Tales of an Internet Whore (Part Five)

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Bianca was awoken by her doorbell and a cockney man shouting"Parcel for Ms Jenkins" which made her jump and indistinctly run to the door in her robe. She signed for the huge box, it was heavy and as she wasn't expecting anything, it was a surprise. Of course since she met Anthony, she did not like surprises! However, this couldn't be anything to do with Anthony as it was postmarked by the University franking stamp. She dragged the box to the stairs and sat on the step over the box ripping the tape off trying to gain access, it must be books she thought as she finally found her way in.

She lifted the flap of the box open and stared in amazement, it was full of items, she lifted out each item which include! d a pair of fluffy handcuffs; nipple tassels; a ball gag; rope; bondage tape; a digital camera; a web-cam; a couple of vibrators; a remote control clit tickler. It appeared that Santa had been to a sex shop on a stolen credit card! She was horrified, never seeing such items in her innocent sheltered life, she just sat there looking. Then her daze was shaken by her house phone ringing, she picked up..

" Morning Bianca" said Anthony " How did you get my house number?" she said in shock " Ha ha, I have the keys to your apartment and cameras around everywhere, why are you surprised that I have your house number?" he said amused making Bianca realise that it was a stupid question " Did you send me this parcel?" she asked " Ah, you got it. You can always trust Royal Mail" he remarked " But it was sent via the University post room" she asked confused " Yes, one of your fans did it for me!" he explained �! �Now, you are going to be late for work, when you have got rea! dy, I wa nt you to take the remote control clip tickler and insert it into place, you obviously will notice that the box is open, sorry about that someone seems to have stolen the remote!" he laughed " I don't know how to wear this!" she said confused looking at this contraption " You will figure it, remember you have until Wednesday to get the CD from Bernards, here is a hint, I said Wednesday, which could mean anytime including first thing so really you have until 11.59pm Tuesday, good luck" and the phone went dead

She did not know how to get in her bosses house, or his bedroom! She jumped in the shower, quickly put on her Monday outfit, a pair of really tight jeans and a low neck tight top in red. She felt better that her legs were covered, although the jeans were very tight, her ass was very exposed, but still felt better, the 3inch red heels were not comfortable. She obviously didn't realise it was chosen to keep the Clit Tickler in place! ! She laid on the bed, and inserted the Clit tickler, according to the instructions, the small penis shaped end was to be inserted into her vagina and then the her pussy lips had to touch the softer rubber flaps, she could feel a tingle as the rubber flaps touched her clit.

She walked towards the bus stop, conscious that everyone could see but also conscious that the tight jeans were pushing the Clit tickler deep into her and onto her pussy lips, creating a tickling sensation as she walked which was making her wet and feel aroused. She boarded the bus, now immune to the stares and drooling looks. She arrived into the office and her boss was in, he seemed less impressed with her jeans, but liked the cleavage.

" Bianca, morning!" He said as he walked towards her "You are wearing jeans?" he asked " Erm, yes I am!" She said looking at her jeans " Well, you know the dress code, no jeans – however I will ! let you off today" he said checking her tight fairly juicy a! ss " Thank you!" she said

She sat at the desk, the library was already busy the male to female ratio at 9:1 making Bianca very aware her "fans" were in. She sat pretty still as it stopped the clit tickler from rubbing against her, she then felt the most craziest sensation between her legs, like the contraption had come alive, the rubber flaps beating against her pussy lips in different directions. She sat up in her chair, just stopping herself from screaming in front of 200 students. She tried to sit in different positions to stop the effectiveness, but the jeans were so tight it trapped the tickler in place, she couldn't contain herself much longer, her clit was on fire, pulsating in pleasure and pain. She looked around looking for Anthony, he had the remote she couldn't see him. She was getting frustrated as she wanted it to stop. Then it did, she relaxed back into a relaxed position, her clit still pounding but starting to calm down.

She looked around, maybe it wasn't Anthony maybe it was a student? Maybe it was the postroom guy? Maybe it was Bernard? She looked in all directions and there was no way she could tell, the whole library was practically staring and laughing. She felt helpless, wanting to rip the thing out of her cunt, but knew Anthony would punish her if she did. Another hour went by before the clit was triggered off again, this time she got up and walked into the office. She needed to think of a conversation with her boss, which was weird as she normally avoided him, he seemed pleasantly surprised and closed the door as he sat her down on the low level sofa. She felt her body moving with the pulsations, her boobs bouncing with each shudder which her boss noticed. She tried her hardest to stay still.

" You ok Bianca?" he asked " Yes, I am finnneee" she said realising she was unable to speak " Oh, OK, so what would you like to tal! k about?" he asked wondering the purpose of her visit " E! rm, I,.. . I wassss yea!" she said babbling wanting to scream out in pleasure as she was close to cumming " Let me get you some water.... actually" he paused "Wait there..." he smiled

Bianca clenched her fists to fight the sensations, she was normally loud when she came and lost all control, but she kept reminding herself where she was and who was there. Then, suddenly the flicker stopped, Bianca was relieved as well as disappointed. Her boss came back with the pink coffee mug, 'oh no' she thought, she took it and it was surprisingly cold, she looked in it, it was clear liquid 'ah, water!' she thought. She was still very aroused, desperate to climax and a real need to squeeze her nipples, she visualised her boss grabbing her breasts, but shook the disgusting thought out of her mind. She realised that this was her opportunity to get her way into Bernard's house, she had no intention to fuck him, just get in.

" You ! feeling better now Bianca?" he asked, sitting closer than he was before " Yes, thank you" she said, realising she needed to be nice " So what was it?"he enquired " Anthony, was erm... well wondering if you would like to come to dinner with us?" she blurted, wondering after she said it how that was going to help " Oh!" said Bernard, shocked "Well, of course!" he said excited and flattered to be asked " Brilliant, erm, tomorrow night good?" she asked wondering what she was doing " Fine, where?" He asked " Oh, erm well Anthony didn't say, he normally goes somewhere far though so we can pick you up!" She said, now standing " Brilliant, don't forget to finish your drink" he said realising she had yet to take a sip

Bianca put the mug to her lips, wanting to quickly drink and get out of the most awkward situation, she tipped the mug and realised it was pure vodka, swimming in her mouth, tasting vile she loo! ked shocked towards Bernard and swallowed, he was turned on by! the way she downed straight Vodka, like a pro! Bianca felt giddy, how many more sensations could she take, she felt out of control as she walked back to the desk, her clit being rubbed by the tickler as she staggered.

She looked at the clock, it was nearly lunch, she needed to sleep to gain her senses back. Finally lunch was here, she took out her sandwiches and went to far end of the library, into a study room, it was quiet, no one could see as the windows were obscured by posters and not many students used the rooms anyway as there was no PC's. She grabbed a paper and sat reading, then was shaken by the tickler, she grabbed the edge of the table to calm the sensations, which were more intense this time. She stood up to see who was around, someone must be close to get range for the control to work, she looked outside the study room and the whole section was empty. She sat back down, this time facing the door and window so she could see who was walking ! past. The tickler seemed to be growing, she heard a very mechanical noise coming from her crotch, as the penis shaped plastic head expand slowly down her pussy, she sat still almost waiting for it to stop, it was now at about 4 inches and very uncomfortable leading Bianca to spread her legs for a better fit.

The penis started to swirl and the rubber flaps flick her clit lips, she looked through the window and no one was in sight, she tried to get up but it hurt so she stayed in position, legs wide open. She started to touch her boobs, rub her nipples, very discreetly just in-case anyone walked past, as the minutes went on she became more complacent, giving in to the sensations, she was now desperate to climax after being teased all morning. Her bra was too padded to feel anything, so she pulled her top and bra down, sat back and stroked her rock hard nipples. She found herself fucking the tickler back, her jeans countering her thrusts automatica! lly. She closed her eyes in pleasure, forgetting where she was! , but ke eping her screams to hard but low pitched groans.

She was already primed with foreplay from earlier, her clit already lit like touch paper, this time it was time for the fireworks. She got up slightly from her seat, bending forward over the table, making her jeans more tort and pushing in the tickler deeper, she rubbed her tits with one hand and used the other to prop herself up, her hair over her clammy face she could feel her body getting ready for the fireworks, then it stopped. She could not believe it, almost angered by frustration, she stood up, tits hanging out, hair on her face. She un-did her jeans, they were so tight that she needed to pull them all the way down to her knees to get her hands to her pussy.

She pulled out the tickler, placed it on the table and placed her fingers on her clit, rubbing as hard as she could to finish this off once and for all. After minutes of rubbing the sensation came back and ! she was there, just a few more, come on she said aloud like a jockey to his horse, finally she came, it felt so good, it was a relief. She heard a noise from outside, her heart stopped, was someone watching? She could hear the someone come towards the door, she looked down at herself, jeans around her ankles, tits out of her top, she bent down to pull her jeans up, they were too tight to do sitting down, she broke a nail pulling them up, although not get further than her knees.

She heard the squeaking of the door open, and saw a foot come in from under the table, was it Anthony? Was it his accomplice? She came up from under the table, slouching forward realising her tits were still out and her jeans to her knees, it was Bernard. He looked at her, she was sitting very unlady like, almost like a student and didn't sit up at his presence which he found odd.

" You OK Bianca?" He asked " Yep, fine, just.... reading! the paper!" she said trying to act normal " Oh, OK, I th! ought yo u may have fallen asleep" he said " No, I'm fine, thank you!" she said wondering when he was to leave " OK, well you were due back about 5mins ago and it is getting busy" he said awaiting for her to get up " Right...." she said wondering what to do "Erm, OK I will be there" she said staring at him " What is this?" he asked "Tickler?" he said picking up her Clit Tickler " I don't know I found it on the floor, was going to take it to lost property" she said shocked " OK" he said still awaiting for her to get up " Right... can you give me a minute?" she asked " Oh, sure!" he said bemused " I, well it is embarrassing but I ate a bit much and undone my jeans" she explained " Oh, of course, erm I will see you back at the office" he said flustered

Bianca done up her jeans and pulled her top back over her tits. She put the tickler back in her pussy, Anthony had not given her permission to remove! it and rushed to the office and put her bag down. She felt fairly good after having on of the most powerful orgasms of her life. The tickler didn't go off at all for the rest of the day, in fact it was fairly normal, well normal as it could be. She headed to the bus stop at home time and boarded a very busy bus, like always she did not get a seat and found herself standing over a group of horny students all around with their phones out. She felt much more at ease, maybe as she was wearing jeans and felt more covered.

Then, as the bus started she felt a shudder between her legs, she looked around to see who was, she couldn't distinguish between those with IPODs; phones or hand held game consoles. She tried to read the body language and all of the guys staring looked guilty, it was impossible for her to figure it out and impossible for her to concentrate as her body began to feel the electric shocks of heaven run through her body. She started to ! shake with each contraction in her body and pressed the bell t! o get of f the bus and walk, it felt like ages as the bus was stuck in traffic, she stood by the door, looking at the driver but not having the courage to ask him to let her off. She was feeling the penis extend into her pussy and knew what was coming, she heard loud laughter from the some of passengers, she looked over and all eyes seemed to be staring at her and she couldn't tell who was laughing or whether it was about her. Finally the bus came to the stop and she ran home.

The next day at work was fairly uneventful, Bianca was now starting to figure out how she was going to get into her boss's house and get that CD. He was very excited, bringing it up at every opportunity, he obviously didn't go out much. She shuddered everytime the phone rang, what if it was Anthony and her boss mentioned tonight, he would blow it. She was still sore from the tickler the previous day, however was not instructed to wear it that day so her pussy could rest. She left wo! rk and told her boss they would be around at 7pm.

She went home and got dressed, she wanted to wear her jeans, however they had the smell of her pussy juices and she didn't put them in the wash, she changed several times, arguing in her head that she needed to get into his bedroom and the end justified the means, but changing her mind as the thought disgusted her. Finally she decided upon the black mini skirt and vest top, with red heels. She called a taxi making her way to Bernards house, with a plan, she stopped over to get a bottle of wine and arrived at 7pm sharp. The house was pretty big for a single man, mid-terrace and a well kept garden, she rang the doorbell

" Bianca!" said her boss, very excited, he was wearing a checked shirt; green tank top and green cord trousers. "Come in? Is Anthony parking?" he asked " Erm, no...." she walked in "He couldn't make it, emergency at work" " Oh" he s! aid mildly devastated " I... got us a bottle of wine, maybe! we can get a take-away and stay here" she said almost flirting " Yes, why not come through to the lounge" he said liking the idea much better

The house was pretty grand, flowered wall paper and huge sofa's with ornaments everywhere, she sat down, almost sinking back into the sofa, her feet leaving the ground as she mis-judged how soft the sofa was and finding it hard to edge forward. He sat opposite her, obviously having a great view of the only woman who had been in his house for years. Bianca felt uncomfortable, smiling just to create some atmosphere. Bernard got up to get drinks, still thinking that Bianca loved her vodka he played the dutiful host, Bianca needed a strong drink so accepted, he also returned with a file 'oh please not holiday photo's' she thought, but it was worse, an A-Z index file of all the take-away menus in the area!

They settled on Chinese and Bernard made the call, Bianca's phone rang and she! edged her way forward, her skirt rising without her realising to answer. It was Anthony

" Hi whore!" he said " Hey!" she said trying to sound happy for Bernard " How is it going with Bernard, you fucked him yet?" he asked making it sound more repulsive " No, we are getting a Chinese" she said " Classy, a bit too classy for you though, you're more of a greasy kebab girl the way you dressed up for him tonight" he laughed, Bianca remembered the camera's in her house and rolled her eyes " Bernard is fine, he understands you were called away!" she said making things appeared normal " You have until midnight Cinderella!" he said then putting the phone down " Love you too honey, bye!" she said styling he was still there "That was Anthony, he apologises again" she explained to Bernard " Oh, not to worry" he said, realising he could see right up her skirt as it was pretty high

! They sat back in silence, Bianca sipping on her vodka just to ! do somet hing.

" Nice outfit" he said, making her skin crawl " Thank you" she said not know what to say "you too!" " Really? Well I thought I would make an effort" he said pleased with the compliment " You certainly did.... so you live here alone?" she asked " Yes, well when the wife left it was just me!" he said " Right, she leave recently?" asked Bianca strangely interested " No, it was about 12yrs ago!" he said " And.... anyone since?" she asked, not knowing why she wanted to know " No... no, there hasn't been!" he said making it clear " Oh, sorry you still love her?" she asked making sure not to offend " No, its not that, just there has been ... how do I put it? No interest" he said at which point the doorbell rang and the food arrived

Bernard took the food into the kitchen, Bianca wondering why sat waiting. Bernard appeared and said food was in the dinning room, Bi! anca was a bit surprised but push herself up from her seat and followed Bernard to the dinning room where he placed all the food on display like a grand dinner party. She sat on the dinning table chair, relieved that she cost sit up, Bernard played the perfect host serving the food and then pulled out his special stainless steel chopsticks which Bianca thought was pathetic but acted overly impressed. They started to eat, the occasional small talk disturbing the silence. Finally they finished and Bernard took the plates to the kitchen and started to do the dishes, Bianca asked where the toilets were and realised this was a good time to get upstairs.

She ran upstairs, her heart beating realising she was doing a bad thing, she got to the top of the stairs and looked at the 8 doors in front of her, which room was his? She found the toilet and slammed the door shut making out as if she was in there. She crept slowly to the first door, it was a junk r! oom, no bed. She opened the second door, it was a cupboard, th! e third door was a room with a bed but was very flowery and seemed small, she checked another door, it was a home office, she checked another door, it was a large room, his clothes hanging, a bed looking well used and his glasses on the side, this must be it.

She turned to see if anyone was around and walked in, she slid her hand under the mattress on the side closest to the door, nothing, she ran around to the otherside, got on her knees and felt around, nothing. She stood up and walked towards the door when Bernard walked in. Her body shook in fear, he looked at her she stared at him speechless.

" You looking for something Bianca?" he asked, almost annoyed " Erm, no.... I was, waiting for you!" she said, then smiled, his face changed from anger to intrigue " Oh, why?" he asked, now nervous " Why do you think?" asked Bianca biting her bottom lip moving closer " Well, erm..." stuttered Bernard, looseni! ng his tie "What about Anthony?" " What about him... you saying no?" she asked looking down " No, I am not..." quickly jumped in Bernard " Good..." said Bianca as she was now in front of him

Bianca couldn't believe what she was doing, but she wad blinded by the need to find the CD and now not get caught for stealing. She walked past her boss, walking to the bed and sitting, he stood there watching as she laid back, swinging her legs so she could lay properly, Bernard was now directly in front of her, staring wondering if he should pounce on her or not. She bent her knees, Bernard moving his head slightly to catch a glimpse up her skirt, but there was no need as she moved her right foot sliding her legs open, Bernard's eyes opened as wide as her legs did as he saw red lacy knickers. His jaw dropped open as he gulped, hypnotised and fixated on her crotch like a hungry dog on a juicy piece of steak.

H! is hand move forward, at first really slowly to check if it wa! s not a mirage, her heart pounding as she saw his fat, hairy sweaty hands with dirty fingernails come towards her making her stomach turn. His hands touched the side of her soft smooth thigh, he climbed onto the bed and was now on his knees with her legs either side of him. He carried on crawling in, his crotch resting on hers, she feeling his bulge through his trousers. He lent forward, over her, his belly and weight felt on her stomach. His hands caressed her boobs, before he pulled down her vest and sucked on her nipples.

She closed her eyes, it felt good but she reminded herself who it was and indistinctly pushed him off, he sat up slightly, still trapping her under him, he didn't look pleased and she had to rescue her outburst by asking him to strip. He got up, excited, she watched as he removed his tank top, then his shirt, revealing a vest. He took his shoes off, undone his trousers and stepped out of them, he was wearing a pair of Y fronts, which! had been washed so much they where an off-grey, he picked up his trousers and folded them neatly, then she noticed his stocks, held up by braces which was the icing on her very nasty cake, but it got worse as he removed his vest revealing his hairy wobbly belly and set of manboobs. He then removed his Y Fronts, folding it alongside the vest, as he turned to place his folded clothes on the chair she looked in disbelief at his hairy ass and back. He turned to face her, slapping his belly as he walked towards her, leaving his socks and braces on.

Bianca smiled, acting if she was impressed. He looked over her, she feel uncomfortable, he said that it was her turn to be stripped and then proceeded to spread her legs wide, grab her panties and pull them down, she could feel it rip slightly as he pulled it off her ankles. He scrounged it in his hands and held it to his nose, inhaling her juices. He pulled her vest down, her busty firm boobs bouncing ou! t ready for attention, he slapped the tips to get the nipples ! hard. He then started to rub his cock, it was hairy and fat, he pushed the foreskin back and forth over the head with one hand and flicking her nipples with the other. Bianca was in shock, he seemed to know what he was doing, just looked like a complete beast!

He flicked her nipple hard, she whimpered, "you like that" he asked, Bianca not wanting to upset him said yes and smiled, he flicked it again harder and asked again, Bianca smiled and said yes. He then asked her whether she liked it rough, she looked at him and smiled, he smiled back remarking how he was rough and that was one of the reasons he left his wife as she was frigid, he dreamt of a girl like Bianca and couldn't believe she was there, under his nose daily and he didn't know. She smiled, as she wondered what he wanted to do. He climbed back on top of her, she felt his weight back on her small framed body. He inserted his cock inside of her, and pinned her arms down, sucking hard on her ! tits. His cock was fatter than she experienced before, she closed her eyes and felt her lifeless body bounce on the old bed, he licked her face whispering in her ear that she was tight for someone who fucked around a lot. She blanked out his voice and breathed through her mouth to avoid inhaling his strong BO as he began to sweat. Finally she could feel him pulsate, she realised that he didn't wear a condom and started to push him off, whispering she wanted to taste him and then climbed between his legs as he rolled over on his back like a whale. She placed his cock in her mouth, the smell of his sweaty balls was unbearable, she closed her eyes and sucked hard and fast to get him to cum as fast as possible, finally he shot his load and not realising spitting was an option in such circumstances she swallowed.

He was out of breath, mumbling how he had never had a blow job before and it was great, he started to drift off to sleep, she watched him d! oze off and begin to snore. She got up, pulling her stretched ! vest bac k over her boobs and her skirt back down. She went to the other rooms to explore under the mattresses, there was nothing under any of the 4 beds. She came back into the room, he was still out cold, she felt under the mattress and under the bed, nothing. She was frustrated, it had to be somewhere, she looked around and then wondered if he already found it, maybe it was in his study, she ran and looked around, in the drive and in all of the CD covers, it could be any of the 80plus CDs.

She heard him call her name, she walked back in and said she was just in the toilet and he should sleep. He sat up, looking at her again and telling her he was tired so will call her a cab so he can retire. She looked mortified, she stated she was planning on staying, winking at him but he laughed saying he was an old man and once was enough, but also it was a week day and they had work. He proceeded to call the cab, she felt used, like he was throwing her out after ! fucking her, even someone like Bernard treated her like a whore – that was an all time low.

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