Please read the first part of this story before you read this. If you didn't like that one, you definitely won't like this.
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MELISSA
Ever since I found a stash of porno mags under my dad's bed when I was younger I've been ... not obsessed, but let's say fascinated by sex. I remember looking at those graphic pictures of women in their lingerie, in their provocative poses and realised that their bodies could wield such power and control over men.
When I was in college I started to experiment and use my own assets even at that tender age to get what I wanted from the boys I knew. They might have labelled me as easy or a slut, but really - I was using them to get whatever I wanted.
'Oh Dave, how about you buy me that dress in H&M. We could go into the changing rooms and you could watch me try it on...' OK, OK so I did suck him off in the changing rooms, but hey I got what I wanted, a new dress and the thrill of giving him a blow job in public, and he got what he wanted from me.
'Simon, that necklace looks like it would be perfect for me,' I say in the jewellers as I run my hand down the front of his jeans. You get the idea.
This is how it worked at the start of my teenage years. I sucked and fucked my way through the boys at school and didn't show any signs of changing... that was until I met Spence. I was 18 at the time, and he was 'the one.' I'd had crushes and infatuations before...even one of my teachers... that's another story, but this time I felt like I'd found my, is it too cringey to say soul mate. Fast forward a year and a half, and Spence had died in a moped accident. I was predictably distraught, devastated, inconsolable. Moping around, black clothes, being a bitch to everyone. The big change though was I kinda gave up on my wanton ways and threw all my energies into studying. I had a knack for maths and studied at college to become an accountant. Boring I know.
At University I met Matt, he was safe, steady just what I needed. We were happy and settled down to the married couple lifestyle after Uni, marriage, first home, children yada yada, yada. Then, before the requisite 2.4 children came along, I started at my new company Thompson's and Mortimers. By this time, I'd become bored with my life, and in particular my sex life with Matt.
Don't get me wrong I still loved Matt, but I yearned for the some of the old sexual thrills I knew as a teenager. This was where Gareth came in. I told Matt I first met him at the wedding reception, and our encounter there was spontaneous but really we'd been flirting for a while at work and we'd agreed to take it further at the hotel. I kept Gareth in the dark, but I planned it all, I wanted to control Matt and see how far I could push him. The whole cumslut thing was in my head long before that night fucking Gareth in the toilets. I like being dominated myself and loved letting Gareth dominate me, but secretly I'd orchestrated the whole thing, just so I could humiliate Matt and push him into something new. When he wrote 'slut' on my breasts with the pen Gareth gave him, I nearly came there and then, it was so erotic.
My next ... erm adventure took a while to set up, but hey with enough money and a willingness to trawl the internet for suitable 'volunteers' anything's possible. I knew Matt would do pretty much anything for me sexually and there weren't any taboos as far as the two of us were concerned, so I thought I'd push him a bit further than I had with Gareth. Awww, I'm such a bitch.
MATT
I paid the driver, and jumped out the taxi. It was nearly lunchtime and I was meeting Mel for some food in town. She'd been clothes shopping all morning (my idea of hell) while I'd been to the gym. (Was I trying to compete with Gareth? well maybe deep down - but I wouldn't admit it to anyone out loud).
I spotted her outside Debenhams where we'd agreed to meet, and waved to her. She gave me beaming smile and lifted up her bags to show me how successful she'd been. We kissed as I reached her, and I took her bags.
Since that evening when Gareth had turned up at our house we'd been a lot more touchy feely of late. I'd heard no more of Gareth though I still wondered whether anything was going on at work. I didn't dare ask in case Mel turned round and asked me if I wanted a repeat performance. I remembered all too well his parting words from last time.
Mel started to speak. "Matt, you're going to hate me, but I just need to go to one more shop," she said.
I looked down at all the bags I'd been handed. "Are you serious? You've got loads here."
"Please," she pleaded all big eyes and pouty lips.
"OK then, but I'm starving so it better be quick."
"Don't worry it will be."
A few minutes later and we're in a trendy boutique where I'm standing at the door looking as cheesed off as I feel. The only consolation being that a number of the clientele are really quite fit and while they're preoccupied with admiring themselves in the mirrors I find I'm giving them a mental second opinion.
One such blonde with way too much make up is trying on a particularly skimpy outfit on and readjusting her rather deliciously oversized breasts and pouting like she's taking a selfie. Just then Mel taps me on the shoulder.
"Doing a bit of window shopping are we?"
"Erm, no." I lie.
"Don't worry I don't think I've got anything to be worried about there. She doesn't look like your type."
"Oh yeah what's my type then?" I replied.
She grabbed my hands and put them on her tits. "Well not fake boobs for a start." She said in a loud voice and looking pointedly over her shoulder at the blonde.
"Shh - you'll get us in trouble." I said. 'Have you finished?'
"Yep all done," she replied. We both headed for the exit.
Just as we were leaving the security guard stepped out towards us and held his hand out motioning us to stop.
"What's going on?" I questioned.
"Sorry Sir, just a routine check, our CCTV operator believes you may be trying to remove goods off the premises without paying for them?"
"What? Are you accusing us of shoplifting?" I said.
"Not you sir, your lady-friend ... wife, girlfriend?"
"She's my wife and she wouldn't steal anything - this is ridiculous." I looked to Mel. I realised I was the one doing all the talking.
"Well if you'll follow me we can sort this out in the security office." Said the security guard whose ID badge named him as Kurtis.
He raised his arm to guide Mel back into the store.
She pushed it out of the way. Don't touch me she barked. I haven't done anything wrong.
Now the other customers were staring at us and I felt embarrassed.
"Look just show them the receipt for what you've bought and we can go for lunch." I tried to placate her.
"I didn't buy anything, I tried stuff on but changed my mind." She said huffily.
I looked at Kurtis, the security guard. I suddenly registered that he was a huge black bloke who looked like he'd been carved out of stone. I really didn't want any trouble with him, gym or not.
"See it's just a mix up." I said.
"It probably is Sir, but we need to go to the security office to verify the CCTV footage." He replied calmly.
"No!" Snapped Mel.
By now a crowd of people inside and outside the shop were watching the proceedings.
"Look it won't do any harm love." I said. "Let's just go in and they can apologise and we can be on our way."
Mel squirmed on the spot, looking anxiously at me but agreed to be led to the back of the store.
The blonde woman smirked at Mel, obviously she'd heard the fake boobs comment.
The security guard held her arm but she shook it off.
"Take your fucking hands off me, you big ape." she shouted.
