Wicked
written by:
kinkykes

Hi sorry I haven't written for a while, works been keeping me far too busy. But I did get to spend four weeks working in France and it reminded me of my college days.... Please leave feed back.

She was feeling wicked tonight. She had worked hard all day, at everyone's beck and call as usual and now she was free and able to please herself. She stood in bare feet in front of the mirror. She scrutinised her out fit and decided it was fine. The short black skirt was not whore-ish but definitely high enough up the thigh to give a clear idea of how well she had waxed her legs. She wore her favourite bra, the one that gave her more cleavage than her bust size would allow for normally and over the top of this she had a red silk top with sequins around the pointy v neck, with small buttons down the centre. Her necklace was in a sort of an arrow shape and seemed to guide the eyes down to her tits. She had pulled on a leather biker jacket over the top and when she pulled on her knee high leather boots with stiletto heels she thought the look was right: A bit trampy and available, but not completely gagging for it and cheap.

She had curled her hair and it was hanging shorter but wrapped around her face nicely. It was wavy and her fringe was nearly in her eyes. Her make up emphasised the almond shaping of her eyes and the bright blue sparkled enough not to appear cold. She was meeting her boyfriend of four weeks and some of her friends. She had studied at the local university for a year as part of her French degree course, and was now working as an au pair with a very demanding French family. It was a good thing to earn some cash and improve her vocabulary. The father of the family seemed ok, a bit brow beaten and almost an outsider on occasions in his own home which was definitely dominated by his four kids, especially the three girls aged 11, 9, and 6. The lad was only 3, but already a bit spoilt by his over-sized mother.

She'd been given a room was in the attic, a small room alongside the master bedroom and she was more than aware of the non existent sex life of the husband and wife. There had been plenty of times where she had overheard what she took for him trying to get his end away, only for her to complain and shout and send him away to watch porn. Only the French huh?

Maybe this was rubbing off a little on her and her appetites. She was not all prim and proper, but normally took her time before jumping in to the sack. She had met her boyfriend, Benoit, or Ben as she called him, on a night out in the University bar watching some of the Olympics, she had slept with him that night, and not just the once. She had been the more adventurous of the two of them she recalled, asking him, or demanding that he took her from behind. It was not the most romantic of first dates. She had been a bit more intimate since, a little less demanding, but she did recognise that she was more of the driving force in the bedroom than he. Was this what France did to you? Her sex drive had certainly increased while here.

She headed down the stairs, and pulled on her boots which she had left in the hallway. She picked up her keys from the tray by the door and turned the door handle. She was half way through the door when the wife called to her and asked where she was heading to. Once a mother always a mother she guessed. She said she was off to meet Ben and for them not to wait up she had her key. She was told to take care. He had moved to join his wife in the door way of the lounge and hall. She watched his eyes take her outfit and her body in and as his eyes moved upwards from her boots she boldly waited and met his gaze. He wasn't deterred as she expected but continued to stare at her and smiled. He waved casually over his shoulder as he returned to his lap top.

The night air was warm still, the summer had been hot and sticky and now it was edging into the early part of September but remained mild. She wondered about leaving her jacket but decided she would want it later. She walked across the gravel and along the suburban en clave where the dorma style house stood a replica of the other five houses in the close. She got to the end of the street and walked to the bus stop. She didn't wait long but long enough for the old boys also waiting to get a good eye full of her legs and boots. She sat at the back of the bus, looking out into the near darkness and wondered what Ben and she would be doing tonight.

He waited outside the bar for her and pulled her into an immediate embrace when she got off the bus. He kissed her deeply and squeezed her arse. You look good he told her and taste good too. They went inside and she spotted quite a few friends. She drank, danced and smoked her way through the next couple of hours, and a good part was perched on Ben's knee where he openly caressed her legs and on occasions her tits. The French seemed oblivious to this wanton behaviour and a few other girls she noticed let their fellas do this in public and some didn't even wear bras. She had quite taken to this, it felt risky and open, it was liberating and always made her feel horny.

Ben took her outside after a while on the pre text of wanting some air, but she knew what he was after really. She let him lead her down one of the alley ways opposite the bar push her up against the wall where he mauled her tits, pulling them out of the bra and into the full view of anyone who passed. He was more a tits and arse man than pussy. He bit and sucked her nipples which always made her moan and then she dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth. It was very hard and she sucked and flicked her tongue all along his length enjoying the moans and reactions she got. She tormented him taking him all the way in and out, slowed down when she knew he wanted her to go faster to make him cum. He called her a bitch so she played her tricks some more. He got frustrated and pulled her back by the hair and upwards and he pushed her back against the wall hard and shoved his cock deep inside her. She wrapped her legs tight around him wanting as much of him inside as possible. She knew he was going to cum hard and fast and she would have to wait later for her release, but she enjoyed being taken, outside and in such a public place. He tensed and started to cum. He always shouted when he came and uttered her name. She looked over his shoulder and was stunned when she saw a man only a few paces away having a pee against the wall. He winked at her, zipped himself up and walked off. She couldn't believe they had had an audience and for how long she did not know. Ben pulled out, and she knelt and sucked his cum off his cock. They rearranged their clothes and he held her tightly as they walked back into the bar. They had been gone no more than ten minutes.

The bar seemed claustrophobic after the cooler night air. The atmosphere was thick with tobacco smoke and suffocating. She made her breathing shallower and closed her eyes against the sting. He led her back into the gloomier rear of the lounge and then headed to the bar. He was ordering drinks, but really using the opportunity to brag to his mates about his conquest in the alley. He had not batted an eye lid about the bloke spying on them, and had looked pleased to have had an audience. The fact that she had not cum, was of no consequence to him. She was an object. She told herself to stop getting on her high horse, after all she had wanted it rough and had somewhat tormented him, setting the pace and the revenge shag theme to their night so far. She smirked, he wouldn't even guess that she had been in control of the situation.

Through her half closed eyes she watched the lads turn and look at her as Ben continued to recount how he had used her. She got out of her seat and sauntered towards them. All eyes watched her steady approach, as if in a trance. She stared only at Ben and started to undo her red blouse one button at a time. As she glided to stand still in front of him she reached the last button. She had all their attention now, and others standing at the bar. She shrugged out of her top and let it drop to the floor. She took his hand and placed in on her bulging bra cup. He started to massage her. She sucked in her breath and gently took his fingers away and carefully licked each and then sucked on each, deliberately using her tongue up and down the fingers. She was rewarded by his in take of breathe. She returned his fingers to their place and pushed them inside her bra cup and threw her head back pushing her tits upwards as his fingers found her nipple. She struck a very erotic pose. The lads continued to watch and whether she imagined it or not they seemed to move in around her and Ben. She started to get the giggles and Ben who was still staring into her eyes murmured something about he was surprised she was back so soon for more. She gave him her sweetest smile and then switched into a confused look. In fluent French and loud enough for his mates to hear, she asked him to repeat his question, which he did, she continued to feign confusion and replied, "but Ben, I haven't come for more, because I didn't cum the first time". He looked crestfallen and pulled his hand away and turned quickly to take a swig of his drink. As she had guessed, his retelling of their tryst had been somewhat embellished. She wondered, or hoped that she might pay for that comment soon.

Someone passed her the red top which she shrugged herself into but didn't bother doing up. As she seemed to have lost Ben's attention, she went on to the dance floor. Enjoying the music, and the way the beat pulsated throughout her whole body she closed her eyes and lost herself in the moment. She danced for about ten minutes, turning, spinning, shaking and gyrating, loving the movement. She felt free and unencumbered. Arms started to wrap themselves around her waist and hips began to move with her in synch. She could smell him and knew it was Ben and she was forgiven, there was a small amount of regret in this fact for her, she had wondered what punishment she might have provoked. He whispered in her ear that she was a wicked girl and really he should teach her a lesson, but found it hard to resist her. He let his hands explore her figure, her waist, her arse and her tits. She felt his arousal as his hard cock pushed into her lower back and against her hip when she turned slightly to look at him. She moved all the way around to face him and deliberately shimmied herself up and down him. She knew they were being watched and enjoyed the exhibitionist display they were giving out. He moved well and matched her movements. When the song ended it broke the spell and he led her off the dance floor, back to the bar. He ordered drinks and whilst waiting tilted her head up and kissed her tenderly. She smiled at him, and when the drinks arrived, he said to drink up fast he was taking her back home and to bed.

He lived a short walk away and they made it to his bed sit in less than ten minutes. They didn't speak much on the way there nor as they climbed the stairs. Once inside he locked the door and undressed her, slowly enjoying the stages of reveal-ment. She would have preferred her clothes ripped off her and being taken by force. She knew his mood was now one of love-making, and she could take on a bit of that.

She let him pick her up and place her on the end of the bed to take off her boots, and watched as he kissed the length of her legs starting at her thighs and finishing with her big toe. She was enjoying the attention, and was turned on, but not aching for it like she had been in the alley way. She watched him undress and then climb on the bed beside her, his erection nestling along her thigh. She moved to take it in her hands and he let her, she gentle stroked up and down and watched his eyes darken and his breathing catch in his throat. He surprised her by moving out of her grasp and on top of her. He told her to keep her eyes open as he entered her and slowly eased himself in and out, she was surprised how pleasurable this actually was, when moments before she had wanted it hard, rough and fast. He rotated his hips clockwise and then anti clock wise and made her catch her breathe. Her passion was rising and building with each slow thrust. He moved onto his side and let his hand move down to stoke her clitoris and she realised then she was not in control and was lost. He pulled her nipples gently with his teeth and she started to moan deep in her throat. He told her to let go, to enjoy her ride. She was so contrary she didn't want to obey to take back some control, but instead found she was on the brink, her desire had steadily risen was near to the peak. He sensed her nearness and suddenly drove really hard and deep into her, biting her nipples, no longer pulling, exquisitely painfully, and that was her undoing, she came - loudly and in waves of pleasure emanating from her core. She was gasping for breath and shocked at how much he had rocked her this time and in a way she had not been prepared for, but the end was more her style. He was continuing to thrust and his rhythm built quickly. He called her name as he came hard and deep inside her before rolling away completely spent. He pulled the covers over them and they slept.

She woke first and knew it was early. He was wrapped around her and his body heat in the small room was making her damp and not in a good way. She shifted as much as she could, enough for him to moan and turn over, freeing her legs. When she could turn her head she registered that it was just before five. She didn't want to lay waiting for some more fun and looking at Ben she decided she would have quite a wait. She carefully slipped out of bed and dressed. She scribbled him a note and unlocked the door with one hand and stooped to pick up her boots with the other. She tip toed down the stairs and sat on the bottom step to pull on her boots. She felt a bit ridiculous wearing her outfit from last night, but the taxi driver she managed to hail down did come to an abrupt stop when he clocked her outfit. He tried to engage her in conversation but she played sorry-I-don't-speak-much-French card and settled back into the seat to watch the early morning city speed by the windows.

She took a perverse pleasure walking up the pristine cul de sac of suburban homes in her outfit and knew if any curtains were twitching her dress code would be the talk of the coffee morning round that week. She stole quietly into the house and was bending to unzip her boots when she sensed she was being studied. She stood swiftly to see the husband leaning on the lounge door jam, fully clothed, slightly rumpled and staring at her quite admiringly. He said good morning, and made sure she knew where his eyes were lingering. He asked if she had had a good time and when she nodded, he asked whether she would like to share some of that good time feeling as he had not experienced that for some time. She felt her heart skip a beat and start to race, was she reading too much into that statement, but as if in answer to her unvoiced question he took a step towards her and reached out to touch her tit. She didn't move and getting this reaction he placed his other hand on her other tit and started to caress and massage her. He slowly un did the buttons and as he saw her bra and cleavage he let out a small whistle. He took her hand and led her into the lounge. He had clearly spent the night here, there was a few beer bottles and wrappers on the floor and some discarded porn dvds. He bent reached for the remote and switched the tv on and instantly in muted sounds porn started to play. He smiled at her and said, this wasn't needed to get him in the mood, but he wondered if she might appreciate it. They sat on the sofa side by side, she was aware she hadn't uttered a word to him, and she was also aware that the porn was making her feel aroused and horny. He asked if she had been with Ben and she nodded. He asked how many time they had done it and she held up two fingers and then corrected herself and spoke for the first time to say for him, just the once for her. He called him a selfish bastard and then with surprising speed pulled her across his lap.

He caressed her arse and pushed his hand under her panties. He made her squeal when suddenly out of no where he spanked her and he told her to hush her voice. He spanked her again and again thrilling at the red welts left on her pale skin, careful not to repeat his attack in the same place. He pulled her panties down and gently inserted two fingers slowly into her and marvelled at how wet she was. His thumb strummed her clitoris and suddenly she was panting and wanting his cock inside her. He continued his probing and then completely made her squirm when he started to stroke her buttocks and parted her cheeks. His thumb however kept her aroused and his fingers worked their magic so well that she was torn between wriggling out of his inquisitive stroking and stopping the unadulterated pleasure she was experiencing. The latter won and she only gasped when he inserted a finger in her anus. Her whole body resisted and he breathed between clenched teeth that he was so lucky to find a virgin arse. The pain and pleasure was nothing like she had felt and she knew her orgasm was building and the intensity of the sensations was nothing like she had thought could be possible. She came loudly, screaming into one of the sofa cushions whislt spasms seemed to pass through her whole body jolting it and rocking it back fore on his lap. He kissed her neck and sat her up. She was spent and her face registered shock and satisfaction. He pulled her up the stairs and all the way to the small landing that adjoined her room and his and his wife's room. He turned the handle of her room and followed her inside.

He undressed her and pushed her onto the bed roughly. Her libido immediately kicked in as he started to remove his clothes and she couldn't take her eyes off of his lean and muscular body. He was obviously working off some of his sexual frustrations in the gym. She glanced nervously in the direction of his marital bed and he smiled at her. She told me to go find my release else where. Am not sure she quite had you in mind, but I am a simple obedient man. He flipped her over and pushed he legs wide apart and suddenly rammed himself with full force into her cunt. She screamed as it hurt but in such a delicious way. His roughness was something that she had been craving. Ben was too young to know how to do this she thought, and without guilt. He pushed and thrust in and out of her and did not hide his need or his vocal pleasure, he seemed to want to wake his wife with his fucking. She pushed back against him, wanting as much of him inside her as possible, and felt her own desire rise again. The adultery and roughness, the risk of being caught and knowing that even with his wife as an audience she would be too selfish to stop because she craved her release sent her spinning over the edge, followed a fraction later by him. He tensed and stopped, so suddenly but she felt him pouring into her, his juices and her's mingling. He collapsed on top of her. His full weight pinning her to the bed and pushing the breath from her.

He rolled off after a while and pulled her to him. He stroked her hair away from her face and snuggled against her back. He murmured for her to rest and sleep and amazingly she dozed off in his arms, lying inches from his wife.

She was woken by tender fondling of her tits. She remembered slowly where she was and was startled to find herself responding still to his touch. Images from earlier came flooding back but she was loosing her control again, loosing herself in the sensations of her nipples being pulled taut with infinite slowness. He whispered he was glad he had woken her and he continued to thrill her with his hands, exploring her arse and her cunt with his fingers. He left her anus alone and she felt a sense of loss and relief. He pulled her on to him and she eased herself on to his very erect cock. Sounds of clattering from the kitchen travelled up the stairs and they could hear the girls terrorising his wife. He closed his eyes and thrust his hips up to meet her and started to fondle her tits. She rocked back and forth determined to cum to take her pleasure thrilled at the clandestine nature of the fuck. She didn't take long under his ministrations and he told her she was a good girl. He waited for her to recover and then eased her off him and sent her mouth southwards and onto his cock. She slowly took him into her mouth and swirled her tongue up and down his length enjoying the salty tang of her own pleasure. He started to groan and harden and she gently moved her fingers up and down him in time with her mouth, flicking her tongue over his end and sucking him hard, willing him to cum, and he did. She swallowed and continued to lick the thick and creamy fluid into her mouth, just as his wife shouted for them both to come down for breakfast.