Beth And Reid - Chapter Four free porn video

‘They jumped into the pool as soon as we got there,’ Beth called out, the sound of keys crashing onto the kitchen counter echoing in the now empty house. ‘Babe?’ Beth heard no reply and made her way up the hall. She heard the sound of running water and smiled, deciding to finish packing while Reid finished his shower.

After dropping off the kids who were having a sleepover at her mum and dad’s, Beth was excited as she had been looking forward to this weekend for ages as it was the first time her and Reid would have a weekend alone together in almost a year. It was Reid’s annual Real Estate Agents Gala Dinner, where all the big-wigs of city real estate rubbed shoulders and pretended to be humble about the amount of commissions they had made over the year. With all expenses paid for the weekend by Reid’s firm at a coastal resort, Beth was looking forward to free cocktails, a buffet dinner and a sleep in… amongst other things.

While Reid was occupied in the shower, Beth surreptitiously reached into the space above the wardrobe and took down an embossed wooden box with brass clasps. Opening the box, Beth smiled with anticipation and felt a tingle run down her spine. Many of the objects inside were new purchases that she had been advised on buying by her good friend - and now submissive co-conspirator - Ally. They had met for coffee again last week as Ally wanted to know how she and Reid were travelling with their BDSM adventures.

‘Has he whipped you yet?’ she had asked with a wicked glint in her eye.

‘No, no whips. I’m not sure if I would like that?’ Beth replied, becoming more and more comfortable talking to her best friend about it, now that she knew there was no judgement.

Ally shrugged, ‘You never know until you try,’ she sipped her coffee, ‘I bet you never thought you would like being choked either, but hey, look at you now!’ she grinned.

‘Shhh!’ Beth hushed, as a waitress came over and placed their order on the table before them.

‘So what toys are you taking on your dirty weekend?’ Ally probed, ignoring her friend’s shushing and digging into a large slice of coffee cake. Beth inwardly frowned at her long time bestie as the woman seemed to be able to put any kind of food in her body and it never showed on the outside. That didn’t stop Beth from digging her own fork into the slice as well.

‘It’s not a dirty weekend, it’s a boring Real Estate dinner. I’ll have to make small talk to all of Reid’s work colleagues and pretend I’m interested in whether it’s a buyers or sellers’ market, blah, blah, blah,’ the last few ‘blahs’ were muffled around a mouthful of cake.

‘Bullshit,’ Ally countered, ‘hotel sex is always better than home sex and you two have a whole repertoire of things you haven’t tried yet, so all I can say is thank God for hotel insulation!’ she smiled as another forkful of cake disappeared never to be seen again. ‘You didn’t answer my question though, what toys are you taking?’ she pressed.

‘Mr Buzzy, obviously,’ Beth replied without shame as they had talked vibrators before, Ally once admitting to having killed at least five or six over the years.

‘And?’ Ally twirled her fork in small circles, indicating she expected more to follow.

‘And… that’s it. I don’t really have a collection of toys,’ Beth admitted.

Ally dropped her fork to her plate with an exaggerated clatter, ‘Well fuck! That won’t do at all!’ she glanced at her phone, ‘I don’t have to be at the hospital for another two hours, what are your plans?’

‘I was going to go into the studio and see if my grad students have finished staining the armoire I gave them last week,’ Beth replied scooping up the last few crumbs of cake from the shared plate.

‘Pfft! Furniture can wait, this is a sex-mergency!’

Twenty minutes later Beth found herself browsing through an inner city sex shop, Ally rattling off information about leather and lubes and cuffs and Beth trying to take it all in but look nonchalant at the same time. They were approached by a very busty lady in around her late thirties.

‘Morning ladies, is there anything I can help you with?’ she asked politely. Beth was about to open her mouth with the universal ‘just looking thanks’ but Ally was having none of it.

‘Yes, we would like to look at your whips and floggers please,’ she asked straight off the bat and Beth’s eyes bulged in alarm. She expected the woman to raise an eyebrow or at least smirk but instead she smiled warmly and pointed to a section of the shop that was divided by a red velvet curtain.

‘We have an extensive range of some of the best brands, would you like me to show you?’ the woman queried. She noted the rising blush that was taking over Beth’s face and instead changed her tact, ‘Well, just let me know if you need any help.’ She left the girls to their own devices, correctly assuming that Beth wasn’t ready for a full demonstration.

The two of them made their way to the curtained area and stepped inside a small room crowded with a boggling assortment of not just whips and floggers but cuffs, chains, spreader bars, blindfolds, ball-gags, butt-plugs, nipple clamps and a whole gamut of other devices Beth didn’t even recognise. The smell of tanned leather and new rubber permeated the small space and for a moment Beth recalled the taste and scent of Reid’s belt in her mouth.

‘Bloody hell,’ Beth breathed, gazing around in wonder and curiosity.

‘Sister, you don’t know the half of it!’ Ally grinned and grabbed a flogger off the rack, giving Beth a playful whack on the thigh.

‘Ow!’ Beth squealed.

Ally laughed, ‘Just imagine that was Reid and not me.’

Beth raised an eyebrow and cocked her head, indeed picturing Reid flicking the leather cords against her bare flesh. Her interest piqued she began looking through the arranged goods with enthusiasm, touching the soft cured leather and cold metal clasps, imaging them in Reid’s strong hands.

‘It’s a shame, you know,’ Ally mused idly while trying on a pair of fur and leather cuffs.

‘What is?’ Beth asked distractedly, reading the back of a box for an electro-shock tool.

‘This. Sex shops, I mean. With so many people buying stuff discreetly online it’s only a matter of time till the ye olde sex shop is a thing of the past.’ The ripping sound of velcro filled the space as Ally undid the cuffs and hung them back on the shelf, ‘I mean those cuffs looked really pretty, but they were itchy as. Now, how would I have known that online?’

Beth looked up from her box, considering. ‘Yeah, I guess I wouldn’t know what to look for online? I mean at least here I can feel the texture of something or maybe try it on,’ Beth agreed.

Ally laughed and tossed Beth a large box, ‘You wanna try this one on for size?’ she chuckled. Beth caught it reflexively and looked down to see an enormous black rubber butt-plug, thicker than her forearm.

‘Jesus, not today thanks. I think I’ll start off with something smaller.’ Beth chucked it back and looked at the other arranged toys. ‘What about ropes? I don’t know what to look for in ropes?’ Beth asked while fingering the soft strands of some looped white cord.

Ally whispered in her ear conspiratorially, ‘Not here. You can buy the same rope at the hardware store for half the price. The pegs too!’ She winked at her friend and Beth decided a trip to the hardware was in order too. They spent the better part of an hour browsing the shop, Beth wanting to buy quite a few things but deciding it was best to start off small. The shop lady was very nice about all their purchases and Beth guessed that she must see all sorts of people with unique interests come through her store so Beth felt less self-conscious. She left with her goody bag and they then went to the hardware, Beth smiling knowingly as they passed rows of sandpaper and pliers on their way to look at rope.

She now looked down into her wooden box of toys and tools and hoped that everything in it would get used this weekend. She heard Reid turn off the shower and she quickly closed the box and put it in their luggage, not quite ready for him to find out about her shopping spree.

‘Hey, I didn’t hear you come in,’ Reid commented while toweling off his hair. Beth looked down and noted with a smile that Reid had done some ‘manscaping’ in preparation for their weekend away. She couldn’t blame him though, she had also had a trip to the salon and had everything bar a tiny patch at the front taken off. As a mum, she found she didn’t get as much time to go to the salon as she would have liked but she still made the effort.

Reid noticed her gaze lingering and draped the towel around his hips, forcing her eyes back up to his. His eyes were hard and he looked at her like she had misbehaved. It made Beth tingle. She looked away and grabbed the last few items for her make-up bag and zipped up the suitcase, to give her hands and eyes something to do.

She felt Reid come up behind her and place his hands on her hips. He roughly turned her around to face the full length mirrors of their wardrobe doors. She glanced at her reflection, wearing a simple blue wrap-around dress and a pony tail she didn’t think that she looked particularly alluring or sexy. Reid placed her palms on the mirror before her and gave her a look which set her skin to trembling. She knew it meant, ‘don’t move,’ and she intended to obey.

With rough hands he pulled at the neckline of her dress, exposing her bra and then jerked the lacy fabric down, causing her breasts to spill out of their cups and bounce with the movement. He grabbed at them roughly and Beth closed her eyes in pleasure.

‘Open your eyes!’ Reid ordered. Beth eyes flew open and looked at Reid in the reflection. ‘Don’t look at me, look at yourself,’ he continued, ‘I want you to see how needy you are, how depraved.’ Beth looked at her own reflection, at her open mouth and heaving chest, already panting with desire. She didn’t want to. It was the middle of the day, she hadn’t done her make-up and she didn’t like looking at herself like this. It was shameful, she wanted to close her eyes and just enjoy the feel of Reid’s hands as they rubbed and pinched at her breasts but she dared not look away. She forced herself to look in the mirror, at her own wantonness, and the slickness between her legs made her want to cringe.

She was dirty, she was base, and she was lurid. And she hated how much it was turning her on.

Reid’s hands left her breasts and he ducked down, whipping his hands up under her skirts and tearing at the thin fabric of her underwear, pulling them off and flinging them across the room. Beth’s heart beat faster expecting him to throw her on the bed and fuck her immediately - but he didn’t.

‘You won’t wear them at all this weekend, understood?’ Reid demanded. Beth nodded silently, hoping for things to continue but instead Reid left her standing before the mirror, breasts pink and heaving, and began dressing, ignoring his own stiff cock. Beth awkwardly tucked her breasts back into her dress and finished getting ready, keenly aware of the occasional cool draft up her skirt. She was excited that Reid was already in Dom mode as it seemed like the weekend was going to be long and deliciously torturous.

Without speaking, they finished getting ready and loaded up the car. Before they had even left the driveway, Reid placed his hand on her thigh and hiked up her skirt around her hips, forcing her legs apart so that her neatly waxed pussy was just visible peeking beneath the folds of fabric, her bare ass cheeks pressed into the upholstery. Again, Beth expected him to probe further but he returned his hands to the wheel and began driving in silence.

All right then, she thought, I can play this game too.

Beth placed her hands palm down on her knees and didn’t’ move, keeping her legs spread wide, trying not to smile to herself in excitement and anticipation. Her joy didn’t last long however as they were a good fifteen minutes or so into their journey and Reid had not done anything else. The silence in the car was deafening and Beth waited anxiously for… something else to happen.

Her heart caught in her throat anytime a truck or trailer passed by, wondering if whoever was in the vehicle next to them could see her sitting there exposed. She hated that it gave her such an erotic thrill. And she hated that Reid knew it too.

‘Would you like me to touch you?’ Reid suddenly asked, making Beth jump nervously.

‘Yes, Sir,’ she replied a little shakily. Again when they were outside of the bedroom - especially in the harsh light of day - Beth found herself feeling more self-conscious about their power play. She knew this was a test. A stretching of how far Beth was willing to be pushed. She knew that if she said no or that she wanted to stop that Reid would be fine with it, but Beth couldn’t deny how much his pushing of her limits was turning her on. They had briefly discussed hard and soft limits and public sex acts had been one of Beth’s soft limits. Something she was not sure about but was willing to be pushed on.

‘I will touch you,’ he continued and Beth inhaled in anticipation, ‘when I’m ready to touch you,’ he finished to Beth’s consternation. She wanted to growl at him, to slap him on the arm for teasing her, but she dared not move, not wanting to break the tension.

‘At no point today will anything enter your cunt. Not a finger, nor tongue, nor my cock, until I am ready. Is that clear?’ he queried, his voice firm but soft.

‘Yes, Sir.’ His words made Beth ache and want to rub her thighs together but she dared not move.

She watched as Reid moved his hands and she noted with a frown the he had a packet of cigarettes in the centre console. Officially, Reid had quit smoking but whenever he knew he would be drinking and socialising, he took it up again for the night. It was a thorn in their relationship and Beth resisted the urge to have a go at him for it right now.

He held up a solitary cigarette for her to see. ‘While this is lit, I will allow you to touch yourself.’ Beth’s heart leapt. ‘You will not put your fingers inside, only outside. You will not come. Do you understand, slut?’

Beth nodded fervently, ‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Good girl,’ he lit the cigarette and wound down the window, casually draping his arm outside. Beth tentatively slid her hand towards her exposed clit. She was not surprised to find that she was soaking wet and for an instant worried about what she was doing to the upholstery in Reid’s car. She began to circle her clit with slow strokes, knowing that Reid could see what she was doing out of the corner of his eye. She let out an involuntary moan and pushed harder at the engorged, hot nub of flesh. She yearned to drive her slick fingers inside herself but did not, ironically the knowledge that she was not allowed to making her want to do it more.

‘Are you enjoying touching yourself, slut?’ Reid asked, taking another drag on the quickly dwindling cigarette.

‘Yes, Sir,’ Beth sighed, moaning again.

‘You better not be trying to come,’ he warned, steel in his voice.

Beth realised that she was in fact very close to climaxing and slowed her rubbing, enjoying the ebb and flow of sensations through her thighs and abdomen.

‘Okay, times up,’ Reid stubbed out the cigarette and wound up the window as Beth reluctantly dragged her hand away from her swollen folds and again placed her palms on her knees, the glistening liquid coating her fingers clearly visible to both of them. They went back to tense silence, Beth knowing that Reid was enjoying her torment immensely.

It was a few minutes later when Reid’s voice again caused Beth to start, loud in the silence.

‘Tell me about the toys you packed when you thought I wasn’t looking,’ he asked casually, watching as Beth’s face flushed a bright red, knowing she had been caught out. She hesitated. ‘Come on now, if you don’t tell me about them, I won’t use them on you,’ he cautioned.

‘Umm, my vibrator,’ Beth stammered.

‘Louder.’

‘My vibrator,’ Beth repeated louder, ‘a blindfold, a gag, some rope...’ she was finding the act of divulging the contents of her toy box extremely humiliating but oh so arousing. Again, being brought face-to-face with her own depravity and sexual needs was turning her on immensely. She was glad Reid’s eyes were fixed on the road before them and she knew that he was pushing her, dragging the words out of her on purpose.

‘What else?’ he pushed.

‘A, ah... a butt-plug,’ she squeezed out, ‘some pegs… and a riding crop,’ she finished with a relieved breath.

‘I see,’ Reid stated simply, taking in the information, Beth knowing that his mind was working furiously on how those implements could best be put to use. They drove in silence for a while longer, Beth’s legs beginning to ache after being held so tense and rigid for such a long time. She wanted to shift, move slightly to get more comfortable, but did not want to break the spell. Strangely, Beth was finding it easier to relinquish control to Reid, even if it made her uncomfortable or ashamed. She never realised it could be so calming to simply obey.

‘Take your hand and place it on my cock,’ Reid suddenly stated, bringing Beth out of her relaxed reverie. She breathed deep and placed her hand on the bulge she could see pressing against Reid’s tight jeans. She began to rub it automatically but Reid cut her off.

‘Don’t rub it, just squeeze. I want you to feel how hard it is, feel its heat,’ he uttered. Beth did just that. ‘Where would you like me to put my cock, Beth?’ he asked calmly.

‘In my pussy, Sir,’ she breathed. She found the words came easier now, as admitting her desires was just one more way of submitting to Reid.

‘And?’ he pressed.

‘In my mouth, and in my ass, Sir,’ Beth felt Reid’s cock twitch under her fingertips at her words and she knew that he was just as aroused as she was.

‘I will… when I say so,’ he confirmed yet again, Beth closing her eyes for a brief second and willing the journey to be faster. It was not long after, Beth’s hand still diligently placed on Reid’s throbbing cock, when they pulled into the entrance to their resort. As they moved up the drive, cueing before the valet parking, Beth began to squirm.

‘Sir, can I close my legs, Sir?’ she asked, another car moving ahead before them.

‘No.’

Another car.

‘Sir?’ Beth pushed. She knew that within just a minute or two the valet would be able to peer into the car and see her hand on Reid’s cock and her cunt on full display. Reid moved his hand between her legs and began rubbing at her slick pulsing mound. Another car moved off ahead of them.

‘Sir?’ Beth’s voice increased in pitch, anxiousness creeping in and resisting the urge to slam her legs together, but as Reid’s fingers began to rub vigorously, she found herself nearing her denied orgasm. ‘Sir!’ she cried. The last car in front of them began to move away. Reid pulled his fingers from between her legs, quickly shoving two of them into Beth’s mouth for her to dutifully lick clean, before returning his hands to the wheel and moving forward to the waiting valet.

‘You may close your legs now, whore.’

Beth complied quickly, withdrawing her hand from Reid’s pulsing bulge and pulling her skirt back down to her knees just as the valet came to open Reid’s door. They stepped out of the car, Beth glancing down to see that the almost black upholstery of the car hid what she was sure would be a rather large wet patch. She glanced at Reid, who cool as a cucumber, was getting their bags out of the trunk. She was jealous of his composure as Beth was still breathing heavily and was sure her face must be flushed.

They checked in to their suite and made their way to their room. All the while, Beth was extremely aware of only a thin layer of fabric protecting her decency from the myriad of hotel guests that shuffled around her. They swiped the card and entered the empty suite, the smell of freshly laundered hotel sheets permeating the room. It was beautifully appointed, modern furniture and decor with abstract oil paintings adorning the walls; the kind that seemed to have been painted with heavy palette knives and thick splashes of colour. The wide open floorplan held the kitchen, living area and bed all in the one space.

Beth didn’t get long to admire the room however as Reid quickly dumped their suitcase in a corner and turned to Beth.

‘Take off your clothes and get on the bed,’ he commanded.

Beth suppressed a triumphant smile and pulled her dress over her head in one swift motion, unhooked her bra and quickly lay on the king size bed, not bothering to turn down the sheets. Reid kept his clothes on but came over and lay on the bed next to Beth, his head propped up on his elbow, admiring her naked body sprawled before him.

‘Did you enjoy our car trip Beth?’ he smiled, some of the husband showing through.

She nodded. His smiled dropped and she added, ‘Yes, Sir.’

His hand came up her legs, not even making it to her cunt before he encountered the dampness that had run between her lower thighs.

‘My God, you are so fucking wet,’ he breathed, astonished that she had become so aroused with so little physical contact. Beth guessed that Reid was truly coming to grips with just how much the submissive role was affecting his wife, and how much she enjoyed and craved his control of her. Beth herself was a little overwhelmed at just how much his words and control and denial had turned her on. There had even been a few points during the trip where Beth had to calm her breathing for fear of hyperventilating. She blushed at his comment, the shame of her body responding so eagerly to his demands making her turn her face into his shoulder, hiding herself somewhat.

Reid brought his hand up to cup her chin and force her to look at him, some of the steel leaving his eyes and Beth caught her breath at the love and admiration in his gaze. He ducked his head and kissed her gently, love and reassurance flowing from him into her. He pulled back and smiled, Beth automatically smiling back at him with love and thanks.

His expression again became stony as his hand left her face and traveled down her body, passing through the valley between her breasts and sliding over the mound of her sex, parting her hot lips, beginning to stroke and pinch her throbbing clit. Beth arched her back and moaned, the climax she had been resisting all morning beginning to build again.

‘Would you like me to fuck you with my fingers slut?’ Reid growled close to her ear, all Dom again.

Beth nodded with vehemence, ‘Yes, Sir.’

‘That’s too bad,’ Reid replied and she could hear the veiled amusement in his voice. ‘I told you nothing would go into that filthy hole until I said so,’ he repeated, the words searing into Beth’s brain like acid, bucking her hips trying to get his fingers to slip inside her aching cunt, yet every time he pulled away, just millimetres from her dripping gash. He slid his slick fingers lower, smearing her juices all over her and suddenly thrust a finger deep into her asshole, making Beth cry out in ecstasy and arch off the bed, ‘I never said anything about your ass though,’ he added and began to pump his finger in and out of her tight hole.

Beth’s moans began to reach a fever pitch when he pulled his hand away, leaving Beth empty and hungering for more.

‘Go to the bag, lube yourself up and insert your butt-plug.’

His words caused Beth’s eyes to fly open and her breath caught in her throat. She was torn between the overwhelming desire to do just as he said, but again shame crashed upon her in waves, knowing that he was going to watch her do it. Again he was testing her, pushing her out of her comfort zone and asking her expand her willingness.

She steeled her nerves and did as he asked, walking over to the suitcase and unzipping it, feeling his eyes boring into her back. She rummaged through and pulled out her wooden box of toys, unclasping it and taking out her lube and shiny new butt-plug. It was small and black, what the box had called a beginner's plug. It was also made of metal, which apparently was more durable and more hygienic. It was also unused, as she had wanted Reid to be the first one to put it in her. She repressed a sardonic grimace, as clearly that had not gone to plan.

She uncapped the lube and smeared a generous amount on the head of the plug. Without turning around, she bent over and placed the cool metal of the plug against her tight opening and pressed, feeling herself widen as she applied pressure. She let out a deep-throated moan at the sensation and she knew that Reid was watching her every movement. She inhaled as the plug reached its widest point and then gasped lightly as it passed the point of resistance and snuggled itself firmly between her ass cheeks. She straightened, letting herself get used to the rapidly warming plug nestled inside her.

She turned back to Reid and glanced at him reclined on the bed, silently watching her. His hooded eyes were burning with desire and she could see his cock straining against its confines. She walked over to the bed and straddled him, the mound of his cock pushing against the plug deliciously. Beth began unbuckling his belt, half expecting him to stop her but instead continued his silent observation. She continued to undress him, slipping off his jeans and pulling his shirt over his head, mussing his hair quite sexily.

She finally released his cock and it stood rigid to attention, little pearls of precum already glistening at its tip. She bent her head and licked the beads from his hot flesh, a slight grunt escaping from between his lips. She smiled in response and opened her mouth wide, engulfing the entirety of his penis in one mouthful, feeling the head of his cock press against the back of her throat and resisting her body’s natural instinct to gag. Reid’s head rolled back and he closed his eyes in pleasure, happy to surrender for the moment to Beth’s own desires. She began to rhythmically suck and slide her mouth up and down his shaft, feeling her throat loosen and stretch to accommodate his girth. She worked his cock for a while, drips of precum glazing her tongue, and then moved to his balls, the freshly shaven skin smooth against her rough tongue. Reid lifted his legs, making it easier for her as she took them both in her mouth and gently began to roll them around, the flat of her tongue massaging the underside of the sensitive orbs while Reid’s body relaxed completely, a look of absolute pleasure and serenity on his face.

Beth again felt herself reach her own higher mental state. From her reading she knew it was called sub-space but she had taken to referring to it as her zen, her mental zone where she was so extremely relaxed, so completely at peace that she knew Reid could do whatever he wanted to her or she would gladly do anything he asked of her.

She floated, her mouth and tongue almost moving of their own volition, her hand slowly stroking the engorged flesh of his penis and occasionally using a thumb to smear precum over the sensitive tip. She felt so relaxed, the tension of their sexually charged car trip draining away and leaving in its place a serenity that was so calming and peaceful. She was still aroused, she knew that she still leaked fluids from her puffy lips, and yet she was at ease.

They stayed like that for almost twenty minutes, until Reid’s penis began to soften in her hand, not because he was no longer aroused, but because her rhythmic massaging had relaxed him almost to the point of sleep. He placed a hand on her head and she stirred, bringing herself from her trance-like state. She released his testicles, the skin now puckered and pale from their extended tongue bath, and sleepily crawled her way into his arms. They held each other for a long time, breathing deeply and enjoying the skin on skin contact that only lovers can share.

It was some time later, Beth thinking that she may have even dozed off for a while that Reid raised his hand to look at his watch. He stirred.

‘We should really start getting ready for dinner,’ he drowsily announced.

Beth gave a little defiant moan in protest, not wanting to move from their naked embrace, but realised he was right. She shifted slightly and felt the hard nub of steel of her butt-plug push against her insides. She started a little as during her zen she had forgotten about it altogether as it was now so warm and comfortable within her.

Reid noticed her preoccupied look and guessed at her line of thought. His previously sleepy expression was replaced with one of mischief.

‘Oh, you won’t be taking that out anytime soon,’ he uttered, smiling at the somewhat alarmed expression on Beth’s face. ‘You’ll come to dinner tonight, you’ll make polite conversation with my work friends, you’ll smile and laugh and all the while, you’ll feel that plug in your ass, knowing what a dirty girl you truly are.’ He placed his hand on the external portion of the plug and gave it a gentle tug to emphasise his point.

Beth’s breath caught, her relaxed state of mind disappearing in an instant and being replaced with mortification and a velocious return of desire. She couldn’t speak for a moment but nodded dumbly, eventually responding with and almost inaudible, ‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Good,’ he gave her ass a playful slap and got up, suddenly refreshed and headed towards the shower. Beth gingerly got up as well, now keenly aware of the hunk of metal that prevented her anus from closing all the way. It was not uncomfortable, but its presence was distracting nonetheless, rubbing against sensitive bundles of nerves every time she moved.

Reid’s shower was quick, as most men’s were and Beth took over the bathroom for the next hour and a half for the diligent mission every woman faced of ‘getting ready’. She showered, did her hair, applied her make-up and got dressed, all the while trying to suppress the urges that having the plug lodged inside her were creating.

She stepped out of the bathroom, ready to go to the Gala and Reid whistled in appreciation. She wore a tight little black dress - sans underwear - the plunging v-neck showing the creamy curves of her cleavage and a pair of black ankle-strap, peep-toe stilettos. It had been such a long time since Beth had had and excuse to ‘dress-up’ that she had taken pains to look good.

She felt good to. Confident but naughty, clean but oh so dirty and what she had originally pictured as a boring dinner full of real estate agents suddenly became a fun performance, playing coy and innocent when the dirty whore simmered just underneath.

And best of all, she knew the night wasn’t over…