Marie’s experience of dogging had been on Saturday evening and Noora returned from London on Sunday afternoon. This meant that Marie was no longer free to meet Tom. However, the trip to the dogging site was not the last time she and Tom got together.
Noora often sent Marie to buy food from a local supermarket, and a few weeks after the outing to the dogging site Marie was in the supermarket concentrating on choosing some vegetables to cook for dinner. Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She was startled because she did not think that anyone knew who she was. However, when she turned around, she saw that the person who had tapped her shoulder was Tom.
“Hello Marie, nice to run into you again. I looked for you in the pub several times, but you seem to have been avoiding me. Was there a problem because of what happened at the dogging site?”
“Noooooo, not at all. I really loved what you did and what I did with the other men. But I am not free to come out any more. My job here doesn’t give me any free time.”
“I understand” said Tom. “That’s a pity, because I would really like to meet you again.”
Marie also wanted to meet Tom again, but she knew that she would not have the opportunity to go out in the evening. Then Tom suggested something and Marie knew that she couldn’t refuse him.
“Let’s go to the back of the supermarket and see what we can do.”
Marie felt weak at the knees when she heard what Tom had suggested, but she also felt excited at the thought of yet more sex outdoors. The pair walked to the checkout counter, where Tom paid for the vegetables that Marie had selected. Then they walked outside.
Casually, they walked to the back of the supermarket where trucks unloaded the daily supplies and where the large rubbish containers were located. Marie was afraid that someone would challenge them and ask what they were doing, but it was mid-morning and there was nobody in sight. All the deliveries for that morning had been completed and the area behind the shop was deserted.
Glancing around quickly to make sure that they were unobserved, Tom guided Marie to a spot beside one of the large rubbish containers and taking a cardboard box placed it on the ground.
“Kneel” he commanded.
Marie was wearing jeans, so she was glad that Tom had not asked her to strip so that he could fuck her. She knew exactly what he wanted, and she was more than happy to serve him by sucking him until he shot his sperm – preferably on her face.
Marie placed the bag of vegetables on the ground and knelt down on the piece of cardboard as Tom quickly unzipped his pants. As he took out his cock, Marie became wet at the thought of sucking him again. She missed her secret life fucking strangers in Dubai and she was so frustrated in Nottingham because of having to stay at home with Noora. So, when she sucked Tom’s cock into her mouth, he was surprised at how it felt like she was attacking him.
Marie loved the taste and the feel of having her mouth filled by Tom’s cock. It made her feel that she was being used and at the same time she felt that she was able to control when Tom had his orgasm. She slowed down the movement of her head on his cock and licked the tip with her tongue. Then she reached down and put one hand under his balls to stimulate him even more.
Marie was so intent on sucking Tom’s cock that she had forgotten where they were, but Tom had not. He was standing and he knew that they might be caught at any moment, so he focused on cumming. The thrill of perhaps being seen heightened the sensations caused by what Marie was doing and he could soon feel the buildup to his orgasm.
He pulled Marie’s hair roughly and thrust himself deeper into her mouth, almost fucking her mouth. Marie responded by applying strong suction to his sensitive cockhead and the two actions drove him to greater heights of passion. When he exploded in Marie’s mouth, she almost gagged at the amount of cum that filled her mouth.
Tom knew what Marie wanted, so he pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot at her face. Marie was really happy that Tom was treating her as a slut, who deserved to be covered in cum. She bent down to lap up the last few dribbles of cum from his cock, and, as she did so, some dripped from her chin into the bag of vegetables at her side. Marie immediately knew what she had to do.
She leaned forward and spat Tom’s cum into the bag.
“I’m going to eat it for dinner” she explained.
Tom grinned at the thought of Marie eating his cum and after he had zipped up his pants, he helped her to stand. The pair walked away from the supermarket delivery area, and Marie told Tom that she needed to catch her bus to go home. She also told him that she would be leaving Nottingham the next week so today was the last time they would see each other.
Tom was sad to have lost such a submissive Asian woman, but he knew that he could not persuade her to stay.
Marie was also sad, but she knew that her fun was not yet over. That evening, Marie and Noora ate the salad that had been made without washing Tom’s cum off. Marie was delighted to be able to prolong her memory of Tom’s beautiful cock, and also deep inside she laughed at the idea that in some way, Noora was now an unwitting slut also.
Marie expected that she and Noora would return to Dubai as soon as the university term ended. However, Noora’s family had decided to spend the summer in London, so Noora was told to bring Marie with her and meet the family at the apartment they had rented near Harrods. Marie was disappointed because she had been looking forward to renewing her secret life as a slut in Dubai. Instead, she found herself working almost like a slave looking after the family, cooking, washing clothes and generally having no free time. She seldom left the apartment, and the few times that she did, she was taken to Harrods and told to carry the many bags of purchases that the family made. By the time the summer was over, Marie was exhausted and glad to return to Dubai, where she was not the only housemaid, so her workload was much lighter.
A few weeks after she had returned to Dubai, Marie’s thoughts began to turn to getting permission to go out for a weekend night. She had begun to feel the old craving for cock from strangers, and she needed to satisfy that urge. So, she approached her employer.
“Madam, can I take some time off next Thursday night? I want to go to visit my friend in Barsha.” Marie crossed her fingers, hoping the answer would be positive. Instead she received a shock.
Marie’s employer spoke. “Marie, you have worked so hard all summer that we want to show you how much we appreciate you. We have decided that you should take some time off and go to visit your family. Now that we are back home in Dubai, we have plenty of help in the house, so we would like you to take three months vacation.”
Marie was both excited and sad at the same time. Excited at the thought of seeing her husband and daughter soon, but sad at the thought that she would not be able to continue her life as a slut while she was in Cebu. Marie had never discussed her fantasies with her husband, although she had often thought about sex with strange men – especially Western men - while she lived in the Philippines. She was sure that he would be horrified to know what dark thoughts often entered her mind, so she had kept those thoughts to herself.
In addition, her family lived on an open road with neighbors always passing by, so she had never attempted to make her thoughts reality. Now she was about to go back to that place where she would have to become a model wife and mother again instead of the slut she was able to be from time to time in Dubai.
Marie really loved her husband, but she had cravings that she needed to satisfy. She also loved her daughter, and she was sure that if either husband or daughter found out about her secret life in Dubai, they would be disgusted and horrified at what she had done with so many men.
Emirates flight EK338 direct from Dubai to Cebu was almost nine and a half hours long, and Marie slept most of the time, as the flight left at almost 3 am, only waking for the meal service and to visit the toilet (or comfort room as filipinos call it). There was no chance to repeat her chance encounter on the previous flight to London because this flight was mainly full of filipinos, and Marie was not attracted to filipino men.
Marie’s husband and daughter, Jane, were waiting for her at Mactan-Cebu International Airport. Marie’s house was in Buyong Road in Lapu-Lapu city which was not far from the airport, so the trip home did not take long. On the way, Jane kept up a non-stop chatter with all her news. Jane was now 18, almost as old as Marie when she got married. Marie was 20 when Jane was born, and unfortunately there were complications with the birth, so Jane was going to be the only child that the couple had. Marie was unable to get pregnant again.
Although Marie and Alvin, her husband, were sad that they could not have more children, they accepted the situation as being God’s will. Alvin had a job as an IT Helpdesk and Marie did not work while Jane was growing up.
However, when Jane was 14, it was obvious that Alvin’s salary would not be enough to pay for Jane’s studies at College, so they decided that Marie should go to work overseas. That is how she came to work in Dubai. Alvin’s work could be done from home, so he was available to look after Jane. The arrangement worked fine and Marie was free to explore her dark desires in Dubai. Of course, neither Alvin nor Jane were aware of what a slut Marie had become during her time abroad.
Now Jane was studying nursing in College, and she was excited to tell her mother all about her course and her new classmates when they arrived home. Alvin went to prepare some food for the family, and Jane sat with her mother and continued to fill her in on the details of her life in College. One detail that took Marie by surprise was that Jane had a boyfriend – and he was from USA!
Jane explained that Brad was an exchange student and that he had already graduated with his Bachelor of Science in Nursing from the University of Texas. Now he was studying for a Masters degree and as part of his program, he was studying community healthcare in a developing country. He had elected to carry out this research in Cebu and that is how he and Jane had met.
Marie was worried when she discovered that Brad was from USA, and she was also worried because he was 24 years old – six years older than Jane. From her experience in Dubai, Marie knew that many American men considered Asian women to be objects to be fucked and discarded. She hoped that this was not how Brad looked at Jane. She was also worried because if Brad fucked Jane it would be raw because contraceptives were not easily available in Philippines. The greatest danger was that Jane might become pregnant and abortion was not legal in Philippines. Marie shuddered at the thought of Jane’s life being ruined by this American.
The next few days passed quickly, with Jane at College, which gave Alvin and Marie time to catch up on their own relationship. In spite of her slutty behavior in Dubai and England, Marie really loved her husband, and she enjoyed making love with him. This was different sex to the fucking she did with strangers, but it was satisfying because it brought the couple close together again after such a long separation.
However, Marie had just been home for four days when Alvin received a telephone call from his mother. She was ill and needed him to come to look after her. Alvin was her only son and his sisters were married and lived in Manila with their husbands and children. Alvin knew that his sisters would not be able to leave their families to care for their mother, so he accepted that it was his responsibility to go to look after his mother. Unfortunately, his mother lived on another island called Palawan in a village near the city of Puerto Princesa. This meant that he would not be able to return home easily, but luckily he would be able to continue his work as a Helpdesk from there.
Marie was upset that her husband had to go so soon after she arrived home from Dubai, but she understood why he had to go and how he had the obligation to look after his mother. Two days later, Alvin left Marie and Jane alone, promising to let them know as soon as possible when he might return. Marie felt sexually frustrated because she had abstained from sex for the summer and also she had not had the opportunity to go out when she returned to Dubai from England.
When Alvin had left, Marie told Jane that she would like to meet Brad, and it was arranged that he would come to their house on the next Saturday. Marie was anxious but also interested to see what kind of man Brad was, and how he treated her daughter. Marie was almost sure that Jane was still a virgin because she had not had many boyfriends during her school years. This was surprising because Jane looked like her mother in many respects. They both had straight noses, no doubt inherited from some long-dead Spanish ancestor, very long legs that made them taller than average Filipinas, and that also made them look sexy. Marie’s boobs were larger than Jane’s at 34B, while Jane’s were 32B. In addition, Marie was more curvy than Jane, but Jane was developing into a very sexy young woman. Marie hoped that Jane would not inherit her own sexual depravity because of the risk of pregnancy.
Not being able to become pregnant was one of the reasons why Marie was able to fuck men raw, and to take part in activities like the gangbang. To make sure that she was free from disease, Marie had a complete medical checkup twice a year, and always before she went back to Cebu for vacation. The last thing she wanted was to discover that she had been infected and that she passed it to her husband. This would be a disaster, and would lead to the discovery of her life as a slut abroad.
When Saturday came, Brad arrived at their house. Marie saw a pleasant young man, with blond hair and blue eyes. He was handsome and he seemed to be the kind of man that many pinays would fight to have as a boyfriend. He was slightly taller than Marie or Jane and his body seemed to fit and muscled. Marie welcomed him to their home and then excused herself to go to the kitchen to prepare some snacks and drinks. From the kitchen it was possible to see into the living room through a small window. This was slightly unusual, but it meant that the people in the living room were not cut off from those in the kitchen and vice versa. However, the window did not allow someone in the living room to see all of the kitchen.
However, Marie was able to observe Jane and Brad as they sat on the couch and chatted. What she saw made her heart almost stop. Brad had his left arm draped over Jane’s shoulder and he was fondling her left boob. Jane was obviously enjoying what he was doing, but Brad seemed to be stroking and squeezing Jane’s boob almost absentmindedly. Marie felt that this demonstrated how Brad felt about Jane – that she was just another pinay to be used and discarded when he was bored of her. Marie had to think of some way to stop Brad from going further with Jane and probably fucking her and perhaps making her pregnant and then leaving her.
The thought of Jane becoming pregnant was a big worry for Marie, and she often couldn’t sleep because that thought kept coming into her head.
Marie had already talked to Jane and warned her about the danger of having sex with Brad, but although she promised her mother that she was still a virgin, and that she had no intention of having sex with Brad, Marie were still worried because she knew how easy it is to allow hormones to take control, and logic and reason to vanish in the heat of lust.
The thought of Brad getting Jane pregnant grew even stronger when Marie saw them together when they did not know she could see.
They were sitting on the couch and Brad had his hand on Jane’s boob. He was casually playing with it as if it were a toy. He didn’t seem to be emotionally connected with Jane and his hand on her small boob was almost like an automatic reaction for him just because it was a boob.
Marie knew from the way that Brad was casually fondling Jane’s boob that he had no real feelings for Jane and she was convinced that he would fuck her and leave her if he got the chance.
Jane was looking at him lovingly, but he was watching TV and stroking her boob like he would stroke a dog or a cat.
Jane seemed to be totally in love with him, and Marie knew that the more he treated her badly, the more she would throw herself at him in order to win his approval.
Marie knew that he did not feel for Jane, and she also knew that he would use her without any regard for her feelings.
This realisation was killing Marie because she could see that the situation was not going to have a happy ending for Jane.
She also knew that she had to do something to stop him from fucking her innocent daughter - but what could she do?
Reluctantly, Marie realised that the only way to stop Brad from fucking Jane was to provide him with someone else to have sex with.
First Marie thought of paying a whore to have sex with Brad, but that wasn’t really a solution because after one fuck, she would disappear and Brad would still be horny and anxious to fuck Jane.
So that left only one possibility.…
Marie would have to be the woman to satisfy Brad’s lust.
She knew that he would accept if she offered herself to him.
She also knew that Jane would despise her if she discovered.
And she also knew that she secretly craved to suck his cock and to have him fuck her.
The idea of Brad fucking her and her sucking his cock was terrifying because he was Jane’s boyfriend. But the idea of him fucking Jane and making her pregnant was even more terrifying.
Marie rationalised her decision by that thought, but deep down she knew that she was a slut and she wanted his cock inside her - inside her cunt or inside her mouth.
Once she had decided what she had to do in order to stop Jane from becoming pregnant, she had to solve the problem of how to approach Brad and convince him not to fuck Jane.
She couldn’t just ask him direct to fuck her - she needed to find some way to show him what she wanted to do to him, and also to convince him that if he agreed not to fuck Jane, he would have her as his slut.
The main problem is that she did not know where Brad lived. If she knew, she could visit him there with some excuse and she would be free to demonstrate what a good slut she could be.
Marie’s only hope was to talk to him discretely in her own home and find some way to show him how serious she was about offering herself to him as his private fucktoy.
The next time Brad came to visit, Jane had to study for a big exam the next day. Marie could see that Brad sitting beside her was a distraction for her and so she could not concentrate on her books.
So Marie sent Jane a text message telling her to ask Brad to help her in the kitchen.
Jane was glad of her mother’s suggestion because she really had to concentrate and Brad was making it difficult because he kept touching her and talking.
So she told him that her mother needed help in the kitchen.
The kitchen was near the living room and there was a window between the two rooms. However, the window was small and it was not possible to see every part of each room from the other room.
When Brad came into the kitchen, Marie’s heart was pounding with excitement and with fear.
Excitement at the thought of Brad’s cock, and fear at the thought of Jane discovering what she was about to do.
Brad entered the kitchen and asked Marie how he could help.
The kitchen table had no room to place anything because it was full of dishes and food, but Marie had a bowl in her hands.
She told Brad to sit down on a chair facing her. Then she placed the bowl on his lap and said that she would pour some warm water into it and that he should use his fingers to mix the water with flour to make a dough.
He looked slightly puzzled, but he obeyed.
She poured some warm water into the bowl, and prepared to use a spoon to add flour to the bowl.
Brad was sitting holding the bowl with both hands and he was facing her.
As Marie took the spoon full of flour out of the container, her hand “accidentally” hit the edge of the table and the flour spilled into the bowl and also on Brad’s pants.
She gasped “I’m sorry” and quickly lifted the bowl from Brad’s lap and placed it on the table.
Then she started to brush the flour from his pants.
And her hand slowly brushed his pants, while she stared directly into his eyes.