Long night with long sex acts

I kept looking at my phone. It was Monday morning and I was tired after a long night of too much sex and too little sleep. Now I was at work, trying to work, and looking at my phone every few minutes. I had to call someone, but I wasn’t sure who and that was the worst of it.

Perry or Thomas?

I couldn’t really spend the following weekend with Perry, could I? He’d asked me and I’d agreed, but I’d hardly been thinking clearly at the time. I hated him. He was using me to betray his best friend, to hurt the man I was going to marry in less than three weeks. I couldn’t spend a weekend with him.

Could I?

I reached for the phone and my fingers fell short, weak and useless and stroking my desk as I sat there.

Should I call Thomas? What would I tell him? I knew he’d have plans for Friday night, Saturday as well, and Sunday was always our special afternoon together. Sweet, innocent Thomas. He loved me. He was going to marry me and make a new woman from the ruins of my past. He loved me and the man had no idea who I’d been or what I’d done…What Perry was forcing me to do behind his back. I couldn’t lie to him again.

Could I?

My fingers twitched and drummed impatiently. I’d never been one to put off anything. I liked to make up my mind and do it, sometimes for the best, sometimes not…but the waiting. The indecision was almost unbearable and my work sat unfinished. What was I doing? What was I thinking about? I was engaged and whatever hold Perry had over me, it didn’t extend so far as he imagined. Blackmail was one thing and there was little I could do about that, but he’d have to understand that there were limits to what he could have.

I’d call Perry and I looked at his business card, and his home number was on the back, his celphone too. He’d be at work now though and so it was the front of the card I was staring at. I’d call him at the office, like it was just business and nothing personal at all, and tell the man that I’d changed my mind. If he wanted to own me, he’d have to come and get me. I wasn’t going to travel across the state and lie to my fiancé just to give Perry what he wanted. I’d been confused the night before, and not thinking clearly. But the sun was up and I was resolved once more to be the woman Thomas thought he was marrying.

“Hey Tricia, I was wondering if…”

I blinked and jerked my hand away from the phone, looking up as Susan, one of the other secretaries, spoke to me.

“…you had time to help me audit the Fairfield account?” she finished and gave me a quizzical look. “Are you okay?”

“What?” I swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah, um…I’m fine. Sure.”

“We can do it later, if you’re busy,” she said.

“No,” I forced myself to smile, feeling guilty with relief that I had an excuse to put off my phone call. “I’m not busy.”

I had excuses all day long and Tuesday morning as well. I’d call Perry that afternoon, I’d decided. It was better that way, more casual, like I’d just happened to remember my silly promise. It wasn’t important enough for a Monday. Nothing that couldn’t wait until after a cup of coffee and a meeting Tuesday morning. It was a little thing and unimportant and that was my plan. Perry would have me, there was little I could do about that, but not for a weekend. I’d tell him right after lunch, but I didn’t.

Wednesday arrived and I was feeling bad. Swollen and cramped, bloated with my menstruation, but that was good. It meant my menses was almost finished. The end was always the worst for me, but only for a day or two and then I would be fine. It put me out of the mood to call anyone and I ignored my phone and the guilt that was growing undeniably. Why wasn’t I calling Perry? I’d spoken with Thomas every night and gone out to dinner with him the evening previously, smiling and pretending everything was fine.

I’d let my fiancé hold me and kiss me, and whisper sweet nothings in my ear while we imagined our wedding and the honeymoon after. I’d mentioned nothing to him about Perry and his invitation for the weekend. The subject of Thomas’ best friend hadn’t come up at all and I’d been happy about that, telling myself it wasn’t up to me. It wasn’t my responsibility to offer lies to the man I loved. The man I wanted to love. What would I say? I was going to call Perry in the morning anyway, but when the time came, I didn’t feel up to it.

Thursday. I’d call him and I was feeling better, my period almost over. I was practically brand new and fresh and the day seemed brighter somehow. I’d call Perry and let him know that he wasn’t anyone special to me. Our relationship meant nothing beyond the fact that he was a manipulative, selfish bastard. I’d call his bluff, if the man demanded it of me. I’d let him have me when he was here, but I wouldn’t come running to his bed. I had to have some self-respect and I’d make him understand that.

“Miss Evens? Patricia Evens?”

I looked up to see a young man in white and blue coveralls, smiling at me.

“Yes?” I nodded.

“I have a delivery,” he said, clearly enjoying his job as he produced an elaborate floral arrangement in a simple vase. “Can I put it here?”

“What?” I stared at him and smiled and watched as he put the flowers on my desk. “Thank you, um…”

“There’s a card,” he told me, reaching into his pocket. “If I could just get you to sign here for me?”

“More flowers from Thomas?” one of the women I worked with gave me an envious sigh and I shrugged happily. My fiancé did like to spoil me.

“What kind of flowers…” I started to ask, handing the man his receipt and turning the vase slowly.

“It’s a Sweetheart Bouquet,” he said pleasantly. “Have a nice day, Miss Evens.”

“Thank you,” I said and it was beautiful and somewhere between generous and large. A dozen red roses were in there, along with carnations and some sort of pink and lavender orchids, or something. I didn’t know my flowers very well, at least not the exotic ones, and some of them were exceedingly lovely. All red and white and pink, the colors of passion and romance, and I enjoyed the moment very much.

I found the small card tied to one of the roses with a bit of wire and I smiled as I opened it, wondering if Thomas had anything special on his mind or merely me.

“Priss, looking forward to this weekend. Perry.”

I blinked at the card and sat back, turning away from the flowers for a moment before looking nervously around the office. Everyone knew I was engaged to Thomas. They were all invited to the wedding and here was a bouquet from Perry? My heart beat faster as I undid the wire with nervous, clumsy fingers. If someone saw this, if one of the other secretaries read the card…I was frightened to death of being found out and having to answer questions that I couldn’t. The rumors, the gossip, the whispers would spread and Thomas would hear about it.

“Perry,” I sighed, ripping the card in half and then half again. I tore the pieces smaller and smaller in my lap, watching the office and dropping the ragged bits of paper onto my skirt as I sat there. My heart was thumping and I felt a surge of adrenaline and something else besides. The excitement of almost being caught. The little rush of emotion that the smallest possibility of being exposed gave me and I didn’t understand it at all. The card was destroyed, but the flowers remained and I’d have to explain them as a gift from Thomas and pray that he never found out.

A Sweetheart Bouquet from Perry delivered to my work. He was thinking of me. My nipples were cold with painful desire and I was tingling deep in my tummy. My fingers itched and my pussy was moist. Only from this. I closed my eyes, trying not to remember the things we’d done. Perry forcing me to have sex with him. Raping me in my kitchen and in my own bed. Subduing me the one time I’d tried to fight him and then spanking me the night I’d tried to say no to his desires.

I was stroking the insides of my thighs, the pale flesh above the tops of my stockings. I was tickling myself with my fingertips, dragging my nails closer to my pussy as I sat behind my desk, hidden away and staring at those flowers. Perry had fucked me and I’d let him do it. I’d enjoyed it and begged for more. I remembered suggesting that he stay with me and call his office in the morning, and I burned with shame and guilt. And lust? Perry. I hated him and I wanted him and I couldn’t have him! I was getting married and if I could have sent those flowers back…

Would I?

I reached for the phone.

“Tom Westin…Hello?”

I almost dropped the phone as I heard my fiancé’s voice answering. I’d been calling Perry, not Thomas! I was going to tell the man he could keep his flowers, I didn’t want them or him. I wasn’t coming that weekend or any other. I was going to be busy with Thomas, with the man I was going to marry. I was going to make it clear to him and draw a line that his blackmail didn’t cross. That’s what I’d planned on doing when I’d reached for the phone, pushing the numbers quickly before I changed my mind.

“Thomas,” I swallowed hard and I should have just hung up. “Hi. It’s me.”

“Tricia?” He was smiling, I could tell. “Hey, I was just thinking about you.”

“You were?” I frowned and tried to push the guilt away, turning my eyes away from those flowers.

“Well, I’m always thinking about you,” he laughed lightly. “What are you doing?”

“Um, oh…” I took a deep breath. “I just…A friend of mine just, uh… called me and I…This weekend, I’m going to…to visit her.”

“Oh,” Thomas sounded a little surprised, since I’d hardly mentioned any friends in the time he’d know me.

“Yeah, so…” I laughed nervously. “I’m going to go Friday after work and come back, um…Sunday night, I think, and…”

“Okay, well…Where’s your friend at?” he wondered.

“What? Oh, she’s um, she’s in college,” I said. “At the university.”

“Okay. How about if I go with you?” Thomas suggested all too reasonably. “I could give Perry a call and he could put me up, I’m sure. We could have some fun and you can see your friend…”

“No! Oh, um…No,” I said quickly, searching for an excuse, anything.

“What? It’s a long drive, Tricia,” Thomas said and then he chuckled. “I’m not trying to get you into a hotel room with me or anything.”

“I know, yeah…” I forced myself to laugh. “I just, well, I think she and some of the other, uh…girls I knew, they want to…you know, give me a going away party.”

“A going away party?” Thomas asked.

“Yeah, a bridal shower thing,” I said slowly. “I think.”

“Oh, like a bachelor’s party for girls, eh?” Thomas laughed.

“Maybe,” I said. “I don’t know. It…She surprised me, you know.”

“Sure,” Thomas agreed. “Just don’t fool around with the stripper or anything, okay?”

“Stripper?” I giggled. “What?”

“Well, isn’t that what goes on at those things?” Thomas teased me. “I want to marry a virgin, remember?”

“Yeah,” I said softly, staring at the flowers.

“I want to marry you,” he said. “I love you, Tricia.”

“I love you too,” I said.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you?” he asked. “I’m going to worry if you’re by yourself.”

“No,” I said. “I’ve made the drive before. I’ll be okay.”

“I’ll call Perry and let him know you’ll be in town anyway,” Thomas decided. “Maybe he can take you to lunch or something…”

“He can check up on me?” I asked, trying to sound light and carefree, but my heart was hammering and I could barely keep my voice steady.

“Well, that too,” Thomas laughed. “He likes you a lot, I think.”

“Yeah, he’s…nice,” I said weakly. “Um…I have to go.”

“Okay. Do you want to have dinner with me tonight?” Thomas wondered. “If I’m not going to see you all weekend…”

“Yeah,” I agreed quickly, closing my eyes and nodding. “Dinner. That’ll be nice.”

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll pick you up around seven.”

“Alright,” I said and Thomas was saying goodbye, telling me again how much he loved me.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

“I’m here,” I said without smiling, standing on Perry’s doorstep holding my overnight bag in one hand and his flowers in the other.

“You didn’t like them?” Perry asked me, stepping aside and I entered his condominium slowly, feeling the goosebumps on my skin. Fight or flight. I was frightened out of my mind.

“I’m not your sweetheart,” I said, pushing the bouquet into his hands. “I’m just a whore, remember?”

“I’ll put these in the bedroom,” Perry shrugged. “Do you want something to drink, Priss?”

“Yeah,” I decided, dropping my bag in the middle of his living room and looking around. “Something to make me blackout.”

Perry had disappeared already and his place was nice, very clean and modern and it must have cost him a bundle. His condo was large and overlooking the bay through a wall that was entirely glass and stainless steel. Everything was white, or the colors muted it seemed to me. Pastels that were washed out and antiseptic. I didn’t like it and I felt cold all over, but inside I was warm. Unbearably warm and seeing Perry again, dressed and handsome and utterly careless with my feelings. It was all too perfect.

“Thomas called me,” Perry said a few minutes later, handing me a large martini. I’d never had one before so I had no idea how dry or wet it might be, but it was strong and I drank half of it quickly.

“Did he?” I breathed slowly through my open mouth and Perry chuckled.

“You are thirsty,” he said and sipped his own as we stood there. “Yeah. Tommy told me I should look in on you while you’re here. Maybe take you out for a little dinner…some dancing maybe…a long, hard fuck afterwards. Hmmm?”

“That doesn’t bother you, does it?” I sighed.

“What?” Perry smiled. “Thomas thinking you’re safe with me?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “You think he’ll never find out about us?”

“I don’t know,” Perry told me evenly. “What do you think?”

“I don’t want to hurt him,” I said, looking into Perry’s face. “Let’s just have this weekend. I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”

“Okay…” he said slowly.

“But when it’s over, Perry…It’s over, okay?” I asked him. “Please?”

“One weekend with you?” he was shaking his head. “That’s not gonna last me the rest of my life, Priss.”

“Perry,” I sighed and looked down at my drink.

“Is that why you came here?” he wondered. “Is that what you really want?”

“I’m tired” I said and I just felt defeated right then. “It was a long drive. I need a bath before I can think about why I’m here.”

“Oh, come on…” Perry smiled at me. “You know why you’re here, Priss.”

“I was going to call you,” I told him, looking into those deep hazel eyes of his, smelling his aftershave and watching his moist lips curl upward. He was enjoying this, not just my presence or my appearance, but this conflict between us. The edge that existed because of what we were doing and how it was so wrong.

“You should have,” Perry said, leaning close to me and closing his eyes as he breathed deeply through his nose. “You smell so good. I’ve missed you.”

“I wasn’t going to come, Perry.” I took another drink, a smaller one this time and picked the olive out of my glass with my fingers. “I shouldn’t be here. I can’t do this, okay? If you’re not going to let me go…”

“I’m not.”

“…Then if you want me, you have to come get me. That’s the rule,” I said, reciting my practiced lines. “I don’t come to you.”

“That’s the rule?” Perry cocked his head, watching me eat my olive and he was close to me. So very close and whispering, “Why are you here now, Priss?”

I kissed him then, the way I’d wanted to from the moment he’d opened his front door. I pressed my lips to his and let his tongue slip eagerly inside my mouth. I held my drink away from us with one hand and the other went to Perry’s neck, gripping him tightly while our tongues moved against each other. He found my hip and then my ass through the jeans I wore and pulled me against him, and I could feel the man’s hardness against my tummy.

Our drinks threatened to spill and I was only dimly aware of it when Perry took the glass from my hand. I watched him move to set them on a glass coffee table and I was already unbuttoning my blouse. We didn’t speak. We didn’t even leave the room. We undressed slowly and casually, as if this was all prearranged and agreed upon, and I folded my clothing carefully, setting them aside. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, watching Perry watch me. I pushed my panties down my legs, stepping out of them and my period was finished now. My sex was wet, but not with blood, and I reached down to rub my fingers over my throbbing clit.

Perry’s cock was swollen, not completely erect, but firm and standing out from his body in a graceful arch. His wonderful, hard body. I bit my lip, staring at him and I told myself that this was all it was. The pleasure I felt when I was with the man, the lust seeping into my heart when he touched me. There was no other emotion, or nothing good anyway. Lust and guilt and the humiliation of being Perry’s whore. That’s what he gave me, I told myself, only that and nothing else. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to cheat on my fiancé. I didn’t want to feel the way I did and I blinked at the tears flooding my eyes.

“Don’t!” I held up my hands and stepped back when Perry reached for my shoulders. “Don’t touch me yet.”

“What’s wrong?” Perry asked me and I might have laughed at him then. It was such a silly question and he asked it so seriously.

“Tell me what I am,” I said. “Why I’m here. You tell me, Perry. What do you want?”

“I want to fuck you,” he said and I shook my head.

“I’ll leave,” I told him over the rapid beating of my heart. “I swear to God. I’ll put my clothes back on and leave if you don’t tell me the truth.”

I was dying with the fear that he’d already spoken it.

I knew why I hadn’t called him now. I’d known all along since… before. Since the first time? Maybe. Since the night I’d tried to fight him, I’d known it then for certain. It was inside me and it hurt. It was killing me and I was afraid of it. It was why I’d driven across the state alone, making my pilgrimage back to the place that had ruined me. The scene of the crime and the past that wouldn’t let me go, taken shape in the man who was naked in front of me. It was all I could do to stay on my feet and every part of me begged acceptance of what he was offering.

Just a fuck.

Thomas would marry me and Perry would fuck me, and I’d live the rest of my life moving between those two men. I’d be a wife and a whore and it would be so easy. I could have been a coward and I wanted to. I wanted to accept Perry at his word and take his money and let him use me while I denied what I knew to be true. I could bury it beneath a mountain of guilt…

“I’ll tell on you,” Perry smiled and his voice was soft.

“No,” I shook my head. “You won’t.”

I turned, reaching for my clothes, and Perry grabbed my wrist. He jerked me into his arms and I didn’t fight him. He held me tight, looking down into my face and licked his lips. He wanted to kiss me. He wanted to tell me. He wanted to keep me forever, I could see it in his eyes. What did he think I would say? Was he frightened of me? I thought he must be and it was all a bluff, a charade and I was forcing his hand now as we stood together naked and aroused, and desperate for something more.

“Don’t go,” he said and I closed my eyes, feeling my cheeks hot and wet and the salt was stinging my eyes.

“Give me a reason,” I whispered.

Perry kissed me and I turned my head away but this time he wasn’t going to let me refuse. He chased my mouth with his and I pushed against him, pressing my hands against his chest and knowing I wouldn’t escape. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to and he was kissing me deeply, as if that alone was answer enough, and I let him do it. I accepted his tongue and pressed my sex against his cock, lifting my left leg and reaching between us to find him with my hand. I was guiding Perry towards my pussy and feeling the swollen head splitting my labia as I angled him upward.

“Priss…” he whispered and I was rubbing his cock across my empty hole, quivering with the urgency to feel him inside me.

“Tell me…” I begged him with my eyes.

“I love you,” he said and I pushed myself down, taking his cockhead into my moist cunt with a sharp gasp of pleasure.

“Perry” I breathed, letting him go so that I could wrap both of my arms around his neck. “Love me. Make love to me now.”

“Yeah,” Perry took my ass in his hands, lifting me off my feet as his cock worked deeper inside me and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He was so strong. Perry held me easily and I kissed him over and over. His mouth and cheeks. I kissed his eyes and neck while he held me impaled on his cock, walking us toward his bedroom slowly. I felt every step of that short journey, his cock stabbing inside me and being pulled rudely back, my hips rocking from side to side while I clung to him like a little girl. He was inside me and my breasts were flattened against his muscular chest, my nipples burning into his skin. Our hearts were beating strong and fast and so close together, they might have been a single muscle rushing desire through our veins. We were joined completely and this was where I belonged, what I’d been waiting and searching for all my life.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

“Hmmm…” Perry was breathing hard into my hair, his flushed body between my spread legs as we lay on his bed.

“Yeah,” I sighed, feeling his cock inside me and we’d just cum together, like it was magic. Perry ejaculating inside me just moments after my own climax. My sex had gripped his manhood lovingly and held him deep, my womb nursing on his sperm, and now we were basking in the fuzzy afterglow of that bliss.

“I was saving up all week for that,” he told me seriously and then Perry smiled and ruined it so that I giggled.

“I could tell,” I rolled my eyes playfully and tightened my grip around his neck and shoulders, pulling the man down for another kiss.

This was good. After I’d made my little speeches and demonstrated my unhappiness with him, we’d made love and I’d been saving up for it too. Nothing I’d said mattered, the words were just for show. What counted was right there between us, inside us, and I couldn’t deny it any longer. I was in love with him and Perry loved me. I’d traveled two hundred miles across the state just to hear him say those three little words.

“Don’t get up yet,” I said, holding him as Perry moved to get off me. “I like this.”

“Yeah, but I need a bathroom,” he said and his cock was still inside me, not completely erect but firm enough to stay put in my cum drenched hole and I liked that feeling a lot. I’d been empty too long and I was savoring the warmth of a man inside me.

“You need to pee?” I asked him and Perry shrugged and I giggled. “Then you don’t need a bathroom.”

“Ohhh…” he smiled at that and I pulled his mouth back to mine because I was never going to get tired of kissing him.

Perry’s tongue filled my mouth and I locked my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles in the small of his back with my knees high and bent. I moaned softly, feeling the man cover me like a warm, sticky blanket of skin and muscle, and then I sighed, pulling him even tighter against me when I felt his bladder letting go inside my pussy.

We kissed tenderly while Perry pissed inside my cunt and it was spilling out of me, wet and hot and soaking into the sheets and the mattress beneath my ass. I worked my pussy muscles against him, squeezing and pulling at the man, moving my hips as if I could fuck him while he used my cunt in that sexy, degrading way that I loved. I don’t know why I liked it, only that I did, and it was making me even hotter for him. I wanted another fuck and Perry was moving with me, working his semi-hard cock in and out of me until it softened too much and fell out. I broke our kiss with a small laugh and Perry gave me an apologetic smile.

“Come up here,” I told him. “I’ll make it hard again.”

Perry crawled up my body with his knees straddling me and his long, wet cock dragged across my skin, over my tummy and between my tits. He brought it to my mouth and I went to work sucking the man gently, washing his piss and cum away, swallowing it while I held his ass in my hands, pulling his stiffening member between my lips and urging him to fuck my mouth. I was his whore, Perry’s piss whore, and this was what I liked more than anything else in the world. Hot, dirty, nasty sex in a piss stained bed with a man who wanted to use me for his pleasure.

“You can’t marry Thomas,” Perry told me, looking down at me and pulling my blonde hair out of my blue eyes while I sucked his cock.

“Nmpph?” I arched my eyebrows and squeezed his wonderfully hard butt with my fingers.

“You need to be with a man who knows what you are,” Perry said. “Someone who knows what you want, Priss.”

“What do I want?” I breathed, rubbing Perry’s cock over my face while I caught my breath.

“You want to be a whore,” he chuckled, and I suppose that was obvious and I smiled at him. I wanted to be his whore, I didn’t have to say, because I knew Perry would never want to share me.

“So…” I wondered, jerking him off slowly with both hands while we stared at each other. “What are you saying?”

“Don’t marry him,” Perry said.

“And then what?” I shook my head. “I just sit by my phone? Waiting for you to call?”

“No. Nothing like that, Priss.” Perry stroked my cheek with his thumb. “Marry me instead.”

“What?” I made a face, thinking he wasn’t serious.

“Marry me, Priss,” Perry proposed. “Please? I’m on my knees and everything.”

His cock was dripping precum onto my lips while I lay there bathing in sweat and urine, stinking of the fuck we’d just shared. I was holding him in my fists, frozen now as I tried to understand what he was saying, and while I believed he loved me, I hadn’t considered Perry as a husband. He didn’t seem like he was ready for that kind of commitment, but then again, I didn’t really know him that well, did I? Most probably it was the fact that I was engaged to Thomas that had blinded me to the possibility. Or maybe I just didn’t want the choice.

“I’m engaged to your best friend,” I said slowly. “I don’t even know you.”

“Stay with me,” Perry suggested. “Move in here and live with me and I’ll ask you again in a month.”

“What? No!” I laughed at him, thinking it was a pretty juvenile idea. It left no room for escape if something went wrong and I’d be burning the only bridge I had if I said yes. It frightened me and I pushed the thought away.

“Priss…” Perry looked surprised, maybe even annoyed at my refusal to entertain his suggestion.

“I’m getting married two weeks from tomorrow, Perry,” I told him, moving my hand along the shaft of his cock once again. “I can’t call it off. I can’t tell Thomas I’m not going to marry him. Not now.”

“You said you love me.”

“Did I?” I teased him softly and I knew I had, while we made love. I’d told him many things and I’d meant them all. “But I promised Thomas that…”

“You don’t love him,” Perry said. “I know you don’t. You wouldn’t be here if you did.”

“I’m here because you’re blackmailing me, remember?” I giggled and this was the sort of conversation I’d wanted earlier, but not now, not then. I was in a mood for fun and fucking and being a whore after a week of playing the virgin for my fiancé. I’d given up all pretense at being serious. I’d surrendered for the moment, didn’t Perry know that?

“You know I wouldn’t…”

“Shhh…” I shushed him, cutting the man off before he said too much. “Yes you would. You’d tell everyone I’m a whore, wouldn’t you? You’d tell Thomas what a lying slut I am. You’d tell his parents, wouldn’t you, Perry? All of his friends.”

“If it’s the only way I can have you?” he asked and I nodded seriously, looking into his eyes. “Yeah, Priss,” Perry cleared his throat. “I’d tell everyone about you.”

“That’s what I thought,” I agreed, happy with that necessary illusion, and then I smiled at his cock, kissing the tip and licking precum from my lips. “Now…Are you going to fuck me again? Or spend your money just talking to me all weekend?”

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

“Seems like old times, doesn’t it?” Perry asked me, holding my hand as we walked through the University District, just a few blocks off campus.

It was the interesting part of town, older and filled with the hip shops, sidewalk cafés and small clubs that catered to carefree youth. I’d enjoyed the place quite a bit before moving away and I remembered spending all of my hard earned money there. I’d picked up a few customers there too, the odd lonely student here and there, but I’d never gone looking for business. If a guy wanted to buy me a drink or get me on the dance floor, by the time it was over I’d been making it plain that he could have much more than that if he wanted to spend the money for it.

No boyfriends. No strings. Just sex for money.

“Someone might recognize me,” I said, kind of teasing, but serious too. I’d only left the place six months before.

“I hope so,” Perry surprised me, squeezing my hand gently and I looked up at him.

“Really?” I giggled. “Do you want me to find a customer?”

“No,” he shook his head at that. “I want you to find a new dress.”

“A dress?”

“Or earrings?” he suggested. “A t-shirt? I want to buy you something.”

“Coffee,” I said. “That’s what I want.”

We sat outside a Starbucks and I picked at a croissant and sipped a café mocha while people walked past. It was Saturday afternoon and I was having a good time. A very good time and I found myself wishing I was still a student there and that nothing I’d done before had happened. What would that have been like, I wondered, if I’d had a single boyfriend like Perry to spoil me instead of a hundred men to fuck me? I’d have been happy.

“Priss?” a man was walking by, a young guy like twenty maybe, and he stopped, looking at me and then smiling.

I looked back at him, biting my lip and I suppose it had to happen because my life was like that.

“Hi, uh…I’m Dennis,” he said. “Denny…”

“Right,” I nodded, smiling like I remembered him. “What’s going on? How’ve you been, Denny?”

Perry was up for the moment, having gone back inside for more sugar, of all things, and that was why Denny was talking to me. I looked so completely alone. So completely available for an hour or two.

“Great,” he nodded, smiling and looking me up and down while I sat there. “I heard, uh…I heard you had to take off.”

“Me?” I rolled my eyes playfully. “Just a little vacation. Don’t believe everything you hear.”

“Oh. Yeah, okay, um…” he looked around for a second. “Are you… busy? Or anything?”

“Right now?” I asked him, licking my lips and pulling my hair back. “What did you have in mind?”

“Like, um…before,” he cleared his throat as he sat down, leaning towards me and lowering his voice. “Is the price the same?”

“A hundred,” I whispered, looking into the young man’s eyes. “For an hour. What did we do before, Denny?”

“Oh, uh…We…I fucked you in the ass,” he said, barely getting the words out. he wasn’t an ugly boy, but not handsome either and I didn’t imagine he had a real girlfriend. Not if he was so happy to see me again.

“Ah!” I laughed lightly and he was actually turning a little pink, which was cute.

“And then, after that you, sucked me,” he nodded and chuckled self- consciously. “It was pretty great.”

“I remember now,” I lied, leaning close and putting my left hand on his thigh, sliding my fingers in and up towards what I knew to be an aching erection in his pants. “You have a great cock, Denny. It felt really good in my ass. Do you want to do it again?”

“Yeah,” he swallowed thickly.

“I can tell,” I breathed into his ear, squeezing the lump in his trousers and feeling the outline of his penis there. “You’re making my pussy wet, Dennis.”

“God, Priss…” he was nodding and ready to go. Ready to cum. And my heart was beating quickly and I was getting wet, but not for him really, just for the memories and how easy this had always been for me.

“Hey,” Perry said, smiling down at us as he stood there and he must have been watching for a few minutes. The sugar hadn’t been that far away.

“Oh!” Dennis jerked away from me, blinking up at the other man and I held his cock under the table, liking the way it felt.

“Hi,” I giggled. “Um, Dennis this is…”

“Her fiancé,” Perry said, putting a frown on his face. “Who are you?”

“Fiancé?” Dennis stared at Perry and then looked at me and I shrugged. “I’m sorry, I thought she was, uh…I didn’t mean…”

The poor man got up quickly and he was six kinds of confused, obviously, and I gave Perry a little frown as he sat down.

“That wasn’t very nice,” I said.

“What did he want?” Perry asked me, ignoring the look on my face.

“My ass,” I laughed and stirred my coffee. “So you’re my fiancé now?”

“Heh,” Perry looked at me and sighed. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I want your ass too.”

“You always get what you want, don’t you?” I breathed ten minutes later, leaning against a dirty brick wall with my skirt pushed up and my panties pulled down around my spread knees.

“Always,” Perry agreed and he pulled his cock out of my pussy and it was just wet enough now to fuck my asshole with.

“Ah ummm God!” I gasped, wincing as I felt his prick forcing my anus open.

“Relax, Priss…Let me…uh!…in, baby!” Perry groaned, bending his knees and then driving himself upward as he held me by the hips.

“Ow! Ugh! Yesssss…” I let out the breath I was holding, panting heavily as the man stroked his prick into my burning asshole deeper.

“You beautiful whore,” Perry whispered, pausing for a second and then stabbing his cock inside me again.

“Fuck me,” I nodded. “Fuck my ass…God! That hurts!”

“I know,” he agreed. “Shhhh…you’re gonna get us caught.”

“Heh!” I giggled at that, biting back the guttural moan rising from my belly. It was getting better, the sharp pain of his penetration giving way to the pleasure of being sodomized in a downtown alley.

“Love fucking your ass,” Perry whispered, sliding his cock in and out of me easily now, feeling my rectum tight around him as I began to move my body in time with his. I was rushing with lust and desire and a confusion of guilty pleasure.

“Love fucking your cock,” I panted, bracing myself against the rough bricks and it was all good for me.

Perry and his big dick in my ass and I loved the idea that anyone passing by the mouth of the alley could see us. That was turning me on completely and I kept my head down, not wanting to know if someone was watching, but desperately wishing for it. Believing it, because that was going to make me cum while Perry drove his cock into my asshole over and over.

I had to touch myself and I did, rubbing my cunt furiously until I was cumming over my fingers and down my thighs, and the trembling inside me, the contractions of my orgasm must have felt good for Perry. He came a half minute later, filling my bowels with his warm, greasy semen. He held himself inside me while we kissed, my head turned and his tongue in my mouth. I was dizzy and drunk and sore, but oh so happy in that obscene moment.

“I’m squishy,” I giggled, walking gingerly out of the alley and feeling Perry in my asshole, seeping into my panties.

“Good,” Perry agreed. “I’m taking you dancing later.”

“Heh!” I laughed at that and I knew he was serious. “This is gonna be a fun date, I can tell already.”

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Epilogue

“Are you happy?” Perry wondered, watching me dress for the last time and our weekend was very nearly finished. He was naked on the bed, on the mattress that had spent much of my visit outside, airing out on Perry’s small patio.

“Yeah,” I smiled at him, looking up through my blonde hair as my head was tilted down.

I was buttoning my blouse over my unrestrained breasts and giving the man a little show. Beneath that I wore only a pair of thin white panties, hugging the swell of my well-used sex and defining my constant arousal. I’d just finished my bath and I would have loved to ride Perry’s cock one more time, but it was getting late and I had a long drive ahead of me.

“I mean happy to go back,” he said and I sucked my lips.

“I don’t know,” I sighed, looking up at him. “No. I want to stay.”

“Stay with me,” he said.

“I can’t,” I shook my head. “Thomas is waiting for me and he doesn’t deserve…”

“You’re going to cheat on him,” Perry told me. “You are cheating on him. Does he deserve that?”

“Heh!” I made a face and reached for my jeans. “Now you’re finding a conscience? It’s a little late for that, I think.”

“I just love you,” he said. “That’s all.”

“I know,” I said softly. “You should have found me first, Perry.”

“I did,” he sighed. “And you don’t even remember it.”

“I’m a whore, remember?” I giggled. “I have a lot of customers.”

“Stay with me,” Perry said and I was holding my jeans in front of me, stepping into them.

“No,” I shook my head.

“Stay or else,” he said and I was bouncing on my toes, pulling the soft denim over my ass and hips.

“Or else…what?” I hiccupped and then grinned at him.

“I’ll call him,” he told me. “I’ll call the minute you walk out of here.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” I wondered, biting my bottom lip and buttoning my pants.

“Because you don’t know how much I love you,” Perry said and I blinked at him.

“You think I’d come back to you after that?” I asked him seriously.

“Where else would you go, Priss?” Perry held out a hand. “You’re running out of cities.”

“You’re an asshole,” I told him. “You know that?”

“Are you going to stay?” he asked and then sighed when I shook my head. “Have it your way, Priss.”

Perry was reaching for the phone near his bed and I crossed the bedroom quickly, taking it from his hand. I didn’t say anything and the man just watched me as I dialed a number from memory. I listened to it for a second and then I gave the phone to him.

“It’s ringing,” I told Perry and he licked his lips, holding the phone uncertainly for second and then replacing it back in its cradle.

“What are you doing?” he asked me as I removed my engagement ring.

“Staying with you,” I said.

“Why?”

“Because now I know how much you love me,” I sighed, looking at a ring that had never really been mine and knowing Thomas would never understand.