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This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature. 

If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't know why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

A great thanks to Terry Steyaert for patient editing. 



Reposting or any other use of this story is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the author.

Copyright Henrik Larsen 2003.


Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and Me. Part 8


Saturday was Anna and Martin's day together after Martin had taken the extra job. They often went shopping, not for food and necessities, but pleasure shopping, especially for clothes. Martin was sure there was a special gravitational force that drew women to clothes shops. All the girls and women he had known loved to look at clothes. Martin was only marginally interested. If it was up to him he would have a number of identical shirts and jeans. That way he could put on whatever he picked from the closet in the morning without thinking about how the colour or pattern matched. According to all women, from his mother and onwards, such an idea was not an option. 

One possible reason for Martin's lack of interest in his own clothes was that after his mother stopped buying his clothes, Sis had taken over telling him what to wear. The only woman who had left it up to him, was Susan. Anna loved to buy clothes for him, but lately another gravitational force had grabbed her: shops selling baby clothes. 

"Wouldn't this look just lovely?" Anna asked, holding up a ridiculously small pink dress. 

"It's neat, but isn't it a bit premature to start buying dresses? What if it's a boy?"

"I'm just looking, but we will have to buy some clothes before the baby is born."

"I know. We can buy something neutral until we have definite proof."

They strolled through the shop looking at more clothes and Martin had to admit the tiny dresses, jeans and shirts were kind of cute; copies of 'real' clothes, only in small sizes and yet wide enough to accommodate not just a tiny baby, but also a diaper. It was probably what made it look so funny and cute. On the way out, Anna picked up a flyer from the stack on the counter. 

Saturday had also become the day they made love, not so much because Anna fell asleep on the couch after dinner - they had often been too tired in the evening to make love - but they often did it in the morning. It had started when they began to shower together to save time in the morning when going to work. Soon they had to get up half an hour to an hour earlier because they inevitably ended up making love in the shower or after showering. It was a great time to make love, they were both rested and fresh after the shower, but lately Anna's morning sickness had put an end to it. Anna felt bad about it, even though Martin understood. She hoped it would pass after the first trimester as the books said it would. 

After they had made love that afternoon, Anna looked at the flyer she had picked up. It was an invitation for a seminar from expecting mothers.

"I bet it's the kind of seminar where they teach you how to pregnant the 'right' way. Either you'll come home feeling guilty or you will want to change everything because they told you so," Martin giggled.

"No. It says that it's an informal seminar where pregnant women can meet others in the same situation and share their problems and joys. It sounds really good and it's cheap."

"I was only joking, love. I think you should go. When is it?"

"Two weeks from now, but it's from Saturday to Sunday. We see so little of each other. Are you sure you don't mind."

"Absolutely. I only have a little over a month left with two jobs and then we will be back to normal again. I think we can survive, don't you?"

"All right. I'll call them in the morning and sign up."


Sandra had been quiet since her visit to the pool. Martin had managed to push her proposition out of his head. His extra job still spawned a couple of erotic fantasies in his mind when he saw a particularly sexy women in a swimsuit, but it was only natural, considering that the level of sexual activity in his life had decreased significantly over the last month. He had almost forgot how to masturbate after he had met Anna, and now when the sexual tension built up, he sometimes forgot to release it. 

Tuesday evening was quiet. The usually group of middle-aged men were trying to get rid of the pub-belly through swimming, which probably was a better idea than jogging, if you considered how much strain it would put on their legs and knees. The women swam with greater elegance than the men, but overall they were also in better physical shape. Martin reminded himself never to become fat. It was too much work getting rid of a big belly, once you had it. 

While he was consumed by his thoughts of overweight and the problems it caused, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Seen from a distance, the swimsuit looked ordinary but the shiny bright red colour alone was designed to attract attention. Martin had seen it up close the other day and it showed off the woman wearing it in the best way possible. The top of the swimsuit was a string around Sandra's neck unfolding into a wider patch just big enough to cover her front. Her back was bare all the way down to her buttocks and the openings for her legs were cut high, making them look incredibly long.  

Sandra strutted heedlessly towards his side of the pool. The swimsuit was glued to her body but at the same time it allowed her breasts to quiver as she walked. Half way, she gave up her pretence of not having seen him and walked smiling towards him. 

"Hi, Martin. It wasn't very convincing, was it?"

"Convincing, yes, but improbable, considering that you knew I'd be here."

"You see right through me. How are you?"

"I'm fine, enjoying the pleasures of working two jobs, but with the added benefit of being treated to a swimsuit parade by the most beautiful women in this part of town."

"I thought you were strictly on the straight and narrow?"

"I am, but looking never hurt anyone."

Sandra just happened to flex her leg and turn slightly, making a sexy pose.

"That's more like the old Martin. At least it's a start."

"Forget it, Sandra. I'm not going to risk it all for a bit of fun."

Sandra sat down next to him. "Nobody will ever know."

"No? Your record at keeping affairs secret is not the best."

Martin didn't plan to sound resentful but it came out harsh. 

"It was only because I was a bloody idiot. First, I thought I could be something I'm not. Then I thought I could change Sis. It was a big mistake and I regret it. We would probably have gone out separate ways eventually, but I hurt Sis and..."

Sandra was suddenly sad, looking down on her feet. Martin had never heard her side of the events leading up to the break.  

"Sis was the first woman?" Martin asked.

"No. Well, in a way she was. I'd been... no, better start from the beginning. I grew up in a poor neighbourhood and when we reached the age were we wanted to go out, there was nowhere to go except this one bar. Maybe they thought we were old enough or they just didn't care, I don't know. We rarely had anything but diet coke anyway. Real drinks were too expensive. I was there one night with one of the girls I was hanging out with and this middle-aged guy came over to talk. We talked and suddenly he asked us if we wanted to earn little money. He offered us ten bucks to french kiss each other."

Martin was glad it was a quiet evening with few people in the pool. It was easy for him to keep an eye on the pool and still listen to Sandra. Sometimes it was difficult to hear what Sandra said. She kept her voice down and the acoustics in the hall were awful because of the many hard surfaces. The advantage was that nobody could hear a word they said. 

"After a lot of giggling and blushing, we said yes. We went out into the alley next to the bar. The guy asked if we could feel each other up while we kiss and I said we could for five bucks extra each. It was so strange, kissing another girl and feeling her tits. We were timid and clumsy, but he didn't care and after ten minutes or so he paid and left. 

"A week later, we met him in the bar and he wanted to watch us again. This time, he offered to pay us ten bucks more if we pulled up our blouses while we kissed and groped. We did, but every time we heard a sound we pulled back our blouses because we were afraid to be seen. Despite all the interruptions, he paid, but the following week he suggested we'd all go to his place. We were reluctant but then again, there were two of us and he was a small, thin man."

"A bit risky, if you ask me," Martin said.

"Maybe, but as I said, we were two against one. He promised not to touch us or anything, he just wanted to look. In a way, it felt safer than standing in an alley. I guess we were more afraid of being seen. Anyway, we went there and gave him a show. I even kissed Tina's tits. A week later, he paid us twenty more to strip for him. Every week he wanted something new. He wanted to see us masturbate. That was really the hardest thing to do. It's kind of private and he wanted us to lie on the floor facing each other. I was so embarrassed. Imagine lying on the floor with your legs wide apart, doing something you would never admit to do in the first place. But it was kind of hot watching Tina do it."

"And he didn't touch you at all?"

"Never. He just looked at us."

"I guess you had been with a girl before you met Sis, then," Martin giggled.

"Yes, but it was just acting. It never felt as if we had sex; we put on a show for this guy. Most of the time at least. I did get excited and I even had an orgasm every now and then, but the most exciting about it was to do it while he watched. We did what he wanted, he watched, paid, and then we went home. Tina and I both had boyfriends from time to time and we never touched each other outside his flat."

Martin had casually put a towel over his shorts while Sandra spoke to cover the effect her story had on him. He felt embarrassed and only slightly a better man than the guy she was talking about. 

"We hardly talked about what we did for him, only about the money. Sometimes, I thought about what he was going to ask us to do the next time. I knew he was bound to ask us to eat each other's pussies and I tried to prepare myself for it. I'd given several blowjobs and told myself it was the same. By the time he did ask us to do it, I was ready. We had developed kind of a show for him. We kissed and fondled while we stripped each other. He liked that. The more we kissed the better. Then we did whatever he wanted us to do."

"How many different things could he possibly ask you to do?"

Sandra smiled wickedly and it made him wonder if she told him the story to deliberately turn him on. 

"He had great imaginary powers. In the beginning, it was only caresses and perhaps a little sucking each other's tits. Then he wanted is to finger fuck each other. The next step was to lick each other juices from our fingers. And then, of course, he asked us to lick each other. The first time, he only wanted one of us to go down on the other. I think he wanted to think about himself as the instructor, teaching us how to do it. Talk about being paid to go to school. He must have been well off. We set a price on everything he wanted us to do and sometimes we went home with as much as 75 bucks each. My allowance at the time was something like ten a month. It was a sad day when it ended."

Martin realised that he had been holding back his breath while Sandra talked. "What happened?"

"The factory where Tina's parents worked move to Jutland. The factory generously offered her parents new jobs if they were willing to move." Sandra snorted. "Of course they were. Chances of find another job was next to nothing."

"And I guess you hadn't told anybody about your job?"

"Are you nuts? Of course not! That was the end of it. I had never felt attracted to a girl, not even thought about it. What I did with Tina was just... I don't know, but then I met Sis. I had just broken up with a guy. He never understood that just because I'm sexually submissive, it doesn't mean that want to be treated like a slave; it's only sexual and I still want something out of sex as well. He thought he was in charge of everything and gave nothing. Sis was so different and I was head over heels in love. I convinced myself that I was really into girls, only I wasn't and Sis rejected the idea of a guy."

"So you had an secret affair?"

"No, it wasn't secret. That was my big mistake. I guess I panicked. I thought I could make Sis understand that I couldn't live like that; make her give in."

"That was a mistake."

"Tell me about it. I never ever wanted it to end that way. I feel so stupid. I tried to tell her but she just wouldn't listen to me."

Forgiveness is a virtue, but if you have been hurt ferociously, it can be hard to be virtuous. Martin understood his sister, but Sandra's story had also cleared up a few things in his mind. They sat in silence for a while. Martin surveyed the pool, but his mind was elsewhere. He knew he ought to leave things as they were, but the urge to ask was too great. 

"So, why do you all of a sudden want me, when you know it might lead to equally devastating results?"

Sandra smiled wickedly. It could be interpreted in two ways: it was either a 'he took the bait' smile or it was a 'he still likes me" smile. Martin chose to believe it was the later.

"You know I've wanted you for a long time. At one time I hope that you could both be my lovers, I mean, Sis doesn't want a man and I suppose you two never... wanted to do it." Sandra turned and looked Martin straight in the eyes. "I think you are a very special breed of man, Martin. You're patient and considered. You understand women."

Martin couldn't suppress a laugh. "Yeah, just ask Susan how understanding and considered I am."

"I don't know what went wrong between the two of you and I don't care, but you've always treated me nice and I've never seen you behave badly towards women." Before Martin could protest, Sandra added: "Cheating doesn't count.

"My best fantasy is when I surrender myself completely to you. Your rapture is so sweet and you take your time, teasing me relentlessly for hours, making me come until I think my brain is going to short circuit. You use me in every way.  I've dreamt about it so many times and I want to do it, even if it is only one time. I know you're going to get married and all and I don't want to spoil it for you. I promise I'll never ever tell a soul. Cross my heart and hope to die."

"What if I'm not the guy you think I am? I have no experience in the domination, bondage, or whatever it is called. It could easily turn into a huge disappointment or maybe a nightmare. I could be a really mean sadist, given the right opportunity. Don't you think it is better to keep it as a fantasy?"

"Nonsense. I know you. You are just the kind of man who will look and listen and give me just want I want. Come on, you want it too, I know you do. Ever since that night in the car..."

"And what if you really liked it and wanted more?"

Sandra's smile disappeared and she looked very serious. "I will never ever tell anyone, especially not Anna. I've learned my lesson. Please say you will."

Martin knew he was unable to resist but he still tried to postpone the final surrender. "I don't know, Sandra. You are asking a lot of me. You have nothing to lose, I have."

"I know. Nobody will find out. I don't want to hurt Anna or Sis. I just want to be with you this one time. You can do whatever you want with me. I trust you, Martin, and I want to fulfil this fantasy of being totally helpless and controlled by you."

Sandra was smiling euphorically as she spoke. Images of Sandra tied to the bed, crying out in ecstasy was rummaging in Martin's head. Sandra starred dreamily at a point somewhere behind Martin. 

"I can almost feel you squeeze my breast and pinch my nipples hard. I can feel your teeth dig into me." She squirmed and her eyes returned to Martin's face. "Please?" 

Martin was out of excuses. Sandra had broken down all his defences and even though he knew he was going to regret it, he was powerless. 

"The only chance I have is Saturday, not this one but the following," he heard himself say.



To be continued...

     



     






  


 
 

 
 


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