“When did this first happen?”

“Three weeks ago.” I hesitate, as I think. “Yes, three weeks, Saturday.”

“And you are saying it happened again, when?”

“Last Saturday.”

“And you have no recollection of what happened?”

“Oh, I remember it all very well, vividly!”

“So, forgive me for being stupid, but what is the matter? I mean if you remember what happened, what is it you want me to do?”

“Well, that’s the fucking problem! I don’t know what I want her to do, but she can see I’m upset. ”

“I’m sorry. I should not have said that. Just tell me what happened.”

“Just the actual event?”

“No, Jill. Tell me everything.”

oOo

I love our work parties. Well, they are not parties, as such, they are just a group of us younger guys, meeting up to let our hair down, and let our mother’s down! Yes, we play hard, but, then again, we work hard. It might not be the most glamorous profession, but it is hectic.

I work in cybercrime and surveillance. It is mostly computer-based but we spot hacks, fix them and recover systems. And that makes most of us a right bunch of geeks. But someone has to do it, and it pays well.

It was a usual Saturday night out. We had all gathered at Harry’s, a lively bar, which has a dance floor. It is at the top of the High Street. All the usual crowd were there, and Sally and I had got on “it” early.

I think we had had a bottle each by the time everyone got there. But that was pretty standard for me and Sally. And soon we were on the dance floor, shaking our stuff, and enjoying the attention of a small group of lads we didn’t know.

When we returned to our group, they had appeared close by, much to the annoyance of a couple of our colleagues.

You would not describe Sally and me as prudes. Fuck no. Sally has been at the company for a couple of years now, although I only joined nine months ago, and we immediately hit it off on our first night out together, we picked up a couple of lads and went back to their place.

It had been, well, good fun. Sally had fucked one of them, me the other, but I surprised her when I started on the other lad, and when he fucked me, Sally had just watched me.

On the walk home, we call it the walk of shame, she asked me if I always fucked more than one. And I admitted I do. One is never enough. Two isn’t, even three, which I think is my current record.

You see, I have a problem, I’m just never satisfied. I end up going home and masturbating for hours, and hours. Oh, I orgasm, many times, but as soon as one has receded, I start again. And again. And again.

Anyway, it was the usual night out, other than Steve, the boss, was there. He is very handsome and has a reputation Sally knows to be true. She had told me he was a good fuck, the best she’s had anyway, and that would be from quite a significant sample. And so, that night, he was my target.

We had all gone on to a club, where we were regulars and Steve had taken his chance to dance with me. Not that he would have to get lucky, that is! Anyway, from there, a few of us, including Steve, and Sally, went on to a house party, only a short walk from where I live.

It was packed but it was fun and Steve had grabbed me and we had been messing about under the stairs, you know, the usual stuff. His cock was rock-hard and I must admit I was very horny.

I remember going upstairs. I was pissed but I knew what was happening, and I opened a few doors to see if we could sneak in and use one of the bedrooms. When I turned around, he was there and I started to pull him into one of them, when someone called him. I told him not to be long and I went in. And I waited.

The room was dark, but I could make out the bed and I lay down and waited. I must have dozed off. The next thing I remember is, well, I’m not sure how to describe it. I felt hands on my legs, not creepy, just a lovely soft feeling, stroking my ankles. I just lay there and enjoyed the sensation and the stoking went up my legs, gently rubbing my knees and then on up, onto my thighs.

There was no pressure, just the most delicate soft stroking, just what I like, and I remember just opening my legs, allowing his hands to explore. Well, I say his. It was then I opened my eyes.

It was pitch dark, and I mean, absolutely no light at all. I even thought I had a blindfold on. But the feeling between my legs was wonderful. He had gently pulled my panties to one side and was gently exploring with his fingers and I realised I was already soaking wet, as his fingers slipped into me.

“Are you sure you want to hear all this?” I ask.

“As long as you don’t mind telling me.”

He continued to explore me, so gently, his fingers seeming to reach every single spot and then he eased by bottom up and slipped off my panties. Fuck, it was so horny, and when I felt his lips on my pussy and his tongue started to gently lick my clitoris, I thought I was in heaven. It was simply wonderful!

I just lay there, pulses running up through my body, every single nerve tingling with delight, and I felt my orgasm being to build and build. Normally, I would just cum, but I didn’t. Instead, he kept me just off that point of no return, you know, right to the edge and then he would ease back, just a little and the next time that edge would move a little closer. It was utterly wonderful and yet so utterly frustrating, God, I needed to come, but I didn’t.

And then suddenly he stopped and he moved up my body, his hands under my dress until I could feel his breathing on my breasts and in one single movement, he pushed my dress up and off me, and my bra with it.

Oh my God, the feel of his body on mine was yet another incredible feeling and when he kissed me, I found myself lost in him, as if I wanted him to eat me, to swallow me whole. And then I felt his cock!

At first, I thought that could not be all him, but it was! When he slipped it in, I thought I’d pass out. Never, ever, has a cock done that to me. It wasn’t that it was huge, it wasn’t, or even that it was rock-hard, and it was but, I don’t know how to describe it, other than it hit every single horny spot in me.

He fucked me like I had never been fucked before. Ever. I don’t know how long he fucked me. All I can remember is being completely smothered under him, my hands under his arms and on his strong back, gripping him, my nails digging into his back and he pounded me. And all the time, my orgasm was building and building, reaching a level I had never experienced before. And then I let it rip.

I remember almost screaming, almost crying out in ecstasy, every single part of my body shaking with pleasure, every nerve on fire and just when I thought it could not get better, he orgasmed. The feeling of his cum hitting deep, deep into me sent me over the edge again.

I must have passed out, well, not passed out although I would not have been surprised as my whole body and my whole mind, had never experienced anything remotely as incredible. Anyway, when I woke up, light was coming in through the window. But he had gone.

My whole body was still hot and sticky and I remember feeling my pussy, which was soaking, and felt wonderfully used. I found my panties at the end of the bed, and my dress, with my bra tangled in it, over by the window where he must have thrown it.

I quickly dressed, put on my shoes and opened the door. The house was silent, other than some snoring coming from a bedroom. I glanced in, it was just two of the lads who lived there. Downstairs looked like a bomb had hit it. Several lads were asleep on the floor, and a girl was on one of the sofas, wearing just her panties. And on the other was Sally.

I gently woke her and after we retrieved her dress and her shoes, we left, leaving her panties wherever they had been thrown. On the way I asked her what had happened, pretending I had just crashed out.

“You missed the drama of all dramas!”

“Why what happened?”

“Fucking hell, Jill. You must have been out of it! You remember you went upstairs and Steve followed you?”

“Yes,” I said, wondering where this was going.

“His fucking wife turned up! She must have been tracking his phone. I thought she was going to fucking kill him!”

“You are kidding, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not. She went mental. And she directed some of her insults at me!”

“Oh, fucking hell. What did you do?”

“Nothing. Steve tried to calm her down but she wasn’t having any of it.”

“So, she left him there?”

“No, she dragged him out by his hair! What a scene, it was quite funny, really.”

“So, he left then, with her?”

“Straight away.”

“He didn’t come back later?”

“No.”

“Sally, are you sure?”

“Definitely. Most people left and the lads locked up, as they were worried she would return. And I was on that sofa riding Nick, so I would have seen him. Why?”

When I got home, I took a better look at my body. My pussy looked lovely and used, my lips swollen and my clit was still tender. And there were red marks on my nipples and neck. But there was something else.

Normally I would have been masturbating all Sunday and more, but no. I felt just simply wonderfully content, the first time I had felt truly satisfied.

She was listening, intently, writing notes on her pad. “So, Jill, who was he?”

“Doctor, that’s the point, I don’t know. I thought it must have been Steve, but it wasn’t. The story about his wife gatecrashing the party went around the office like wildfire. And when I asked him if he was OK, he was very standoffish. No, it wasn’t him. I know that for certain.”

“Are you sure?”

“Certain, because it happened again last Saturday.”

It wasn’t a work outing. Instead, I had arranged to meet Sally at Harry’s and a few of the guys just happened to be there. It was a fun evening, but to be honest, my mind was elsewhere. I had quizzed Sally until she was very bored with the subject and I had even asked the two guys whose house it was.

That had been an interesting conversation. You can imagine it, can’t you? “Hey guys, was it one of you who fucked me senseless the other night?” or “Did you happen to see who it was who fucked my brains out?” As it was, I accidentally on purpose found myself in their local a few days later and it was quite clear they were completely out of it.

Matt, whose room it was, had tried to get in, but it had been locked. He just thought somebody had crashed out in there, but he had been too pissed to worry and slept in the same room as Pete.

But, I don’t remember locking it. Why would I have locked it? I was hoping Steve would come up, so I wouldn’t have locked it.

It was a nice evening but, as I said, my mind was elsewhere. A couple of guys had chatted to me but I wasn’t interested in that way, but Sally was on form. And a couple of guys from work had been chatting away to me. Luke was quite a funny and cheeky lad, very witty and it was obvious he fancied me, as I think did his mate, Adam. I’m not sure what he does in the company but he was tall, and quite handsome, but painfully quiet and awkward.

Well, it was quite late and Sally had just said goodbye, she had a lad on each arm and I knew she was off to have some fun. Luke and Adam were trying their luck elsewhere so I slipped off, without saying anything and set off home.

It’s only a twenty-minute walk, almost most of it along well-used and well-lit roads, a walk I have done a hundred times. But, for some reason, I felt uncomfortable. At first, it was as usual, several couples and small groups of girls and boys, moving from one pub to another, or on to one of the bars and clubs. But something just didn’t feel right.

When I glanced over my shoulder, I couldn’t see anything untoward but when I turned the corner I glanced again, and I thought I saw someone. I walked a few more paces and stopped, pretending to be looking in the shop window. My purse was open and I found my alarm, and I waited. Nothing. A couple appeared and crossed the road, and after a few seconds, I too crossed the road, and set off, just a little quicker than normal.

I had almost reached my road when that feeling returned and this time, when I turned, I saw someone, walking in the same direction but on the other side of the road. As soon as I turned onto my road, I quickened my pace, and still gripping my alarm I hurried up the road to my apartment block. I quickly turned and looked down the road but couldn’t see him, so I rushed to the door and using my fob, I was soon inside and the door locked. I waited, just in case, but after perhaps a minute, no one passed by and I went up to my flat.

Even though I knew I was safe, I was relieved to slam the door shut and slip the bolts shut. I left the lights off, walked over to the window and looked out. No, I couldn’t see anybody.

I had never felt like that before, not here, in my own home, and I didn’t like it. And even though I knew I was safe, I shut all the blinds and curtains before I turned on any lights, and it was not long before I had relaxed and very soon, I was tucked up in bed, all cosy and warm.

I remember I was dreaming. The sun is warm and I can hear the waves on the beach. And I can feel his hands on my legs, slowly and softly rubbing in my sun-tan lotion and as he strokes me, I gradually let my legs open, so he can access my thighs. Fucking hell! And I woke up.

The room was pitch black, the soft light which normally creeps in through my window was not there. But he is. This time he doesn’t need to remove my panties, my naked body is his to have and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it, and there is nothing I want to do about it either.

It was fucking incredible. I had thought that what had happened last time could only be a one-off. I was so wrong.

When I woke, light was shining through the curtains. My head was hanging off the end of the bed, my hair covering my face, my arms and legs spread wide. I raised my head, sweeping my hair back and I looked around, but he was not there. I stayed like that for a few minutes, my head spinning with what happened and when I eventually lifted my body, I felt the aches of stretched muscles, the sores of nipples sucked, and the tenderness of a pussy well and truly fucked.

It took me a few minutes to get to my feet, and I noticed the bruises on my hips and bottom, the red blotches on my skin where he had sucked me and chewed me. And my pussy was still swollen. I felt incredible.

It was when I opened the door into the living room I was worried. I suppose I was expecting a handsome man, making breakfast, but there was no one. The bathroom door was shut and I carefully listened at the door, but I could hear nothing. It was empty. Where is he?

It was then I saw the door. It was still bolted!

I went to see Charlie. He is the apartment manager. I know we have CCTV on the entrance door. He said he shouldn’t but I gave him my very best smile and let my top gape open so he could see most of my breasts. It was the usual stuff, the usual people coming and going and, as I flicked through the video, my nerves kept rising until I saw her. Me!

I looked anxious. As I slammed the door behind me, I looked relieved, and I watched the other cameras, which caught me running up the stairs and into my flat.

I watched as Mr and Mrs Thompson, from Flat 5, got home. That was late for them, and Mr Thompson looked worse for wear, Mrs Thompson leaving him to tackle the stairs whilst she took the lift.  And finally, the girl from the top-floor flat. She had a man with her. He was tall, but I couldn’t make out his features, as he had a hoodie on and a baseball cap.

I fast-forwarded until I saw him leave, but he took the stairs and I followed him down, via the cameras and watched as he stopped on each floor, listening at each door, including mine.

Charlie said he would have a word with her. But the stranger had left, and I even checked the time stamps to make sure nothing had been deleted.

“Jill, I don’t know what to say?” I was not surprised; I didn’t know what to say either. “Are you certain you had sex?”

“Yes, Doctor. I think so. I think.”

“Could this just be a very sexy dream? You know, boys refer to it as a wet dream; when they wake, they have had some sort of orgasm.”

“But the sores, the kiss marks, the redness around my nipples and my pussy...” but I didn’t finish, I knew what she was going to say. “Sorry to have bothered you, Doctor.”

“Jill. I have to ask you. Do you believe you have been abused?”

“Definitely not, it was wonderful.”

“Jill, remember, if you have been deceived into having sex with someone you did not intend to have sex with, it is still abuse.”

“No, no, I haven’t. Whoever this was, I wanted him. That’s the issue. If I can find him, I want him.”

“If there is a him.”

“Exactly.”

“Jill, I am truly sorry. But you obviously want my opinion. I think it is all the result of a very hyper imagination and, if I’m being honest, a very high sex drive.”

oOo

Of course, she could be right. But that does not help me. What the hell am I supposed to do now? The episode at home had worried me but no matter which way you look at this, it had to have been a dream. My door was bolted from the inside. The windows were locked. For fuck's sake, my flat is three floors up!

Sally thinks I’m mad. “Nobody else was in the house, and it wasn’t any of them, was it?!” And I knew it hadn’t been Nick. For a start Sally had fucked him and, besides that, I have fucked him before. No, it was not him. So, what about the two lads, whose house it was, Pete and Matt?

Both had denied knowing anything about it. Do I believe them?

Have you ever looked at someone and thought to yourself, I wonder what they would be like in bed? No? Fuck, it must be me then, as I do that all the time. And, in the past few years, since I had become sexually active, or as my Doctor would suggest, highly sexually active, I think I was quite good at it. And Matt and Pete did not score highly in that regard. Yes, I believed them.

I thought I’d try the bar, Harry’s, after all, it was the common denominator. That was going to be difficult as I didn’t think I could wander in and simply ask to see their CCTV. Or could I?

“Hi, Luke.” He was busy at his workstation but smiled when he saw me. I am not surprised, I knew he fancied me.

“Jill, hi, how are you?”

“Me? I’m good. Did you have any luck Saturday night?”

“Luck? Oh, I see, no. Don’t seem to be getting much...” he paused, just briefly, “well, luck!”

I smiled at him, a nice, friendly smile. Well, I think to myself, your luck might be changing.

“What, a handsome lad like you?”

“Very funny. Anyway, Jill, what can I do for you?”

“I need a favour.”

“What type of favour?” he asked, his eyebrows raised suspiciously.

“Fancy a drink, after work?”

“What, me and you?”

“Well, I wasn’t planning on inviting my granny! Yes, me and you.”

“And this favour?”

“I’ll tell you over drinks.”

“OK. King’s Arms?”

“I’ll see you there.”

I think I mentioned before, Luke is a likeable character, very chatty and very witty and, the more I looked at him, well, he grew on me. And I needed this favour. I knew he worked on the surveillance side of the business so I guessed if anyone knew, he would.

“Luke, I do need a favour.”

“Yes, you said. OK, Jill, I dread to ask but what is this favour?”

“Do you remember the other Saturday, when we were at Harry’s?” He did.

“Well, when I left, I am certain somebody followed me,” and I explained how at first everything was just a normal stroll home, but I had had that strange feeling. And, then I saw someone. “Well, I think he was in the bar.”

“I didn’t see anyone follow you out.” As soon as he said it, he realised what that meant. “I don’t mean I was watching you, I mean, I just noticed you leaving.” I smiled, and he gave a little laugh. “Well, you do have a lovely ass.”

“Thank you,” I said, and I smiled again, “I’ll take that as a compliment. Luke, is there any way we can get a look at their CCTV?”

“Fucking hell, Jill. You’re not suggesting we hack into it, are you?” I didn’t reply, instead, I waited for him to say something. “Jill, even if I could, I wouldn’t. You can get locked up for that.”

“Sorry, Luke, sorry. This has worried me. If there is someone following me, well, I’m worried.”

“Come on. Let’s go,” he said and standing up, he finished his drink, “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“Harry’s. I know the manager. We were at school together. I’ll ask him.”

oOo

Blimey. I sometimes think if you saw what these cameras catch, you’d be a good deal more careful about what you did. Luke very quickly found what we were looking for. There we were, all happy and chatting and I noticed, as I walked away to chat with Sally, the small group of lads all followed my ass.

“You can’t blame us!” he said, now flicking across the numerous cameras. There were all the familiar faces and, of course, many people I didn’t know. Luke zoomed in on a few faces, but there wasn’t anything unusual.

“Jill, this is you leaving.” As I get to the door, I put on my coat, and then check my bag. Luke froze the image and then, switched to another camera, this one being from behind me. He was just about to continue playing the video when he stopped.

“What is it?”

“I don’t know,” and I watched as he rewound the tape, and then played it again, but this time he zoomed in, and froze the frame. “Jill, look. There, on the left.”

At first, I didn’t know what he was looking at. Then I saw it. There was someone, just on the edge of the picture, but you could only see his legs.

“Luke, it is just someone standing in the pub, near the wall.”

“No. Look again. We see this a lot when we are analysing tapes. Firstly, let’s assume it is just a bloke, out for a quiet drink on his own.”

“What, in Harry’s on a Saturday night?”

“Exactly. It is not the place you go to for a quiet pint. But, let’s assume he is. So, what is he looking at?”

“What do you mean?”

“Jill, who just stands on their own, like that, in a place like Harry’s.” Fucking hell, he’s right. “Now, look at this.” I watched as he clicked away on the screen. We are back with me chatting to him and a couple of the lads, and I turn to go to speak to Sally, and they all follow my ass. Another couple of clicks and he switched to a different camera. “There, look, against the far wall.” Holy Moly, fucking hell!

“Shit, it’s the same person, isn’t it?” The image was blurred and, again, all we could see was the lower part of him, just his legs.

“And the same question, what is he looking at?”

“His phone?”

“No, you can see his hands, they are by his side.” I watched as he continued through the tapes, and we were back at the entrance, and I was about to leave. “OK, let's see if he follows.”

As I leave, you can see me passing the windows. A couple come in, and then a small group of girls, obviously out on a hen night, and then a few people leave.

“Fucking hell, Jill, there!” Oh my god. As a group of lads leave, they are all bunched together, all trying to get out of the door at once. And right in the middle of the group, there is someone, in black.

Luke started to flick through cameras until he found the one he was looking for, and before he hit play, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand, and a shiver ran through me.

As we watched, I could feel my heart thumping in my chest. There’s me, and I turn towards the external camera and disappear, and the hen party crashes in through the doors, and then the lads come out, and they turn and walk away from the camera. Where is he?

As they continue to walk away, they spread out and just as they are about to go out of shot, we see a pair of dark legs turn sharp right and cross the road.

“Fucking hell, Luke. He crosses the road and he could have walked back, on the other side of the road.” I watched as Luke flicked through the various cameras. None of them cover the other side of the road.

“Jill. This does not mean he followed you. It might be completely innocent, just coincidence.”

“Find what you were looking for?” It was Steve, the manager.

“Yes, thanks, mate.”

“Good. We had a bit of a nightmare that night. You are lucky the camera system works on backup batteries.”

“What?” He was about to walk away but stopped. “Steve. What happened?”

“To be honest, we don’t know. We kept getting power outages.”

“I was here most of the night, the power didn’t go out,” said Luke.

“No, it didn’t go off, it just seemed to reduce in output.”

“Eh? What do you mean?” I asked, now very confused.

“It was just in some areas, the lights sort of dimmed, and then lit up again. It was weird.”

“Just lights?” asked Luke.

“Well yes, but it affected the lights in the bar fridges, the lights on the tills, they would just dim for a few seconds.”

oOo

“I’ll get them,” I said. Luke was looking for a table whilst the machine had a long think about my over-used card. When I sat down next to him, he looked at me and shrugged his shoulders.

“Jill, I have no fucking idea if that has anything to do with your possible stalker.”

“If I have one, that is.”

“Exactly. Jill, it could have been anyone, and more likely is more than one person.” He was right. “And, I’m no expert on electrical systems, but I do not know anything that can do that.” I agreed, although I did have an extractor fan which seems to decide its own pace.

He was thinking and I took the opportunity to take a better look at him. He was not handsome and was carrying too much weight but his eyes are nice, and he does have something I do find very attractive in a man; he makes me laugh. He is very witty.

“Jill, if you are very worried about this, perhaps you should go to the police?” I didn’t immediately reply, as I was not sure what I should say.

“I’m not worried.” But I pause, as that probably wasn’t true, I was worried, in a way. I was worried I wouldn’t find him. “I’m not scared, or anything like that. It’s more curiosity.”

We had another drink and chatted about this and that, and I asked him about his luck with the girls or, as he put it, complete lack of luck, making me laugh at some of his stories.

“Luke, thank you. And it’s been lovely talking to you.”

“My pleasure, Jill. Would be lovely to do it again sometime.”

“Luke, it’s not late, do you want to come back to my place for a coffee? Or a beer?”

“Yeah, that would be great. If that’s alright,” and not long after, he followed me up the stairs to my flat.

“Beers are in the fridge. I’ll have a glass of wine, there’s a bottle open.” I switched on some music and he helped himself and handed me my glass.

“Lovely flat, Jill. You been here long?”

“Just since I joined the company. I was over in Redhill before, but much happier here.” He was looking through my book collection and spotted my deck and my vinyls.

“Oh, these look good!”

“See if you can find something you like. I’m just going to the bathroom."

 I checked my make-up and then I took a better look. I like the girl I can see. At twenty-seven years old, I think I am in my prime. I am careful what I eat, not that I need to diet, I just prefer to eat healthily and I am proud of my flat stomach and my firm bottom.

I unclipped my bra and let my breasts loose, always a lovely feeling after a long day, and I gently squeezed them, and teased my nipples. I’m not big like Sally is, but they are firm and my nipples are puffy, and I gently tweaked them again. I decided to keep my hold-ups on and then one final check. Fuck yeah, let’s go and return that favour.

“Found anything good?” His back was to me, flicking through my albums.

“Wow, you’ve got a great collection.” He held up an album “Can I put this on?”

“Oh, yes, one of my favourites,” and he turned on the deck and, after a little fiddling, the first track started to play.

“This album is absolutely...” and, having turned to face me, he stopped. “Fucking hell!”

“I found it in a shop in Leeds,” I said, walking over to the fridge, and I topped up my glass. “Fancy another beer?”

He didn’t reply, but I grabbed one anyway and after removing the cap, I turned and walked towards him.

“Fucking hell, Jill! Oh my god.” I smiled, his eyes looking up and down my body. And I loved it, just loved that power I have. “Oh my god.”

“You approve?” I asked, now just a few feet from him, his eyes still looking up and down my naked body.

“Jill, you don’t have to do this?” It genuinely surprised me and he continued, “I mean, I don’t want you to think you have to, just because I helped you.”

“I know I don’t,” and I stepped closer to him and gently kissed him. But he stepped back, away from me, just a step.

“Or because you are feeling sorry for me.”

“Luke,” I said, putting my glass and his beer onto the adjacent table and then stepping towards him again. “Why do you think I feel sorry for you?”

“Because I don’t get to fuck beautiful girls like you. True, I dream of fucking girls like you, but I am just not in your league!”

“Come here!” I said, and taking his hand, I gently pulled him to me. “It might surprise you,” I continued, placing his hand on my bare bottom, “I like you and I like sex. Yes, women are allowed to like sex.”

His other hand joined the other and, as I kissed him, this time he did respond, and I could feel his erection against my stomach. The first track finished and the second one started, and before Debby Harry’s dulcet tones are heard “Hanging On The Telephone”, Luke’s head was between my legs.

Well, that blows my theory, you know the one, you can tell what a guy is like in bed just by looking at him. Luke might not be exactly my cup of tea. He most definitely knew which buttons to push and when he had left, later that night than either of us had expected, I was pleasantly satisfied, and he had a spring in his step.

He had probably said “Fucking hell, I can’t believe this!” a few too many times, but when he had fucked me bent over the arm of the sofa, my free hand deep between my legs, I had had a truly wonderfully deep orgasm. True, I couldn’t believe it either.

It wasn’t too long afterwards I was astride his hips and driving hard down onto him and he began to tense up, his breathing becoming heavy and, even though my pussy was enjoying the attention, I quickly slipped off him, whipped off the condom and took him deep into my mouth. Oh my!

As the spurts hit the back of my throat, I did my best to hold my breath but there was so much, I had no choice but to allow some to leak from my mouth until finally it stopped. With his cock still in my mouth I looked at him, his face red and sweating and then I slowly let it slip out, cum dribbling down my chin. Much to my approval, as I began to move up his body, he reached down and helped pull me up until we were nose-to-nose, mouth-to-mouth and he opened his mouth.

oOo

“Hi, Jill.”

I looked up from my computer. “Hi Luke, how are you this morning?”

“Tired!” he said, quietly. “Thank you, for, well, you know,” he adds, again quietly.

“No, thank you,” I reply, equally quietly, “it was lovely.” He smiled.

“By the way, I was telling Adam about last night and...”

“You what!?”

“No, no, not about that!” and he laughed, “No, about the lights dimming. He is fucking clever, does some crazy shit with electronic surveillance, way above my level.”

“And?”

“Well, he says it can be done. He’s seen it done!”

Has he? I wonder? “Luke, thank you.” Before he walked away, I added, “Luke, you won’t mention what happened, you know?”

“About the video?” but he laughed. “Yes, I know. Of course not, I promise. And anyway, no one would believe me!”

I watched him walk away, and he gave me a glance as he went around the corner. Perhaps I will again, sometime soon, but if I do, it will have to be at a weekend. After a quick look around and, making sure no one was looking, I slipped my vibrator up my sleeve and headed for one of the single restrooms. Fucking hell, I need to cum again, now!

oOo

Oh my god! I don’t think I have ever met anyone so quiet, so awkwardly shy and I asked myself why on earth is he even out in town tonight? Harry’s was bouncing and everyone was having a great time but, despite my best efforts, I couldn’t get him to dance. As for conversation, fucking hell, this was hard work.

“Luke, for fuck's sake, what’s the matter with him?”

“Jill, he’s just shy as fuck. He’s a nice guy.”

“How can you tell? He hasn’t said anything other than yes, no and I dunno!”

“He might be a bit scared of you.”

“Scared? What does he think I’m going to do?”

Luke just laughed and, after asking if I would like a top-up, he headed off to refill our drinks. Nearly all the people from work were there, even Steve, but I was avoiding him. The last thing I needed was his fucking wife turning up and making a scene. No, I had made my mind up. I need to get Adam on his own. If he is as clever as everyone says he is, he might have some answers for me.

“Any luck?” It was Sally, looking rather worse for wear, her breathing a bit heavy, causing her puppies, as she calls them, to rise and fall, I am sure to the delight of the lads.

“No, not really.”

“You are not seriously thinking about fucking Adam, are you?”

“Why?”

“For fuck's sake, Jill. Are you still trying to find the mystery man? Well, I can tell you for nothing, it isn’t that muppet!” and after a quick sip of her drink, she set off in search of whoever was going to fuck her tonight.

An hour later I was thinking about giving up when Luke reappeared.

“Any luck?” I asked him.

“Same as always, none!” He looked at Adam before he added quietly, “Same as you, I think.”

“Luke, what’s the fucking matter with him? Is he gay?”

He laughed, “No, well, I don’t think so. He told me he thinks you are gorgeous.”

“Then what is it?”

“Jill, he’s just incredibly shy. I think he’s your classic introvert.”

“Luke, I need him to help me. Just tell him I am going home, but I’m a bit worried about walking on my own, get him to walk me home.” He looked at me, perhaps disappointingly.

“I’ll walk you home. I’d love to walk you home!” he said, his face eager.

“Luke, you are lovely. But I need to ask him about you-know-what, alone.” His face is a picture of disappointment. “Luke, you know how I like to repay favours, don’t you?” He smiled, a cute little smile and, announcing I needed to visit the ladies, I walked away, knowing he would be following my bottom.

oOo

Fuck me, who the hell lives like this? I’ve seen tidy before, but this is extreme and it is little wonder I have had to almost force him to let me come back to his place. On the way there, he had talked a little bit more than at the bar. He seemed nice enough, not creepy, just painfully shy and when I had asked him about the light dimming, he had briefly explained how electrics can react to high intensive something or others, which causes a fluctuation with god knows what, and he seemed normal. Other than that, I didn’t have a clue what he meant.

Now, in his flat, I was a little concerned. It was absolutely immaculate and, as I walked around the room, he followed my trail and I realised if I moved something, he would adjust it, just a minute amount: it had to be exactly where it had been.

And there was one area which caught my eye, and, as I moved towards it, he was obviously anxious. There were six computer screens, in two rows of three, with a group of mini computers linked to them.

“What’s all this, Adam?”

“Nothing.”

“Is not nothing, is it? Are you some sort of hacker?” I quipped, but it obviously missed its target. “Or is this all for porn?” My humour failed again. So, I decided on another tack.

“Adam, get me a drink, if you have one that is?”

“That’s all I have,” he said, returning with a beer and then placed a mat on the small table next to me. I was so tempted to ignore it and place the bottle in the middle of the immaculately clean glass top.

“Adam, did Luke explain what’s happened?”

“Yes, about the light?”

“And why I’m interested?”

“He said you were worried that someone was following you?” I wait a second or two, “He said you thought there was someone on the CCTV.” So, Luke had told him more than I had thought he had, “But he says you’re not physically worried, more curious.”

“That’s right.”

“I can clean CCTVs”

”Wipe them clean?”

“No. I can do that, well, anyone can do that. I mean clean the image. It’s an extreme version of enhancing.” Oh, can you?

“But I assume you would need to get the bar to let you do that?” He didn’t immediately answer me, and I watched him, his eyes darting from side to side.

“Yes.”

“But, there is a but, isn’t there?”

“You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“I promise I wouldn’t, Adam. What is it?

“I can access them remotely.” Fucking hell, so that is what all this is.

“Like now?”

“No, not now. It can take me ten minutes to access them, but the cleaning takes longer.”

“And you’d do that for me?”

“Yes. I like you.”

oOo

I thought I was either losing my touch, which I was pretty sure I was not, or his shyness was extreme, but finally, after having to force him to let me open his trousers, I had his cock in my hand. And fuck, what a cock! When I managed first to grab it, I was impressed but when my hand began to pull it out of his pants, I realised there was more and more.

And now, freed from the restraints of his clothing, I was looking at the biggest thing I had ever seen, other than all that fake porn stuff. Wow!

As I took him into my mouth, I thought I would choke and my mind fast-forwarded to what was surely going to happen and my pussy tingled with anticipation of climbing onboard him. Could this be him? I asked myself.

At first, I struggled to get any more than the helmet in my mouth, but after a few minutes, I was circling his glands with my tongue and then licking the whole length, and my mind was working overtime. Could this shyness just be a front? Was the man in the night? After all, he knew how to do all those things—could hack systems, turn lights down, stay clear of cameras?

And suddenly, quite out of the blue, without any build-up other than his soft groans, he shot his load! Fucking hell. The first spurt went up my nose and over my eyes, the next hit me under my chin and the third splashed across my forehead. Fucking hell!

He was embarrassed and immediately began to apologise but I told him it didn’t matter and the usual shit, like it happens to everyone, and because I was so hot and finally, as he started frantically wiping himself and the sofa clean, I told him I was going to clean myself up, and I headed for the bathroom.

Well, I thought to myself, it isn’t him! He certainly had the equipment, in more ways than one, and it would answer why the mystery man never hung around to talk to me, but no. Remembering what that man did to me, no, it was definitely not him. Bugger.

“Adam, do you want me to go?”

“Sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“I can stay if you’d like. We can try again, as soon as you feel up to it.” He didn’t reply, focusing on the stains on the rug, where I assumed it dripped from my face on my way to the bathroom.

“If you’d like to, yes, please. I am sorry.”

“I’ll be waiting for you,” I said, in a somewhat awkwardly sexy tone.

The bedroom was just like the rest of the apartment: spotless, every item in its place. I stripped naked and got into the crisp, ironed sheets and, after turning off the lights, I waited.

oOo

The tip of his tongue on my clitoris woke me. I had been dreaming, surely dreaming, my pussy pulsing with desire, yearning for more, and now his tongue dipped between my silky lips, lapping at my juices and I reached down and grabbed his hair, my hips trying to grind my pussy harder onto his mouth.

My orgasm was nearly there but I needed that cock, and he seemed to realise as he moved up my body until I felt the huge head pressing against my pussy and I squealed with delight as he pressed harder and harder, until finally his glans was in and with one long, hard thrust, all of that wonderful cock was in me and I orgasmed.

The next, god knows how long, was just simply wonderful. Orgasm after orgasm crashed through me, and I craved more and more. My juices seemed to be soaking everything and when he turned me, I reached behind, grabbed my buttocks and spread my cheeks as wide as I could. Oh My God!

As he entered my ass, I lost complete control of my body. Every single sinew, every nerve was shaking, and I thought I was going to explode. And then he orgasmed, his cum splashing deep into my ass and my orgasm crashed through me!

“Adam, are you here?” There was no answer. “Adam, are you in there?” No, the bathroom was empty. So where was he? A quick look around the apartment and there was no sign of him. The place was absolutely spotless. Blimey, he fucked me senseless, then got up and spring cleaned the fucking apartment! But there was something very odd about the place.

Every single thing is in its place. Every coffee cup is identical, every plate, every spoon, every, well, everything is the fucking same. And, as I sipped my coffee and continued my look around the flat, I realised every book on the bookshelf, is in alphabetical order, and there was something else. There was no photo of anyone, or anything, in the place!

It was then that I heard someone at the door and I froze as the door opened. It was Adam.

“Hi,” I said, giving him my best smile.

“Morning,” and without even glancing at me he went to the kitchen and began to put the items from his bag into the fridge, after moving the milk from where I had left it.

“You OK, Adam?” He didn’t reply, but just looked at me, an anxious expression on his face. “Adam? I said, are you OK?”

“I’m sorry about last night.”

“Sorry!? Fucking hell, Adam, it was fucking incredible!”

“What was?” he asked, still packing away fuck knows what.

“Adam, come on, me and you! No one has ever fucked me like that, ever!”

He looked puzzled and uncomfortable. “I didn’t fuck you.”

“Yes, you did! Adam, don’t be shy about something like that. My god, you were fantastic!”

“But I didn’t fuck you.”

“Adam, don’t joke about this. You are an absolute sex machine, you were incredible and...” but before I could finish, he interrupted.

“Jill, I did not fuck you. I slept on the sofa.”

“You are joking, aren’t you?”

“I wish I was! After I, well, after you, well, you know what, I cleaned up and went to sleep on the sofa.” Oh, fucking hell.

This was not funny. As I paced around the flat thinking, he just watched me. If I asked him a question about last night, he answered. But no, he was adamant it was not him.

“So, you are telling me you slept there all night, and you didn’t see anyone or hear anything?”

“Correct.”

“Adam, my pussy has been well and truly fucked. I have had multiple orgasms, and I don’t mean little masturbating ones, I mean mind-blowing fucking lose your senses ones, and I have been fucked in the ass! I can remember screaming in ecstasy. And you heard nothing!”

“Nothing.”

Fucking hell, I thought I was going to be sick and I headed for the bathroom. Oh god, Sally, this is serious. There is no way I was not fucked last night. My pussy was still tingling, my nipples had the marks where they have been sucked and, as for my ass, it was so sore but felt fucking incredible, so much that I could not help slipping my finger in me, which sent incredible spasms through me.

I calmed myself down and after making sure I looked half respectable, a difficult task given what had happened to me, I went back to the living room, where Adam was on his laptop. He didn’t even look up.

“I better go,” I said and began to look for my coat.

“Jill. If I show you something, you must promise to keep this a secret.”

“OK. What?”

“No, Jill. You must promise me. I mean it. A real promise.”

“OK, I promise. Cross my heart hope to die.”

He didn’t look convinced but finally, he said, “Look at this.” Fucking hell! There, on the screen, was the living room and me and him, looking at the laptop, and I looked up to where the camera would be, but I couldn’t see it.

“You won’t spot it,” he said and he flicked through a few screens and there we were again, but this time it was last night. Holy shit. And then he clicked something and there we were again, but this time from a different angle, and I watched as he got me a drink and we chatted, and he flicked through and there I am, trying to seduce him, and finally getting out his cock.

He then fast-forwarded, obviously embarrassed, as I began to suck his cock and it’s all over. As he cleaned up, I headed for the bedroom. And we both watched as he cleaned up, got a duvet from a cupboard and went to sleep.

Adam fast-forwarded the video and we watched the timer flick by. He tossed and turned, but nothing. And about 6.30 am he woke and, after a quick trip to the bathroom, we watched him dress and out he went. It’s about an hour later I emerged from the bedroom, naked, and looking like I’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards.

“Is that it?” He didn’t immediately reply but I can sense he is worried. “Adam, what is it?”

“Jill, there is another camera.”

“Show me.” He didn’t move. “Adam, show me.” He took a deep breath and clicked on another link. Oh my!

This camera was in his bedroom and we watched as I walked in and used the en-suite. Out I came, already naked and got into bed and, after a quick search for the light switch by the bed, I turned off the lights. And immediately, the camera switched to night vision.

Holy moly. But of course, it hadn’t even occurred to me that the screen in the living room had switched to night vision when Adam had turned off the light. But the scene was somewhat different. Within minutes, I kicked the duvet off me and there I was, stark naked, my legs slightly apart, waiting.

Adam began to fast forward, I think slightly embarrassed, but we see me dipping my hand between my legs, just briefly, I think, and then I turn onto my side and I seem to drift off. We watched for a few minutes, and the timer on the screen shows the time, midnight, 1am, 2am, when suddenly there on the screen, I moved.

Adam immediately stopped the video and rewound, just a few minutes until I was just stirring. And he clicked “play”.

What happened in the next hour on that video is difficult to describe. Oh yes, the girl in the video got well and truly fucked. She writhed in ecstasy, crashing through orgasm after orgasm, her body often shaking violently, her legs spread wide, her body being driven, no, pounded, again and again until finally she flipped onto her tummy and we witnessed her being hammered from behind, her hands gripping her cheeks, spreading them as wide as possible.

It was like every porn scene you would have ever seen, and more, except for one thing. What had happened to her, you would expect perhaps three, even four men, but no. There was no one else there, just her.

Now, I did feel sick! Oh my God! Adam was still watching the screen, where I was lying on my tummy, completely exhausted. I watched him fast forward the video until we see her wake. The time showing is 7.30am.

So, it was just my imagination! I couldn’t believe it. How could my pussy feel so used, my ass so sore, my body so complete, so incredibly satisfied? I made an excuse and, grabbing my purse, I went to the bathroom.

Oh God, Jill, what the hell is happening to you? I spent a few minutes trying to sort my hair, to remove some smudged makeup and then, taking a deep breath, I rejoined Adam in the living room.

“Adam, I don’t know what to say, other than sorry, and...” but he wasn’t listening. Instead, he was at his desk in front of the six screens, on which were the CCTV images from all around the flat, the hallway and the road outside and he was flicking through them faster than I could follow. “Adam, I’m going to go now,” but he still didn’t look around and I was about to leave when suddenly I heard him.

“Fucking hell!”

“What is it?”

“Fucking hell.”

“Adam, what is it!?”

“Jill, come look at this.” He was staring at one of the screens, then the one next to it, and was flicking through them. What I did see was enough for me to understand why he had made me promise not to say anything. Some of these were not his cameras.

“What is it, Adam?”

“Look there. This screen,” he said, physically pointing at the one, bottom left, “And then this one,” and he pointed to the one, bottom middle. “Look, carefully,” and he clicked play. After a few seconds, he paused the clips. “See?!”

No, I don’t. “What is it, Adam!?”

“Jill, look at the video of the living room, with me asleep. Now watch this, these numbers on the side. Watch as I play it, watch the numbers.”

As the video ran, nothing seemed untoward, but the numbers increased.

“See, the exposure level increases dramatically. And now look at the screen of you in bed. A few seconds after and, look, the numbers increase.” Yes, they do, but I have no idea what the significance of that was. “Jill, these cameras are light sensitive, like the pupil of your eye. The less light, the wider they become, and even though a human eye cannot pick up anything, these cameras can.”

“OK, and?”

“Jill, what has happened is that any light which would be detectable by the human eye has suddenly disappeared. I mean things like any light coming from the streetlights outside, from the ideal switch on the TV, everything has gone.”

Oh, fucking hell. “Hence, it's pitch black!”

“Yes. But watch as I adjust the exposure.” He clicked on a few things and the images became slightly clearer. “Now watch,” and he clicked play. Initially, I didn’t see anything different, but then I spotted it.

“Fucking hell, Adam, the door opens! Oh my god, the door of the bedroom opens and then closes.”

As I realised what I was saying, the hairs on my neck rose, and I felt shivers running down my spine. Adam looked at me and just nodded. He clicked on a few more things, and I was lying on the bed, completely spent. He adjusted the exposure again, and after a few minutes, the door opened again and shut. Then we watched the living room screen, as we saw the front door open and then shut.

“Jill, I also need you to see this.” He seemed embarrassed, almost ashamed but I am completely past bashful.

“Show me.”

He flicked on a video of me on the bed and he rewound it. It looked almost comical, a girl frantically having sex, on her own, until we are at the moment when I am on my back, my legs spread so wide. And he stopped the frame and zoomed in and, after a few adjustments, the picture was quite clear.

“There! Look at you!” It looks like I am in mid orgasm, I am shaking, shuddering, in the middle of what is an immense, gut-wrenching, mind-blowing orgasm. “Look, Jill, look.” And it hit me.

As clear as it could be, my breasts were pressed flat, my thighs were being squeezed, my legs forcibly spread and, most obviously, my pussy was open, stretched wide. I was being well and truly fucked, except for one thing. The person fucking me was not there.