Boots, A Green Suit, And Some Butter
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One Friday morning more than a year after I'd last seen her Laura turned up, 
as they say, out of the blue. I'd switched the radio on and was about to sit 
down to breakfast when the doorbell rang. As I walked down the long corridor 
wondering who would call at such a time I could make out a female shape with 
blonde hair through the frosted glass of the battered old front door. I 
opened it to reveal one of those glorious, crisp winter mornings that to me 
will always be London, and there stood Laura; gorgeous, tanned and green 
eyed, her breath steaming in the cool morning air.

"Hi Steven, how are you doin'?" she asked and stepped forward to kiss me on 
the cheek.

"Laura, wow! How are you doing? Come in, come in!" I said as I stood aside 
and ushered her towards the kitchen.

"You should have called," I said following her, "Jim left about fifteen 
minutes ago."

The smell of that wonderful expensive perfume that I can never remember the 
name of wafted behind her and in an instant all the feelings about her that 
I'd thought I'd exorcised were upon me again.

"I spoke to him last night," she said, turning around and flashing me a 
brilliant smile, "he said it was okay to come around this morning and 
collect the last of my stuff - some CDs and things."

I thought it was bizarre - she'd split up with Jim eighteen months before. 
He'd left earlier than usual that morning and I hadn't had a chance to speak 
to him. As I walked behind her I felt my heart beating with, well, I don't 
know what.

"You don't have to go to work just yet, do you?" she asked.

"No, no, plenty of time. Would you like some breakfast?"

"A cup of tea would be great."

"Okay, white no sugar?"

"Well remembered."

We walked into the small kitchen and faced each other again.

"It's a long way to come for some stuff," I said, "do you still live in 
Putney?"

"Yeah, but I stayed at deirdre's last night. You remember my friend deirdre, 
in Loughton? I thought I'd stop in on the way to work, and I haven't seen 
you for a while, and Jim said you were going to disappear on your travels 
again. Are you still working in the City, can I give you a lift?" she asked.

"Yeah, thanks. Anyway, take your coat off for a few minutes and sit down," I 
said trying to take in all she'd just rattled off but struggling to work out 
her motive for coming.

This was the second time I'd seen her since she and Jim had split up and she 
seemed anxious. We'd lived as housemates for two years and I knew she talked 
a lot when she was nervous.

She took her coat off and slid a cream-coloured silk scarf from around her 
neck, pausing to run a small hand through the delightful shoulder-length 
blonde ringlets that I'd always adored. I smiled as I remembered how I'd 
been devastated when she'd had her hair straightened.

"Looking good," I said, glancing at her short black skirt, tanned legs and, 
to my delight, long black boots with thick high heels. It wasn't a look I 
imagined she'd ever go for, but she'd pulled it off in style. You'd never 
know she was Irish until she spoke.

"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself. That green is good on you," she said as 
she touched the sleeve of my suit jacket.

"Oh, thanks, it's an Armani," I said, and immediately felt stupid. I didn't 
play those games, but something had made blurt it out in a pathetic attempt 
to impress her.

She sat down and looked around as I made her tea.

"How long has it been, a year?" she asked.

"Thirteen months," I said, too quickly, then blushed, "em, on my birthday. 
Remember you came to that pub in Chinatown."

"Oh yeah."

There were about ten seconds of awkward silence.

"So," she said finally, "Jim said you were going to South America this 
time?"

"Yeah, I'll be in Rio for the Mardi Gras, then take it from there."

"That's only a couple of weeks away, isn't it? How long are you going for?"

"I don't know, I think this is going to be a long one," I said.

Other than resigning from my job and buying the ticket, I hadn't made any 
plans.

"You mean, you might not come back at all?" she asked.

"You never know - I might prefer the lifestyle and the Latin chicks."

Laura gave me a strange glassy-eyed look that at first I thought was of 
approval, but then she went silent again and I wasn't so sure.

"I see Jim's doing some work on the patio," Laura said then, looking out 
into the yard.

"Uh huh, he's got some mates from the pub in, they're doing it at the 
weekends."

"Irish?"

"Yep, a couple of brothers from Leitrim or Roscommon, or somewhere like that 
- real bog trotters," I said as I placed the steaming mug in front of Laura 
and sat down beside her.

She smiled. "Thanks."

I grabbed a slice of toast and spread some butter on it.

"Like some?" I asked.

"No, go ahead... what's so funny?"

I'd been grinning. "Oh, it's just last Saturday, Pat, the younger of the 
brothers came into the kitchen looking for some water," I said.

I recalled him standing outside the back door in his muddy boots and ragged 
jumper, a big moon-faced grin on his red face. I did my best to mimic his 
accent for Laura's benefit - "Eh, how's it goin' - could you get us an aul' 
half bucket of water for mixin' the cement?"

"A half bucket?" Laura laughed.

"It's a well known fact," I said smiling, waving the knife in the air for 
emphasis, "that a half bucket of water is only half as much trouble to fetch 
as a full bucket."

"Ha, ha," Laura laughed even more, "good to see the country boys doing their 
bit for the old Irish stereotypes, god love them"

"Mm, don't yeah know it. Oops, sorry," I said as I noticed a small blob of 
butter had flown through the air from the knife, missed Laura's open-necked 
blouse and landed on her chest.

I got up to get a paper towel and walked over to stand beside her. She 
looked down at her cleavage as I stood there and didn't make any move to 
take the paper from my hand. Without thinking I reached forward and dabbed 
at the softening butter, but not quick enough to catch some that dribbled 
between her generous breasts. I reached down further and wiped in the 
parting, smoothing the melted butter into the crease.

I cleared my throat, then became aware of Laura's warm breath on the back on 
my hand as her chest rose and fell, quickening with what I could only 
imagine was excitement. I got a hollow feeling in my stomach and my heart 
started that whoop-whoop of sickening anticipation. Her small hand came up 
to rest on my arm, just above the wrist.

"I really like that green," she said - my suit, again. Her voice was 
trembling as much as her hand.

"Yeah, you said that already." I was shaky too.

For a second I was afraid she'd move my hand away, but instead she took the 
paper from my fingers and guided my hand under the blouse to the soft skin 
and silky white bra underneath.

"I don't think you got it all," she said.

It was warm, her breast. And beating - her heart was thumping as hard as 
mine now.

"Maybe you need to take the bra off," I croaked. My mouth was dry.

"Do you want to help me?"

I reached down with shaking hands and unbuttoned her blouse from above. I 
had to lean forward to get the buttons at the bottom. Laura's warm hand came 
up to stroke the back of my head. She leaned forward and kissed me on the 
cheek, then bit my earlobe and whispered into my ear with her hot breath.

"You're such a lovely boy Steven," she said, "I always wanted you."

She never shortened my name. I loved that about her. In fact, I loved lots 
of things about her, but never in my wildest fantasies did I dare think she 
might have similar feelings for me.

"Are you going to stand up?" I asked, although I was feeling a bit weak 
myself.

"Sure honey."

Laura got up and looked into my eyes, her legs apart, presenting herself for 
my inspection, showing off her sexiness in the boots. She slipped the 
unbuttoned blouse from her shoulders and reached behind to unhook the silky 
white bra holding her heavy tits. She leaned forward and dropped the bra to 
the floor. I reached out to touch the pendulous globes with large raw 
nipples and moaned when my hands were enveloped in their warm softness. I 
took her in my arms and we kissed like teenagers - wet and messy and 
shameless in the kitchen on a workday morning. The ridiculousness of the 
situation occurred to me, but we carried on nevertheless.

After about a minute we broke apart and stared at each other, breathless.

"What do you want to do honey?" Laura asked.

I placed a finger between her breasts where I'd rubbed the butter in.

"How about more of the same?" I asked.

Laura looked at me quizzically as I reached to the butter on the table and 
scooped some up on two fingers. I split it in two and pressed the palms of 
my hands against her nipples, then rubbed them around, softening the butter 
and coating the twin tulips of flesh. I cupped my palms underneath her tits 
and lifted them to feel their weight. The desire to lean forward was 
irresistible.

"Oh god Steven - oh baby."

Her oily tits tasted good but my excitement was building fast. I came back 
up to kiss her with my buttery mouth. We slobbered over each other again and 
her hand pressed against my groin. I broke away, took my jacket off and 
threw it to the floor.

"What about the skirt?" I asked, wanting to see her pussy.

Laura looked at me, then down to her skirt. It dropped to the floor. She 
stood there in boots and black knickers - so fucking hot! I pulled my tie 
over my head and began unbuttoning the shirt.

"And the knickers," I said. She moved to take them off. It seemed the right 
thing to do, to command her and have her obey. I got the feeling she wasn't 
going to refuse any request. It had never been like this with us, we'd 
always had respect for each other, never daring to step over the line I now 
knew we'd both wanted to. But the dynamic had shifted that morning. Laura 
and Jim had split up a long time ago and as far as I was aware there wasn't 
any animosity between them. Laura and I were free to do what we liked. That 
included me telling her what to do and her obeying without question. I was 
taking control of the situation and it was turning her on, I could tell.

In a moment of excited realisation I knew I'd had it all wrong before. 
Treating Laura as an equal was never going to work - she needed to be put in 
her place, to be humiliated. Knowing I would have to play my part to the 
full to bring it off I grabbed a chair and pushed it towards her. She was 
now naked except for the boots.

"Put one leg up on there," I said, pointing to the chair, "and rub some 
butter into your pussy."

She complied, as I expected. I bent down to pull my shoes and socks off as 
Laura faced me and lifted a sexy black-booted leg onto the chair. As I had 
hoped, the dark hair between her legs parted and I saw the pinkness of the 
inside of her pussy as she brought her fingers forward. I pulled my trousers 
and boxers off and walked towards her.

"You like this?" I asked.

"Oh yeah!" she gasped, staring into my eyes in wonder at the change in my 
personality, fingering herself almost as an afterthought.

I put more butter on my fingers and got down on my knees in front of her 
obscenely exposed pussy.

"Aaahhh!!"

Laura moaned when my fingers came in contact with her wetness, joined her 
fingers in parting the wet folds, and pushed up into her slick insides. I 
probed around for several seconds then stood up to face her again. I put my 
wet finger in her mouth. I think she liked the taste of her pussy juice 
mingled with the butter.

Laura touched me then. An oily hand came down and cupped my scrotum. My 
balls tightened deliciously in her fingers. Then she started pulling my 
thickening cock.

"Yesssss," I hissed.

I don't know where the idea came from but I felt compelled to grab her 
wrist. She looked surprised, and I turned her around to the table. I reached 
for my tie and her scarf and walked to the other side.

"Hands!" I snapped and reached over to grab them.

"Bend over," I growled, pushing the loop of the tie around a thin wrist.

"Oh yeah," Laura moaned as she bent over the table. I saw her spread her 
legs and push her bum out, the better to present her pussy for fucking. I 
got hard.

I got down on my knees and tied her hand to a table leg. Laura placed her 
other hand flat on the table, eager for me to do that one too. I tied it to 
the other leg with her scarf, probably ruining it in the process, but I 
didn't care.

I stood up and walked back around to inspect her from behind, my breath now 
coming in gasps.

"This is what you came her for, isn't it?" I asked.

Laura looked towards the wall with her cheek resting on the table but she 
didn't say anything.

"Yeah, this is what you want," I continued, "to be tied up and fucked from 
behind."

While she looked sexy from behind, the effect wasn't quite right - her legs 
were still free. The drawer underneath the one for the cutlery had some 
useful stuff, I remembered. When I pulled it open I gave a satisfied grunt 
and picked up the twine. I've no idea why any of us would have waned to use 
it in the past, but it was perfect for what I had in mind.

I stood behind Laura and resisted the urge to both spank her and get down on 
my knees and eat her pussy. The twine was thin and rough and would leave 
marks on her skin - when I tied it tightly enough. I'd taken the scissors 
from the same drawer and cut a length. I pulled Laura's legs further apart 
until the toe of each boot touched the inside of a table leg, then wrapped 
the twine in loops around her thigh, tying it to the table just above the 
level of her boot. I repeated the process with the other leg then smacked 
her cute little bum.

"Uh, yeah," Laura grunted in encouragement.

The effect was stunning. I couldn't believe how in a matter of minutes we'd 
gone from friendly good-to-see-you-again chat to the sight now in front of 
me - Laura tied and bent over the kitchen table, panting in anticipation, 
waiting to be fucked. I could see her pussy lips were swollen and moist.

"Oh Steven, are you going to fuck me now?" she moaned.

She was squirming on the table and I was holding back, enjoying her 
discomfort. The sight of that aching need for sex in a woman made me shiver. 
Yes, they got it too I mused, looking at her bent over like a bitch in heat 
- begging for it.

I got down on my knees and placed a hand on the inside of each leg just 
above the boot, bringing them all the way up her thighs to meet at the dark 
hairs and swollen lips of her pussy. I leaned forward and positioned my head 
underneath in such a way as to put my tongue right inside her when I used 
the thumb of each hand to part the delicious pussy lips. I devoured her 
pungent smell and juiciness.

I leaned back then and touched her buttocks with light strokes of my 
fingertips, moving them around her bum, rising goose bumps on her soft 
flesh. I kissed each buttock and brought my fingers back down to the split 
in her cheeks then finally, finally eased them apart to expose her anus. I 
held it open for a few seconds and savoured the sight I'd fantasised about 
so many times. Here it was, the tiniest of openings presented to me, there 
for the taking. I pointed my tongue and directed it to the centre of her 
most secret orifice.

"Aaaaaaaaahh - Omygod what are you doing?"

I knew she hadn't expected that.

"It's something I've always wanted to do with you," I said.

Laura was straining against the ropes as I stood up and I could sense the 
beginnings of doubt in her mind, the suspicion that she was in the presence 
of a pervert and was powerless to do anything about it. I'd been there 
before. On several occasions I'd touched girls right on their anus, in some 
cases to their horror, but every time they ended up loving it once I'd 
convinced them to go with the feeling rather than worrying about what other 
people said was dirty or forbidden. Laura would be my next convert and I 
wanted to make it good for her.

I picked up the butter again and broke a piece the size of a thumbnail off. 
I placed it on the pad of my index finger and presented it to her anus. She 
jerked under me.

"Uh, Steven, I don't know..."

"Sssh, just relax."

The butter melted and I rubbed it around her tightness. I used a little 
pressure on the centre then rubbed in small circles around the darker ring. 
When I returned to the anus I pressed and twisted and pushed inside her.

"Uh," Laura moaned when I pushed past the tight muscles into the soft warm 
void of her bowels. I twisted my finger around, inspecting her.

"Try to relax," I said, " I don't want it to hurt when I put my cock 
inside."

"Oh Steven!"

By this stage I was rubbing more butter onto my cock with my free hand, 
slicking myself up, preparing for my favourite fantasy.

"You ready honey?" I asked.

"I think...oh!"

I removed my finger and replaced it at the opening of Laura's bum with my 
stiff oily cock. I left it there for a couple of seconds, letting her feel 
me, anticipate me. I saw her take a deep breath.

"Go on, put it in," she gasped.

I began to push - it was excruciating. For a few dreadful seconds I though 
she was too tight and I'd never get to complete the ultimate act of filth 
I'd dreamed about. I was trying to push my way into a hole that got tighter 
and tighter the further in I went. Just as I was considering giving up and 
contemplating having to use her pussy to complete the job, I felt her anal 
resistance beginning to give way.

"Duh!" I gasped as my thick knob pushed past the last of the series of 
muscles and I slid into her hotness. It felt like she was sucking me into 
the warmth.

"Mmm, oh yeah honey, right into me," Laura moaned.

In a few seconds she'd taken my whole length inside. More than anything I 
remember the tightness of the anal muscles squeezing the base of my cock 
like a thick elastic band, throbbing and warm and welcoming. I was in 
ecstasy as I leaned over the table and looked down at Laura's back and 
brought my hand up to the back of her neck and twisted my fingers into the 
delicious blonde ringlets there.

Laura turned her head and looked into my eyes with lust.

"Pull my hair!"

I was taken aback at first, but then I jerked her head back by her hair so 
roughly that she made a sound that I imagined she'd make if she was being 
raped. That didn't stop me though. I started to pull out and push back into 
her in long delicious strokes and I brought two hands up to pull her hair, 
lifting her head up from the table in the process and causing her heavy 
breasts to rub against the rough wood of the pine table below, stiffening 
her nipples again.

"Nnnn," she moaned.

I picked up the pace and before I knew it I was pumping her, heaving and 
slapping and quickening to a pace that I knew couldn't last, then easing 
back again to the long smooth strokes. I was like I was stretching her bowel 
out, testing it for comfort.

When I felt my orgasm start to build I couldn't control the words, they 
started spewing from my mouth. Laura gave back as good as she got.

"Oh honey, I'm going to blast up your arse, you'll be shitting spunk for a 
week."

"Yeah Steven, pump me, fill my arse with your spunk. I want to feel it - 
lovely and hot!"

"Are you going to come see me in Rio?" I asked between thrusts.

"Yeah, I want some more of this," Laura said.

"I'll fuck the shit out of you," I said, "aaaaah I'm close honey, I'll tie 
you up and fuck your arse every day - I'll owe it to you - for coming all 
that way to get your arse filled with spunk."

Laura started shivering underneath me and was building to an orgasm. All of 
a sudden it was upon her and she bucked against me. I let go of her hair and 
reached down to hold her waist and stared at my cock sliding in and out of 
her bum and the sight of her sexy boots and her tied down at my mercy.

I began pumping with frantic strokes and roared as my orgasm joined hers and 
I spurted inside her. I heaved and spewed a gusher into her bowels, waves of 
hot spunk flowing from me into her sweet filthy hole. When my cock stopped 
twitching I collapsed on her sweaty back, gasping, my heart beating faster 
than I can ever remember.

With a feeling of sickening dread I heard a noise at the front door. For a 
split second I was convinced Jim had come back home for some reason and was 
going to walk into a scene of complete mayhem in his kitchen. I felt Laura's 
ringpiece give an involuntary squeeze around the base of my softening cock 
as the same thing obviously occurred to her. The last of my spunk dribbled 
into her.

Thankfully, the noise of the letterbox flapping made me realise it was only 
the postman, but it brought back to reality. I extracted my cock from 
Laura's bum and stared as a thin stream of cum slid out of her rudely 
exposed hole.

I had to use the scissors to cut the twine and I untied her hands from the 
binds to the table legs. I sat down on the chair as my breathing returned to 
normal and I watched Laura pick up her clothes, staying remarkably neutral 
to the sight of her just-fucked bumhole as she bent over.

"Do you need to take a shower?" I asked, and I meant it, but I was just as 
desperate for something to say.

"Yeah, can you get me a towel?"

"Sure."

I got up and we stared at each other. Another awkward silence, both of us 
wondering if what had happened was a one-off or the beginning of something 
more serious. I wasn't in the mood for pussy footing around and placed my 
hands on Laura's flushed cheeks and leaned forward to kiss her.

"I was serious," I said, "y'know, about you coming to see me in South 
America."

"I'd love to - I mean, I will. But first, you sweet naughty boy, are you 
going to join me in the shower?" she asked.

"Love to," I said.

My suit was in disarray on the floor. The jacket had two large stains from 
when I'd kissed Laura after rubbing the butter into her tits. She saw it 
too.

"Oh no, your suit's ruined," she said sadly.

"Yeah," I replied, but I really didn't care.

It was worth it.