453 going in part 2

453 going in part 2Going in part 2The early buse`s awoke them, swishing along the wet streets as they passed, rain dribbling down the windows, in a grey world outside. Together they lay, quietly thinking, both of last night and the future.Desperation drove him from the warm bed, he had to pee, after which he made tea, then tray in hand he returned to her, warm naked and cuddly. she sat up, and quietly they drank the tea, neither really knowing what to say.He slipped his arm round her, she snuggled in close then as if by some unknown order, tray and empty cups were discarded, and their lips met once more. Hands roamed, gentle and tender hands caressed breasts, belly`s, prick and balls , he rolled himself onto her receptive body and in seconds the engine had begun its relentless thrusting once again, in second`s had her once again up in the gods of a climax, her bladder near bursting , the effect tripled as this ‘inexperienced’ youth rammed himself into her. She knew she had to stop him or risk her mattress. Very reluctantly he rolled off, she rose, her body to him in the grey light of this wet morning, shear perfection, as she set off to the bedroom door, he called after her to “hurry back” and this she soon did, this time taking charge , saying “my turn young man,” and swinging her leg over his hips, then lowering herself onto his member, in a way that brooked no argument. She began to rock her hips, his eyes fixed on her wildly swinging pendulum like breasts. But she gave no quarter.Ten hard minutes had him throwing his seed up into her, accompanied with gasps and grunts, that said she too was nearing her high spot, but she continued the assault, today it would be her that milked him, twice more over the next thirty minutes, she took his seed, and still she continued the assault, desperately withholding her own full climax, though she was desperate to hit the high-spots, it was a trick Tony her ex had expected her to do, to control her climaxes to coincide with his own, it had taken her years to perfect. John now was begging her to finish, his balls blowing steam, his energy dying, he at least knew when he was beaten. She laughed, then together they hit the final massive climax. It was mega.They awoke again at eleven, both drained, slipping from bed she was about to dress, but he stopped her, “No clothes…please, just for me, not today! “she smiled they kissed, then naked they made breakfast, holding hands while they ate, then soft touches as they passed in the kitchen, kisses over the washing up, before arm in arm they returned to the living room. He asked, “Is it always so tiring and intense?” she laughed that silvery laugh of hers and she said simply, “it can be as hard or as gentle as you wish my lover, last night you outran me, so today it was my turn, just to see how you liked it!” she went on, You have a lot you need to learn, my inexperienced friend, but it was a good and spirited start!”His grin was broad, then he said, “I seem to have an experience tutor, so I am all your `s, as you seem to be an expert!”The telephone rang, and she being nearest, she answered it, a lady`s voice asked if she could speak to John, so she passed over the receiver, with a questioning look, “Oh high mum,” Anne relaxed, for the next few minutes the lad rattled on about the date of entry, and his aspirations, then to her amazement he asked if they had room for a friend to come and holiday with them, he gave the dates, explained who he wanted to be allowed to visit and then thanking his mother, arranging to chat more next week, then down went the receiver.“I hope you have a passport” he chuckled, “you are going on holiday, ten days, all expenses paid, when I go into camp, and I won`t take no for an answer… teach… I owe you that, or I will by the time I go in cos I am going to enjoy you!” A broad grin lit up her face, a holiday, not since Tony left had she holidayed and only once with him had she been further than ataşehir escort the Dover, though she held a full passport, if she could find it in her bureau!“Well, I had best get you started on the full course then, seeing as you are paying with a holiday!” she grinned and kissed him, said “ thank you,” then, she showed him a picture of her dressed and undressed.then she began to tell him of her life with her ex. And it was a strange tale belive me.“Before we married, he was the nicest most gentle man any woman could wish for, oh he was firm about his likes and dislikes, I will say that, but he was generous that was something he always was, right to the end”Well, we married and moved here, and it was here that I found he was as kinky as hell!”She paused, then shaking her head she said, “I was a bit naive, and so deeply in love and he knew I would endure anything for him.” He loved bondage, he love dominance, he would punish me if I did anything not to his liking or standards, shared me with his friends and he had a thing about not wasting pee,” John sat, his mouth opened as the tale unfolded, she explained about the bondage, the pain he loved to inflict, the anal play, the urolagnic games, and the occasional need to humiliate her in front of his friends, even share her, and the making of erotic films. all of which she had put up with for years until he had found Jake whom, he found he loved, and for that love, soon abandoned her, leaving her the flat, its contents, and the shop below but little else, hence she had rented the empty shop to the little Jewish d****r and the room, just to make ends meet between the two incomes she just about paid the mortgage and survived though there was little to spare at the months end.John kissed her once more then she amazed him again by saying that, “she had a box of a dozen or so films that they had made, which the bastard had forgotten when he went, it was so sudden, he had the rest made into proper films to sell to his clients, so I was famous, in some circles!” She smiled a sad laconic smile, then she faced him once more wiping away a tearHis face told her he would love to watch the films, but he wondered if it would be diplomatic, would she mind, so he said nothing. Her grin though, said she had read his mind.“The films are on top of my wardrobe, and the projector is in the cupboard under the window by my bed though I`ve not used it in an age, I found they just added to my frustrations!”His face shone then he said,” don’t you miss that life then, it must suddenly have stopped when he left, well…it must have been hard.”“It would have led to me being a brass, a prostitute, if I hadn’t had the shop to rent, I was his working girl, I can see it now, but back then….” She smiled a distant smile then said seriously, “I didn’t miss being used, or the pain, the sex, and all, but I did miss him for a while till I pulled myself together. you will see on some films he had a good-sized prick and knew how to please a woman, but the bugger was a hard master.” She shook her head, then said “If you set the projector up on the bedside table and take down the picture on the blank wall at the bottom of the bed, its set for the distance, but please, don’t judge me by the contents, as I would have done anything for him back when they were taken!” she grinned then said you go set it up and I will sort out a cottage pie for tea and a brew, and we will watch one or two, you choose which, oh and remember we only have three weeks from now! Then came the silvery laugh that followed him once more, as he scuttled away to find the treasured films.She still naked, pottered into her kitchen, it overlooked her yard a paved yard shared with the d****r and facing the back of a factory, a huge place of four stories its blank back wall depressingly keeping the sun from the yard.It also kept her kitchen permanently shady and cool. She had often been had by her husband üsküdar escort in the yard after the d****r had gone home and, in the kitchen too, once the threat of the little man looking up from his infrequent outings to the yard or its outside toilet had passed. To the right was another yard, hidden by an eight-foot high brick wall dividing it from her yard and holding back a heap of clutter left to decay in a rat-infested heap of old tat, since old Leroy her neighbour and shopkeeper passed away. To the left of her yard a two -floor windowless store room, behind the off licence, all of which closed the yard in, so it was very secluded after shop hours and she had been filmed out there, numerous times in years past… secured to four strategically placed hooks fixed into the wall! Memories flew across her mind… Then grinning she snapped out of her trance and began on the pie!An hour passed while she set the pie into a slow oven, made sandwiches, and tea which they soon ate together. He having sorted the projector and picked a film by the date on the can, had found none were titled, just dated. There were 11 films in all the first three short black and white ones, all 8mm films like his dad used, so he knew how to go on.The food over they returned to the bedroom, bare feet pattering on the linoleum, as they walked hand in hand to the bedroom.She found he had remade the bed and pulled the curtain`s once more. They lay on the old gold bedspread together and kissed again, as only lovers can, then he lent to the projector. Up came the home video of the kitchen they had just eaten in, May 1949 the label said… she had she rummaged in a drawer in the chest of drawers.tucked away a reminder as if she needed it. these picturesdeleted A pretty, and much younger Anne was led in, her wrists rope bound behind her, and wearing a very old-fashioned nightdress, the camera was obviously fixed, as it didn’t move or follow, and the focus didn’t change.Laying, to his right, her left hand strayed to John`s stiffening member yet again, while outside a bus rumbled past, and the world carried on its wet grey existence. In here, they were in a world of their own, a strange world of sex and depravity, the black and white images of the pretty girl, showing on the wall, young, blonde and tied up, being ravaged over the table-end, the nightdress lifted and her arse naked, the detail not well focused, as the man took her roughly, it was, even to the 1960`s standards, pretty bland stuff. But it was her this wonderful Anne, being used by her ex, Tony, the first time John had ever seen the man! It was a short film, her face nearest the camera showing her joy as he used her savagely. But it was only the first.By now he was stiff as a poker, their lips met once again, and suddenly the room lit bright as the film began its flailing clatter of having run its course. Reluctantly he got up and rethreaded the machine with the next film, dated June of the same year.So far bar a single comment of, “God haven`t I aged!” she had said nothing, when the new image on this one hit the wall, he noticed it was better focused, and the details were sharper. This time she wore a collar and lead, Her wrists now bound to her collar and she was naked and made to stand up on the table top via a chair. He noticed her pubic hair was lush, and her breasts less sizable than now, but the nipples were as they were now, facing outwards rather than forwards, to him perfect!Though the projector could do sound, the film was silent, he said something to her, presumably to stand very still and she nodded, he lathered the pubes with a shaving brush and stick soap in a pre-prepared dish on the sink top, then with a vicious looking open razor tony began removing the lush curls from her mons. Aware of the ,dangers of a cut, the subject stood trembling, obviously scared of the razor slashing at her sex, her face a mask of fear, his fingers a blur of çekmeköy escort careful movements, the cut-hair falling to the tabletop as that wicked blade slid over the soft skin. Slowly, oh so very slowly the lips of her sex became youthful once again, finally smooth as a baby she stood, relieved, with not one tiny nick, and his fingers deep up inside her, working her off for the camera and whoever was watching, her embarrassment easy to see as her body betrayed her and she began to climax heavily.Back in the real world Anne had him in hand once more, she had watched her own younger face in fear of that razor, had remembered the feelings of fear and of his hand cupping her sex, fingering her innermost nerves and then when she had cum, his word`s when he told her why he had removed all her golden curls.It was so in his words “she would feel his belt on her sex that much harder and not have that soft mat of protection to rely on when he whipped her!” A shudder had run through her, then as it did now, just as the film ended. She relayed her feelings to John, who was oh so near his own climax. The film again slapped itself to a stop, and the bright un shuttered light lit the room. he flipped the stop switch and the curtained room became a gloomy enclosure yet again.The lips entwined once more, and she milked his seed from him expertly, asking him as he was approaching the high spot if he wanted to see her like how he just had, used, hurt even. …would he have enjoyed her humiliation, or her bondage like that? His answer was physical, the seed spraying up his own belly, over her fingers and up her arm.She smiled gently and said, “Perhaps then just one more film today and then we shall save the rest, the coloured ones for another day, one step at a time!”While he wiped himself down and set up the next film, The film was marked, with another date later in that June long ago, They, lay back and she showed him the collar, Along with another framed picture The securing device consisted of a wide collar such as you might use on a large dog, clipped to it two much smaller collars such as you might use on a smaller a****l, a Yorkshire terrier or dachshund. She said, “I`ve spent hours, in this being used, I even grew to enjoy it in a strange sort of way…” she looked wistful. He kissed her again, hugged her then rolled over and switched on the projector. Suddenly there was another picture spread all over the big wall, Anne in this collar, the very one she had just shown him, the table she lay on, flat on her back the one they had just eaten breakfast from, that lead hung over the table end tied off so she could not move her head. Her legs astride and tied apart at the knee, and ankle. Tony was stood by her feet, a wide leather belt in his hand and as soon as the film started, he struck her, light stroke`s it is true, but rapid strokes, multitudes of them up the legs, first one then the other slap, slap, slap, then came the scream`s seen not heard, the head wavering left to right in pain, he began strike the woman`s sex, her body twitched, bounced, and strained in pain against its bonds the strokes increased, speed and strength slowly but surely, until she began to climax, massive and strong,Tony laughing now, ceased his strokes and the film finished.It was like firing a start pistol, John`s leg was over Anne`s hip in seconds, and he was inside her body in a way that said he meant real business. In her ear he whispered, did you cum from excitement or pain? was it really painful? Was he always that brutal?Like a small boy asking about a birthday present, he babbled on, then she quietly whispered, “turn you on did it? It did Tony, he fucked me still secured straight after, my sex was bruised and painful, and that bastard fucked me hard, then he left me there on that hard table, I was laid there all evening and he had me twice more before he released me.” Then the pace quickened, and she said with a smile, “Steady tiger, we have three weeks…” they laughed but with no change in pace he hammered home his male superiority, and kissed her, till she was quiet. With perfect timing they rose to a hard climax together, then lay side by side in that blissful moment of joy and euphoria. deleted