MMF Initiation (5 page)
Afterwards,
Julie had asked Betty what she thought of the two guys. At the
time, Betty hadn't known if either man was in a relationship, so
she had been cautious over what she said. The truth was that Betty
had found both men attractive – hell they were down right hot. Good
looking with great bodies – add to that a great personality – what
wasn't there to like about them? Over the following weeks, she got
to know the two guys better. Their paths frequently crossed at
work, and they would often meet up for drinks after hours.
At the time,
Betty had been very much single. Her last relationship had ended
some two months before she started at MailDay. It had been a messy
affair – Mr Right had turned into Mr Possessive Drunk – she had
been pleased to see the back of him. One night after work, Betty
had been in The Candle with Frank. She had been surprised to find
him alone – the two men had seemed to be joined at the hip. Roy had
been out of town for the day. Any how to cut a long story short –
somehow Betty and Frank had ended up back at her place. Since then,
they had been seeing each other regularly.
About a month
later, she had been working late when she bumped into Roy on her
way out. The two of them had gone for a drink, and ended up back at
her place. Ever since then, she had been seeing both guys. She
should feel bad; this really wasn't like her. She had never
two-timed anyone before, but she was having simply too much fun to
stop. She enjoyed the company of both men, and she certainly
enjoyed the sex. Both men were good in bed – REALLY GOOD!. There
was something naughty, but exciting about keeping them both on the
go. It would have been bad enough if they hadn't known one another,
but they were best friends! And she was fucking them both.
“Betty? Are you
still there?”
“Sorry. There
was something I had to finish.”
“No problem.
Are we still on for tonight?”
“Sure. What
time?”
“I'll pick you
up at your place at about seven o' clock. Is that okay?”
“That's fine.
I'll be ready.”
“Who was that?”
Julie had a grin on her face. Betty hadn't told her about Frank or
Roy, but Betty thought she probably suspected something.
“No one.”
“You've just
arranged to go for a drink with no one? Come on Betty spill the
beans. I'm bored – tell me who you are seeing.”
Betty smiled
and touched her finger to her nose.
Roy was
something of a car nut, but not in a boring geeky way. He just
loved to drive, and every time he had taken Betty out, he'd
insisted on driving out into the countryside. It had made a
pleasant change from the usual city centre bars.
“How many cars
do you own?” Betty climbed into the red open top MGB.
“Three. You've
seen them all now.”
“How do you
afford it?”
“They're my
hobby. It's my only vice.”
“Not the only
one,” she flashed him a wicked smile.
“I thought we
might try the Lancaster Arms. It's an hour's drive, but the steaks
are meant to be out of this world.”
It was a
beautiful, warm July evening – perfect for a drive in an open top.
Betty didn't have to worry about ruining her hair. She had chosen
the short cropped style to keep maintenance to a minimum. Besides,
she thought it made her look cute.
The rumours
turned out to be right. The food was delicious, and well worth the
thirty mile drive. The pub was located on a quiet country road
which overlooked a reservoir. It was surprisingly busy, and they
had to wait for a table. Roy hadn't thought to book in advance
because he had wrongly assumed Tuesday would be a quiet night.
After they finished their meal they moved outside onto the decking
which overlooked the water. The sticky heat of the day had made way
for a pleasantly warm evening. Betty could feel the cool air, which
blew off the reservoir, on her bare legs. The white and yellow
dress was the shortest in her wardrobe, and seemed to be having the
desired effect. She had caught Roy trying to catch a glimpse of her
panties a few times since they had moved outside. Little did he
know; she wasn't wearing any. Betty thought about flashing him, but
there were too many people on the decking.
“Shall we go
back to my place?” Roy said. They were en-route back to the
city.
“Seems a pity
to be inside on a night like this.”
“How do you
mean?”
Betty hitched
the front of her dress up; her legs were slightly parted. Roy
glanced to his side just long enough to catch a glimpse of her
shaven pussy. The country road was narrow and winding, so he had to
look back ahead. Betty licked her finger, and began to rub her
pussy.
“I'm just
saying it's a nice night.” Her fingers moved up to her clit.
“You
mean...?”
“Why not?”
“Where?”
“I don't know.
I'm sure you will find somewhere.” She put her hand on his crotch,
and smiled when she felt his hardness.
Somehow, Roy
avoided crashing as he searched for somewhere suitable. Betty
rubbing his erection through his trousers was bad enough, but when
she undid his fly, and managed to pull his cock out – his no-claims
bonus almost went up in smoke. The recent warm spell meant the dirt
track was at least dry. Half a mile from the main road, Roy pulled
the car off the dirt track into a small clearing bordered on three
sides by bushes. They would be okay unless anyone came down the
dirt track- unlikely as it appeared to be a dead-end. The car had
no sooner come to a halt, than Betty dipped her head underneath the
steering wheel. Her hand job had already worked up a head of
pre-cum, so she licked that into her mouth. His hands took hold of
her head pushing her mouth down onto his cock. She intended only to
tease because she didn't want him to come yet – she needed fucking,
and a limp cock would be no good to her. Roy wasn't as big as some
men she had known, but he was hard. She had never known a cock as
hard as his – it was like rock. Her tongue licked the underside of
his shaft as her lips glided slowly downwards.
“Fuck Betty.
That's sooo good!”
Betty liked to
think she knew how to give a man a good time – orally speaking.
She resisted
his attempt to make her suck faster. She knew he wanted to come in
her mouth – the sooner the better as far as he was concerned. No
way. Not yet anyway.
She pushed the
door open and climbed out.
“Get over here
and fuck me!” She leaned forward, her hands resting on the top of
the door which was now wide open. Roy struggled out of his door,
his cock still poking through his fly. On his way around the back
of the car, he managed to discard his trousers and boxers. Roy
pushed the dress up her back, revealing her compact little arse.
Her legs were spread and her pussy already wet and waiting. No
preliminaries were needed as he rammed his cock into her. She held
onto the car door as he fucked her hard. She managed to support
herself with only one hand which allowed her to rub her clit with
her free hand.
“Fuck me
harder!”
Roy put his
hands around her waist, pulling her into his cock each time he
thrust forward. The sound of their two bodies slapping together
could be heard for some distance. Fortunately for them, the only
creatures to hear were a family of field mice.
After a few
minutes of hard, roar fucking, Roy climbed back into the car, and
sat with his feet on the car seat, and his backside on the top of
the seat.
“Take your
dress off!”
Betty obliged,
throwing her dress and bra onto the car seat. She was about to
climb aboard his cock when he spun her around, so she had her back
to him. He held her by the waist as she lowered her pussy onto his
waiting erection. His hands encircled her, squeezing her breasts.
She resumed working her clit, as she began to ride his erection.
She was close to coming now, and could sense he was too. She pushed
down on the seat as she rode the full length of his rock hard cock.
At least once, she got carried away and lifted herself so high that
his cock slipped out of her. She quickly grabbed it, and pushed it
back inside her. The familiar sensation began to build – she rode
him even harder, rubbed her clit even faster – willing herself to
come. She needed to come now.
“Fuckkk!!
Fuckkk!! Fuckkk!” The orgasm rushed through her body. For several
moments, she didn't move, her pussy squeezing tight on his cock.
She was about to resume riding him when he pushed her away.
She knew he
wanted to come on her face, so knelt in front of him. As he wanked
himself to a climax, she caressed his ball sack, and put her tongue
on the head of his cock.
“Come on my
face Roy. I want your cum now!” She knew he loved her to talk
dirty.
He was getting
closer, his hand moving even faster.
The cum shot
into her open mouth. Then more and more still. The spunky warm goo
filled her mouth. When he had finished, she tilted her head back,
and looked up to show him the mouthful of cum. With one swallow it
was gone.
It was Friday,
and Betty had arrived at work thirty minutes earlier than usual.
Julie had a day's holiday booked, so she had asked Betty to cover
some of her work. Betty didn't think much to having to get up so
early, and was still half asleep.
The office was
mostly deserted at this time of the morning. Betty grabbed a black
coffee from the vending machine. It was horrible as usual, but she
hoped the caffeine might get her going. As she got closer to her
desk, she could see a yellow post-it note. Probably something Julie
forgot to tell her last night.
The note was
handwritten
Hotel Campole
– Room 121
Tonight at
8.00pm
A surprise
waiting for you!
Who was it
from? Betty had never seen Roy or Frank's handwriting. She had only
ever contacted either of them by phone or email. She couldn't ask
either of them if the note was from them. What if she picked the
wrong one to ask? How did she get into this mess? She didn't make a
habit of going out with two men at the same time. Okay – she had
done it once before, but she had been ten years old at the time, so
that hardly counted. What made it a thousand times worse was that
Roy and Frank worked together and were best friends. If she blew
this, she might end up with neither of them. Maybe the time had
come to pick one, but which one? She liked them both. She decided
she was worrying too much. After all, it wasn't as if she was
engaged to either of them. She would just have to see which one of
them turned up at the hotel.
Betty was so
busy doing her own job and covering for Julie that the day flew by.
By the time she set off for home, all she really wanted to do was
to climb into a warm bath, and eat lots of chocolate. Mrs Dale, her
next door neighbour, stopped her on the way in. For a horrible
moment, Betty thought she was going to be stuck listening to the
old lady's tales of her grandson. She needn't have worried; her
neighbour had taken in a package for her. Betty thanked her, and
wondered what Mrs Dale would make of the 'Come Fuck Me' underwear
that was in the anonymous looking parcel. There wasn't time for a
long bath, so Betty had to make do with a quick shower and a glass
of wine. By 7.00pm she had recovered a little and started to look
forward to the evening ahead. The new underwear lived up to its
name. She was confident whichever of the two guys turned up would
approve of her purchase.
Betty felt a
little like a hooker as she bypassed reception, and took the
elevator to the first floor. Who would be waiting for her? Her
money was on Frank. Roy liked to get out in the car too much to
book a city hotel room. She double-checked the room number, and
knocked on the door.
“Roy?”
“Who were you
expecting?”
“Errrr. You of
course.”
He stepped to
one side.
“Nice room.”
She said as he closed the door behind her.
“Champagne?”
Roy pointed to the bottle which was on ice on the coffee table.
“Lovely. I
could do with a drink after my day.”
“Poor love.” He
popped the cork, and poured her a drink.
“Aren't you
joining me?”
“In a minute.
Let me take your coat.”
She let her
long blue coat fall to the floor.
“Bloody
Hell!!”
That was pretty
much the reaction she had hoped for when she decided to put her
coat on over her underwear. She had spent twenty minutes
deliberating over which dress to wear before deciding not to
bother. Walking through the streets of the city wearing nothing
under her coat except a quarter cup bra and crotchless panties had
left her feeling more than a little horny.
Roy tossed her
coat onto the couch before reaching out and pinching her nipples
which were already hard.
“People will
think I sent for a whore.”
“Charming.”
He teased one
of her nipples with his teeth. She put the glass down and put her
hand onto his crotch. Something was stirring down there. He
switched his attention to her other nipple as she rubbed the bulge
in his trousers.
“We should go
through to the bedroom,” he said. “There's a surprise for you in
there.”
She was
reluctant to move her hand from his crotch, but made her way to the
bedroom. Roy was a few paces behind her.