Turtle Flesh

[cuckoobirdee]

Hi Guys,

Like a lot of other guys here, I have been lurking in the forum, making some comments every now and then. However, I don't have much personal experience to share so I am not a very active contributor.

However, recently I read a very interesting story about a phenomenon called "Turtle Flesh". Read the story and maybe some brothers can comment if they have experienced it before.

This title of the story is called "Amanda" and is from a book called "Bedtime Erotica For Freaks (Like Me) by Lexy Harper.

Ok, on to the story then:

AMANDA

[Based on a few comments I have received there are readers who think that I didn’t deliberately misspell the names in the following story. For the record I did! ]

“I don’t fucking believe it!” Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as she stared at the 6’4” guy in the Bhatman costume striding confidently in her direction. There was only one guy in the world with shoulders that broad, a waist that trim and legs that muscled! A masked woman in a Bunny costume touched his arm and he turned to speak to her briefly before continuing onwards. Yes, there was definitely only one guy in the whole fucking world with an ass like that! Mr Jeremy Alexander. Alexander, the Great! He sat in front of her every day at work and didn’t know she was alive.

“Hi Pussycat, is there a hole in that costume where I can stick my dick?”

Even if she hadn’t recognised his sexy body there was no mistaking that deep, velvet voice. She almost turned around to see who he was addressing before she caught herself.

“Where’s Throbin?” she drawled, imitating her mother’s Guyanese accent instead of using her usual Black British dulcet tones. “It usually takes two guys to satisfy me.”

“Trust me, Katwoman, my cock is big enough for me and two other guys.”

“Okay, Bhatman, let’s go but I warn you if you have less than 8” you’ll have none of this cat tonight or any other night.”

“I have a 9” cock,” he boasted and grabbed it through his costume.

It did look big and it wasn’t even hard yet. She reached for his hand and led him to one of the first floor bedrooms.

“Now drop, unzip or whatever you have to do,” she commanded with a crack of her whip.

He unzipped a small, cleverly concealed zip and freed his cock.

Nice! Very nice!

“Okay so it’s big,” she conceded. “Does it work?”

“Put your mouth on it and find out, Pussycat.”

She pressed her stopwatch as she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. His thick cock hardened in seconds and she opened her throat and let it slip right inside. She mouth-fucked his cock before she reached into the costume and freed his balls. She gave them some head before she went back to his cock. All the while he was moaning and groaning, clutching at the air with his hands. He came in two minutes twelve seconds. Not bad but she had to work on her technique, she was getting a bit rusty.

“Damn!” He sounded disappointed with himself.

“Don’t worry. I’ll have this big boy up again in less than twenty seconds,” she promised. It took her twenty-four to get it rock-hard. Shit! She was really losing her touch!

“Now where is that hole we were talking about earlier?” he asked as he stroked his stiff cock.

“It’s right under my tail.” She perched on the end of a writing table and opened her legs wide as she unzipped the circular breasts flaps. “Open me up, Bhatman.”

He opened the zip and pushed the flap aside.

“Your pussy is very wet,” he remarked as he fingered her.

“Giving head always makes me wet, big boy.”

He pressed her back against the desk as he pushed his cock through the opening of her costume.

“You’ve got a very tight pussy, Katwoman,” he panted as he tried to work his cock-head inside her.

“No, you’ve got a big cock, Bhatman.” She pinched her nipples as he finally worked his cock into her.

He stopped, brushed one of her hands aside and covered her nipple with his mouth. She cupped the back of his head and stroked his nape.

Was this really happening? Did she actually have Jeremy’s cock deep inside her pussy?

“Damn, your pussy is extra tight. I am going to fucking cum any minute!” He straightened and pushed his cock the rest of the way inside her. Before he could do ten thrusts he came again with a loud, “Shit!”

“Don’t worry about it, Bhatman.” She started to get up. “My pussy has that kind of power over men.”

“No! No! We are not done yet.” He pushed her back against the top of the desk. “Give me a chance to show you what I can do. I swear this has never happened to me before!”

“Okay, Bhatman. Usually, it’s two strikes and you are out, but I’ll give you three.” She lay back down and opened her legs wider.
He leaned down and started to tongue her clit as he pushed a finger inside her pussy. She held on to the desk and raised her hips to meet his lips as he started to maul her clit. Just as she was about to cum he straightened and plunged his cock into her with one quick thrust. She groaned and came instantly.

“Now lie back and let me take you for a ride in the Bhatmobile.” Holding her ass, he didn’t give her a chance to get her wits about her before starting to thrust his cock inside her. When he felt himself about to cum, he quickly withdrew. To cover the fact that he had almost cum again, he pulled her up and turned her around. “Turn over for me, let me get this pussy from the back like a tomcat.”

He pushed his rigid cock back inside her and whispered in her ear as he started thrusting again, “I could fuck this tight pussy all night.”

Yes! Fuck me, Jeremy, fuck me!

She was going to be sore for the next month but she didn’t give a shit! The Great was fucking her and the fucking was great! Just the thought of the chiselled face she’d been gazing at longingly for the last three years made her cum on his next forward stroke. He grabbed her ass and ground his cock into her as he came too. He lay against her for a minute before he eased his weight off of her.

“Bhatman, I am so glad I gave you another chance at the crease, you hit a home run, shugs.”

“Katwoman, I think this pussy was made just for this cock.”

“Superguy told me that last week and today I saw him fucking Blonder Woman.”

“You are the only woman I want to fuck in here.”

“That’s sweet, Bhatman, but I must go and suck on a few more cocks before the night is through. Variety is the spice of my life.”

She walked out of the room and left him still stuffing his cock back into his costume.

When he came out of the room she was on her knees in front of Bare Devil.

[cuckoobirdee]

On Monday morning, she walked into the office and found four of her male colleagues huddled around Jeremy’s desk.

“Good morning, guys,” she said brightly, instinctively guessing what, or more precisely whom, they were gossiping about.

“Good morning, Mandy,” they mumbled in unison, and promptly ignored her as they went back to their conversation.

“I am telling you guys, this woman’s pussy is the tightest I have ever come across and I have had a few virgins in my time, but that isn’t all—when she put her mouth on my cock I came in less than ten minutes.”

Actually, Jeremy, you came twice in ten minutes, but let’s not nit-pick.

Amanda settled herself behind her desk and turned her computer on. She should be flattered that he thought her pussy was tight. But her tight pussy hadn’t been enough for her last boyfriend to take her on an actual date or for him not to marry someone else. Jackson had ranted and raved about her tight pussy but two years ago he had left her to marry one of his ex-girlfriends. He had still wanted to fuck Amanda and she had told him that he could, “if she started taking crack cocaine and needed money for a hit or she plain lost her fucking mind!” Then the bastard had had the nerve to tell her that he had done her a huge favour by fucking an ugly woman like her.

Amanda was no oil-painting and she knew it, but uglier women had men of their own, why couldn’t she? Okay her nose was crooked and if a strong wind blew she could take flight like Dumbo, the elephant. She could never find a pair of spectacles that suited the thick lens she needed. And it certainly wasn’t her fault that her eyes were the wrong shape for contact lens—talk about optical fucking discrimination! No one ever seemed to notice she had beautiful teeth and incredible skin—never had a blemish in her life! And if she found a man she could stop comfort-eating and fuck off the excess weight.

She’d had three boyfriends in her life: the first one Lamar liked to use her as a punching bag until she had busted his kneecap with a rolling pin, the fucker was still walking around with a limp; she’d shared her second boyfriend, Freddy, with a White woman until the woman got pregnant and Freddy got married; the last one, Jackson, had never taken her out in public. She had met him at a party, he’d been a little drunk and had slipped her a finger, when he’d felt her tight pussy hug it, he had immediately wanted to come back to her flat and slip her his cock. He didn’t stay for breakfast the following morning but the next Friday night he had come over just after ten in the evening. He had fucked her and left just after midnight—starting the trend that continued until he married someone else.

None of them had ever said they loved or even liked her but the one thing they did say was that her pussy was unbelievably tight. Okay, Lamar was her first man so she’d assumed as she was only sleeping with him she should be a close fit for him. Freddy’s cock was smaller than Lamar’s and he kept complaining that her ‘turtle flesh’ made him cum too quickly. She’d just assumed because he was born prematurely he did everything prematurely. Then she’d asked her mother what ‘turtle flesh’ meant. Her mother had laughed and explained that in Guyana the term was used to describe women whose pussies were always very tight. She’d said it was the best kind of pussy to have and Amanda was very lucky. Then her mother had leaned over and whispered quietly in her ear, “You got it from me, honey.” But even then she hadn’t understood the significance of the ‘turtle-flesh’ pussy. Her mother, like Amanda, was no pretty gal but her good-looking father seemed to love her mother enough for five men. Growing up, many nights Amanda used to hear her bank manager father talking gibberish when her parents locked their bedroom door and went to bed. It was only when she got older that she realized he did it only when they were having sex.

Jackson was the person who really made her sit up and pay attention. He said he had slept with hundreds of women but none of them had a pussy as tight as hers. She had thought he too was chatting idly until he came back to beg her to let him keep fucking her after he got married. She had looked at him, begging her for pussy like a druggie begging for a hit and realized he was actually going to miss her pussy. She’d taken great pleasure in telling him, “Hell, fucking NO!”

When Jackson left she didn’t miss him but she missed the fucking. She wondered how many women there were in London with pussies going to waste just because men didn’t find them attractive enough. Then one Friday night she was thinking if she’d let him, Jackson would have been at her house getting his freak on. Like that! the idea for Freaknight came to her. The concept was simple—ugly women who needed fucking could hook up with guys who wanted to fuck. The beauty of it was that the guys didn’t know the women were ugly because everyone was in costume. Amanda advertised for women and she didn’t beat around the bush. The advert read, ‘Women—too ugly to get a man to fuck you? Call me!’

She interviewed all the women personally and any woman she thought good looking enough to find her own cock, she turned down. The women she accepted had to sign a contract never to disclose details of Freaknight to anyone else. Once the women came and saw the number of men on standby to fuck them, they kept their mouths shut – except to give head – and their legs wide open.

Ryan, an old classmate, had designed her website. He was as gay as the day and she had known that fact the moment she’d met him on the first day of secondary school. They had been oddball friends ever since. When she’d explained her plans and asked him to design her website, he told her that he was also going to teach her to give the best head ever, told her that women didn’t know shit about giving head. He’d invited her over to the flat he shared with his boyfriend and started his free tuition on his boyfriend’s huge cock with no shame in his game whatsoever. He had even wanted her to demonstrate that she understood; she’d convinced him that she did, without sucking his boyfriend’s dick. The man had no shame!

Amanda’s speciality on Freaknight was giving head. Most of the women came to get cock but Amanda decided she’d rather ‘punk’ men out as quickly as she could. She had perfected Ryan’s technique down to a fine art and whenever they met for dinner or drinks they exchanged tips.

The first Freaknight had had an attendance of fifteen women and seven men but the second meeting held a month later was attended by nineteen women and thirty-five men. The numbers had grown exponentially until Amanda was forced to restrict entry. She now rented a vacant fifty-bedroom stately home in Buckinghamshire on the last Friday of every month to host the event. Admission for men was strictly by invitation, for which they paid a hefty fee—it ensured that only quality cocks came through the door. The women had exclusive membership cards. Amanda didn’t pay them—the fucking they got was payment enough!

Her bank balance had been steadily growing. She had already paid off a substantial part of her flexible mortgage and was now even contemplating some plastic surgery. Nothing drastic—just pinning her ears back and realigning her nose.

[cuckoobirdee]

Amanda looked at the clock on her living room wall, it was 7.45 pm. The personal trainer should arrive in fifteen minutes. She had searched the Yellow Pages for a local fitness trainer the morning after she’d had the Great fucking. She was about twenty-five pounds heavier than her optimum weight but when she squeezed herself in her Katwoman costume it accentuated the positive aspects of her body, and hid the parts she didn’t want revealed. Mr Fabulous Alexander obviously spent time working on his body; she wanted to be in the best shape possible too.

Phillip, the personal trainer, turned out to be forty-five years old—he had sounded much younger on the phone. But her disappointment was short-lived when he started putting her through her paces. He was extremely good, if she worked with him she would get her body in shape in no time.

Always with an eye for a bargain, by the second week she was throwing in some head and getting the sessions at half price. She decided not to throw in some pussy, at his age even if he gave her the training for free he would still owe her big money. And she didn’t want to lose him as soon as she had discovered him, the man was almost twice her age, she had seen the way younger men reacted to the tightness of her pussy—it might give him a heart attack!

[cuckoobirdee]

The next Freaknight Katwoman was keeping an eye on the door, waiting impatiently for Bhatman to turn up. He walked in with two guys from the office, Daniel and Mike. She wouldn’t have recognised them if she hadn’t personally processed their credit card payments the previous week.

“I see you’ve brought some friends,” she purred, having rushed over to meet them before some hungry hussy grabbed them.

“We heard so much about you, we had to come and see you for ourselves,” said Mike, Mr Charm himself!

“Okay, whip them out and let me see.”

The two guys quickly presented their cocks for her inspection.

“I am afraid you don’t pass the test.” She touched Mike’s medium cock with the end of her whip dismissively. She didn’t like the arrogant fucker and would have found some excuse not to let him fuck her. She had once heard him tell another colleague at work that when God was handing out ugliness she was so greedy she went for a double portion!

She stroked Daniel’s slightly fatter cock with her whip. “Nice. You can have some pussy.”

Jeremy was standing there looking at her expectantly. “Well, I’ve had you already, so I don’t think I’ll be giving you any pussy tonight.” She suppressed a laugh as his face fell. “But maybe I’ll let you keep my ass warm while he’s fucking my pussy.”

He smiled as she took him and Daniel by the hand. She started walking towards an empty bedroom before she turned and looked back at Mike. “His cock is big, I might need something to bite down on while he’s fucking my ass, so you may as well bring your small cock.”

Mike followed reluctantly.

She pushed Daniel onto the bed and took his cock into her mouth, he was rock-hard in seconds. “Keep that hard for me, I’ll be back.”

Obediently he grabbed his cock and started to stroke it.

“While you are here you may as well make yourself useful and eat some pussy.” She opened her cat flap and pulled Mike’s head into her crotch, then she beckoned Jeremy closer. “Come over, big boy. Let me speak to your microphone.”

She looked down at Mike as he ate her pussy expertly. “You are lousy at eating pussy, see if you can do a better job rimming my asshole.”

She took Jeremy deep in her mouth as Mike started tonguing her asshole. She had to bite her moans in, Mike was very good but she would never let him know, he was too fucking conceited already.

“Now, cocks at the ready, let’s have some fun.” She pulled Jeremy’s stiff cock out her mouth and climbed onto Daniel.

“Arrgh!” The way Daniel groaned anyone would think she tried to put her cock into him and not vice versa. She decided she didn’t want to fuck him after all. She pulled herself off the head of his cock and took it into her mouth.

He came in one minute, forty-seven seconds. Not bad, but she could do better.

“You, big boy, get to that ass.” She pointed to Jeremy before she turned and looked at Mike. “You, bring that cock for me to bite on.”

Mike came over and stood in front of her as Jeremy put his cock against her asshole. She took Mike’s cock in her mouth and started her stop watch. She was hoping for a new record as she put her hand on his balls and sucked on his cock. Ninety-three seconds—a new record and she decided not to swallow. She pulled her mouth away and held his cock like it was something rotten as he spurted the rest of his spunk onto the polished floor. “Your cum’s rancid, you better let a doctor check you out.”

Jeremy, in the meantime, was making no headway with her asshole because she kept it tightly clenched. She’d never had anal sex—she was saving her ass for her old age, in case her pussy lost some of its power. Though, her mother swore the ‘turtle-flesh’ pussy remained tight until death, so she might be able to hold on to her ass-cherry indefinitely.

“You two guys excuse me,” she said to Daniel and Mike. “I want to be alone with big boy here.”

As soon as they had slunk out of the room, she pulled her ass away from Jeremy. “Next time don’t bring your lame friends. One screamed like a bitch before I got my pussy on the head of his cock properly and the other one now holds the record for rapid fire.”

“Okay.” He looked at her uncertainly, wondering if that was his lot for the night.

“Now eat my pussy right and maybe I let you fuck it afterwards. I want to cum at least twice before you stick your big dick in me.”

She lay back on the bed and let him suck on her clit. He was even more eager than last Friday and within seven minutes he made her cum twice.

“Okay, big boy, you got the pussy nice and wet, so fuck it.” She loved having him obey her every command.

He put his cock against her and pushed the head inside her.

“Damn, Katwoman, where did you get this pussy from?” he groaned as her pussy grabbed his cock in its jaws and held on.

“I bought it in a pet shop,” she told him as she found his nipples through his costume and tweaked them. “You want to buy one?”

“I want to buy this one,” he groaned again as he thrust his cock inside her, pulled it back and paused.

“The shop had lots of other pussies; some of them were much cuter, some of them were even fluffier. Why buy this one when you can go and choose any one you like?”

“Another one wouldn’t bite like this one.” He bared his teeth as he tried to stop himself from cumming.

“I guess you are right, I trained this pussy to be a wild cat!” She swiftly rotated her hips and he came seconds later.

“God! Your pussy is turning me into a teenaged boy!” Jeremy couldn’t understand it—he was Mr Control and this woman was making him cum at will.

“Shugs, you know you’re always better the second time around,” she soothed as she sat up and wrapped her lips around his cock.

[cuckoobirdee]

“That woman’s a bitch! I can’t believe you made me pay all that money just to be insulted.”

Amanda smiled as she listened to Mike’s words.

“I don’t know why you keep going on about Katwoman—you got your money’s worth of other pussy.” Jeremy put his hand behind his head and stretched lazily.

“Yes, but the bitch spoiled the night for me.”

“Well, I had a great time myself—the other women were very eager to please,” Daniel piped in. “You were right about her pussy and that mouth of hers though. If I go back I’ll stay far away from her.”

“Well, I am not going back!”

No one wants you back anyway, Mike.

“I can’t get enough of that pussy of hers. I’ll keep going back until she gives me her number,” Jeremy said, with a little smile.

“When the bitch dumps you don’t ask me to help you drown your sorrows.” Mike walked away in disgust.

Have you made that appointment with your doctor yet, Mikey?

Amanda smiled. She’d always tried to be pleasant hoping that people would say, ‘she is not pretty but at least she’s nice’. Her Katsuit allowed her to be a superbitch, and it felt so fucking good!

“Mandy, can you get me a coffee?” She looked up. Jeremy was holding up his cup, looking expectantly across at her. She looked blankly back at him and he continued, “You make it just the way I like.”

The only time he ever spoke to her was when he wanted a cup of coffee.

“Get it your damn self!” she hissed at him, leaning over the workstation. He almost fell off his chair. “And my fucking name is Amanda!”

“Sorry!” He smiled at her in apology. “Can I get you one?”

“Yes, please.” She smiled in return and handed him her cup. “Cream, no sugar.”

She couldn’t believe he’d asked her if she wanted a cuppa after she hissed at him like a snake! This bitching thing was working better than she’d imagined.

By the end of the day she saw the rest of their colleagues looking over at her and Jeremy strangely. They were so used to him completely ignoring her, everyone was curious when he suddenly started talking to her.

[cuckoobirdee]

By the next Freaknight she and Jeremy were actually sharing jokes across their workstations. That evening when he entered looking magnificent in his costume, she decided she was going to give him a nice bit of pussy for turning out to be quite a decent guy after all.

“Hi Bhatman!” She crept up behind him and cupped his crotch.

“Hey, baby!” He turned around and smiled down at her. “Miss me?”

“Sorry, no. Been too busy giving head to give you a thought.”

“You know how to made a guy feel bad, don’t you?”

“The cattiness comes with the suit, shugs.” She sensed she had hurt his feelings just a bit so she decided to stroke his ego. “But I did remember your big cock and the sweet fucking you gave me the last time you were here.”

“So are you going to let me fuck you again tonight?” he asked eagerly.

“I’m free at the moment. Spiderguy just pulled his long leg out my pussy.”

She held his hand, led the way up to a vacant bedroom on the second floor and pushed him onto the bed for a 69. She pulled his cock from his costume and gave him the best head she had given anyone since she started Freaknight. She polished his knob for just over ten and a half minutes without letting him cum once although she herself came twice.

When she turned over and opened her legs for him, his cock was rock hard. He entered her and came in six strokes.

“Don’t worry, shugs,” she commiserated at his crestfallen face. “I’m yours for the rest of the night, so take your time.”

He collapsed on the bed beside her.

“Are you going to give me your number tonight?” he asked her as he rolled her right nipple firmly between his fingers.

“I live with a man, shugs, I can’t give you the digits.”

“What about your mobile number?

“Suppose you call me and he is right there? I can’t take that chance.”

“I need to see you before next month. Your pussy’s got me so sprung I haven’t fucked my girlfriend in weeks. When I was fucking her all I keep thinking is that her pussy’s nothing like yours. ”

“You better fuck her before another man does!” Amanda warned him.

“I don’t even care. Right now all I am living for are Freaknights.”

“While we’re lying, time’s a flying. Let’s get back to fucking.” Talking to him was too dangerous, her accent might slip or she might call him by his real name.

He sat up and sucked on her nipples. She reached down and stroked his cock.

“I would love to see your body out of this Katsuit.”

No you wouldn’t, Jeremy.

When she went home after each Freaknight she had to exhale fully to peel the suit off her body. It had been a little easier to pull on earlier because she was finally beginning to see some results from her exercise regime but she was nowhere near ready to show her body to Jeremy or anyone else.

“I have never come across a pussy like this before.” Bhatman’s face looked like he was in pain as he slipped his cock inside her again.

“They are very rare—only one woman in every million has one,” she informed him as she started to gyrate.

“Don’t move your waist!” He held her hips in an iron grip and started to rotate his waist as he pushed his cock slowly in and out of her.

“Okay, you do what you want with this pussy, shugs.”

[cuckoobirdee]

“What are you going to do with two months’ leave?” Jeremy demanded as she tidied her desk, six weeks later.

“Have a ball—sleep late, watch DVDs, overeat—the usual things.”

“For two months?”

“Are you going to miss me?” she teased.

“Actually I will,” he admitted.

“I’ll miss you too, babes.”

“You better give me your mobile number so I can call you and give you a dirty joke every now and again.”

“Okay.” She wrote it down on a piece of paper and passed it over the workstation.

“Don’t you want mine?” he asked her in surprise as she continued to tidy her desk.

“Only if you want to give it to me. I don’t want to cause any trouble between you and your girlfriend.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. My girlfriend and I have split up. I moved back to my own place last week.” He handed her his number on a square of paper.

“Well, it’s 5.30—time to go.” She grabbed her handbag.

“Do you want to go for a quick drink?”

“Okay.”

Was he feeling alright?

Jeremy took a swig of his beer as soon as the bartender placed it in front of him and said, “I want to apologize again for ignoring you all these years.”

“It’s alright, everyone else did.”

“I know but I was sitting the closest to you, I should have made more of an effort.”

“It was partly my fault too. I let myself be ignored.”

“I can’t believe how funny you turned out to be.” Jeremy smiled across at her.

She couldn’t believe how funny she turned out to be!

“At least you never made comments about me being beaten with an ugly stick or being greedy and going back for a double portion of ugliness,” she remarked with a smile.

“You heard Mike’s comments?” Jeremy asked, looking apologetic.

“I think he meant for me to hear him.”

“I am sorry. But you know Mike.”

“He probably has a small cock so he tries to play the big man.”

Jeremy laughed. “I can’t believe I just heard you say the word ‘cock’!”

“Would you prefer dick or prick?”

Jeremy laughed again. “You know the guys think you’re still a virgin?”

“Me?” She put her hand on her chest and laughed in disbelief.

“Yes, once they were even going to try and see who could sleep with you but I told them to back off.”

“When was this?”

“About two years ago. We were having a drink at the pub and your name came up.”

“What would have been the prize for the guy who slept with me?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have told you.” Jeremy’s face sobered. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she told him. “I just thought no one knew I was alive. I can’t believe they’d have a discussion about me when they were sitting around having a good time.”

“Actually, I think Mike brought your name up and the other guys joined in.”

“Let me guess—Mike said something like: if he accidentally slept with me when he was drunk and woke up in the morning with his cock still inside me, he’d break it off and leave it there rather than wake me.”

Jeremy laughed out loud. “Amanda, you are insane. I can’t believe you sat at your desk for three years and kept your mouth shut! All the guys in the office are scared of you now. Mike even says you remind him of a woman we met a while back.”

Shit!

“What woman?” she asked nonchalantly.

“We went to a sort of meeting and the woman really insulted him.” Amanda liked the way he neatly avoided telling her about Freaknight. “Actually it was good to see someone give him a bit of his own medicine.”

She looked at her watch, drained her glass and reluctantly got to her feet. “Jeremy, I have to go. I have someone coming over later.”

“I’ll call you.” He got up and kissed her cheek before she left.

[cuckoobirdee]

“Come on Amanda! One, two, three—” Phillip broke off as her mobile phone rang. “Switch that damn thing off!”

It was ten thirty in the morning and she was already covered in a thin film of perspiration. She checked the number—it was the office and the only person there who had her mobile number was Jeremy.

“Just give me a minute, Phillip.” She headed for the bedroom as she pressed the button to take the call. “Hello?”

“Hi! You sound out of breath.” Jeremy’s sexy voice sounded like brown velvet.

“I was in the middle of a workout.”

Phillip put his head around her bedroom door and scowled at her. She ignored him, so he shouted, “Amanda, I’m waiting.”

“Don’t let me keep you from your workout.” Jeremy’s voice was suddenly as cold as deep winter.

He sounded jealous!

“Yes, let me go before he gets annoyed. Thanks for calling.” She closed the phone and walked back to the living room where Phillip was waiting impatiently.

“Sorry, sweets, I’ll make it up to you later.” She promised him with a wink—she was going to ‘punk’ his old ass out for interrupting her important phone call. She was hoping for a new record too!

[cuckoobirdee]

“You didn’t tell me you had a man,” Jeremy commented as he ran his finger down the chilled glass of beer in front of him.

“You never asked me.”

He had called her every day since the day Phillip had rudely interrupted their phone call. This morning he had asked her if she wanted to meet for a drink after he’d finished work, as they had done the previous Friday evening.

“So, is it serious?”

She shrugged and took a sip of her Bacardi and coke. “We are not married. Why do you want to know anyway?”

“I was just curious.” He shrugged.

“Curiosity killed the cat, big boy,” she drawled, Katwomanesque.

His head snapped up but she looked innocently back at him and he relaxed again.

“How is work?” she asked, changing the topic.

“Boring as hell without you, I can’t imagine why you need a two-month vacation.”

“I hadn’t taken any leave since I started working with the company. My annual leave was just piling up.”

“But you could have taken it a week at a time.”

“You are just annoyed because you have to work harder in my absence.”

“No,” he denied, holding her gaze. “I miss you. The days just seem to drag on without you there to give me one of your wisecracks. Mike’s been saying that I look like a lost dog without my bitch.”

She smiled and suggested, “We could meet again for a drink next Friday.”

“Actually I have to be somewhere next Friday.”

Me too, big boy.

“Okay then, maybe the Friday after that.”

“I guess you’d be too busy with your man to meet me on Saturday instead.”

“Much too busy.” She couldn’t believe she just said that! It was as close to a date as she was going to get with the Great and she’d turned it down!

He nodded, raised his glass and took a good swig.

“I’m on a losing streak at the moment. I am interested in two women and they both already have men.”

“Why did you break up with your girlfriend?”

“We’ve always had an open relationship, yet when I told her about a woman I’d slept with recently who has the tightest pussy known to man, she asked me to pack my things.”

“That’ll do it every time.”

“Is your man jealous?” he asked, gesturing a repeat round to the bartender.

“As soon as I find one, I will let you know.”

“Amanda, do you have a man or not?”

“I am not seeing anyone at the moment.”

“So who was the guy on Monday?”

“Just a man I used to pay to give me a regular workout.”

“You used to pay a man for sex?”

“Why? Would you have fucked me for free?”

“Why can’t you ever give a straight answer?” Jeremy asked in exasperation and took another gulp of his beer.

“Okay. The guy was my personal trainer but I used to give him head.”

She almost ended up with a faceful of beer as Jeremy choked. “You’re joking right?”

“No, I am very serious. I used to workout with him six days a week and only had to pay him half price. I saved over a hundred pounds by giving him head once a week.”

Jeremy sat looking at her as if she’d grown another head.

“If you ever need head, let me know, I’ll give you some,” she continued casually.

“Amanda, please be serious!”

“I am serious.”

“Are you saying you’d suck my cock for me, just like that?”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t give you any pussy.”

“My place or yours?” Jeremy obviously thought she was joking.

“Let’s go to your place.” She got up, pulled on her jacket and stood looking down at him expectantly. “That way if you miss my mouth you’ll have to clean the mess up afterwards, not me.”

Jeremy stared up at her. “Amanda, don’t jerk my strings. I haven’t had sex in almost three weeks, I am like a firecracker.”

“So let’s get out of here before you explode.”

Forty minutes later, as soon as they walked into his flat, she pushed him into a chair and knelt in front of it. She quickly opened his trousers and pulled his erect cock out of his boxers.

“Stay well back, let me handle this firecracker—I have been specially trained to defuse explosive devices.” She ran her tongue around the head and gathered a drop of his pre-cum. “Tasty.”

When she slid his cock into her throat he moaned and put both his hands on her head. She prolonged the ‘heading’. She didn’t want him to associate it with her fast and nasty performances at Freaknight but she wanted it to be equally good.

He took the hairpins out of her hair one at a time and ran his fingers through her almost waist-length hair as he moaned her name repeatedly. Every time he seemed set to cum she stopped, until finally he couldn’t take it anymore, he gripped her head, pushed his cock deep into her throat and exploded.

“Fuck!” he said loudly as he shot the last spurt of his cum down her throat.

She gave his cock a last lick and smiled up at him. “I assume that means you liked it?”

“Fuck!” he said again and leaned back against the chair. “Where did you learn to give head like that?”

“I took a short, intensive course.” She looked at her watch. “I don’t want to miss Law and Order, would you like a second spit and polish or—”

“Fuck, yes!” he agreed eagerly.

[cuckoobirdee]

“So Bhatman, you missed me?”

He spun around and looked down at Katwoman, his lips parted in a sexy smile.

“A bit, but I got some head last Friday that was as good as yours.”

“I give the best head in London,” she bragged. “The only person who could give you better head is another man and I didn’t think you swung both ways.”

“It was another woman and she was very good.”

“The bitch must be ugly,” she taunted.

“She is not ugly.”

“Did you see her in the light?” She couldn’t resist the opportunity to find out exactly what he thought of her.

“She is my work colleague.”

“Still sounds ugly to me.”

“She has perfect skin, a great smile and a sexy body.”

She was a little disappointed that he didn’t say that she was pretty, yet glad in a way that he had been honest. At least he had noticed her best features and thought her body was sexy. She smiled. “Let’s find a bedroom so you can compare our techniques.”

She led him to a nearby bedroom but backed out when she realized that it was already occupied. Some women didn’t bother to lock the door or use the ‘Don’t disturb—I’m fucking’ signs Amanda had specially commissioned. The exhibitionist bitch on the bed had probably wanted witnesses to her three-in-one feat; a cock in every opening except for ears and nose.

The next bedroom was free. Amanda pushed Bhatman down onto the bed and freed his cock. She deliberately used a similar technique to the one she’d used the previous Friday and sensed his total confusion. Before he came, she sat up and commanded him to eat her pussy. When he straightened up to stick his cock in her she said, “Enjoy this pussy because I won’t be here the next time.”

“Why not?”

“I fancy a night-in with my man.”

He pulled his cock back and tried to stuff it into his costume.

“What’s the matter now?” she demanded.

“I am tired of playing games with you.” He turned and walked out of the room.

Shit! She blew it! She had hoped to get a last round of cock before she checked into the Harley Street clinic in the morning. She wasn’t going to see him for another six weeks! Scrambling off the bed she ran after him and barely caught him as he was about to go through the door.

“I’m sorry, big boy.”

He stood stubbornly at the entrance until she cupped his crotch and whispered, “You are the only one in here I ever let fuck this pussy.”

He suddenly grabbed her arm and frog-marched her to the bedroom. He didn’t say a word as he pulled his semi-hard cock out and quickly stroked it to readiness. When she opened her zipper he pushed two fingers in her pussy and finger-fucked her as he took one of her nipples between his teeth.

“Oh yes, big boy, yes!”

She decided she was going to let him do his thing tonight. When he pushed his cock into her, she relaxed and let her pussy close gently over it. She wrapped her arms around him and let him drive his cock into her pussy again and again.

[cuckoobirdee]

Two days later as she lay with her face covered in bandages she thought of the sweet piece of shafting he had given her and smiled. Or tried to smile. It fucking hurt to move her facial muscles.

She wasn’t expecting to be a raving beauty when the bandages came off but she hoped that with her nose back where it used to be before Lamar had pushed it to one side and her ears against her head like regular people, she would look half-decent.

Her plastic surgeon was urging her to have laser eye surgery but she wasn’t sure if he had her welfare at heart or was just trying to drum up business for his colleague. He had said she needed some liposuction but she had refused—she had sweated to lose twenty pounds so far, she was willing to sweat some more to lose the rest.

[cuckoobirdee]

Her head still felt strange without the weight of her hair as she walked into the office six weeks later. When the image consultant had suggested cutting her hair short she had immediately said, “no” but the woman had reminded her that she no longer needed it to cover her ears, and Amanda had let herself be talked around to the idea.

Only three of the sixteen workstations were occupied. None of her colleagues looked up as she settled herself in her chair and switched on her computer.

Five minutes later Jeremy walked in. “Amanda!”

He sounded so pleased to see her. She looked up at him with a smile. His eyes widened as he stared at her—his mouth opened but no sound came out.

“Hi, Jeremy.”

She could understand his shock—the surgeon had done a fantastic job. He had wanted to give her a slimmer nose but she opted for her old nose less the crookedness. Her ears were against her head where they belonged and she’d had the laser eye surgery. Her short hair framed a face which had suddenly developed interesting angles with her thirty-five pound weight loss. No supermodel, but the very best Amanda she could possibly be.

“Fuck me!” Jeremy forgot that he was in an office.

“Your place or mine?” She winked at him.

“Oh—my—god!” Bernice, one of her female colleagues looked like she was about to pass out as she caught sight of Amanda.

Within a minute everyone in the office, except Mike, was crowded around her desk.

“I wouldn’t have recognised you on the street.” Daniel touched her hair. “You look so good.”

“What’s going on here?” Pierce, the manager came down from his ivory tower to see what the commotion was. He looked at Amanda blankly before he asked, “Are you new here?”

“It’s Amanda!” Bernice informed him.

“Which Amanda?” He still looked as blank as a plank.

“Amanda Knox. She’s only been working here for the last three years,” Bernice elaborated.

“Oh! Amanda!” His face still had the wooden look and Amanda realized that the man didn’t know she existed.

“Yes, Pierce, the same Amanda who punched you in the gut when you put your hand up her skirt,” she clarified. The man had almost fingered her and forgot. Bastard!

Everyone quickly found their workstations and suddenly got extremely busy. Pierce slunk back to his room and for about half an hour there was complete silence in the office.

[cuckoobirdee]

“I can’t believe Pierce tried to feel you up and you let everyone know!” Jeremy was still amused as they left the office that evening.

“I should have reported the old fucker or sued the company!”

“How long ago was this?”

“It happened a week after I’d joined the company. He asked me to stay and do some extra work. The next thing I knew we were the only two people in the office and his hand was under my skirt. I punched him so hard I thought I’d killed him—he went down like lead!” Pierce had caught her at a bad time, she had been in a hitting mood—she had busted Lamar’s kneecap only the week before so she had still been in full swing.

Jeremy’s face sobered suddenly. “I’ve been calling you every day for the last six weeks, why didn’t you answer your mobile?”

“I wasn’t ready for my close-up, darling!”

“I thought something had happened to you.”

“Did you miss me or the head?”

“I missed you.”

“Shame because I was going to suggest going back to yours for a bit of heading.”

Jeremy stopped and spun her to face him. “Let’s go for a drink. I want to talk to you seriously.”

[cuckoobirdee]

“You want to be my man?” Amanda asked shocked, minutes later. “What about the woman you are sexually attracted to?”

“She has a man already.”

“Didn’t you know that before you told your girlfriend about her?”

“Yes.”

“So you want her, but you would settle for me. No thanks.”

“I want you too.”

“I see. You want us both?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Good night, Jeremy. Talk to me when you have simplified your life.”

“Don’t go!” He caught her hand and pulled her back down beside him. “Okay, I am going to see her next Friday and tell her it’s over.”

“Don’t let me make you do anything you don’t want to do. I will gladly give you the occasional blowjob but until you stop fucking that other bitch I am not giving you any pussy.”

“If I promise not to fuck her, will you give me some pussy tonight?”

“No, you have to tell her it’s over first. Her tight pussy might be sweeter than mine. If I give you some pussy now and it is not as good as hers, you will still fuck her next Friday. You have to take a chance on giving up her pussy for some unknown pussy.” He looked so disappointed she decided to give him a little consolation prize. “It’s a tough choice, but let me give you some head tonight, it might help you make up your mind.”

[cuckoobirdee]

She was feeling fine—the night was young and she could breathe comfortably in her Katwoman costume. She had continued the exercises although Phillip had failed to show after she had ‘punked’ him in fifty-eight seconds.

There’s my man!

Bhatman was just coming through the door, his massive shoulders looking amazing in the suit. She sneaked up to him from the back, as usual, pressing herself against his firm ass.

“Hey Bhatman! Did this big boy miss me?” she asked as she stroked his cock.

“Hi Katwoman.” He grabbed her wandering hand. “I need to talk to you.”

She turned and walked towards the only unoccupied bedroom. “What’s to talk about, shugs? I haven’t seen you in two months my pussy has been crying for this big boy.”

“I am seeing someone else and you have a man.”

“I was just joking about having a man, shugs. I give the other guys in here head but this pussy hasn’t been fucked by anyone but you in the past two years.” She took his hand, pushed it into her costume and rubbed it over her pussy. “Feel all that lovely pussy juice, flowing just for your big cock. Are you going to disappoint poor pussy?”

“You told me you had a man, now I have committed myself to someone else.”

“Committed—sounds like you are doing time or a crime.” She stuck his finger inside her pussy, not that he was resisting. “Come on, shugs, stick your finger in there, feel that wild cat hold on to it.”

He pushed a second finger into her and started finger-fucking her as he sucked on her nipple. She stroked his erect cock through his costume before she unzipped the flap and pulled it out.

“Stick that big boy in my pussy right now!”

He pulled himself away, took a step backwards and stood watching her.

“I need to know the truth—do you have a man?”

“Shugs, I swear I’m telling the truth. I’ll even give you my telephone number. Don’t play with kitty, she is hungry! Feed her your big cock.”

He stepped closer, pushed his cock into her and started working it in and out of her. Amanda wanted to squeeze his cock and make him cum in seconds but Katwoman wanted a nice long fuck.

Am I actually jealous of myself?

Either way, I’m getting fucked.

Yes, but he chose Katwoman.