Continued from ‘Fun without Colin Part 3’

Feeling bereft after walking away from Rashan, the last thing I wanted to do was meet Sean. I’d messaged him whilst I was looking for my jacket to say I was coming down, so I hoped it was too early and he was sleeping. Unfortunately, as the lift door opened on the ground floor, there he was waiting, in just his boxer shorts. He gestured for me to come inside, so I did and as I walked past him, he shoved his hand up my skirt and grabbed my ass. Once in his hallway, I put my clothes bag down and stood still for him to decide what happens. He closed the door and took my hand. ‘Today is the day that I finally get to fuck you, bitch’. I gulped and cringed at the thought of it, but it was Will’s wish that I saw this through and he wanted video evidence, so there was no backing out

I let Sean guide me to his bedroom, which was almost as untidy as his sitting room was when I saw that previously. As Will wanted the session recorded, I placed my phone against an old empty Amazon box, so that it would cover was much of the room as possible, and pressed record. Sean then came over to me removing my jacket and throwing it on the floor. He pulled me towards him and I could smell the stale smoke and sweat on him. He forced his tongue in my mouth and grabbed my ass checks through the skirt. His mouth tasted vile, but I had to carry on with this for Will’s sake. I started to loosen up and just go with the situation, so that it would be over sooner. I returned the kissing and put my hand between us both to rub his cock through his boxers. He was very excitable, becoming hard quickly and started groaning. He put his hands my shoulders to push me to my knees and then pulled his boxers down. I’d previously given him a couple of BJs, so I wasn’t shocked by the sight of his cock and just set about doing what was expected of me. I licked and sucked his sweaty, musty balls, and licked the shaft of his cock, tasting stale pee, before wrapping my lips around his solidity and sucking. He was calling me names and fucking my mouth, really shoving his groin in so that I had his rancid pubes pressed against my face. I was worried he’d cum too soon and then expect me to wait whilst he recovered, so I broke away and said (whilst suppressing my intense resentment towards him) in the most seductive voice I could manage, ‘Fuck me, Sean. I want to feel your fabulous cock in my pussy’. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist, and I was soon on my feet and bent over the bed. He flipped my skirt up, pulled my thong to one side and pulled the plug out. ‘You dirty bitch!’, he shouted, as he saw some cum run out, ‘How many loads are in there?’, he asked.

‘Five loads. Four from my master and one from his friend’, I confessed. ‘Well, you’re about to get a sixth load’, he blurted as he pressed his naked cock on at the entrance to my hole. I quickly stood and said,

‘Oh no, my master will only let you fuck me with a condom. If you don’t use one, he won’t send me to you again’.

He quickly thought about it and as I passed a condom from my handbag, he accepted. He sheathed his filthy cock and bent me over again, pushing down on my lower back and lifting my skirt again.. He probed my anus then used the escaping cum from my two lovers upstairs to slide his rancid cock in me. He held my hips firmly and, without any finesse, he pumped my already sore ass for his own grubby pleasure. I was face down on his duvet, which stank of sweat and goodness knows what else, and just waited for it to be over. I made sounds to suggest I was enjoying it, to spur him on and eventually, I was relieved when he grunted and I felt his cock twitch and then his cum pumped into the condom. As he pulled out, I reached for the plug and reinserted it. I then took the condom and swallowed the contents as Will would expect, then bent down to tidy up Sean’s wilting cock. I was done and free to go. I straightened my skirt after rearranging my thong, put my jacket on, picked up my handbag and collected my phone from where I'd positioned it. Sean was telling me how I must have loved his cock in me and would be back begging for more. I just smiled and winked. I collected my clothes bag, and went to the door, only to be pinned against it whilst he claimed his last kiss and took the opportunity to feel under my skirt. I finally escaped and walked at pace to my car. I threw my bags on the back seat, got in the driver’s side and breathe a sigh of relief, thinking to myself, ‘What a dreadful ending to a wonderful evening’.

I drove home in a daze and, once home, wasted no time in washing all my clothes from last night and the morning, then going for a long soak in the bath, after removing my plug. There was lots to think about and, hopefully, lots to look forward to in the future.

More to follow in Part 5

Thank you for reading

Joanna xx