in his mouth.
Kate loved this
particular scene – she had watched it more times than she could
remember. The first time she'd seen a man giving a blow job, she
had almost had a spontaneous orgasm. There was something about
seeing a cock in another man's mouth that turned her on more than
anything in her own conventional sex life had ever done.
She rubbed her
clit with one hand while fingering herself with the other. She was
already wet, and close to orgasm. It could take Michael forever to
make her come, but give her a laptop and her own fingers – she
could do the job in minutes.
Joe
deepthroated Jacob. Any moment now, Jacob would shoot his load into
Joe's throat. Her fingers moved more quickly; she wanted to time it
perfectly.
Her orgasm
engulfed her just as Jacob's body tensed. Joe kept Jacob's cock
deep in his mouth until he had swallowed every last drop of Jacob's
load.
Kate closed the
laptop, walked back into the bedroom, slipped off the t-shirt, and
climbed in beside Michael.
Book 2: Part 2
She could
hardly remember how it had started. It had probably been when she
used to write fan-fiction - all those years ago. When she had first
heard the term 'slash', she'd had no idea what it meant. Then,
after she had discovered what it was, she had been appalled. The
idea of her favourite male characters – doing it! Yuk! Yet, at the
same time, she was fascinated. So much so that eventually it was
all she read. The next stage was when she started to write slash
fan fiction herself. She had never let on to her friends what she
was writing; she had always hidden behind a screen name. From
there, she had progressed to watching porn. She'd watched plenty of
male/female porn with her previous boyfriends (Michael had never
shown any interest), but had found herself more and more drawn to
male/male porn. It turned her on more than any amount of
male/female stuff.
“Did you get up
in the night?” Michael poured her a bowl of cereal.
She hesitated,
wondering how he knew. She was sure she hadn't woken him.
“My t-shirt was
on the floor on your side of the bed.”
She cursed her
own stupidity.
“Oh yes. I
couldn't sleep, so I got up and had a glass of milk.”
“Are you okay
this morning?”
“I'm fine.” She
knew he would be horrified if he knew the truth – that she had been
watching two beautiful guys fucking. What would he do? Walk out on
her? She didn't want to find out. She made herself a promise – no
more. It was a promise she knew she would not be able to keep.
Book 2: Part 3
Kate hated her
job. She hadn't listened when her teachers and parents had tried to
tell her how important formal qualifications were. She had thought
she knew better – she had been wrong. Ever since leaving school six
years ago, she had drifted from one dead-end job to another. She
was currently employed by MaxPart Ltd, a company which sold parts
for boilers – life doesn't get any more exciting than that. Kate
worked in the despatch department which meant she spent most of her
day parcelling goods ready for the post. It was mind numbingly
boring which gave her plenty of time to daydream – something she
was always getting told off for. She was just thankful no one knew
what she was daydreaming about.
Today, to make
matters even worse, she had been volunteered to work overtime by
her boss, Arthur Bright. Kate hated the guy with a passion. He
brought a whole new meaning to the word ugly. And his breath! He
could stun an elephant at thirty metres. Her protests had fallen on
deaf ears, so one hour after she would normally have left for home,
she was still packing flexible joints.
“We are five
short,” Arthur shouted from the other side of the room.
Kate shrugged;
why should she care?
“You'll have to
fetch some from the stores.” He threw her a key. “You'll need this.
The guys in the stores will have gone home.”
Kate caught the
key. The entrance to the stores was at the far side of