Clare's Descent Pt 1

CLARE'S DESCENT Pt 1 The rain ran down the window as Clare looked out onto the dismal Saturday afternoon. She was on her own again, left to face another weekend of late November gloom as her husband Phill had fun down in London. It had been this way ever since he had moved down there with work. No doubt he was screwing around as he had in the past, but she just shut the thought out as it only made her feel more worthless. She was an attractive woman of 35 with short brown hair and a body that she kept in shape with regular workouts, so why was she being left to wallow in her own pity? Her husband didn?t seem to want her around during the day let alone in his bed so she had to make do with masturbating to the thought of her fantasy man, some nameless lover who would take and use her. This had been a fantasy of hers for a long time but she knew full well that it would never be a reality as it just wasn?t in her to be a sexual animal. Her mobile beeped to snap her out of her trance; she sighed and looked at the SMS. It was Ian; a friend of Phills' who had visited her a few times since she?d been left to fend for herself. He was a movie stunt man who also worked as a lorry driver when jobs were scarce and this was such a time. She read the message, he had just finished work and wondered if she was up for a bit of company? Why not she thought, Ian had been a good friend to Phill and her and it would be nice to have a friendly face to talk to. She sent him a reply and went upstairs to dress. Throwing her dressing gown down on the bed she looked at herself in the full length mirror, admiring her slender legs, tight little arse and pert tits. Her pussy had been neatly trimmed as although Phill didn?t seem to want it any more she took pride in her appearance. As she looked at her naked body a tear rolled down her cheek ? she was in good shape and felt worthless, wasted, and neglected. For the first time she felt like being used by a man, she didn?t care what he did to her, he couldn?t make her feel any worse than she already did. She put on a pair of white knickers followed by jeans but before she could find a bra there was a knock at the door so she just threw on a jumper over her naked breasts before running down the stairs and opening the front door. ?Hi Clare, lovely day!? Ian grinned as he stood in the rain. Clare moved to the side saying ?Come in Ian, you were quick.? ?Yeah, to tell you the truth I was only a couple of miles away when I sent you that text. I dropped the wagon off at the depot and came straight over, hope you don?t mind?? ?No.? said Clare as she closed the door behind him and followed into the front room. ?I wasn?t doing anything, as usual.? ?I?ve brought us some sustenance.? Ian continued and offered her a plastic bag. She looked inside to see a bottle of white wine and four cans of cider. Smiling she went into the kitchen to fetch a couple of glasses. Ian followed saying ?don?t bother with a glass for me ? I?m a straight from the can man.? ?Ok, but I?m not a straight from the bottle girl so I?ll just grab a glass if you can open the wine for me.? Ian took the bottle out of the bag and went over to the drawer for the opener. As Clare opened the cupboard and reached up for a glass, the bottom of her jumper rode up slightly revealing her bare torso. Ian couldn?t help but notice her pale soft skin. It wasn?t the first time he?d noticed how attractive Clare was but this was the first time he planned to see how far he could bring his fantasy into reality. He?d often had a wank in his cab, dreaming of fucking his friends? wife, opening those gorgeous legs and attacking her pussy. He snapped back as Clare closed the cupboard door and went back into the front room. When he entered she was bending down to the CD player to put a bit of background music on. Her arse waving seductively at him and, not for the first time he felt his cock stiffen. They sat on the sofa and chatted and the sound of David Bowie filled the room. They made small talk for a while and the wine began to have its effects on Clare. ?So Phill?s still down in London then?? Ian asked, finishing off his second can. ?Yes and I haven?t heard from him for over a fortnight now. He never calls, doesn?t even text any more. The last time we spoke he said that he?d be in touch soon I mean, what the fuck does that say?? ?Well he?s perhaps very busy.....? but Ian was cut off mid sentence ?Oh fuck off Ian, very busy my arse, he?s probably shagging anything he can get his dick into.? Ian was not expecting what came next. Tears welled up in her eyes and she began to cry. ?You know he?s had affairs before don?t you?? Ian shook his head. ?Three or four at the last count, how do you think that makes me feel eh? I?ll tell you, like shit, worthless. I mean, what?s wrong with me Ian, what?s so unattractive about me that drives him away?? Without thinking she put down her wine glass and pulled her jumper over her head and threw it onto the floor. Her breasts swung into view and Ian could not take his eyes off them. She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. ?What?s wrong with my body Ian?? ?Nothing.? He replied and got up and stood behind her. Looking in the mirror he continued, ?You have a very beautiful body Clare, I don?t know what?s wrong with Phill.? With that he put a hand on either side of her head and began to slowly move them down to her neck and along her shoulders. Clare didn't move so he moved them down her arms then reached in front and cupped both of her tits. She offered no resistance as he began to massage her stiffening nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Clare had very responsive nipples and they seemed to be connected directly to her pussy for as Ian played with her, she felt herself getting wet. ?You?re the first man to touch them in over eight months? she said, through teary eyes. Ian continued stroking her and she just stared at her reflection as one of his rough hands ran down her body, across her stomach and between her legs. She moved her feet a little to allow him easier access to her, not wanting to but unable to stop. She felt so disgusted and appalled at her behavior but found herself leaning back onto him and began to think back to her fantasy. She?d always imagined it would be a total stranger that would take her, never dreaming it would be Ian, but right now she didn?t care. She just wanted to be fucked because that way it would mean that somebody wanted her. Instinctively she reached behind her and felt the large bulge in the front of his cotton work trousers and gave it a squeeze, it was the sign for him to carry on. She felt him undo the single button on her jeans and slide the zip down. As his hand moved inside the denim tears rolled down her face, Ian?s fingers traced the shape of her pussy through the white cotton. She looked up at their reflection, Ian was kissing her neck and squeezing her tits roughly with his other hand. She felt degraded but knew he could do anything to her, it's what she wanted, she didn?t care. His fingers eased their way over the edge of her knickers and onto her skin. He began to probe her pussy and was surprised to feel how wet it was, his finger sliding inside her very easily. She let out a little moan which shocked her, how could she be enjoying this. Ian was a friend who was abusing the trust of that friendship. Or maybe she was fooling herself, maybe it was she that was using him to complete her feelings of helplessness. Either way she was standing in her own house about to be fucked by a man who was not her husband and she was surrendering herself to him. He slowly began to finger fuck her and the kisses on her neck had become bites, he wasn't going to make love to her, just maul and fuck her. Moving in front of her, Ian looked her in the eyes and without saying a word put his hands on her shoulders and guided her down onto her knees. She knelt in front of him and watched as he undid his belt and the five buttons on the front of his trousers. He pulled them down all the way to the floor and Clare was facing the bulge she had felt behind her and almost in slow motion she reached across and pulled his boxers down by the waistband. His cock sprang out and she gasped for he was both thicker and longer than Phill, with a little drop of clear liquid on the tip which showed her that he was turned on. Realising there was no going back she took hold of the shaft with her right hand and opened her mouth. Pulling his foreskin back she licked the drop off the end before guiding the head into her waiting mouth but she wasn?t ready for its salty taste. It had been over a year since she?d gone down on Phill and she?d never really liked it but she buried her face onto the cock and began to suck deeply. Ian looked down at Clare and smiled as she did her best to get as much of him into her mouth as she could. He began to slowly fuck her face, holding the back of her head as he thrust deeper into her willing mouth. He could see her tits swinging below and couldn?t wait to taste the sweetness of her cunt. The thought of this quickened his rhythm and before he could stop himself his balls emptied their load into her throat. Clare gagged as the hot spunk hit her tongue, she tried to swallow some but her reflex was to pull away. As Ian?s cock left her mouth another jet of spunk shot out, this time it sprayed all across her face. He looked down at her, tears drying alongside the spunk that was running down her face and onto her tits. ?If Phill could see his wife now.? He thought. Clare made no attempt to wipe it off, instead she stood up and took off her jeans and knickers, standing in front of Ian completely naked with his spunk all across her face and tits. Lying down on the carpet, she spread her legs and Ian got his first real look at her neatly trimmed pussy. ?Perfect.? He thought and after removing his clothes he lay down in front of her. Opening her legs a little more he got a close look at her wet, swollen pussy that needed fucking so badly, but first he had to taste it. Clare lay back and put one arm across her face, maybe to hide her shame but it was way too late for that. She felt his hot breath close to her pussy and gasped as his tongue began lapping at her lips. He soon found her clit and began to tease it, she responded immediately by gently thrusting up to meet his mouth. He reached up and began squeezing one of her tits as her moans got louder, not caring now, Clare was past caring. She felt her first orgasm begin and grabbed the back of Ian?s head, pulling his hair in an attempt to get more of his tongue inside her. With a scream and one almighty shudder she came like she never had with her husband, forcing her pussy onto Ian?s mouth and wrapping her legs around his head. He looked up to see her eyes closed and her arms above her head. The power of her response to him had stiffened his cock more quickly than he?d expected, more than hard enough to enter her he opened her thighs wider to see the full beauty of her nakedness. Her eyes opened and for the first time since they had begun she spoke, the four words he?d fantasised about for many, many months. ?Please Ian, fuck me.? He needed no second invitation and slowly began to push his cock into heaven. He found it difficult to believe this was actually happening as he felt his balls nudge Clare's' arse. She had taken the entire length of him in one go. As he started to thrust she looked up at him, and staring him right in the eyes said ?Make me your dirty bitch Ian, be as rough as you like, and fuck me hard.? His thrusting increased as he gave her pussy a pounding, squeezing her tits roughly he began to talk to her. ?You love my cock in your cunt don?t you, slut? If Phill could see his loving wife now, face smeared with dried tears and my spunk ,her legs and pussy spread by me and his gentle wife turned into a cock loving bitch.? That was enough to trigger Clare?s second orgasm and he fucked her through it as she arched her back under him, their faces so close. Her mouth opened and Ian put his over it, burying his tongue deep into her throat. She kissed him back, the badness of his breath somehow turning her on even more. She was being a total slut, being used completely and it excited her. He continued to pound her, savoring every stroke into that hot pussy. Clare closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around his back, she had never enjoyed sex before but this felt good. She felt used and turned on at the same time. He kissed her again and her tongue explored his mouth, she felt his chest pressing her tits and his balls slapping against her arse. Was she a slut or was this what sex was supposed to be like? She didn't know but now she'd experienced it she knew she wanted more. ?Get off me Ian, I want you to take me from behind?. He moved away and she got up, turned round and knelt on the floor with her upper body resting on the couch. She spread her legs for him once more and the sight of her open pussy and tight little ass hole seemed to make him even harder. He positioned himself at her gaping entrance and said ?Back onto me.? She pushed back and moaned as she took him all deep inside her. He grabbed her hips and began fiercely fucking her, slapping her arse as his balls slammed against her willing body. Reaching forward he pulled her head up by her hair, she let out a yelp but he could have sworn her pussy got a little wetter. ?Fuck me you horny cow, you?re a hot, cheating bitch and you love it. I bet you?d love another cock to suck on right now, wouldn?t you?? With this thought in her mind, her head pulled right back, her face twisted in pain and pleasure and her pussy being brutally fucked, she came for the third time. Again Ian fucked her through it, looking down he let a large ball of spit drop out of his mouth onto her arse. Her eyes opened wide as she felt his fingers push inside it. ?No, please, not my arse, please.? She begged him but he was in control, she had waived all rights. He pulled tighter on her hair as he began to work two then three finger in her ass, opening her up ready for his cock. She felt a mixture of revulsion and twisted pleasure as she felt his cock push open her ass and slowly violate her. She reached down to play with her clit as Ian began to rip her arse wide with his deeper, harder thrusts. He must have pounded her virgin arse for five minutes before pulling out. Looking behind her Clare saw Ian lay on his back, his rigid cock standing proud, no sign of fading. ?Come on bitch, ride me.? She crawled over but before mounting him she buried his dick deep into her throat, sucking him hard and tasting herself. Swinging her leg over him, she took the shaft in her right hand and guided herself down onto him. Now she dictated the pace, nice and slow to start with. He looked up at her and mauled her swinging tits, pinching her rock hard nipples and slapping them. Within minutes she could feel another orgasm rising and sensing it, Ian could feel his own. ?This time we?re going to come together and I want my seed buried deep in that pussy.? She was too far gone for rational thought, she?d stopped taking the pill months ago as Phill didn?t want her but she didn?t care. Maybe the stupid dumb bastard would show her some interest if she was carrying someone else's child. ?I want it too, come in me, fill me up with your spunk.? That was enough to send him over the top and as she felt the hot liquid coat the inside of her pussy she was overcome by her most powerful orgasm. She collapsed onto him, their bodies drenched in sweat, both out of breath. When she did stand a glob of cum dropped out of her sore swollen hole onto the carpet. They both looked at it and Clare said ?Let?s leave that there, see if Phill notices the stain.? This is my first story so any feedback / comments are appreciated. Treemonkey69@hotmail.co.uk 11827 2.12/512345