Alison's Story

Chapter 2.

I woke up the following morning with a massive hang-over. Good job it was Saturday, no work. It was also the first day of a two week school holiday. I remembered this as I climbed out of bed and put on my dressing gown. The thought pleased me, two weeks to myself, bliss !

I made my way to the kitchen and put the kettle on. I couldn't hear any sounds from upstairs. Alan and Sally must be having a lie in I thought. It was then that I began to remember the events of the previous night. I felt sick. I ran to the toilet and threw up, retching violently. After a few minutes, I composed myself, and made my way to my living room. There was the evidence of last night's events. My bra and T-shirt thrown on a chair, my socks and trainers in a heap on the floor, my jeans discarded also, and finally, my knickers, still on the floor where I had kicked them off.

I picked the items up. When I picked up my knickers, I could feel they were still wet from last night. They reeked of my sex. I ran to the bathroom, stuffed my clothes in the washing basket, and threw up again.

I sat in silence in my kitchen, trying to remember every detail. Finally, I thought I had remembered it all. I ran a hot shower, and began to wash every inch of me as though it were contaminated with something horrible. No matter how much I washed, I still felt dirty. And I had another problem: how was I going to face Sally, my friend and flat mate. How was I going to face Alan, who I hated even more now?

I was half way through some stupid idea about running away to Australia, when I saw the short note on the dining table. It was in Sally's handwriting, and said simply "Gone down to Cornwall for a few days, back Tuesday, hope the hangover isn't too bad ! Love, Sal"

I heaved a sigh of relief. I wouldn't see either of them for a few days. This at least gave me time to get my head straight.

Over the next few hours I kept going over the events of Friday night. I wondered if Alan had put something in my drink to make me behave that way, but in my heart I knew he hadn't. He had just pressed the right buttons at the right time. Lying in bed that night, picturing myself standing in front of him, begging to let me show him my pussy, begging him not to leave, to give me one more chance etc., I knew that I had given in to some kind of long suppressed need. Half asleep, my hand drifted down between my legs, I woke up with a start. My pussy was soaking! I slipped a finger between my folds, ran it up to my clit, and gasped as wave after wave of pleasure shot through my body. It took less than a minute to reach a shattering orgasm. I fell into a blissful sleep.

I awoke in the middle of the night breathless, heart pounding. I had been dreaming of Alan, of surrendering to him completely. My pussy was on fire again, I had to have some relief. For the second time that night I stroked my clit to a mind blowing climax !

The next couple of days were much the same. I couldn't get Alan out of my mind. When I was in the shower, I imagined him watching me, with that patronising smile on his face as he told me which parts of my body to wash. I climaxed again. I deliberately walked naked from the shower to my bedroom, and imagined him standing there watching me again. I was on fire for a man I literally didn't like! I felt like I was losing my mind, but it was a delicious kind of insanity ! I had more orgasms that weekend than I'd had in the last six months.

Monday night came. They would be back tomorrow. I still had no idea how I was going to face them, face him! I made up my mind that I was going to pretend that it had never happened. If I didn't mention it, perhaps he wouldn't either. And if he did, I was going to be firm. It was a one off, brought on by drink and missing John. There was to be no repeat. Ever!

They arrived back around lunch time. Sally popped her head around the kitchen door to say hello. She looked good, in fact she looked as if she'd been given a bloody good seeing to ! My thoughts immediately went to Alan's cock, and his beautiful heavy balls. I felt a tingle in my pussy, and desperately tried to think about anything else ! I heard Alan's voice from up the stairs calling "Hi Alison". I called back "Hi Alan", trying to sound as normal as possible.

Sally said they were going out for a meal that evening, and invited me to come with them. I cried off, saying I'd made other arrangements, and she left with a smile. A short time later, Sally was back, saying she was going out to get some food things, and did I need anything. Again I said no, and I heard the door close behind her. I was alone in the flat with Alan ! I sat and waited, expecting him to come to me, but he didn't. I had prepared my speech, and wanted to deliver it, but my audience didn't show! Sally returned, went upstairs, and I heard music coming from their rooms.

I made a point of being in bed when they came back. I didn't want to see him. Their bedroom is directly above mine, and a short time after they returned from their meal I heard them moving around in their room. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what they were doing. Sally and I often joked about the noise she made at critical moments during their love-making, but tonight she seemed to be having an especially good time! I lay there, confused, envious and randy as hell. When Sally reached her climax, I had mine too.

Wednesday morning, I got up, went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea. I was lost in my own thoughts when there was a knock at the kitchen door. It was Alan.

"Hi Alison. Have a good weekend?" he said, the familiar smile in evidence.

"Fine thanks, where's Sally?"

"At work, silly! Only us lucky teachers get two weeks off, the rest of the world is back at work!"

I made up my mind to say my speech. "Look, Alan, about Friday night…"

"Yeah, you really got into it real quick didn't you?!" he said, cutting me off, the smile getting broader.

"Look, Alan…"

"Let me guess, it was a one off, you were drunk, you missed John, it's never going to happen again, right?"

The bastard, he was making this as difficult as he possible could. OK, so be it. "That's right" I said, "A one off, best forgotten. Lets pretend it never happened, ok?"

"Except, we both know that you enjoyed the experience, don't we?"

"Look, like I said, I was drunk, I miss John, you wound me up. Lets just forget it, right?"

He smiled, that infuriating smile of his, sat himself down at the table like he owned the place, and then said "It took me less than an hour to turn you from a hard-line, ball-busting feminist who thinks giving a man a blow-job is demeaning, to a subservient little bitch who was begging me to allow her to take her knickers off and show me her pussy. You even begged me not to leave, pleaded with me to let you give me a blow-job, and made so much noise when I screwed you that I thought you'd wake the street, let alone Sally. Are you seriously trying to tell me that you didn't enjoy it? Come off it, you loved every minute of it"

"Like I said, I was drunk…"

"Tell me that you didn't enjoy it. Tell me that you hated begging me, that you never want to do anything like that again. Go on, say it"

I couldn't. The truth was that once I had gotten over the shock of having done those things, I had been enjoying every moment of re-living that night. I had wanked myself stupid over the weekend, and been deeply jealous of Sally the previous night.

He saw my hesitation. "You can't do it can you? Face facts, love, you really got off on that stuff didn't you?"

"Yes" I mumbled.

"Didn't hear you"

"Yes! I enjoyed it, ok. satisfied now? But that doesn't mean it will ever happen again, because it won't, right?"

"I think you want it to happen again. I think you enjoyed it so much you'd be prepared to beg all over again. What do you say, tight-arse, am I wrong or what?"

I tried to deny it, but the words wouldn't come. He had called my bluff, and it was just that, a bluff. I had never enjoyed sex as much as I had on that Friday night, and I couldn't bear the thought of never having that high again.

I tried to negotiate. "Supposing I did want it again, what then? There would have to be ground rules, it would have to be on my terms. No-one else would be able to know, right?"

"You mean, you'd only do as you're told when it suits you? The rest of the time you'd be back to being a tight-arsed feminist? No deal. You want this more than me. You'll do it my way, or not at all. Take it or leave it!"

I was cornered. I tried to reason with him. "But please, Alan, I couldn't bear the thought of you all laughing about me the way you laugh about Lin. What if John found out? It would destroy him. Please, can't we just keep it to ourselves?"

"No deal. Besides, the lads already know, I phoned Neil on Saturday when Sally was in the bath. They'll all know by now. I'll get ten out of ten for bagging the tight-arse! As for John, who cares? No-one likes him anyway, he's too much of a smart arse. You make a good couple, the smart arse and the tight-arse !" He laughed at his own joke.

I was mortified. They all knew. All of John's mates, Neil, Andy, Richard, Paul, Keith ! All having a laugh at John's expense. And mine.

I hung my head in shame. I had lost all my dignity, everything I had held dear. I was no longer an equal in their group, I was the "Tight-arse" Alan had bagged.

"So now we've sorted out the 'ground rules', Alison. There are none. You'll do as you're told, when you're told, and without hesitation or question, right? Any stalling on your part and I'll spank your tight little arse, is that clear?"

"Yes", I mumbled again. I was broken now. I had no more resistance left in me. I was his, to do what he wanted with. I felt my pussy getting wet again, as a thrill of fear ran through me.

"I didn't hear you, speak up, bitch"

"Yes" I repeated.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I'll do what you say".

"Right, that's settled then" he said, as if we were discussing something of no importance at all, rather than my complete surrender to him. "Now then, why don't you lose that dressing gown, and let me see what I'm getting. No excuses about being drunk this time my little tight-arse! It's 9 in the morning, and we're both stone cold sober. So lets cut the crap, and let me have a look at the goods!"

I started to undo the belt of the dressing gown, my hands shaking, head bowed. "Stand up and do it, I want to have a proper look, tight-arse !"

"Please stop calling me that, I don't like it" I said.

"I'll call you anything I like, bitch, now get that gown off !"

I stood up, and in the middle of the kitchen, I began to nervously untie the belt. I did so slowly, knowing that once I took this step, there was no going back.

"Get a move on" he barked. This made me even more nervous, and I fumbled with the knot. Eventually, it was open. I took a deep breath and in one swift movement, I opened the gown and let it slip off my shoulders to the floor. I stood there in just a pair of knickers for his inspection. Instinctively, I folded my arms across my breasts.

"Get your arms down" he ordered.

I lowered my arms to my sides, and stood head bowed. He stood and walked towards me. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, he reached out and fondled my left breast, making the nipple harden. "Not bad at all, Alison. You've got quite a nice pair here, I can see I'm going to have fun with these !" He reached out and stroked the other breast, taking his time, as if he had all the time in the world. "Chin up" he commanded. I raised my head. He then walked around me, looking at me as though I was some prize piece of meat. I could feel his gaze running up my legs, to my bottom and back down again.

He pulled the waist band of my knickers, and let it snap back against my skin, saying "I think its time to lose these, don't you?". I nodded dumbly, and once again I found myself hooking my thumbs into the waist band of my knickers while standing in front of this arrogant, patronising man. This time, I didn't feel eager to lose them at all. I felt small and insignificant, and I felt that he was laughing at me all the time behind his unmoving smile.

I pushed my knickers down over my hips, and let them fall to the floor. This time I didn't kick them away, but left them where they had fallen. He continued to walk slowly around me, appraising my naked body. I jumped as I felt his hand cup first one, then the other of my buttocks. Then I felt his hand slide between the cheeks just touching the lips of my pussy. I gasped half in shock, half in pleasure. His fingers were long, and slim and cool on my burning skin.

He smacked my bare behind, which made me squeal in protest, "Better not put on any more pounds here darlin', or I'll have to give you an exercise regime!" I could have screamed. I know I have very few extra pounds on my body, and I was insulted by his words. He then walked round to face me. His eyes fell to my pubic hair. I had remembered his words from Friday night, I thought I knew what was coming, some remark about 'fucking bushes'. Instead, he reached out, slipped a finger between my legs and began to run it along my already wet slit. He slipped his finger between my pussy lips and ran it along the entire length of my pussy. He reached my clit, and began gentle back and forward movements, causing it to harden and poke out from under it's hood. I groaned and began to rock my pelvis in time with his finger. I was in ecstacy! I could feel my climax beginning and I closed my eyes and put my head back. Suddenly, Alan took hold of as much of my pubic hair as he could between thumb and forefinger and pulled, hard !

My pelvis jerked forward instinctively, and I cried out. I opened my eyes to see his angry face close to mine. "Get rid of this fucking horrible bush, right?" he barked at me, "Do it today. Shave it clean and keep it that way. I don't even want to see any stubble ok? If I catch you with a sandpaper twat I'll smack your fat arse so hard you won't sit for a month. Got it?" Through tears of shame and humiliation, I nodded my understanding.

"Right, now that we understand each other, you can get down on your knees and suck me off. Make it good or you fat arse will pay for it"

He dropped his trousers, sat down in a chair and leant back, waiting. I dropped to my knees between his thighs and took his cock into my mouth. As I had done before, I stroked and tickled his balls whilst moving his shaft up and down and swirling my tongue around his glans. He obviously hadn't showered because I could smell and taste Sally on his cock and balls from last night. For some reason, I found this wildly exciting. I tried my best to please him, even pushing my hand underneath him so that I could tickle his arse hole. After a few minutes he groaned, grabbed hold of my head by the hair and sprayed hot salty jism into my mouth. I swallowed as rapidly as I could, not wanting to spill any, but after a few spurts, he pulled my head back so that his cock came out of my mouth. Stream after stream of hot jism spurted across my face and ran down onto my breats.

Eventually, he subsided. "Not bad for a first attempt Alison, but I'm sure you can do better if you really try." I stood up. "Where are you going?" He demanded. "I'm going to clean my face" I said. "No, I want you to rub it in, rub it all in" he said. A thrill of humiliation shot through me like a lightning bolt, as I began to rub his jism into my face, down my neck and onto my breasts. "Make sure you rub it into your nipples" he commanded, and I did so. On my knees in front of him, I massaged his seed into my breasts and nipples, which were now so hard they were painful. "That's better", he said, "Fucking hell Alison, you look a right sight, look at yourself". I went to a mirror in the hall and almost cried. Stark naked, clitoris clearly visible poking out from my labia, my face and chest shining wet from his jiz. I looked a complete slut. Alan emerged from the kitchen, zipping up his trousers. "Right, get yourself sorted out, and get that bush shaved, or else." He slapped my behind again before going upstairs to his own flat, leaving me frustrated, standing naked in the hall way.

I went to my bedroom where once again I stroked my clit until I came, this time to an orgasm which left me sobbing for what seemed like hours afterwards. I hadn't heard Alan go out, but when I emerged, he was nowhere to be found. I was left alone to contemplate how my plan to finish this once and for all had gone so badly wrong.