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A Bully's Comeuppance: Part One - A Chance Meeting free porn video
"Ashley? Ashley Edwards?" I woke from my trance of staring out of the
train window as I heard someone speak my name. Looking towards the
source of the voice I looked up into the face of a large, muscular black
man dressed immaculately in a sharp grey suit. I didn't immediately
recognise him, but as recollection dawned on me I felt a pang of dread
in my stomach.
"Marcus King?" we said at the same time as he sat down opposite me,
smiling.
"You've changed since school!" I said, and it was very true. The Marcus
I remembered had been a weedy, poorly-dressed little kid whereas the man
sat in front was a hulking giant wearing a suit that looked about twice
the price of mine at least.
"Just a bit!" He laughed, a deep echoing laugh, and I joined in.
"Look, I just wanted to say sorry for all that I did to you back then-"
I began, but Marcus raised a large hand and I trailed off.
"Hey, don't worry about it man," he smiled. "A lot of kids said a lot of
mean things back then and did a lot of mean stuff. I appreciate you
being honest enough to own up to it, though. Tom Chapman didn't even try
and bring it up when I saw him."
"That's very good of you Marcus," I sighed with relief. I'd done some
pretty mean things to Marcus when we were in school and judging by looks
he could throw me the length of the train carriage now if he'd wanted
to. "You saw Tom Chapman again? When was that?"
"Ah, he turned up to an interview at my company the other day. Needless
to say I didn't hire him after what he did!" Marcus chuckled.
"You own a company now?!" I gaped, in awe of how far he had come from
his school days. He nodded proudly.
"Yeah, it's been going very well these past few years, touch wood!" He
smiled, tapping his shaved head. The announcer on the train spoke up,
reading off the name of the stop just before mine. "Hey, look man. This
next step's mine but it'd be great to meet up for drinks sometime soon
and catch up - you free this Friday?" I thought briefly and then nodded.
"Here, put your number in my phone and we can arrange something later,"
he said, passing me the latest iPhone. I quickly entered my number and
he smiled, took the phone back and stood up to get off the train as it
slowed into the station. "I'll see you Friday, man!" He waved.
"See you Friday!" I said, and watched as he stepped off the train and
walked off the platform. Little did I know then what I'd just got myself
in for.
*
"Hi sweetie, I'm home!" I cried as I stepped through the door. My wife
Abbie poked her head out from the kitchen and gave me a great big smile.
I was so glad to get home and see her again, it felt like an age since
I'd said goodbye to her that morning. I consider myself extremely lucky
to have Abbie as my wife. We'd met back in school and started dating
when we were 15. Not long after leaving school we got married when we
were 19 and now aged 22 we had been recently trying for our first baby,
with an unfortunate lack of success so far.
Abbie stepped out of the kitchen and walked towards me, arms
outstretched to give me a big hug. God, was she a sight for sore eyes, I
thought to myself as she sashayed towards me, her curvy hips swaying as
she walked. She had the perfect hourglass shape and had worked hard
jogging and going to the gym to maintain her figure. As we embraced I
wrapped my arms around her thin waist and naughtily grabbed her
voluptuous ass through her leggings which clung tightly to her slim legs
and soft bubble butt. I felt her perky breasts squash against my chest
and peeked down her low-cut floral top at the 36DD beauties. I was only
just through the door and I was extremely horny. I brushed her long,
wavy chocolate brown hair off her face as Abbie leant forward on tip
toes and I felt her soft, juicy lips brush against mine and plant a
gentle, caring kiss. She pulled back and looked at me saucily, running a
hand up my inside thigh and stroking it enticingly. I felt a stirring in
my underwear that was hot and prickly, but no sooner had it begun than I
felt a tight, dull pain which clasped my erection tight. Abbie must have
seen the wince on my face, as she whispered in my ear:
"Are you getting an erection there, Ashley? Naughty boy, save it for
later!" This only served to make my dick harder, which again met against
a tight resistance that was unbearable.
"Please Abbie, can't you let me out now?" I begged, desperate for
release. I could see the key on a silver chain around her neck,
tantalisingly close.
"After dinner, sweetie, I promise! It's your favourite - chicken stir-
fry!" and with that Abbie turned, flashed me a teasing smile and raised
her eyebrows before heading back into the kitchen. Perhaps I should
clarify what just happened: since we'd been trying for a baby Abbie had
got really into it, trying out all manner of method to increase our
fertility chances and whatnot. As I had quite a high sex drive and long
days at work, I admitted that sometimes I would masturbate during work
hours to relieve my lust. Abbie had said this had to stop, as all that
'precious sperm', as she put it, was needed to increase our chance of
conceiving. As a consequence she had ordered a chastity device off the
internet and begged me to give it a go. After days of guilt-tripping and
more begging I gave in and decided to try it out.
I remember the joy and excitement on Abbie's face when she'd watched me
try it on for the first time. She was perched on the bed, lying flat on
her front perched up on her elbows as I stood naked in front of the
mirror. I'd initially struggled to fit the loop around my cock and balls
until Abbie had told me to try putting my balls in first, then
compressing my soft dick and pulling it through. This had worked much
better, and it slid on like a cock ring. The next bit was quite
different to anything I was used to, but if anything I found it easier
to slide my penis into the tube part and push the ring and the tube
together at the top.
"Hmm," Abbie had said, inspecting my work, "It looks a little loose. You
could still get a bit of an erection in there, and according to the
website that will be very uncomfortable. They do a smaller tube which I
think I'll order which might fit you better!" Now, I know I've not got
the largest cock in the world, but I've never thought it was that small.
Apparently the world average is 3.5 inches flaccid, 5 inches erect. At 2
inches soft I was definitely more of a grower than a shower, but even
then I only just managed to make 5 inches. Not that it had ever caused
any problems for Abbie or I in our sex life, which was very active and
even more so now we were trying for a baby.
Once the smaller tube had been ordered it arrived two days later and
even I had to grudgingly admit the smaller tube was much more
comfortable to wear. Abbie had smiled and slipped the locking piece into
place, before turning the key and removing it, leaving the chastity
device locked on my cock. Naturally Abbie had ordered it in her
favourite colour, pink. It felt embarrassing as hell to wear it, and I
could feel myself fighting back a powerful blush, but it made Abbie
happy and that was the main thing.
I looked at myself in the mirror once she'd gone to the bathroom to get
ready for bed and took in the sight in front of me. I still had my
boyish good looks from school that had attracted Abbie to me in the
first place. I was slim and toned as a result of joining Abbie in her
exercise routine when I could, though I'd never been particularly
muscular. I'd had a beard at one point but Abbie had hated it and asked
me to shave it off almost immediately. She liked me pretty hairless to
be honest, and she enjoyed regularly waxing my chest. If I was even more
honest, I quite enjoyed it too as it was quite intimate and I liked the
way I looked waxed. I had dirty blonde hair that I liked to keep longer
than most men, roughly shoulder length, and loved it when Abbie played
with my hair and ran her fingers through it during sex. I had bright
blue eyes and what I've always like to think of as a cheeky smile, which
I gave myself as I looked at the small pink chastity cage locked around
my dick.
We agreed that I would wear it to work to prevent me from masturbating
there and to save all my energy for when we got home. We had been having
sex every night the past three months in order to try and conceive, but
no luck so far even with the addition of the chastity device. Despite my
initial reluctance it had actually turned out to be very comfortable
most of the time, apart from when Abbie teased me and my attempt at an
erection was clamped down on.
*
After sex that night as Abbie laid on her back, her messy hair sprawled
behind her and her hips raised by the pillows underneath her sumptuous
naked bottom in an effort to improve the chance of conception, we
chatted about our days. Abbie had read that staying in the same position
after I came inside her would increase our odds of becoming pregnant, so
we had got into a routine of talking over our days as we laid there on
the bed, both sweaty and panting.
"That was excellent, sweetie." Abbie gasped and planted a passionate
kiss on my lips, electricity sparking between us as our passions earthed
themselves following our energetic session. "A really lovely end to my
day," she smiled. I smiled too. It was lovely to be able to give her
this much pleasure, to hear her moaning and squealing beneath me, then
to hear her thank and compliment me afterwards. "How was your day?"
"It was alright," I admitted, "nothing too out of the ordinary." I
worked in tech support for a small company that specialised in loans,
which was boring but easy work for me. It paid a decent sum, enough to
support a small house in a relatively nice area, but not masses of
money. Abbie worked as a nursery teacher, which she loved to do and
always made her feel very broody around her time of the month. It was
due any day now if we hadn't conceived this time. That was one of the
things Abbie had been doing as well, keeping a diary of her cycle and
listing down the times she would be most fertile, and getting me to read
it along with her. It was often too much information for my tastes, but
it was nice to see how enthusiastic she was about it and it did help me
learn to know when she'd be the horniest and when she wouldn't be. Today
was Wednesday 5th August, and her period was due to start tomorrow. They
lasted 5 days, then there was usually a grace period of a day or two
before she started to notice herself feeling very wet down below and
feeling exceptionally horny. This period would last another 3 to 5 days
after which she would calm down a bit. Looking over her diary for this
month, which meant she'd be horniest starting roughly on Thursday 13th,
which spelled for an excellent weekend of love-making!
"Nothing interesting happen today then? You said yesterday there was
supposed to be some bigger company taking over yours, have you heard any
more about that?"
"No, nothing more on that front. Though something interesting did happen
to me on the train back actually, not long before I was going to get
off."
"Oh, what was that?" Abbie asked, turning her head on her pillow to face
me.
"I saw Marcus King, who remembered me and came up to me for a chat."
"Oh, little Marcus King from school?! Awh, I always liked him, he was
sweet! You were really quite mean to him, weren't you? Did he have
anything to say?" Abbie's eyes had lit up and was staring at me
voraciously, rapt for more information. This obviously seemed the
juiciest piece of gossip in her week other than finding out one of the
children's parents at nursery had been having an affair.
"Not a great deal, actually. I tried to apologise for what I did but he
said not to worry about it. And he's not so little now! He's obviously
been working out, he looks like a bodybuilder and he was very well
dressed. Apparently he owns his own company these days which is doing
very well too."
"Awh, I'm so glad for him, he really deserves it! He always worked
really hard and it's lovely to see it's paid off for him. Is he seeing
anyone do you know?"
"I don't actually, though I can ask him on Friday."
"Why, what's happening on Friday?" asked Abbie excitedly.
"He asked if I wanted to meet up for drinks to catch up on old times and
whatnot, and said he'd text me more details. Not heard anything from him
yet though, hope I put the right number in his phone. He's got the new
iPhone by the way, the one you were after."
"No way! That's so exciting! Do you think I'd be invited? I'd love to
see what's become of him, I only remember him as a bookish, polite
little boy."
"I don't know, I can ask him when he texts if you like?"
"Ooh, yes! Please do!" Abbie smiled and hugged my arm. "Right, I think
I've laid here long enough, I'm going to the bathroom to have a wee and
brush my teeth. Are you coming?" She beamed, bouncing up off the bed and
standing in the doorway where her beautiful body was silhouetted against
the light.
"I just need to check my phone for work emails, then I'll come brush my
teeth. Won't be a minute!" I called after her as she walked into the en-
suite. I reached over to pick up my phone and noticed there was one new
message from an unknown number. Maybe it was Marcus, I thought to myself
and opened it.
Hey there mate, Marcus here. Was good to see you on the train earlier,
what a stroke of luck eh? Was thinking about Friday, how do you fancy
going to the Black Bull in Maple Square? If you're still with Abbie and
she fancies coming please tell her to come along too, she's more than
welcome!
Marcus x
20:58
"Sweetie, Marcus has just texted!" I called towards the bathroom. Abbie
came back in, still naked but with a toothbrush in her mouth and said,
in a muffled voice:
"Ooh, what has he said?" I showed her the phone and she knelt on the bed
as she skimmed through it. "Awh, that's so sweet of him to remember me!
And you know I've wanted to check out the Black Bull for so long, I'd
love to go and see him again!" She went back to the bathroom to keep
brushing her teeth as I pondered over my reply. It was true, Abbie had
wanted to go to the Black Bull for months since it had opened up. It was
a very high-end restaurant/pub that you had to book, and when I'd last
taken a peek at the menu to see if we could go, which I shamefully
remembered was around Valentine's Day 6 months ago, it had been very
pricey too. I doubted we could afford to go for a single drink there,
let alone drinks plural. But it seemed I was stuck in replying yes, and
messaged back, debating long and hard over whether to include a reply
kiss at the end:
Hi Marcus, sounds good to us! Abbie says it's very sweet of you to
remember her and she'd love to come along as well and see you again.
When should we meet you there? You know you need to book tables there?
Ashley x
21:03
Within an instant in which I tried to put the phone down and go brush my
teeth my phone buzzed again.
That's wonderful, can't wait to see you both there! Meet at 6:30pm okay?
That way we can have food and plenty of time for drinks and chat. No
need, I own the place! Just say my name when you get there and they'll
show you to my table. Looking forward to Friday!
Marcus x
21:04
Wow, I thought. So that's where he's got his money from. Well, hopefully
at least that meant we'd get cheaper rates on food and drink when we
went, I thought hopefully to myself.
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