This could be a confessional as much as it is a piece of erotic literature. I can’t justify any of the actions that take place in this story. I won’t even try. But what I will do is give the backstory for context.
When I was in my mid 20’s I was flying high in my corporate job. I worked for a big global company who were the leaders in our market. It was an industry of dinosaurs and my advantage was being young and tech savvy in an ever changing world. I could teach the cast of Jurassic Park all the new tricks. Our closest (and fierce) competitor was a local company called the Morton Group, who started as a small family business several generations ago, and grew to become a huge player in the region.
In your mid 20’s you can party hard on a “school night” and still get up for work the next day. Which is why on Sunday nights, my mates and I would hit a club well known for their Sunday night parties. This is where I met Karly. A year younger than me, barbie doll features; gorgeous, blonde hair, blue eyes, banging figure. Karly was like a posh girl gone wild. I took her home and we had a night of crazy sex. I woke up with scratches, bites and bruises, left her the spare keys to lock the door for when she was leaving and that was that.
Or so I thought. Karly was still there when I got back. We got drunk again, had another crazy night of sex and repeat. Off to work I went again.
On Tuesday she went home and came back again. We were in such a whirlwind of sex and drunkenness that it got to midweek when we realised we knew absolutely nothing about each other. No phone numbers exchanged, no social media, not even her second name.
“Karly Morton” she said.
I laughed. “I know all about the name Morton” I joked. There was obviously no connection, but I had to explain my own internal joke to her about how the Morton Group was a thorn in my side in my professional life.
“Yeah that’s my dads company” she tells me. I almost choked on my food.
Fast forward several months, Karly and I are all loved up, I had practically moved into her family home with her, her mum, dad and two sisters, and was now working with her dads company in a high up position. All the women in the family looked the same. The blonde hair/blue eyes combo. Almost Nordic-like.
The Morton family had their fingers in a lot of pies, and their beaks in places fingers don’t go. Chances are if you used a business or service in their town, it was linked to them one way or another. Karly’s dad Jim took me under his wing like the son he never had. Her mum Kelly treated me like the golden boy, but more on that in a wee minute. Kirsty, the older sister in her late 20’s ran her own salon, of course bankrolled by the Morton group. Kirsty was the heir to the throne so to speak.
Karlys younger sister Kaitlyn was only 4 and her parents all but said out loud that she was a mistake. Kelly was 45 by this point and Jim was in his 50’s. I felt bad for Kaitlyn. She was the sweetest child with the purest heart but she didn’t get the attention she deserved with her family’s busy, high pressure lifestyle. As child number 3, her upbringing seemed to be a formality for them. I treated Kaitlyn like my own sister.
That brings me back to Karly. Karly had been suffering mental health issues since she was in high school. Before she met me, she had been on a concoction of pills and medication to treat depression and schizophrenia. When we were together, she seemed to find new happiness and came off all those pills. This is why her mum held me in such high regard. She thought I was great for her daughter.
With Karly’s newfound stability, her parents weaned her off her “stay at home daughter” allowance and eased her back into work, in one of their companies. Now I know what you are all thinking, a girl in her 20’s on an “allowance.” Ridiculous eh? Her “allowance” was more than the average 20 somethings salary. The Morton family were in a position to be able to put their daughter’s health before finances for many years. They lived in a mansion behind massive gates. Their self-designed palace was the type of dream house you’d imagine up if money was no object. There were self-contained apartment style sections for each daughter. They were the type of people that hid the Mercs and BMW’s in the garage, so it didn’t cheapen the Bentley on the drive.
Karly’s parents thought the best thing for her was to get out into the real world and become self-sufficient to some degree. However, the real world of work and hard graft was just not for Karly. Over the course of several months, work took its toll on Karly and she slumped back into depression and back on all her pills. Her sex drive plummeted to zero and she became reclusive. I stuck by her in every way I could. The lack of sex was hard, but I never strayed. I was wanking myself silly in the shower every morning just to take the edge off and keep my primal urges at bay.
Over one particular 6-month period we had sex once. All of the stars aligned, and we were both in the mood. I was worked up and just about to penetrate, then she disappeared for 5 minutes and left me hanging. She had gone to shave!!! At the stage we were at I wouldn’t have cared if she had a bush like the Australian hinterland. I needed sex. I needed that connection with her as a couple, and the satisfaction of that physical need as a person, but the 5 minutes she was gone was a total mood killer. Her pussy and surrounding area was cold from the shaving and water. It was a weird sensation. When I slid myself inside Karly I came almost instantly. The contrasting sensation of her cold pussy lips, her warm insides, and the fact my dick had not felt wet pussy in months, I shot my load before I was able to do anything meaningful. We were both disappointed.
I was not the only one in the desert. Having been given more and more responsibility within The Morton Group, I became Jim’s fixer, confidant and right-hand man. I knew from our conversations he had no interest in fucking his wife anymore. I also knew he liked to chase a bit of skirt and was even partial to an escort or two on business trips. Rightly, or wrongly, I turned a blind eye to Jim’s extracurricular activities.
On Friday nights it became a thing where Jim, Kirsty’s boyfriend Kev (another K) and I would all head into the City for some drinks while leaving the women to have a girls night. With Karly’s mental health issues, she was never that motivated to go out, and when she did go out she would get drunk, act up and turn their whole night into a fiasco. With that in mind, girls night more often than not, was a night in with wine and movies.
We got back home one night about 1am. Karly was already in her bed, Jim charged straight to his bed without even saying hello to his wife, while Kirsty and Kev retreated to their “quarters” presumably for some hot sex. Realising that my fate would not be the same, it made me feel a little lonely. My relationship had fizzled down to a bed sharing arrangement and a goodnight kiss with Karly. I was in a good mood though. The boys and I had a good night shooting pool and having a laugh.
I decided to stay up and polish off a bottle of wine with Karly’s mum, Kelly. Kelly was sitting in pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt that was a little tight, showing the shape of her tits and a line of toned skin above the waistband of her bottoms. The more drunk Kelly got, the closer she sat to me. To be honest, I didn’t think much of it, we had a close relationship anyway. Then she poured her heart out to me. Her relationship was clearly in the doldrums. She felt frozen out and sexually neglected. We shared a hug that was a bit too intimate and broke it off with the excuse of Kelly going to refill our wine glasses.
She pretended to be a little more drunk than she was and stumbled right onto my lap. She was as subtle as a brick to the face. Straddling me, she ran her hands over my face and through my hair while looking lustfully at me. The hug, the male company and the touch of a man gave her a taste of something she was missing, and she tried to grab it with both hands. I should have stopped it, but I didn’t. I liked it. She had the female touch that I had been missing. She planted a sloppy kiss on my lips. I was so frozen I didn’t reciprocate, but I didn’t stop her either. She continued to kiss my face and my neck. I put my hands on her waist and she let out a hushed “uhhhh” as she kissed and straddled me.
She unbuckled my jeans and pulled my dick out, stroking and rubbing it as if it was something completely alien to her. Something she had been starved of and was finally getting her hands on. Again, I could have stopped her but having the sensation of someone else’s touch on my dick was like a shot to the brain as blood rushed from my brain to my cock, leaving a tingling sensation through my entire body. The intimate female touch as her soft feminine hand stroked me. I was in a state of bliss. I pushed her pyjama bottoms down to expose her. I knew we shouldn’t and couldn’t fuck but I had to feel her pussy and her wetness on me. Even if it was only to grind against my shaft.
That’s when she put her lips to my ear and whispered, “please, put it in me. I’m begging you please let me feel it inside me.”
With my hands gripping onto her arse, spreading her apart, I guided her on top of my throbbing dick. As soon as the head of my cock was through the threshold she sank herself down my shaft, all the way to my balls completely burying me inside her. Her left arm was wrapped around the back of my neck gripping on my back, her right hand being used to hold onto my head and run her hand through my hair. Her head was pressed against the side of my head with her lips right at my ear, which avoided us looking directly at each other. “Uhhhhhhh fuckkkkk” she moaned loudly. Too loudly. But animal instincts were taking over. She was slowly grinding her hips as she moaned into my ear, while my hands explored her body.
“Fuck me like you used to. Oh fuckkk.”
She caught me off guard with that. She was obviously playing out a fantasy in her head. We had never shared as much as a flirtatious glance before, never mind fucked. Maybe it made her feel less guilty in her head by pretending she was fucking her husband?
She sounded more frustrated. More needy.
“Come onnnnn. Fuck me. Just fucking pound me” she groaned as she clawed me and pulled at my hair. She was pleading and demanding at the same time. She was being too loud.
I lifted her off of me and put her face down on the couch shoving her face into a cushion to muffle her shouting and moaning. It was another crossroads. Another point where I could have stopped, but I didn’t. This hot, toned, sexual womans body exposed in front of me, begging to be fucked. Animal instincts had taken over any sense of reason. Kelly arched her back, and looked back at me, eyes begging, in signal that she was giving herself to me.
I pushed myself inside her, grabbed her body and pounded hard. Months of sexual frustration escaping my body with every rough thrust into her pussy and every hard spank on her arse. I pumped so hard and fast I knew my dick would be raw in the morning. As Kelly’s fists clenched on the couch, her pussy clenched onto my cock. She moaned loudly, almost screaming into the cushion and pushed herself back into me. My whole length was balls deep as I exploded into her pussy. Every hormone in my body, every chemical in my brain seemed to rush through my dick and release into her with my cum. I felt 10 pounds lighter. A sloppy mixture of her juices and my cum oozed from her pussy. She collapsed in a heap on the couch.
The fog of the cum brain had suddenly left. I could see clearly now and realised what had just happened. I thought that somebody would have surely heard us. What a fuck up this could be. I went upstairs. No sign of life anywhere. An event to never be repeated or spoken about again. Until now.