The Side Project
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Chapter 40: Reed - Fuck it. All in.
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 40: Reed - Fuck it. All in. - A couple of normal, if irreverent, middle class guys get the opportunity to answer the age old question: What would you do with your life if money was no object? While on a trip to explore a new city they make a discovery: A community of raging misogynistic 'Alpha' males who behave like frat boys and mistreat their wives. Suddenly they know exactly what their calling in life is. A collaborative writing project written from multiple character POVs by multiple authors.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Slow Illustrated
I had a brief flash of panic when I woke up. What the fuck was this heavy object on top of me?
I started to shove it off me, my natural instinct for self-preservation kicking in. But then it hit me. It was Allie.
She’d fallen asleep on top of me. With my dick inside her. After our filthy early morning fuck.
I moved my hips experimentally. I must have fallen out while we slept because I could feel my dick moving. Our crotches and lower stomachs were damp and stuck to each other deliciously, however. I remembered Allie’s words from before we fell asleep. If I got hard again I could start fucking her before she woke up.
It might seem crass to someone who didn’t understand us. But to me it was akin to a declaration of undying devotion. Her body was mine to use as long as I appreciated her properly. I started to get hard.
I still didn’t understand why Allie had this hold on me. But she did. And a great way to open negotiations about what came next seemed to be getting my hard cock back inside her. She liked that sort of thing. I didn’t mind it either.
Thinking about what this all might mean, along with two healthy handfuls of Allie’s bubble butt, got my equipment in the required state surprisingly quickly.
I tried to move carefully, hoping not to wake Allie, as I got my dick lined up to penetrate her. I wanted to surprise her. I did a sort of courtesy check to figure out how wet she was. There was definitely moisture but I couldn’t really tell to what degree it was because Allie was aroused, or if it was left over from our previous coupling. It didn’t really matter. The key was that I wasn’t going to hurt her.
Allie seemed to wake up as I penetrated her. Her head had been turned to the side, her cheek to my chest. She rose up enough so we could make eye contact. She smiled.
“You got hard for me again,” she said.
“Of course I did. Just following directions really,” I noted.
“It was more invitation than direction,” Allie said.
“And would you have preferred not to wake up with a hard dick inside you?” I asked, eyebrow raised.
“No, I very much like that you took me up on my offer to wake me up this way.”
“Thought you might,” I said. I was trying not to show my hand too much, but I was sure Allie could tell I was pleased to make her happy.
“Do you think you actually have another round in you already?” Allie asked.
It was a fair question. We’d gone hard the night before. Then fucked again in the wee hours. I didn’t actually know what time it was now, perhaps 9 or 10AM? The sun was definitely all the way up.
“I’m not sure,” I said, honestly. “But if there’s anyone who can get another load out of me already it’s you.”
“You can use my body however you want,” Allie said in a sultry tone. I could see the lust smoldering in her blue eyes. Not for the first time, I wondered at any man who wouldn’t be grateful for this sex fiend. Garrison was truly a moron.
“Deal. One condition though,” I told Allie. “You have to use mine to get yourself off too.”
Allie trembled with excitement. For a brief moment I worried what I’d signed myself up for by allowing this cat in heat loose with my body as her playground.
Allie began moving up and down on top of me. It had a slightly different flavor from earlier that morning. Then she had been working her incredible pussy to draw my orgasm out of me. Now she was using my cock for her own pleasure. I noticed she was already fully aroused. I could feel her juices oozing around my dick as she pleasured herself.
“Fuck you have such a good dick, it hits places inside of me my husband never has,” Allie moaned as she rode me. I played with her boobs, taking on the supporting role in her pleasuring herself.
Allie’s moans let me know she was getting close. I smiled. Getting this woman off was rapidly becoming my favorite pastime.
Allie leaned back, resting her weight on her knees to take my full length. Her hands went to her breasts, covering my hands, encouraging me to keep up the good work. Then her right hand dropped away and slid down to find her clit.
Aside from playing with her boobs, I was effectively reduced to a piece of human furniture - a living, breathing friction post for her to use while she pleasured herself. And it was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen. She was entirely consumed by her own needs, her hips moved up and down my shaft at a deliberate pace, while her fingers worked her clit frantically.
“Yes,” she hissed, throwing her head back, completely lost in her own sensation. “God, I love a hard cock. I love how big you are.”
Her moans fractured into breathless gasps as Allie took exactly what she wanted. Her inner walls clamped down on my cock, and she shrieked, her entire body shuddering violently as she rode out a powerful orgasm.
She collapsed onto my chest for maybe ten seconds, her skin flushed and her chest heaving. Then, that feral energy returned. She propped herself up on my chest and looked down at me, her blue eyes smoldering with a ruthless, post-orgasmic clarity.
“My turn’s over,” she declared, rolling her hips to grind my aching erection deep inside her. “Now ruin me. Make me feel like a filthy slut.”
Allie surprised me by climbing off me with that unique agility I’d noticed the previous evening. She rolled onto her back, her chest still heaving up and down slightly.
“Come on, up and fuck me,” Allie ordered.
“I believe we have already fucked, my dear,” I joked.
Allie glared at me. “Not the time for your jokes. Fuck me. Now,” she snapped.
That wasn’t anything I was going to argue with. I immediately got in position between Allie’s legs and shoved my cock home.
I held Allie by the hips, doing exactly what she’d told me: using her body to get myself off. Like a cocksleeve.
“Yes, that’s right, Reed, defile my married pussy. Fuck me like a real man!” Allie exhorted. I realized this wasn’t just about the mechanics of the sex for Allie. This was also about the mentality. She was getting off on the feeling of being used.
“Fuck, you’re such a dirty whore,” I groaned. I no longer had any doubts about being able to deliver another load.
“Yes! Fuck yes! Use me like a filthy whore!” Allie chanted.
I did my best. I pounded into her, taking advantage of her amazing pussy.
“Fuck, I’m getting close again!” Allie cried.
“Good, me too,” I moaned.
“Can you pull out and cover me? I want to feel even dirtier,” Allie requested.
I nodded and kept up my efforts. Allie had hooked her lower legs around the back of my thighs, encouraging me to keep pounding her.
“Yes! Yes! FUCK FUCK FUCK meeeeeeee!” Allie yelled as she came. The spasms set me off and I began to cum too. Remembering Allie’s request at the last second, I barely got my cock clear in time. The first rope coated her wet pussy lips. Even in the throes of orgasm Allie had the wherewithal to grab my spurting cock and give it a few pumps to take my orgasm to an even higher level of spine-tingling intensity. My load sprayed across her stomach and pubic area.
After a moment to recover, Allie propped herself up on her elbows and looked over the situation. “Impressive load. Especially since it’s your second of the morning,” she commented.
One hand began playing with my jizz, spreading it out across her lower stomach as if she were applying lotion. It was one of the hottest displays of dirty behavior I’d ever seen. I felt a fresh bloom of arousal surge through me. Fuck, this woman did things to me!
“Well, are you going to get a video? Or at least take a picture?” Allie asked. I nearly jumped, the request was so unexpected.
“Uh, you sure?” I asked hesitantly.
“I look hot in the naughtiest way possible, don’t I?”
“Well yeah,” I said and got up to retrieve my phone.
Allie was a total mess. Her hair was a sweaty, tangled morass of blonde. What was left of her makeup was smudged all over her face. Her body was bathed in sex juices. She was beautiful.
I snapped a few shots. Some a little more artistic, some purely explicit. Allie posed however I asked. When I was done I had the best set of a dozen nudes I had ever seen in my life.
“Let me see,” Allie requested once we’d finished our impromptu photo shoot. I handed her my phone.
“Fucking hot,” Allie opined once she’d scrolled through. “Think these will help you remember not to be weird?”
I was struck by an emotion I had not felt in some time: guilt. How much of this incredible sexual encounter had been about Allie trying to keep me from pushing her away again, just the way her husband did? I needed to make this right.
“Allie I was serious last night when I told you I was all in. I won’t be ignoring you anymore,” I said in my most sincere voice. It was the same one I used when making arguments before Federal court judges.
“Good. Right answer. Now have fun with these. No sharing without my permission,” Allie said, holding out my phone.
“I promise I won’t share them,” I said. I had not exactly been a model of discretion with nudes in the past, but Allie deserved better.
“Good, it’ll end badly for you if you fuck with me on this,” Allie said confidently.
“How’s that?” I asked. I had no intention of finding out, but Allie seemed surprisingly confident.
“I’ll tell Lexi. And I’m pretty sure she’ll cut your balls off,” Allie said, grinning.
I laughed. “Speaking of our favorite fun-sized generalissimo and her prince, I realize I broke a promise to them last night,” I said.
“Oh really?” Allie asked.
“Ha, yeah. When Lexi started browbeating me about ignoring you yesterday I promised to get your life story before I fucked you again. That was three fucks ago, so I’m not doing great,” I said.
Allie chuckled. The pretty sound of her laughter filled the room. “Well I think we both need some extensive cleanup. And we probably need some liquids and food. Seems like a good time to work on that. I’d also like to get to learn a bit more about big, bad mysterious bachelor Reed,” Allie said.
“I’m an open book,” I told Allie.
Allie looked at me the way a mother might look at a child she knew was lying. “I very much doubt that,” she said. Smart girl.
After our second encounter of the morning Allie and I started to address some of the logistics of our predicament. We took turns using the bathroom, drank down glasses of water, and I finally checked the time. It was a few minutes after 9 AM.
We decided that the standard shower in the en suite bathroom of the bedroom we’d crashed in was insufficient for our extensive cleanup needs, so we elected to go back downstairs to the master bedroom I’d originally claimed with its en suite dual rainforest shower.
Ever the gentleman, I offered Allie my shirt from the night before as a cover-up for the walk through the house.
“Nah, I’ll just make a mess of it. Half the people in this house have seen me naked anyway and the other half wish they had. Let’s go,” Allie said. Her eyes conveyed pure mischief. This was a challenge. If our friends caught her looking like a filthy mess she didn’t care, she might even like it.
Who was I to be possessive? I just nodded, gathered up our discarded clothes and followed her out the door.
The door to Kyle and Lexi’s room was still closed, as were two other secondary bedroom doors. Three doors, six people. I wondered if any new combinations had formed last night while Allie and I were in our own world or if Lauren and Brandi had simply crashed solo.
Downstairs the house was quiet, although some people had definitely been awake already. I was curious about what I’d missed. I wasn’t normally one for FOMO, but the way things had been rapidly evolving this week being out of touch for 12 hours could mean I missed a lot.
In the kitchen we grabbed some ice for our water glasses and leftover bagels from Friday to eat, then retreated to my room.
“Love what you’ve done with the place,” Allie commented drily. Since she’d last been in this room on Thursday morning, Brandi and I had used it as our base of operations for our frenetic coke-powered partying. The evidence was everywhere. Empty bottles and cups, half-eaten food, clothes strewn all over the place. The bed itself basically looked like a pile of soiled sheets and bedding.
“Yeah, this is why I said we should do a hotel,” I said with annoyance, recalling giving in to Lexi way back in Houston. If we were in a hotel maid service would have handled this mess.
“You could always, you know, pick up after yourself,” Allie pointed out.
Ouch. Fair point. “You know how it is when you get to partying. Then I had this cocktail hour I had to get to in a hurry,” I explained.
Allie giggled. “Thank you for coming to that by the way, not sure I ever thanked you.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t have missed it,” I replied.
Allie gave me that same look that she had earlier. It was like she knew I was full of shit. And she was right, without Kyle’s intervention I would not have attended. I strongly disliked how she seemed to be able to see through me. In both my professional and personal life my ability to play my cards close to my chest had always been an asset. That this woman was apparently immune to my defenses was alarming.
“You’re not making a great start at being an open book,” Allie said.
“Forgive me. It’s not my natural disposition,” I replied.
“I understand. People who live the way we do, we need our secrets,” Allie said. I wasn’t sure if Allie classifying herself as belonging in the same category as me was quite right, but I understood her point.
We cleared enough space on the desk so we could set our water glasses down and start eating our bagels.
Grinning maniacally, Allie tore off a piece of her bagel and used it to wipe up a rivulet of cum from her stomach, then popped it into her mouth.
“Yummy cream,” she commented.
“You complain about the state of the room, yet then you do that. Filthy bad girl,” I commented.
“Touché. Ok here’s my thing Reed. I love to get filthy. Be bad, end up a defiled mess. But that’s not how I want to live, right? I want to be able to hop in the shower, get clean, and feel good about myself again. Follow?” Allie asked.
“I think I do,” I said. “You want to be able to draw the line where the bad girl stops.”
“Exactly. If I was always a mess, and I mean that both literally and figuratively, would you be interested?”
“I might be, you do things to me,” I said.
Allie smiled. “Good answer, but you see the larger point right?”
“Yeah, half the fun is going from good girl to depraved cum slut,” I said.
“It makes me wet when you talk like that,” Allie said. She demurely bit another piece off her bagel.
“Does your husband know about any of this?” I asked.
“No. He thinks I’m a good girl who just likes to party a little bit. This isn’t about him, this is about me getting what I want out of life,” Allie said.
“Seems reasonable,” I said. Out of all the things Allie had told me, in many ways that one resonated the most.
“Well then, so now you know what makes me tick. Time for you to share, Mr. Open Book,” Allie said firmly.
“What do you want to know?” I suspected I was not going to enjoy this.
“I want to know why you were an asshole on Thursday night. The real reason, not your normal bullshit.”
“Fuck, straight to the point. I thought you talked with Kyle,” I said.
“I did, but I shouldn’t have to talk to your friends to get the real story,” Allie chastised.
“Why does it really matter then? That shit is behind us now,” I protested.
“It is?”
“Yes! I told you so. What else do you want from me?” I asked. I was getting frustrated. We’d just had amazing sex twice that morning, where was this bullshit coming from?
Allie ignored me and picked up her phone. She unlocked it and began texting someone.
“What the fuck?” I asked, confused by her response.
“I have a limited amount of time where I can have my fun and not worry about where my husband is. I’m not spending it playing games with someone with the emotional maturity of a horny teenager. I’m texting Lexi to see what she’s up to. You know I had a very interesting little chat with Jackie last night at the cocktail hour. It sounds like your friends are a lot of fun. More variety. And certainly less fucking with my emotions,” Allie informed me.
Allie could have hit me in the face with a tennis racquet and it would have had the same effect as her words. Lexi’s line from the night before pounded through my head unbidden: ‘You’re on notice, treat your women right or I’ll steal more of them.’
“Stop! STOP!” I yelled and gesticulated for Allie to put her phone down. She humored me, but raised an eyebrow, curious what I had to say.
“I was worried I was catching fucking feelings,” I admitted.
“Feelings?” Allie asked.
“Yeah, you know, like romantic and stuff,” I admitted. “That shit isn’t my lane. I do hot sex, no attachments, and no getting pissed if one party moves on.”
Allie guffawed. Not the cute, high-pitched tinkling laugh I was accustomed to hearing from her. This was a true belly laugh. I was kind of pissed off by it. I go and try to finally open up a little and I get laughed at!?
“What the fuck is so funny?” I demanded.
“Reed ... Reed, babe, come on. You seriously think you caught serious romantic feelings for me in less than 24 hours?” Allie asked as she got her laughter under control.
“But we did so much! We made that fucked up revenge porn video, then you got me to fuck you bareback. Then the next morning you gave me an insane blowjob in the shower, then you fucking escalated to letting me fuck your ass in your marital bed,” I protested. How did this woman not see this? It was like a collage of my favorite fantasies. Of course I was feeling something!
“Ok, let’s get one thing here straight first, buddy. I didn’t let you do shit. We did those things because it fucking turned me on and I wanted to do them. I trust you did too?”
“Well yeah, of course, I mean it was all hot as hell,” I agreed.
“It was,” Allie agreed. “But if a few rounds of hot sex causes you to catch romantic feelings ... well no offense, but I’m not sure I’d trust those. Infatuation? Desire? Sure. I felt those big time! That’s why I told you last night I was down to say ‘fuck it’ and see where things went. Don’t get me wrong, Reed, I want to explore this, but I’m not going to be treated like some disposable toy. Did it ever occur to you how I was feeling, by the way?”
“No,” I admitted sourly. I generally just proceeded from the assumption that the sluts I bedded were going to get theirs one way or another. It was all transactional.
“I felt about like a used paper towel being discarded when you started ignoring me,” Allie said.
Fuck, she was really twisting the knife. “I’m not the only ballgame in town,” I said defensively.
“Right, but I attached myself to your crew thinking we had an understanding,” Allie pointed out. “I still had a fun time, but it was no thanks to you.”
“Fair, it was an error in judgment, like I told you last night,” I replied.
“It was fucking selfish not to at least mention to me you were going in another direction for the night,” Allie said. “I’m not trying to turn you into something you’re not, but I want to get mine, too.”
“Yeah, I guess I can see that now,” I admitted. I was disappointed in myself for leaving Allie high and dry.
“And do you realize where you fucked up last night too?”
It took me a minute to figure out what she was talking about. “Brandi,” I breathed, realizing I had thoughtlessly done to her the previous evening the same thing I’d done to Allie on Thursday. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“You don’t have a monopoly on being selfish, I’m just more self-aware,” Allie said. She was smiling. I felt some hope for the first time in a few minutes. It seemed like we were getting back on the same wavelength.
“Perhaps it’s time for that shower?” I suggested. We’d long since finished our bagels.
“Yeah, I think you’ve earned that. We’ve got a ways to go with you, Reed, but this was a good start.”
I didn’t particularly care for the characterization of being some sort of reclamation project, but I also realized I had some making up to do with Allie after my actions on Thursday. Most women, I wouldn’t have bothered with this emotional crap, but Allie was a unique circumstance. I had been course corrected, but it hadn’t really reduced the desire I felt for her.
I watched the hot water cascade over Allie’s beautiful body and begin to wash away the evidence of that morning’s dirty deeds.
“Before you join me in here, can you think of anything that you should maybe do?” Allie asked.
I thought it over, reviewing our conversation over breakfast. The realization hit me the same way it did when I found a gap in an opposing firm’s case. “I should clean up the room so it’s clean when you’re clean?”
Allie clapped. “Good man! Glad that lawyer brain still works.”
I left the bathroom and spent a few minutes policing up all the detritus in the bedroom. I slipped on a pair of shorts and hauled the trash out to the main garbage can. I had to poke around for a few minutes, but was able to locate a linen closet on the second floor with fresh sheets. I took those back downstairs and remade the bed.
Feeling pleased with myself, I re-entered the bathroom.
“Didn’t realize there was that much to clean up,” Allie commented.
“It took me a minute to find clean sheets and change them,” I explained.
“Fresh sheets? That’s above and beyond. You learn fast. Get in here,” Allie said.
“I know how to take care of a lady,” I said as I entered the shower.
“Mmmm, in some ways you do, I’ll give you that,” Allie said. “Wash me?”
“My pleasure,” I said. I stepped under the water with Allie and gently tugged on her shoulders so she was facing away from me. I ran my hands down her sides from armpit to upper thigh, enjoying the feeling of her feminine curves and flawlessly smooth skin.
My hands drifted back upward and I curled my arms around her. I avoided her pubic area for the moment and ran my hands over her flat stomach until I arrived at her breasts. I squeezed gently, enjoying the feeling of the soft, firm flesh. I was already starting to get hard against Allie’s ass.
Allie laughed. “No Reed, wash me. Don’t try to fuck me again. You said you knew how to take care of a lady.”
I stepped back, confused. “I thought you meant it like a euphemism, like you wash my back and I’ll wash yours,” I said.
Allie turned around and rolled her eyes. “I guess I’ll just have to show you. Turn around.”
I complied, although I wasn’t sure what she wanted. I felt Allie’s hands on my head. She ran her hands through my hair and lightly rubbed my scalp. It felt nice. Next came shampoo, then, after I rinsed out my hair, Allie rubbed soap all over my body. It was sort of like a mini-massage.
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