Faithfully Unfaithful by Secret Narrative Page A

with a male student. There were also one or two same sex female partnerships; in fact, relationships now be deemed ‘inappropriate’ were rife.
    John and I had been out, I don’t know where and it doesn’t matter. We’d both had quite a bit to drink , but it didn’t prevent him from getting an erection. His cock wasn’t huge, by that , I mean not terribly long , but it was quite thick, and I now know that it was meatier than the average cock. We got onto his bed, he on his back, and I lie on top of him face to face at first, so we could kiss. He had a single bed, and it was actually quite difficult sleeping in it, not that we did much sleeping, in truth, the shared residence was nothing more than a place to fuck.
    That night, after a bit of messing around, he positioned me so that I ended up lying on top of him, face up, my back against his chest, my arse nestled against his cock.
    “I’m going to stick it in your arsehole,” he said, impaling me with his cock surprisingly easily.
    We were of a similar height and didn’t need to jiggle about too much. Up until then, despite my many sexual antics, I’d never had anything in my arse, let alone a fat cock, I couldn’t believe how much I liked it! I was stunned! I remember loving the feel of his hot, hard cock urgent against the walls of my rectum. I’d never had an orgasm up until that point, in spite of or maybe because of my promiscuous ways, and I still didn’t come. Incredibly, I didn’t know about masturbation or touching myself while being fucked or buggered, and even now I don’t feel comfortable doing it.
    I’ve always seen myself as the being instigator of sexual satisfaction for other people, my own needs being incidental, and seem to watch myself fucked as if from a distance; it's as if someone else is in my place. Though J ohn had a marvellous time, ejaculating joyously into my rectal passage, I was sore for days afterwards, but it didn’t stop he and I favouring anal for the duration of our relationship.
    You like that story don’t you, my darling?
    From time to time, I share the details with you when we’re in bed even though you’ve heard the tale many times. It’s not our favourite fuck accompaniment, being one of myriad selected from my experiences; I’ve had other stimulating, exciting encounters, which we prefer as fuck fodder .
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    There was the affair I had in my twenties, with a sadistic, nasty piece of work. An absolute shit of a man, a married bastard, who delighted in using me, getting me drunk and tying me up, binding me tight and spanking me so hard he left me reeling.
    He’d make me gobble his cock, nearly choking me. I loved it so; I relished his abuse. I genuinely idolised him.
    He achieved amusement and enjoyment by lashing me spread-eagled to a bed, usually in hired rooms. Pushing a pillow under my arse, he would blindfold me and trickle brandy into my mouth to stupefy me before plunging his cock between my lips, forcing himself down my throat until I felt that he’d suffocate me, pulling out dangerously close to the moment I’d be unable to take more.
    That man got his kicks by leaving me unseeing, and standing next to me wanking. He’d spray my face and hair with ejaculate, able to get and maintain many erections during the course of the night, fucking my cunt and arse, leaving me black and blue with bruises and ‘love’ bites, my wrists and ankles ruined with chafing.
    Sometimes he’d invite a friend. At those times, he’d tie and blindfold me as usual, but in a twist of pleasure he’d gag me, turn me over so I’d be face down and arse up, allowing the other man to bugger me for his voyeuristic amusement. In the end, he took that line more often than not, I couldn’t tell you if it was the same man, or a series of men, but I suspect the latter, because they all felt and smelled different.
    He occasionally filmed the sessions, never showing me the results. I don’t doubt that there are images circulating,