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Discovering the Slut Within Part 1 F Mast MF anal group Voy

by David Lavenham



Feedback appreciated - davidlavenham@gmail.com

More stories on my blog:  http://www.eroticauk.blogspot.com



"So are you going to write about us?"



"Do you want me too?"



"I don't know. I'm just scarred someone will find out"



"How would they? There are a lot of David's and Rachael's out there."



"True. And I guess it would be kind of fun having my journey put into print.
You could call it "discovering the slut within" or something"



"Talking of which..."



"Cheeky!" Rachael laughs, turning over in the huge hotel bed to face me. I
run my hand over her blonde hair and down towards her freckle speckled
breasts, causing her to moan as her nipples respond to my touch. "I need to
get back to my room, we don't want the other delegates to see me sneaking
around the corridors"



I glance over at the clock under the dark TV screen. "We've still got some
time It's only 6".



Rachael pushes me onto my back and straddles me, my stiff cock slipping
effortlessly into her wet pussy, "I better be quick then" she joked as she
began to ride me cowgirl, my hands cupping her breasts as she rocked her
body against mine.



We have been fucking for over 6 months now. I was attracted to Rachael the
moment I first met her. Her blonde hair, athletic body and fantastic figure
made me notice her. Her smile, enthusiasm and no bullshit attitude drew me
in. But I was the new boss and Rachael a member of my management team and
that meant one thing - don't touch!



But whilst I remained committed to staying well clear of an office
relationship with a married colleague I enjoyed Rachael's company and there
was an obvious bond growing between us. We found it easy to talk together
and our one to ones often became broad discussions about mutual interests.
Although she was never overtly flirtatious I sensed Rachael was attracted to
me, however, she was married and I was her boss so I guess we both knew
nothing could happen between us.



Then things began to change between us, starting with an impromptu dinner
together. It was the end of a long day and a long week. We were alone in the
office, crossing the t's and dotting the i's of the departments annual
budget and, realizing it was too late to get home and eat we decided to
share a pizza in the Italian next to the office before heading off on our
respective trains to the suburbs. The meal was great and the conversation
flowed naturally. Much to our amusement the waiter assumed we were husband
and wife, theatrically commenting on how lucky I was to have such a
beautiful wife and so on.



"I have really enjoyed this evening", Rachael commented as we sipped our
coffee, "It's great just to sit and talk".  "Simon doesn't do chatting", she
continued, "Everything with him is direct and to the point, no time for
niceties and 'lovey-dovey'. Sometimes I wish he would just loosen up, let
himself go and have some fun. I mean, even our sex life seems to be governed
by a set of unwritten rules and processes. Forget spontaneity, it's like a
military exercise; Strip at 22.30 hours, foreplay for 6 minutes, climb on,
thrust for 4 minutes, grunt, cum, kiss and sleep".



I must of looked shocked.



"Oh Shit, I'm sorry David", She said, a red blush washing over her face,
"I've crossed the line. I didn't mean to hit you with all that". She paused
a second then put her heads in her hands, "I'm sorry" she mumbled.



I took hold of her hand, wet with tears, "It's ok", I said, "it's not a
problem".



Rachael looked up at me angrily, "Yes it is a fucking problem", She said,
"You forget you are my fucking boss! I am supposed to be a professional high
flying executive. Not some kind of air head who gushes out her emotions and
tells her boss her sex life sucks".



"It's OK", I repeated, "We aren't in the office now, we are friends out for
dinner. None of what you said affects your ability to be a great employee"



"Now you sound like fucking HR", she sobbed.



"Now I'm insulted", I joked, trying to lighten the tone, "I have had many
insults, but being told I sound like HR! That takes the biscuit!"



Rachael managed a weak smile. "You're not gay are you? You are too nice to
be straight!"



"I can assure you I am a paid up member of the 'Red Blooded Heterosexual
Pervert' club", I retorted.



"I like the idea of a pervert club!" Rachael responded, her sense of humor
an repartee gradually returning.



Instinctively I joked "Well come back to my place and I will take you
through the membership ritual!"

Rachael set her head on one side and looked at me quizzically. "Well, well -
was that a come on ?", She asked, a wry smile passing her lips.



"I'm sorry", I mumbled, realizing too late what I had said., "I didn't mean
it that way".



"I think you did", Rachael managed to say before the moment was shattered by
the waiter proffering the bill.



Rachael insisted we split the bill and we went our separate ways without
further reference to the intimacy we had shared.





************************************************************************





The next couple of weeks were as if we had never had the conversation over
dinner that night. I thought it was forgotten about but then Rachael brought
it up in a very surprising way.



We had a meeting at one of our regional offices, a 2 hour drive, and so I
offered to give Rachael a ride. For the first 30 minutes to conversation was
the usual stuff about work, projects, colleagues and budgets. Then, apropos
nothing, Rachael asked a killer question.



"So what makes you a pervert?"



I nearly drove off the road, "What do you mean?" I stammered.



"It has been bugging me", she explained, "You called yourself a red blooded
heterosexual pervert. A red blooded heterosexual was all you needed to say.
But you added pervert. So what makes you a pervert?"



My mind was reeling. "I don't know. Well I'm not sure I am. It's just a
figure of speech I guess. You know. Comic effect"



"Shame", Rachael said coyly, staring at the road ahead, "It sounds fun!"



We drove on in silence for a few minutes. In truth I was speechless. I knew
Rachael was coming on to me, but I was too stunned to react. Before I had
chance to say anything she changed the subject back to work.



I was useless in the meeting, my mind was so fixated on Rachael's come on in
the car I could barely speak.



Rachael noticed this and as soon as we were alone in the car for the return
journey she brought it up.



"I have freaked you out haven't I?"



"What do you mean?" I asked



"You were shit in that meeting", she responded



"Thanks for the feedback!"



"Pleasure. Look, I'm sorry about my comment on the drive up"



"No you're not" I responded.



"What do you mean?"



"I mean you were probing, looking for a reaction, and now you are prompting
me again, looking for a reaction"



We were stuck in traffic so I could look her in the eye as we talked. She
maintained eye contact well but I could see her swallowing. She would be
crap at poker.



The traffic started moving again and we sat in silence for a few minutes.



"Does anyone really know you?" Rachael asked eventually.



"What do you mean?"



"I sense you are struggling to decide whether to let me in to a part of your
life you normally keep away from work"



"Correct"



"So why keep me out?"



"Because I like you too much to want to see you hurt."



"So what could hurt me?"



"You could lose Simon, your job, your self respect"



"So how do I know if your world is worth the risk"



"That's my dilemma", I responded after a few minutes silence, "to tell you
that means you are in the game, and then it could be too late to back out".

We were approaching a service station.



"I need a coffee", Rachael said.



We parked up and ordered our coffees. Neither of us spoke until we were
tucked into a booth nursing our drinks.



"It's too late", Rachael said eventually.



"What is?"



"I'm already in your game"



"How do you mean"



"After my outburst in the restaurant you know the status of my sex life with
Simon. If something doesn't change I will leave him anyway", she paused for
a few seconds to collect her thoughts, "And by knowing there is a game I am
part of it already".



"How do you mean?" I asked



"Look David, I'm not stupid. Despite what you say this is more about
protecting you and you precious career you caring about me. And now I know
there is a secret you have to make me part of it or I could go away thinking
it is something a lot worse than it really is", She looked me straight in
the eyes, "Do you want a member of your team thinking you are a child
molester or something?"



I guess I had been outsmarted and, frankly I was relieved. In my heart I
wanted her to be part of my other life. It was time to explain the game.



I thought for a few seconds, trying to frame how to explain what she was
about to enter in to. "OK", I started, "let's try this analogy. Sex is like
eating. Sometimes a meal is just functional -eat and be done, sometimes it
is something special, memorable, exciting or new. But the quality of the
food is only  part of what makes the difference between the every day and
the special. Anticipation, the right ambiance, the right company, can
elevate a simple meal to a memorable occasion".



Rachael looked perplexed, "I'm not sure I get you?"



"OK do you want to try an experiment?"



"Sure"



"Go to the bathroom and take off your panties" I said.



"What!"



She sat looking at me for a few seconds, we both knew this was make or
break. Then, without saying anything she slipped out of the booth, returning
a few minutes later.



"How do you feel?" I asked.



"Turned on", Rachael replied honestly.



"So a coffee with the boss in a motorway service station has just become a
sexual experience through one simple change"



"I guess" She said.



"Pass me your panties", She gave me a sideways glance but complied, reaching
into her bag and passing me a ball of lace underwear she had clenched in her
fist.



I looked at my watch, "We need to get going".



I dropped her panties onto the table and began to walk off.



"For fuck sake David", she whispered, "you cannot leave them there".



"Why not?"



"Someone will see them, they will know I haven't got any panties on!" She
hissed



"How does that make you feel?" I asked.



She paused a few seconds then said, "As horny as hell!"



"Are you beginning to get it?" I asked.



"Yes", she replied following me to the car.



"So what now?" She asked as we drove back onto the motorway.



"Do you want to play?" I asked



"Yes" Rachael replied without hesitation.



We fucked for the first time that afternoon. I found a quiet wood off the
motorway and, in a clearing a few hundred yards from the car park, I spread
a blanket on the ground and we stripped.



"I have never had sex outdoors", Rachael admitted as I eased her bra off her
shoulders and took her firm round breasts in my hand, tweaking her nipples
with my tongue. I kissed slowly down her stomach, pulling her skirt off as I
descended towards her pussy. I Lay her on her back and as the warm summer
breeze played across our naked bodies I buried my face in her pussy,
bringing her to a shuddering orgasm with my tongue before turning her onto
all fours and slipping my cock into her soaking wet pussy. I grabbed her
long blond hair with one hand and pulled her onto me, slipping the thumb of
my other hand into her tight but as I fucked her. Rachael writhed and moaned
as a series of visceral orgasms racked her body. When I finally came I
pulled her against me and held still as powerful blasts of my cum splashed
against her cervix and filled her tight pussy.



"I like this game!" Rachael whispered in my ear as we lay together in the
sun, our bodies glistening with the sweat of our exertions.



"This is only the start", I commented, "Do you want to keep playing?"



"God yes!"



I stood up and then helped Rachael up. "Lets head back to the car", I said
as I gathered our clothes up.



"But we are naked!" Rachael exclaimed as I started to walk. I turned and
raised my eyebrows. "Ok, I get it!" she said, following me.



We dressed back at the car, Rachael babbling with excitement about her first
experience of being fucked and naked outdoors. As we slipped back in the car
my cell phone rang, it was in the hands free cradle so I answered it on
speaker. It was Allison.



"Hi Honey, how was the meeting?"



"Good, I think. I guess I will find out soon enough if there is still and
issue there"



"Cool. Now more importantly how was the drive up there? You know I'm going
to want to know every detail when you get home".



Rachael looked at me quizzically.



"Actually Rachael is still with me", I responded, "We got a little
sidetracked on the way home"



"So it has been an eventful trip then!" Allison exclaimed happily, "Where
are you now?"



"Parked up on the edge of Little Oak common"



"Bingo!" Allison dropped her voice to a whisper, "So you fucked her then!
Well done you!"



"You are on the speaker honey", I warned Allsison.



"Oh Shit!" my wife exclaimed, "sorry Rachael!"



"That's OK", Rachael managed to say, too shocked to say anything else.



"I cannot wait for you to get home David!" Allison said before hanging up.



I turned to Rachael, she was white as a sheet



"Doesn't she mind?" Rachael asked as we pulled back onto the motorway.



I pushed the question back to her "What do you think?"



Rachael thought for a while then shook her head.



"I guess it's going to take me a while to get used to this", she replied
eventually.





************************************************************************



"Can I have a quick word with you?" Rachael asked as our colleagues left the
meeting room.



"Sure", I replied, shutting the door behind the last departing member of my
team.



"What happens now?" She asked now we were alone.



"What do you mean?"



"I want more David. I have had a tiny glimpse of your other life and I want
to go deeper. It excites me"



I wrote an address on a piece of paper. "Meet me here at 7.30 tonight. Don't
go in alone, if you get there first just wait outside"



************************************************



It was 7.40 when I saw her approaching, "Sorry", she puffed as she
approached, "I didn't realize it was so far from the Angel Tube.



I took her hand and led her down the narrow corridor to the desk.



"Hi Dave", George said, looking up from his paper. I signed my name in the
scrappy guest book and descended the short flight of stairs into the
basement, Rachael following closely behind.



"What is this place?" Rachael asked, blinking against the sudden dark of the
basement. From either side of us came the amplified grunting and moaning of
the sex act.



"It's a porn cinema", I replied, "Well more of a club really".



I took her hand and guided her through a door into a small auditorium with 6
rows of seats. On screen a typical American porn film was playing out, the
lead female moaning, "Fuck me, fuck my tight virgin ass", as the muscular
male lead aggressively slammed his dick into her anus.



As our eyes got accustomed to the dark we could better see the guys
scattered around the room. Some, smoking, some openly masturbating, others
just sitting. All of them were looking at Rachael.



"Every man here wants to fuck you", I whispered.



Rachael gulped.



Gradually the audience got bored of looking at Rachael and got back to their
usual routine. Rachael watched as the guy closest to us bent over and
started to suck his neighbor's dick. The guy being sucked off was getting
off on being watched by Rachael and came quickly.



"Let's go next door", I whispered.



I lead Rachael down a side corridor, past a couple of guys having their dick
sucked by an oriental looking transvestite. We entered the second auditorium
at the back. It was a bigger room with 20 or so rows of seats. The film was
a British one, two guys fucking a girl in a garage. Rachael wasn't watching
the film, she was casting her eyes over the audience, checking out the three
or four gay couples openly engaging in oral sex.



"Is anyone in here straight?" she whispered.



"Most of them are Bi", I replied.



We moved from the back of the auditorium and sat in the middle of the last
but one row of seats. The seats around us began to fill up with guys getting
a whiff of action.



"Remember you are in control", I whispered to Rachael, "I have not brought
you here to be fucked by these guys, if you don't want to be touched just
say no clearly and you will be left alone".



The Asian TV we had seen earlier took the seat next to me.



"Hi Dave", she whispered.



"Hi Jackie", I replied, "This is Rachael".



"Hi Rachael", Jackie said, shaking her hand politely.



"Hi" Rachael replied before turning to the guy next to her who had his hand
on her leg. "Not now" she said firmly.



I undid my belt and flies, pulling my semi erect dick out into the open.
Rachael started to reach towards it but Jackie beat her to it, wrapping her
manicured hands around my shaft.



"May I?" she asked.



"Sure" Rachael replied instinctively.



I laughed loudly "I think Jackie was asking me!"

Finally realizing what was happening Rachael looked startled, her eyes
flicking from my face to Jackie's head bobbing up and down in my lap. Her
jaw was moving like she was trying to say something but the words obviously
wouldn't form. Before she had chance to get herself together I nodded
towards the front of the room.



Another woman had just entered. She was about 5'8" with shoulder length
auburn hair and a pretty, impish face. She was wearing a short tartan skirt
and a tight white t-shirt that accentuated her athletic but curvaceous
figure. She was in her late thirties but could easily be mistaken for a
twenty-five year old.



Rachael stared as a group of men gathered around the newcomer and began to
run their hands over her body. She was obviously enjoying the attention,
leaning back against the wall with her eyes shut. After a while she reached
out and took hold of some of the exposed cocks around her. Rachael looked on
agog as the woman crouched down and began to suck greedily at the many cocks
now within reach. Taking turns to suck and stroke each cock she milked the
cum out of them one at a time, greedily swallowing their seed before moving
on to the next.



Having milked the first batch of cocks dry the woman moved towards the front
row and bent down to suck the cocks of the guys sitting there. Her t-shirt
was now up over her breasts which were swinging gently as she sucked off
dick after dick. The guys behind her had lifted her skirt and pulled her
white panties aside, their fingers exploring her pussy. She looked up
briefly and gasped as the first cock entered her pussy then got straight
back to sucking as she was fucked from behind by the strangers in the
cinema.



Rachael was transfixed. She had undone the button at the top of her grey
suit trousers and her hand was beneath her panties massaging her clit. I
slipped my hand alongside hers and our fingers worked together in her
soaking pussy. Jackie's expert mouth had worked its magic and I had filled
her eager mouth with cum. She too was now watching the show in front of us
massaging my shrinking dick with her hand.



Suddenly Rachael gasped loudly and those around us took their eyes off the
show at the front of the cinema for long enough to watch her go rigid and
then convulse as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body.



"Holy shit!" she whispered when she had finally stopped quaking, "that was
the biggest orgasm of my life".



Back at the front of the theatre the other woman was being fucked by her 6thor 7
th lover. As he came and withdrew she stood an, straightened her clothes
before heading for the door at the back of the auditorium. As she passed us
she winked at me.



"Shall we go?" I whispered to Rachael.



"Sure", she said and, once both of us had refastened our trousers, we made
our way out.



Rachael accepted my invitation for a drink and we walked towards the bar on
the corner of the block.



"Did you know her?" Rachael asked as we walked, "I noticed she winked at
you".



"That was my wife" I replied simply.



Rachael stopped dead in her tracks and I had to turn and take a couple of
paces back to be with her again.



"That was Allison!" she exclaimed



"Yes"



"Holy shit!!"



To be continued???





by David Lavenham



Feedback appreciated - davidlavenham@gmail.com

More stories on my blog:  http://www.eroticauk.blogspot.com
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