Chapter One

 

The thing about the British is you can usually place their station in life ten seconds after they start talking. Sometimes sooner.

When American people talk about British accents they don't usually acknowledge there are three of them. There's the lower class language filled with various kinds of street slang, middle class educated, and then that sort of pinch-nosed, upper class nasal tone you hear from the likes of the Queen or Prince Charles.

I hadn't heard much of the latter since coming over here for a visit and staying. I didn't come over with much because I didn't have much. I had a bag and what I was wearing, and that was pretty much it. But I figured I could get by with that much, find a job somewhere, and explore the place, have some fun, get to know some people, you know.

Granted, the jobs weren't going to be much to write home about, but if I had to be a waitress or something I'd rather it be in London than Pittsburgh, where I came from. And there was so much to do in London that it was going to occupy my non-working hours for simply ages!

No, I didn't have papers to work, but the thing about London was they were really hard up for people willing to do jobs like that who could actually speak English. There are a lot of immigrants in London, and many of them don't speak the language all that well. It's kind of like in parts of the states, where the Hispanics do all the lower class work.

I'll be the first to admit I was your typical white-bread suburban girl barely out of high school who knew nothing about the world when I arrived. But when you work and live in the lower edges of London that's who you hung with, and I soon met Penny and John and Allan and Colin and Hannah, and began to kind of morph into the culture they were part of.

Even if I wasn't entirely comfortable with it one hundred percent of the time.

It was kind of a mix of goth and punk and an 'I-don't-give-a-shit-about-anything' attitude. It was a devil may care, live for today, do anything for giggles kind of life, and the only anchor on it was the need for money, and thus, the need for work.

The six of us wound up sharing a flat - an apartment, I mean, and pooling our meager funds to pay the bills so we could enjoy life.

And I had learned - a lot - from them, about London, about the British, about drinking, and of course, about sex, or at least, I had thought I had. I wasn't a virgin to begin with, of course, but the casual sex practiced by the British kids kind of shocked me. They were very casual indeed about it. And that's the part I have had a lot of trouble getting used to. That and the drinking.

They drank a ton. Binge drinking seemed to be the national sport among the young and poor, and much of our money went on cheap booze. I wasn't really into getting drunk that much, any more than I was into the casual sex. But I did kind of move in the direction required to not be too out of place among my new peers.

I mean, I'd had sex with John and Colin and Allan, but not at the same time, like Hannah had. Hannah simply had no inhibitions at all! I kind of admired her for it, in a weird way, but there was no way I could be that open about sex and nudity!

The sex itself was... how do I describe it but frenzied? It wasn't what I had been used to. It was raw and wild, like they were... savages!

I'd had sex with Alan while Colin was screwing Hannah, but at least the lights were pretty low. And yes, the two guys had switched partners in the middle, which had pissed me off, embarrassed me, and bothered me, but I'd managed to keep that pretty much to myself. I mean, sure I'd done both of them before, but I hadn't invited Colin to do me then!

And I'd managed to resist the suggestion Hannah and I, or Penny and I, do some lesbian stuff just to entertain the guys. Though Penny and Hannah had done it and I had to admit it looked kind of hot. I was still really reluctant about doing stuff while others watched, especially lezzie stuff.

Still, what I'd done and seen and talked about made me feel infinitely more sexually sophisticated than I'd been on arrival six months earlier. And I was even starting to pick up the accent and slang.

Bondage. Where did that come in?

I was with Allan. He's a slender guy but very well built because he works as an assistant carpenter, which means he's on his feet using his arms and hands all day long. He's got this raft of unruly brown hair and a wicked gleam in his eyes much of the time. Sex with us started out the usual way. I had worked pretty late the other night at the tavern. I got up sleepy, and padded into the kitchen to get a coffee, expecting no one to be home since it was midday.

But he was off that day, and was in fact in the kitchen as I came in.

"Hey," I said sleepily.

"Morning, sexy."

I snorted. My hair is red and halfway down my back. I dye it blonde because I like the look better, but when it's long and I've been sleeping on it, well, I don't feel beautiful. It's a mess. I hadn't even brushed it out since I'd thought I'd be alone.

He wasn't a coffee drinker, so I had to put the water in and put the kettle on, and just after I plugged it in he was behind me, his arms sliding around me, his lips nuzzling against the back of my neck.

"Allan," I complained tiredly, "I just got up."

"Hmmm," he said, his hands cupping my breasts.

I was only wearing a man's shirt that buttoned up the middle, and he deftly undid a couple of the middle buttons and slipped his hands through either side to cup both breasts. His hands were warm, and a strange mixture of soft and rough, because of the tools he used all the time. They felt exciting against my bare skin, and I felt my nipples hardening against his palms as his lips slid along the side of my neck.

I gripped his arms, but not with my authority. Like I said, it wasn't like it didn't feel good. But then one slid down my bare belly, his fingers finding my pussy. I inhaled sharply, thinking about a number of things at once. I mean, it was broad daylight, and we were right next to a window which looked right across the street to a bunch of houses. And the streets are narrow here!

Two, one of the others might walk in, and I definitely didn't want to be caught having sex in the kitchen under the bright overhead lights! Three, I just got up, and felt grotty and wanted to at least shower first.

"Allan," I complained in a kind of whine, trying to twist free.

He pulled his hands back, but then gripped the shirt and yanked it up. Before I even realized what was happening the shirt was up under my arms forcing them up, and then even as I gasped, he yanked it off and tossed it behind him!

I was naked! In the kitchen! In the daylight! And the window was right there, a big one, looking right into a half dozen windows across the street.

"Allan!"

I spun around but he had me pinned to the counter. His hands cupped my bottom, then lifted me up suddenly so I was sitting on the counter! Then he kissed me, very hard, very passionately! My hands started out against his chest, pushing, but soon gave up and slid over his shoulders as his tongue and mine began to twine together.

He was a very good kisser!

And I felt a bit less wary since his body all-but covered every inch of me from any view of the window off to his right. He fumbled at his sweatpants and jerked them down, and just like that he was pushing into me. I was breathing heavily as the wildness of it all began to inflame my mind, and I shuddered and moaned as I tried to wrap my legs around his waist.

This was insane! But it was also very exciting, and our lips continued to move together as he worked his cock into me with short, sharp little thrusts. It ached a bit, because I wasn't exactly fully prepared, but he took it slow, and I could feel my pussy humming and thrumming with excitement.

There was very little room on the counter. My back was already against the upper cupboard doors, and my buttocks were on the edge. As he got deeper, and started to thrust harder, my arms slid up along the cupboard and grabbed a kind of shelf just above.

Then Allan gripped my legs, pulling them up, and raising them, raising them up high! I gasped as his big, strong hands slid down to my ankles and raised them way up over my shoulders. I wound up perched on my tail, with the backs of my feet pressed against the cupboard above my head!

This was so wild! And he was starting to thrust really hard, too, panting and gasping with hunger as he drove his big cock into me! Turning my head to the left I could see out the window, could see people moving around in the windows across from us! God! If they looked over here they would see us!

"Oh! Oh! Ungh! Fuck! Oh! Oh, God!" I gasped, as he thrust into me.

I was rapidly heating up, my entire body thrumming with sexual tension as he pinned me against the cupboard and used me. I felt my eyes starting to glaze over as the heat rolled up my body and began to bake my mind!

Then, I guess he decided he wanted to do me from behind. He eased my legs down, actually eased back, so that I would have fallen onto the floor, but he caught me, of course, caught me against him, lifting me before setting me on my feet. He turned me towards the window and bent me over.

I gasped with sudden alarm, for my face was about a foot from the window! I felt him jerk back on my hips and spread my legs, but no way did I want to be done here in the window with my breasts hanging free! I twisted away from him.

"No!" I gasped. "Not here!"

I struggled, and he muttered a curse, then bent and grabbed my hips, lifting me right up over his shoulder! I gasped as I found myself belly down, naked, across his shoulder as he turned to walk back away from the window.

I wasn't going to fight it, though. We were moving away from the window so I was perfectly content with that. Besides, it felt kind of, I don't know, raw and wild to be carried naked over a man's shoulder!

Crack!

"Ow!" I yelped as he smacked my bottom.

He chuckled and carried me into his room. But he shared the room with Colin and John and I started worrying because John only worked mornings.

"Not here!" I moaned.

Crack!

He slapped my butt again, then flung me into the bed. Right away I tried to scramble out but he jumped on me, and then he chuckled again, and pinned me down as he straddled my chest. He jerked my wrist up towards one of the corner posts, and then wrapped a leather scarf around it, tying it in place.

"Allan!" I exclaimed in shock.

He quickly tied the other wrist in place, too! I didn't know what to make of it! I stared at him as he grinned down at me.

"Colin did this new girl here last night and she likes to be tied up," he said.

I blushed, and was also grossed out thinking I was tied in exactly the same position as Colin's girlfriend!

"Untie me!"

Instead he tied my ankles apart too! I started to get more demanding, but then he was kneeling between my legs with my pussy in his mouth and... you know how I said he was a good kisser? Well, his mouth has many talents. His tongue was whipping across my clitoris and the importance of everything else began to rapidly diminish.

I had never been tied up during sex before, and as I twisted and moved the awareness that I was tied up and helpless began to loom larger in my mind. I don't mean I felt worried or anxious or anything. It was more a strange dark fascination with how this was happening, with my being helpless and the knowledge he could do anything he wanted to me!

It was... kinky! And I'd never really done anything kinky before. The sluttiest thing I'd really done was to have sex in the same room as Colin and Hannah, but we'd all been semi drunk then and it had been dark. I hadn't known they were going to switch over, either so I couldn't credit myself with being very kinky there.

But now I was tied spreadeagled on the bed while Allan licked and sucked on my pussy, and as he began to slide his fingers into me the heat which had been beginning to bake my mind returned with a vengeance.

He sat up, suddenly, on his knees, and took his thick cock, rubbing the head up and down my naked sex. My chest was heaving as I watched him, my face flushed, heat filling me as the delicious tactile sensations rolled up my body from the way his cock was caressing me.

"You gonna be my sex slave, Quinn?" he said in a low drawl.

I groaned as he pushed himself into me, exulting in the feel of my pussy spreading wide, straining to accommodate his thick girth. He slid himself all the way into me, then just kind of knelt there, his hands moving up and down my body. His fingers rolled my nipples and kneaded my breasts, and stroked against my clitoris.

He leaned into me then, leaned over me, his hands coming down on either side of my chest as he began to thrust in and out. It was a slow, deep stroke, quite unlike the normal pounding the boys seemed to prefer, as if he was experimenting, taking his time. I looked up, quite helpless, gasping and panting as he caught my eyes.

My eyes kept flicking from him, to slide down the length of his body to the sight of his cock thrusting into me with those long, slow strokes. It was an incredibly erotic sight!

This whole thing was making my insides bubble over with heat! I pulled against the scarves several times, not really in an attempt to escape but more to assure myself that I really was helpless. The thought aroused me further!

Finally he dropped is body atop me. I groaned under his weight, but his hands slid under me to cup my buttocks, and his hips began to work up and down, up and down, thrusting that beautiful cock into my tight, quivering depths with faster and faster strokes!

It was incredible! I shuddered and moaned, overwhelmed by the heat as I felt the orgasm approaching. I never came this fast! But the intensity of the sensations swirling inside me was only going up and up and up and I knew I was on the edge!

The orgasm was incredible! I cried out helplessly. I was used to repressing any sounds I might make but it was so hard this time! I gurgled and moaned and let out a long, gurgling, undulating wail of pleasure as his hips pounded against me and he rode me up through the churning waves of pleasure the orgasm sent sweeping through my mind.

Not only was it an incredible orgasm, but it was the first I'd ever had during intercourse. I'd had them before when he or someone else performed oral sex on me. I'd had them by myself when masturbating. I'd just never had one during sex, and this was one of my better orgasms! It was long and intense and I writhed in its grip as he continued to thrust into me.

I went limp, moaning, eyes glazed, while he continued to pound into me for another thirty seconds or so before coming. I lay there, panting for breath, a little sweaty, hair tangled and spread half over my face as my overheated body began to slowly cool.

He climbed off me, grinning, very cocksure. There was no hiding that orgasm, and guys always seemed to think it was some sort of great victory when they made us come. Shit, I made them come all the time and I didn't pat myself on the back for it.

"Bastard," I moaned.

"Watch your tongue, slave girl," he said with a grin.

I pulled weakly at the scarves.

"Untie me, bastard," I groaned.

"I think you'll have to do better than that," he said.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand gliding up and down my body. I liked the feel of it against my soft flesh. And... and I was ... liking being tied up. I wasn't going to admit that, though. No way was I going to admit that!

"Untie me or I'll kick your skinny ass," I said.

He got up and left the room, with me scowling after him.

"Allan! Get back here, you fucker!"

He came back, with something at his side, kind of hiding it.

"What are you doing?" I demanded suspiciously. "Untie me!"

"As soon as you beg."