Alison's Story

Alison's story.

Chapter 1

I can't believe that I am actually writing this down after so many years. I am now a ‘respectable' married woman of 38. Happily married to John, with two lovely kids, mortgage, the works. Sixteen years ago I was a newly qualified secondary school teacher. I had left college with an overdraft and no job. Worse than that, I had no where to live. That's where John helped out.

We had been together for over a year, and things were going well. I had met all of his friend, and generally got on well with them. Especially Sally, we always seemed to hit it off. Sally had a boyfriend, Alan. They lived together in a large flat above a tailor's shop. The flat was really two flats, on two floors, and they had talked of getting someone in to rent the first floor, while they stayed on the top one.

When I found myself with nowhere to live, John asked them if they would consider splitting the flat. They agreed, and so I had found my place to live. The next thing was to find a job ! Alan was able to help with this, as he was a teacher at a local comprehensive, and had been there for about four years. He had a quick word with the head, and I was installed as the new junior English teacher.

At first everything was great. I had a fine time spending my new salary on furniture and fittings. I got on well with Sally, and we had lots of girly nights in drinking wine while John and Alan went out to the pub.

I should say something about Alan at this point. He was 26, the same age as John, about six feet tall, very dark hair, brown eyes and slim build. He and John had been at school together and were really close mates. I had never actually had any kind of argument with him, but I always felt uncomfortable alone with him. He gave off the impression that he thought women were beneath him. Now in those days, I was a very ‘right on' feminist, and so his attitude really irritated me. I suspect that he knew this, and played on it. He was the kind of guy who liked to get a reaction. He was also the kind of guy who made you feel that he was undressing you with his eyes, something else I hated ! I could really have done without him, but he was John's best friend, and my new land lord, and so I put up with him

Though I say so myself, I was a bit of a looker in those days. Although I am only five foot three inches, I had long dark brown hair, which almost reached my hips, 34B boobs, and a tight arse, which John always said was my best feature. I liked to dress in stylish clothes for work, which always got the attention of the 14 and 15 year olds I was teaching, and when at home I would generally slop around in jeans and t-shirt.

One evening I was up at Sally's place, and we were getting very drunk! She told me of a friend of hers, Lin, who had gone away with her boyfriend Keith for a week at a county cottage. I knew Lin, or so I thought, and so I was stunned when she told me of the kind of activities they were planning on getting up to. “Lin likes to be dominated” Sally said. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Well, she likes to be completely dominated. I mean totally. All week. She has to do what ever Keith says, the moment he says it. If she doesn't, he spanks her. He's made her do the most humiliating things in the past, like go to a pub and deliberately let some man see her boobs. On one occasion he made her wear a really short skirt, and no knickers. Then he made her go to the supermarket and keep bending over for things on the bottom shelf. God knows how many blokes had a look at her snatch that day. She said she absolutely loved it !”

I was stunned! “But Lin isn't into anything like that” I protested, “She wouldn't let a man treat her like that, she's got too much pride as a woman !”

“That's what I said to her” Sally replied, “But she said that it was really exciting not knowing what she was going to have to do next. She said that she is always on the verge of a huge orgasm whenever she and Keith play their game. And she said I shouldn't knock anything until I've tried it !”

We talked about this for ages afterwards, on the sort of things we would imagine them doing. Then we talked about the sort of things we would hate to be made to do. Of course, what we were really talking about was the sort of things we would secretly love to be made to do. I realised this when I went to the loo and found that my pussy was absolutely soaking. I hadn't been that randy in years ! John and Alan came back from the pub soon after, and we made our way to our own beds. John got the shag of his life that night, and even now, after we have been married for ten years, he still mentions it. He has no idea why I was so hot that night, or what was to happen over the next few months !

Two weeks later, John dropped a bombshell ! His company was starting a new operation in Australia, and as a junior manager, he was going to have to work there for six months. I was furious ! “Can't they send someone else? Why you?” I yelled. “Yes they could send someone else”, he said, “But my career would be finished. If I can't do this, then I've no chance of promotion, now or in the future. I'll be pushing bits of paper around for the next few years until they find a reason to make me redundant.” He said. We argued for hours, but he eventually made it clear that he was going, and if I wasn't prepared to support him then he would go it alone. Reluctantly, I agreed. I loved him, and didn't want to lose him.

A short time later, John went to Australia. It wasn't until after he had gone that I realised how much I was going to miss him, and how much I loved him. I was all for leaving my job and going over there, but he said no, he was moving around too much and we wouldn't see anything of each other anyway. I was stuck !

Sally and Alan proved to be great friends during the first few weeks after John went. They spent a lot of time with me, and we got drunk a lot. I even began to soften my opinion of Alan ! one night, as we were putting away a few more bottles of red wine Alan mentioned Keith and Lin. I looked quickly to Sally, and we both grinned ! What I didn't know was that Alan had seen this.

An hour or so later, and Sally was well and truly hammered ! As she started to fall asleep in the chair, Alan carried her upstairs and put her to bed, and then came down for some more drink. We talked about nothing much for a while and then he said “So you know all about Keith and Lin's game then Alison?” I was pretty drunk myself by this time, and said “yes, and it all sounds a bit stupid to me. I mean, what's the big deal in letting some man make a complete fool of you, and then tell all his mates? I'm assuming that all you blokes know about it ?”

“Oh yes, we know ! Keith makes a point of telling us everything he gets Lin to do. We even suggest things for him. Last month we suggested that he take Lin shopping for underwear, but when she went into the changing room to try them on, she would have to leave the door slightly open, so that anyone passing could see in. And guess what I saw when I went shopping last weekend?” He said with a smile. “Surprise me” I said coldly, “Lin stripping and flashing all her bits for all to see, changing room door open by about a foot ! She drew quite a crowd I can tell you. Nice tits !”

“I think you're sick, and Keith is the sickest.” I said.

“Yes, I knew you wouldn't like the idea. It's too much of a challenge for you isn't it?” He said.

“What do you mean ‘challenge'?” I said, “Where is the challenge in letting some man control you completely, humiliate you, make you do the most degrading stuff. Where is the challenge?” I was getting pretty angry about it all by now, but Alan just sat calmly, smiling a little smile, infuriating me further!

“Well let me put it like this”, he said, a patronising tone in his voice. “Lin really enjoys herself. She really gets off on it. She knows that we all know, but the unspoken rule is that we never mention it in front of her. That way she can have her fun, so can we, no-one gets hurt, and no-one thinks any less of her for it. In fact, she's being really masculine about sex, none of this emotional shit, she just sees it as a way of having a good time. And she knows Keith loves her to death. He wont even look at another woman, and she knows that too. But you couldn't cope with something like that. You have to be in control all the time, and the stupid thing is that you think we all respect you for it ! You're a real little tight arse, Alison, you think you can do anything, but you couldn't cope with grown up stuff the way Lin does. That's why I said it would be too much of a challenge for you. Admit it, you couldn't give up control of your life for a second, never mind a whole week. You just don't have the nerve or the maturity for it”.

By now I was very drunk and very angry. Now the drink began to talk.

“Of course I could do it” I said, “I could easily let myself be controlled, there would be nothing to it.”

“Prove it”

“What?”

“Go on, prove it. You're always saying that there's nothing you can't do, well I'm calling you on it ! Prove to me that you could cope with not being in control for once in your tight-arsed life.”

“OK, so how do I go about proving it idiot!, in case you hadn't noticed, John is 10,000 miles away. Who do you suggest I get in as my Svengali? You?” This last was said with so much sarcasm, even he couldn't miss it.

“I wouldn't want to be bothered with you” he said, smiling “like I said, you wouldn't be able to do it, you'd cry off or something”

As if in a dream I heard myself saying “I could cope with anything you could come up with, and more besides. You think Lin is so cool because she lets herself be played with by all of you, but I could easily do that too”

“OK” he said, “Like I said – prove it”

“Right”, I said, “Try me !” I had seriously underestimated how drunk I was, I was in a towering rage, and I wasn't going to let this smug bastard get the better of me, or so I thought ! The idea of playing with him appealed to me. I would let him think he was controlling me, and then at the vital moment I would pull the plug on his little scheme. I was also enjoying the sexual tension in the room, which was so thick you could have cut it with a knife.

“Right then. Show me your tits” he said, still with that thin, patronising smile on his face.

I knew he was trying to provoke me, to make me refuse to play along, so that he could smile triumphantly and say "I told you so". I wasn't going to let him win so easily. I was going to prove to him that Lin was probably playing a game, and on her terms, not Keith's or any of his seedy mates.“Is that the best you can come up with?” I taunted, as I stood up, staggering slightly as I did so. I pulled my T-shirt up and off over my head, threw it onto the floor and stood in front of him, hands on hips, triumphant !

He laughed !, the bastard. He just sat there and laughed !

“What's so funny?” I yelled.

“I've seen lots of bras, Alison. I said show me your tits!”.

Without thinking, I unhooked my bra, took it off, dropped it onto the floor next to my T-shirt and stood there just three feet in front of him. His expression didn't change, he didn't move. I was ready to kill him ! I shook my tits from side to side, cupped them in my hands and squeezed my nipples at him.

“Is this good enough for you then” I said.

“That's nothing”, he said, “I've seen Lin do much more than that! You'll have to do a lot more to convince me that you could handle as much as she does. Much more in fact ! Are you ready to convince me that you could do that Alison?”

“Go on then”, I said. I was seething. There was no way I was going to let him win, whatever it took, I would do. I was more drunk than I could ever remember being, and the drink had removed any inhibitions I might have had.

“What colour knickers have you got on?”, he said, still calm, still smiling.

“White” I said.

“Show me. Take your jeans off.”

I didn't stop to think, didn't hesitate. I unzipped my jeans, opened the button, and eased them down my thighs. I left them bunched just above my knees.

“That's no good” he said, “I said take them off. You'll have to learn to do exactly what you are told if you're going to do this properly”

I was now burning with anger, and determined to show him that just because I did 'what I was told', I was still in charge. Telling myself that I was setting the rules, and that I could stop this nonsense at any minute, I sat down, took off my trainers and socks, then removed my jeans and stood up in front of him, this time moving a little closer. He looked me up and down, like I was a peice of meat. He told me to turn around slowly so that he could get a good look at me. He told me to swing my tits again, then turn around and bend over to touch my toes. I knew he was having a good look at me, but I didn't care. I had shown him I couldn't be intimidated, and now I was up for it ! I was standing in front of him in just my knickers, bent over, with my legs slightly apart, while he ran his eyes over every part of me. I curious feeling came over me, I was enjoying myself! I realised with a shock that I had become very turned on, I could feel my pussy getting moist. I was suddenly aware of how long it had been since I'd last had sex. It had been over a month, and in that time I'd only brought myself off a couple of times. I remembered that whilst I'd been touching myself, I had been fantasising about being dominated, like Lin. I had imagined doing the things I knew she'd been told to do, like letting complete strangers look up my skirt, or being spanked by some Headmaster figure.

“Stand up", he said. I stood and faced him eye to eye. "I think you're enjoying this”, he said. I said nothing. “Well, are you ?”

Still drunk and angry, but now also very aroused, I couldn't help myself. “Yes” I said.

“Tell me how much you are enjoying this. Tell me how you like being made to strip in front of me, being made to show yourself off to me. Tell me how turned on you are by all this.”

I could feel my pussy throbbing, I looked down and saw my nipples like bullets, my heart was beating fast. I was like a bitch in heat. I didn't need to tell him how turned on I was, it was blatantly obvious! “You're right, I am enjoying this, I am getting turned on. Are you happy now?" The truth was that I had never felt so aroused or excited. I was thrilled to be showing myself off to this arrogant bastard. But I still felt like I was in control. His next words almost made me groan out loud.

“I bet you'd like to take your knickers off and show me the rest, wouldn't you? I bet you love the idea of standing in front of me and just peeling them down. Look at the way you jiggled your tits for me, I bet you'd love to go the rest of the way, wouldn't you? Answer me!, wouldn't you like to be completely naked in front of me right now Alison?”

Part of my brain was yelling at me to get out of there, but I was too drunk, and by now too randy to hear it ! I desperately wanted some relief. He had planted the idea in my head that what I wanted to do most was to stand in front of him stark naked! The thought of him seeing all of me was, at that moment, the most exciting thing I'd ever known. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves, and said “Would you like me to take my knickers off Alan?”

His expression didn't change. I'd expected him to show at least some interest! By now I was breathing so fast I was pacticaly panting! He leaned back in his chair, looked at me over the rim of his wine glass and said "I couldn't give a fuck Alison, what do you want to do?"

I gulped. I wasn't expecting this total indifference. Some how the positions had changed. I had started out playing with him, now he was playing with me, teasing me, goading me. I couldn't take any more. I wanted to strip for him. Of course I could just have gone ahead and done it, but it had become important to me that he wanted me to do it. I wanted him to want me. To my amazement I heard myself say “I'd like to take my knickers off for you Alan”.

"Yes, I bet you would", he said. "Trouble is Alison, its getting late and I really don't know if I can be bothered ! And besides, what about Sally and John? How would they feel about you dropping your knickers?"

"They wouldn't know" I said hurredly, "I wouldn't tell, and neither would you. It would just be our secret!" I tried to sound seductive, but it came out sounding desperate!

"I really don't think I'm that bothered Alison. Perhaps if you were to ask me nicely, I might stay and let you show me what you've got. But to be honest with you, if I wanted to see a nice pussy, I could always have a look at Sally's right now, or wait and see Lin's !"

Now I was becoming desperate ! Without thinking, I blurted out "I've got a nice pussy! Really, I have! It's at least as nice as Sally's or Lin's, and I've got a really nice bottom! You could see them now Alan. You could look at my pussy and my bum, you could do anything you want to me, anything at all. Everyone says I've got a really nice bum. You can see me naked now, Alan, without having to leave the room. Just take a seat and let me show you all I've got. I know you'll like me Alan, I promise!" I couldn't believe I had said all of that, but the truth was that I was now consumed with the need to undress for Alan. I was determined that he would see me naked, and so here I was practically begging to strip for him.

"Well, if you want me to stay, you'll have to ask a lot nicer than that! Say please!" he sneered.

I summoned up my most seductive voice, pouted my lips and said “Please Alan, please can I take my knickers off and show you my hot pussy?” I had shocked myself. I had never spoken to anyone like this, not even John. Now here I was, naked except for a small pair of white knickers, in front of a man I didn't like, shaking my tits for him, bending over for him, turning around for him, getting hotter and hotter. And I had just begged him if I could take my knickers off and show him my most intimate place ! I felt humiliated and gloriously sexy. Something had changed. Now I was no longer in control, and I was brought almost to the point of orgasm by his indifference. I no longer wanted to teach him a lesson, I wanted to be controlled by this horrible man. I wanted him to shame me. I wanted to please him.

His next words stunned me. “No, Alison. I don't think I want to see your pussy tonight. You didn't ask nicely enough”. He made as if to stand up. I was seized by desperation. He couldn't leave!

“Please Alan, I'm sorry I didn't ask nicely enough. I'd really like to show you my body. I know you'd like it, no-one will ever know, and I so much want you to see me, want you to see my pussy. Please let me show you Alan, it's really nice, I promise.”

I was whining, begging like a small child. All that mattered to me was that Alan saw me in all my glory! I had never wanted to please a man as much as I did now. I saw him stop, as if in thought.

“And when I've seen you Alison, what then. When you've shown me your tight little arse, and your hot little pussy, what then? What will you do for me?”

“Anything !" I said breathlessly, "Oh Alan, I'll do anything for you, I promise I will, just say what you want me to do and I'll do it right away. You can do anything you want to me, I promise, please Alan”.

I was completely gone. Lots of red wine, a few weeks without sex, a little bit of anger, and here I was begging this man to do me the honour of letting me show him my most secret places. I was promising him anything in return for this ‘honour', and I meant it ! I was more aroused than I had ever been in my life. He was the most important thing in the world at that moment. I would have done anything to please him.

“Alright then Alison, I'll let you show me your pussy. When I've seen it I want you to give me the best blow job you've ever given in your life, is that clear?"

"Oh yes Alan!, I'll give you the best blow job you've ever had. I'll do anything you want, I promise you, You wont regret it, I promise." I was babbling now! I would have promised him anything at that moment, even oral sex, which I hated doing !

"Right, then, get on with it!" he commanded.

He sat down again, in my arm chair, in my living room, drinking my wine, while I stood just a short distance in front of him. I drew another deep breath, hooked my thumbs into the waist band of my knickers, and slowly pushed them down over my hips. I felt like the sexiest woman in the world. I was going to show my pussy to Alan, the centre of my universe! I was looking into his eyes, waiting for his reaction. I felt the top of my pubic bush spring up over the top of my knickers. I pushed my knickers down further, and felt cool air touch my aching labia. I let them slip down my legs to the floor, kicked them off, and then stood in front of him with my legs slightly apart. From where he was sitting I knew that he could see right the way along my labia. I could feel the air on my clit, and knew that he could see this too. I kept looking into his eyes, which were looking at my pussy. I could have come right there and then.

He stood up and moved towards me. I was trembling with nerves and excitement. Slowly, he reached out and cupped my left breast, running his thumb over the very tip of my nipple. I gasped with pleasure, and almost came on the spot! He walked around and stood behind me. I could feel his gaze on my naked skin. He placed his hands on my hips and then ran his hands down over the cheeks of my bottom. He moved close to me, I could feel his hot breath on my neck. His right hand now slipped over my hips and ran around to my belly. Very slowly, his hand began to decend towards my now sopping pussy. I felt his fingers slide into my bush. I leant back against him, his left hand snaked around and began to tease my nipple. I opened my legs slightly, and pushed my pelvis forward as his fingers inched their way towards my most secret place. My skin felt as though it was on fire ! His cool, slim fingers gently touched the lips of my labia causing me to groan out loud and breathe almost inaudibly "Yes, oh yes!". One of his fingers slipped between my lips. I could feel how wet I was down there. I could smell my own sex! His finger entered me and my knees almost gave way ! Then his finger travelled along my aching slit and touched the very tip of my clit. Bolts of pleasure shot through me like electricity, I was wimpering and pushing my pelvis forward onto his finger. I was so close to climax, and was lost in the delicious sensations he was producing in me.

And then he stopped and walked away from me! I was so surprised by this that I almost fell over backwards as he moved away! I turned to him with a puzzled look on my face, but before I could ask him why he had stopped he picked up his wine glass, emptied it in one and dismissed me with a gesture.

“Not bad Alison,but I've seen better, and you've got all that horrible hair all over it. I don't think I'll bother with the blow job, the sight of that fucking bush has put me right off !”

I was crushed. He had led me to a place I had never though to go. I had been desperate for him to look at me, had begged him to do so. I had felt sure he would like me, would enjoy the show, and now this. I had been left teetering on the brink of an enormous orgasm. My desperation and sorrow grew. Something in my brain told me that I had to please him. I started to cry with frustration.

“Please Alan, don't be cruel to me. Let me please you, let me give you that blow job, you don't have to look at my pussy again, I promise. Just give me one more chance, I wont disappoint you Alan, please, please”. I had been reduced to a pathetic, whining child. I was on my knees, stark naked in my own home in front of this man. I had stripped and humiliated myself for him, and now I wanted more than anything in the world to please him further. Without speaking he undid his trousers and pushed them to his knees. His knob was hanging limply to one side. I was saddened further. All that I had done for him and he didn't even have an errection!

I crawled over to him on my hands and knees. I took his member between my right thumb and fore finger and closed my lips around the head. I savoured the warmth and smoothness it, swirling my tongue around it and sucking gently. My left hand caressed his balls, stroking and tickling. My right hand closed around his shaft and I began gentle up and down movements. He groaned slightly, and I felt triumph, he was swelling in my mouth!

Within a few moments his member was hard and throbbing in my mouth. I continued to stroke his shaft up and down, tickling his heavy balls all the time. I swirled my tongue over his glans, and tasted pre cum on the tip. I was in love with his knob. It was beautiful, it was hard, it proved I had affected him. I wanted him to come in my mouth, I wanted to taste him.

“Stop”.

I looked up stunned. “But you haven't come yet!” I protested. I felt cheated, surely he wouldn't take it away from me. He wouldn't be that cruel, surely !

“Get down on your hands and knees” he said. I immediately did so. He knelt behind me. I felt the tip of his member touch the entrance to my still aching pussy. I felt elated, he was going to enter me! I arched my back to enable him to enter. And then I felt him pushing into me, deeper and deeper. He reached to the very top of my pussy, slowly withdrew and then pushed in again. He started to push into me with strong steady strokes, gradually increasing in speed but always pushing in to the hilt. He reached forward to grab hold of my tits, tweaking the nipples, making them harder still. His hands moved down my hips and pulled apart my bottom cheeks, exposing my puckered little hole. His fingers played with it, teasing and tickling it. One hand reached round and stroked my clit. I felt my orgasm building. It felt as though it was starting at my toes and rushing through my entire body. I began to fight for breath as the intense feeling ripped through me. I reached between my legs and stroked his beautiful, heavy balls, and then he was shooting deep into me. It felt like gallons of the stuff. I came again, this time collapsing in a sobbing heap after he had pulled out of me.

I drifted off to sleep, more satisfied and contented that I had ever been before. When I awoke some time later, Alan had gone.