Sweet Convictions (6 page)

“Isn’t that all that
matters?”

“Well in certain aspects yes, but tell me what she wants,
what she’s about, what type of person she’s looking for. You know, the more personal, intimate gunk.”

“Babe,
are you telling me the size of her breasts is not intimate enough for you?”

“Oh shut
up ya dick let me see.” I pull the laptop towards me.

“Oh, she’s quite
all right looking actually. My god, you’re right, her tits are huuuge! I like! Ooh and she’s not thinner or prettier than me. Let’s go for it.” I laugh as I continue to read further.

“She’s looking for a couple
. Good, we tick everything but the area. Shit, she’s eighty fucking miles away hun. Well that fucking sucks.”

“Let’s get in touch
anyway and see what happens,” Karl suggests.

“I’ll tell you what’s
gonna happen, she’s going to say, great couple but far too far away, and I personally am not about to travel that distance for a few hours of pussy licking and pounding...ah then again, I have an idea. I’ll email her to see if she’s up for some webcam action.”

“Clever girl, I
love the way your perverted mind churns out all of these deviant ideas.”

My email sounds just seconds after I message her.

“Shit, she wastes no time. She’s online and already replied asking if we’re around now.”
I guess someone’s alone and horny at home. She’s probably a stay at home mom or some deprived solitary housewife.

“
You up for it?” I ask.

“Do you like licking pussy?” he responds
mordantly.

“O
kay, Okay, a simple yes would have sufficed thank you.”

I respond to
‘Boobaliscious101’ and without any delay at all, she replies that she’s logged onto her cam and waiting.

I
flick my hair about and inspect my lipstick with another touch up. Karl is so pumped he’s not fussed about how he or I look. He goes straight in for the strip scene and disrobes from his sharp custom-made suit. I tell him to keep the bowtie on. He looks adorable – so vulnerable, yet salivating like a hungry hyena. I remain fully clothed; well as fully clothed as a corset, some stockings and gloves are, and switch on the camera.

             
Ms Boobs is in a pretty similar position to what I was in earlier. She’s covered with what looks like a satin sheet. She waves as we appear on her screen and I gesture back. She’s truly quite attractive.

Karl
picks up the laptop from the bed and positions it on the dressing table across from us so we’re sideways to the camera and in full view of our voyeur. I watch the screen to see what she’s doing as Karl makes his way back to where I’m decadently reclined.

He
leans in, clasping his hands around my stout thighs as he begins trailing his tongue along their insides. It tickles and powerful shock waves detonate through my body. Up, up he goes until I feel his heated breath drawing near to my wanting pussy. I struggle for breath as his hot wet tongue artfully darts inside and out of me, then licks around the periphery of my convulsing ingress before he embarks on his ascent to nibble at my neck.
Oh my god, go back down!

I hear his chest hairs r
ubbing against my corset and feel his erection as it stabs my leg. I groan and inhale a full and deep breath. He takes both my wrists and pins them down onto the mattress above my head as his lips ravish mine. He transfers his body across from my side to in between my legs as I spread them wider to grant him coveted access. My hands are still trapped in his grip; his grasp so tight they’re starting to throb. I arch my back and writhe about as I try to pull free but I’m imprisoned with nowhere to escape. He gazes into my eyes for a second and sneaks a peek at the laptop. I look over too. 
What else could I do after all?

‘Boobaliscious101’
has pulled down the sheet baring her gigantic, low hanging breasts. Her right hand is massaging and squeezing one of her pert nipples and her left is circling her pussy as her eyes stare straight ahead at us. Then she reaches over to her side to retrieve something. It’s a dildo. She turns it on and it starts to swivel round and round. She licks the swirling rubber tip, eases it inside her and leaves it to work its magic. We both remain absorbed into the screen as Karl releases my arms and places one hand each onto my breasts as if about to revive my heart with defibrillator paddles, and kneads at their swollen roundness.

He
spins me onto my front, reverses me towards him and bends me forward over the edge of the bed as he reigns in my ass even more. I stretch my arm behind me grabbing a hold of his throbbing shaft. I massage it for a while before guiding it into my sodden pussy. He gasps as he clutches onto my hips and rams himself deeper and harder, thrusting back and forth. I reach backwards underneath between my legs and massage his firm balls whilst he slams over and over into me.
Shit, he’s full.

I look over my shoulder at him.
Karl’s expression is a blend of a menacing greed and desire. He’s watching her pleasure herself as he fucks me from behind. I release my hold of the duvet, lift myself and turn to face him. I pull him onto the bed, onto his knees. I reposition myself onto my back and slide my head underneath his open legs and take one of his balls into my mouth as I manipulate his girth with my left hand and rub his other ball with my right.

He
hunches over me and teases my clitoris with soft quick licks before replacing his tongue with my new buzzing beast. He continues to suck and bite on the swell of my pussy lips and slides the vibrating brute inside of me. My pussy contracts and I feel as if my entire body is convulsing. I buckle and flinch.

I’m overwhelmed
with sensitivity and squirm about as I glance back over to the laptop. She’s on all fours this time fucking herself with her vibrator, shoving it in and out; stealing a quick taste of her own juices, before sliding it back inside again. I watch as her tits sway back and forth. I visualise them suspended over my face as her erect nipples swing to and fro over my tongue protruding from beneath. I imagine flicking one of her nipples against my vivacious clit. The visions crystallise in my mind as I rub his cock harder and faster.

“
More?” I manage to murmur breathlessly. I can hear him grunting and moaning and I don’t stop until the overwhelming sensation mounts within and he erupts, dotting thick, warm, creamy droplets all over my perspiring tummy. I massage his come over my belly and chest and I follow shortly after with an igniting orgasm as I vigorously stimulate my clit with two fingers while Karl lifts his head from between my vice gripping thighs.

Back to a heavy puff
, I roll over and move towards the screen to look at ‘Boobs’. She’s lying back with her eyes closed and out of breath from simultaneously climaxing with us.

“I hope you enjoyed that
Boobalicious101. Thanks for joining us, but we’re going to disappear now.”

S
he blows a kiss and logs off. As the screen goes blank I move in to fervently kiss Karl and sink drowsily back into his embrace. Moments later after curling up in his arms and closing my eyes, I hear him whisper something softly into my ear.

“I could really fall for you Gem. I can feel it already. You’
re just amazing.” It was almost as if he didn’t quite want me to hear. I pretend to be asleep. I mean that’s beautiful and it’s exactly the type of thing I want to hear from someone who loves me, but just not from him. I’m not in love with him and nor will I ever be. I fight the guilt as I fall asleep.

Chapter 4

That bitch called Monday
turns up. My typical week consists generally of work I despise along with putting up with snooty gossiping cows sniggering and plotting behind my back. I hate every moment of every day in that shit-hole with a condescending shitting cock-end for a boss. As soon as 5pm arrives I’m outa there. I couldn’t give a flying fuck that they think I’m a clock-watcher, ‘cause I blatantly am so fuck all of you to hell and back!

My speedy escape from the office is usually followed by a
forty minute workout at the gym and then home to shower where I nibble on a few biscuits washed down with a cup of tea. Sometimes, if I can be bothered, I make myself an actual dinner. I watch about an hour’s worth of shit TV, and if I don’t result in welling up inexplicably with tears, I wander aimlessly around the flat looking to see what furniture I can move around, then I realise there’s nothing to change since transforming it all just a month before.

When all that’s done,
I flop myself into my vast empty bed and spend an hour trying to get to sleep. This is my life! The same shit day in and day out. What’s the bollocking point? My life honestly feels as if I’m in a constant state of perplexity, trying to figure it all out—why I’m here, what I’m supposed to be doing, why I can’t just be happy doing the things I want to do, why I’m alone—to the brink of self-generated psychosis.

I wake
on Tuesday expecting the same old crap, but thank goat today’s different. This morning I’ve made my way to the bathroom to start the daily sacrament as I start to brush my teeth and hear a shuffle in the background. I step out of the bathroom and find a second gold envelope pushed through the letter slot. Of course, it has their branded silver key dangling off the side, and this time, a little extra—it’s sealed with a crystal stone. Toothbrush still in my mouth and water dripping from the sides, I quickly open it.
Shit, that is one posh and extremely speedy competition for a nobody like me.
Inside is yet another gold card with large black curved writing looping across the centre and reads:

Congratulations!

Please be packed & ready for collection
by our Chauffeur who will arrive in a White Limo

at
17.00 on Wednesday, 20
th
July.

Requirements
& Rules: Pack seductively | Leave cameras at home (
STRICTLY
no photography)

I read it a second time as I try to absorb the contents and let my mind play catch-up. The butterflies start to flap furiously about in my tummy.

“I won! I won! I actually
fucking won something for the first time in my life,”

I
dash back to the bathroom, rinse, spit, and dart straight into the bedroom to bounce on the bed like an excitable child on Christmas morning. Out of breath, I plonk my bum on the springy mattress.

Hold on, what the fuck have
I won exactly? And what the titting hell does pack seductively mean? This has gotta be a hoax. Someone is seriously taking the piss. I bet they’re watching and laughing at me through a window right now.

From a moment of excitement to
sceptical apprehension, I think for a while, and the only thing that keeps reverberating about in my head is the realisation that everything about my organized life sucks! It’s tedious and predictable. I’m in such a stagnant rut I’ve even lost my libido, well about seventy percent of it and that’s so unlike me and bloody completely and utterly unacceptable. Yeah sure, I’m in quite the erotically anomalous shag-a-ship with Karl but for some strange reason I just find it all such an effort.

I’m usually on sexual overdrive to the point of wanting to fuck an entire rugby team
all at once and yet the only hunger I have at the moment is for food and comfort. When sex irregularly comes into the equation it’s a real tossup; curry –vs- climaxing. I’d much rather shovel a hot garlic chilli chicken dish and crispy poppadoms down my throat than a cock. I mean that’s just not me at all.

Okay so it’s normal for many women
to not want sex. In fact, I read somewhere not too long ago that women would rather spend the night in front of the TV or cook or read a book rather than have sex. The statistics of women who said they couldn’t live without sex was one in ten. How mental is that? But I get it. Sometimes we just can’t be bothered. However, even with all the researched bullshit statistics, it’s definitely just not me. I refuse to fall into that category. I mean when last did I ever feel this excited about something, anything?! Other than a curry.

My
wimpy suspicion is quickly drowned out by a fierce wave of exhilaration and I feel as if I’ve been catapulted into the air – fired up, anxious and liberated.

“Fuck it! I’m doing this.
I’m bringing back my sexual hunger once and for all god damn it. I am bloody well going to do something spontaneous and unlike me for a change.”

O
kay, so being collected by a complete stranger to be transported to an unknown destination could potentially be the most dangerously stupid thing to do as a first attempt at being risky and impulsive, but are there really any killers who’d put this much time and stylishness into ensnaring their victims to their deaths? I hardly believe so. I’ve had enough of my prearranged lifestyle. I need to be exhilarated. So I quickly scribble a note to remind myself what to pack when I get back in later.

“S
hit, the boys!” I call Tally.

“H
ey lesbo, how you doing?” We both laugh.