Message-ID: <56405asstr$1186661401@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <9f472f0708090316l2ff1f76bq319a5a05cc447072@mail.gmail.com> From: "David Lavenham" <davidlavenham@gmail.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 9 Aug 2007 11:16:46 +0100 Subject: {ASSM} Discovering the Slut Within Part 1 F Mast MF anal group Voy Lines: 892 Date: Thu, 09 Aug 2007 08:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2007/56405> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, RuiJorge 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 <1st attachment begin> <HTML removed pursuant to http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/erotica/assm/faq.html#policy> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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