onto her folds and worked it in with my fingers.

'Tom?' she asked, but working her up, working up to something.

And then my cock in my hand, still sticky, still stinking of Kayla and I knowing it. That this was the moment of conjunction where one thing became another and never more to be.

With a groan I eased into Sarah and with a mewl she let me. Thoughts of Kayla, thoughts of Sarah, thoughts of Kayla, thoughts of Sarah. Over and over and round and then around.

I came on the fourth stroke.

After, I half-dozed while Sarah stroked at her pussy with something like embarrassment, with something like shame. Sarah stroked quietly, a whimper, a sigh, then quivering with something like disappointment as she tipped over the edge.

'You smell funny.' She said it later, as I began to slip away.

'Funny how?' I asked.

'I don't know, just funny.'

And now Sarah watching me, reading me, remembering.

'This is some dark shit,' Jordan said with a laugh.

The two of them, Sarah and he together. Her hand behind him stroking at his ass. His arm against the bare of her back and she leaning into it. Jordan against her ear, and then she against his, whispering.

To me.

'Ask for the check, Tom.'

'Can we have the check?' I asked.

'Ab-so-fucking-lute-ly,' he said with a grin.

And then, 'I'll be right back.' But he said that to Sarah, not to me.

Jordan returned with the bill and I settled up.

'Jordan,' Sarah said, 'Walk us out to the car.'

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