Slut: The Seeding & Breeding of Dawn. 2
Chapter 2:
I don’t know if you would call it female intuition or simply the fact that Phil and I had been together with hardly a day apart, since we were 15, but I knew something was bothering him. He hardly touched his meal and it was only when the c***dren were out that I plucked up enough courage to confront him.
Phil stammered about how Neil had only that morning took him into the Office (my heart skipped a beat. I thought the R word was about to be uttered REDUNDANCY) However to my relief Phil had been offered promotion, citing increased salary and associated perks and benefits without any hesitation I threw my arms around him and hugged as hard as I could (I was now pleased that I hadn’t made an issue of Neil crudely pushing that hard disgusting lump against me)
“I knew Neil liked you” I kept telling Phil.” You’ve worked hard all these years and at last you’re being rewarded”.
Phil mumbled something virtually audible about 10 days, but I was just so pleased and excited for him, excited for us both, that I didn’t even ask him to repeat his mumblings.
I knew that money wasn’t the only thing in life, but over the years the mortgage had increased, the ‘k**’s’ being typical teenagers, always seemed to want more and more, placing even more strain on the family purse strings to the point that Phil had become totally preoccupied with work, that the inevitable stress fractures appeared in our relationship, to the point that I couldn’t even recall when we last made love let alone had sex. But now I was confident all that would change!
That night I was like a k** at Christmas! I must have telephoned everyone I knew; such was my eagerness to share our good fortune. To celebrate our good fortune, not one, but two full bottles of my favourite Rose were not sipped but gulped until I was absolutely squiffy
It wasn’t until next morning that I awoke with a more than a slight hangover that I realised Phil had already left for the office, no doubt dropping the ‘k**’s’ off at college and school etc.
Staying in bed with a strong coffee, I knew that I had the luxury to lie there and reflect on our change of fortune and started making plans for the future. First a holiday had to be planned, then our love life, followed by a change of car, not forgetting our love life, settlement of our credit card balance for my breast augmentation. I knew at the time we couldn’t afford such a procedure but such was my efforts to attract the attention of Phil, instead I seemed to draw the attention of other men. Phil didn’t seem interested, in fact he had hardly touched my boobs but I was now so confident that everything would change, that I suddenly realised that I was sexually aroused. Touching my moist pussy sent a sudden ‘tingle’ through my body, running my index finger along my pussy; I slowly began to gently separate my labia. Mmmmmmmmmm my clitty was sending all the naughty signals to my brain, to such a point I wasn’t content with one, let alone two fingers, I simply forced three fingers into my excited pussy. Each and every push of my hand made my fingers slide in even deeper. I drew my legs up until my knees created a tent like rise in the cotton bed sheet. My hand was now still, it was my hips now pushing, forcing my pussy onto my fingers. Closing my eyes, my thoughts soon dismissed the role of my fingers, instead I visualised Phil between my thighs pounding my pussy Mmmmmmmmmm my left hand cupped my boob, my finger and thumb rolled and squeezed my nipple, it was, in my mind’s eye, Phil biting and chewing on my nipples. I visualised his teeth biting into my nipple then tugging on my piercing until my erect nipple was painfully stretched.
In my attempt to recreate this experience I twisted the nipple ring. I knew full well Phil would never ever do such a thing, as his approach was always measured and gentle, but today it was different, he was strong masculine and in control, at one point I almost heard him using verbal obscenities.
I was so aroused that my dirty thoughts raced from Phil, then flash back memories of a brief ‘friendship’ with a much older man when I was in my mid-teens. We would spend time together in his flat; he would purchase items of under wear. I would parade myself in the lingerie for his pleasure, perhaps not fully understanding what I was doing, yet even at that early age sensing something; sensing it was me in control. I quickly erased that distant thought; Phil wasn’t aware of that episode of my life and never would be. My hips rotated against my hand, seemingly more determined to push more and more of my fingers deeper into my pussy. The three had become four and my hand ached, yet I continued. I wanted to feel Phil, his ‘thing’ was huge – massive brutal and ugly. The size that I could only dream about, the size that I doubted even existed. In my fantasy it became obscenely LARGE. Phil had now been replaced by a Black Guy, the type that would throw you around the bedroom. Thoughts, filthy thoughts, competed with one another as my orgasm drew close. That lump that Phil’s Boss couldn’t seemingly control sprang into my mind, when suddenly!
The door, the bloody doorbell chimed repeatedly……….DAMN DAMN DAMN! Jumping up I glanced from the bedroom window and recognised instantly Phil’s Father’s car parked on the drive. The doorbell chime continued. DAMN! I was so close to an orgasm that I felt cheated! Pulling on my red lace panties, that I had lazily discarded the previous night, I quickly threw on a short white nightie affair and made my way downstairs to open the door.
Phil’s Father Brian entered the house and followed me into the kitchen. My heightened state of sexual arousal and the sudden disturbance had pushed the notion of modesty totally out of my thoughts.
Turning my back on him to fill the kettle with water the reality suddenly hit me on how little ‘appropriate’ clothing I actually was wearing. The hem of my nightie was short, barely covering my bum, clad in its see through red lace. I could feel his stare yet I continued to make the coffee as if this was just another normal day; I turned toward him as he gazed at my pendulent breasts encased in the short see through nightie.
Sitting opposite across the dining table afforded Brian a view of my cleavage and all of the curvy contours of my body. The thin nylon wrap around belt that held my nightie together had clearly worked loose during my effort to rush downstairs and answer the door, in essence more boob was on display than what the wrap over nightie contained.
I suddenly realised just how much I was enjoying the whole situation. Brian struggled to maintain eye contact, his gaze constantly falling on the vast expanse of cleavage.
I lit a cigarette knowing full well from past experience what the consequence would be. As I inhaled on my cigarette, my chest rose higher, pushing my bare breasts forward. Brian’s gaze followed even the smallest of movement. Each time I inhaled, his focus was on my mouth, on my lips. Perhaps blatant, too blatant, but I even ran the tip of my tongue slowly over my top lip. I didn’t need telling, but I knew that in Brian’s mind it wasn’t a cigarette that I was smoking. Like some cheap tart I was deliberately being sexually suggestive with my Father in Law to the point that I casually stated.
”I don’t usually smoke this early in the day, I much prefer a cigarette after sex” adding “Which isn’t that often these days”
My teasing and the obvious slur on his Son’s lack of performance wasn’t lost on Brian.
I could cut the sexual tension with a knife. Brian rose from his seat as I exhaled a fine plume of cigarette smoke into the air. Crushing the cigarette out in the glass ashtray, I stood to face him, my bare breasts with my pierced nipple on full view. His erection was evident and from what I could see, Brian was certainly packing, that was clearly evident.
As Brian took one step forward, I smiled seductively as the tingling sensation in my aroused pussy increased dramatically. The telephone rang, punching a hole in the sexual tension.
“Dawn I need to go!” He stammered and left.
Picking up the phone quite angrily, my ardour was pulsating through my veins. At first there was no voice, none at all then I heard Phil.
”Are you ok, what are you doing?”
Now it was my turn to remain silent, panic panic panic. I even scanned the room the feeling was as if he had walked in on Brian and I, hell what if he had rang ten minutes later, then what? Here I was scantily dressed only moments before giving his own 64 year old Father, my own Father-in-Law perhaps the BIGGEST GREEN LIGHT of his life, such was my paranoia, I even opened the French doors to allow evidence of my smoking to escape.
Phil checked.
”Are you there Dawn?”
I know that I quickly reassured him and lied about what a hectic morning I had experienced, first car wouldn’t start, shops heaving etc. My lies appeared to appease any remaining doubts.
Phil stammered about not telling me everything. Like a shotgun effect I was hit with, only 9 days now, flight at 8:00 am, no entitlement to overseas leave for several months, No visit from family!
I calmly put the telephone receiver down, lit another cigarette and sobbed.
The remaining 9 days passed, we hardly spoke, despite my threats not to wave him off; I drove Phil to the airport with his parents Brian and Janet. To say that the car journey was strained was an understatement. I sensed Brian was looking at me in a way I had not experienced before that eventful morning. Janet sensed the tension but dismissed it as my anxiety which was true. Throughout the journey I worried about the numerous small domestic tasks that still required attention, petty worries and concerns etc.
When Phil approached the Departure Lounge he threw his arms around me and told me how much he loved me. I told him the same.
I was naturally tearful as Brian placed a supportive arm around my waist, as we all waved goodbye to Phil. I felt Brian’s hand wander and knead my bum, only stopping to trace his fingers along my suspender strap. Other than experiencing a deep sense of guilt, I said nothing nor did nothing to deter his hand.