Stay Strong

Synopsis: A down on his luck guy meets a girl at a bar, she slowly moulds him into her perfect lover.

rosa-blanca.ru: MC, FD, MF, FFM, TS, MM+, Toys,

Characters: Mark, Rebecca, Kathrine, Lucy, Nicole, Claire, Simona, Terri, hank, Tony

*****

That's the key, stay strong. It's always hard to stay strong in tough times and for some it gets no tougher than the love of your life walking out the door. That was the situation Mark found himself in 6 weeks ago, she'd just up and gone, no note, no email, no communication at all. If it wasn't for all of her belongings also being gone he'd of been worried, instead he's distraught.

Communication did come, later from that bitch friend of hers. She never liked him, the feeling was mutual. Stay away was all she said, don't come looking she doesn't want to see you again.

It was hard, it was unbelievable, he hadn't done anything wrong, why would she up and leave, especially with no further communication, she was better than that...wasn't she?

Well after 6 weeks Mark didn't think so anymore, time to move on, time to stay strong. Get back out there was the recommendation from his friends, it's a big world, a big city, plenty of fish in the sea. Cliché sure, but it was true. Standing in the bar on a Friday night at the end of a long working week, Mark could see there were a lot of fish in the sea, some very nice looking fish in the sea. The ladies put so much effect into one of two look, the looser look, short top, shorter skirts, it was instantly gratifying and would lead to quick success, but that wasn't for Mark. Not now anyway, ten years ago, sure. He'd of been all of that, picking up chicks, taking them home and losing their number all in a 6 hour period. But now he was more mature, option two they more alluring look, long flowing dresses, styled hair, classy jewellery. The problem with option 2 is that they were all with a similar well-dressed gentlemen with ring on the 4th finger.

Another hopeless night, Mark headed to the bar, another drink should help. Help convince himself option 1 wasn't the worse way to end a night. He stands at the bar, the other problem with a place like this, the bar keep is always serving those in low cut tops first, regardless of what order they come to the bar. He half turns to look down the bar, for a more forgiving server when he notices her, standing towards the far end of the bar. She's tall, curvy, the dress is modest up top up to the neck line but it ends just shy of the knee, enough to show off her shapely legs. It hugs her curvy derriere, Mark is intrigued. Stay strong.

Abandoning his post, as the bar keep approaches, he moves down the bar to a gap besides her, not too close. Somehow she's managed to keep a clear distance around her, it allows Mark to stand at the bar, close enough to talk but not so close it's uncomfortable...

Stay strong, he whispers under his breath...

"Excuse me?" her voice is almost divine, a sultry low tone. Mark turns and for the first time gets a good look at her face, it's a strong face it demand attention. Before too long Mark realises he's staring and bumbles out a reply.

"I...I apologise, I moved bar position to get the bar keep's attention, but as I came down here I...I noted your beauty and I was telling myself to...stay strong. To not stare and perhaps, strike up a conversation."

She took a sip on her drink, wine of some kind, her lipstick didn't leave an impression on the glass, expensive makeup or an expensive glass...maybe both. She studied him, carefully. It put Mark on edge, it was unusual for him to feel so judged by a lady.

"Well, it seems that it's worked, staying strong. However I'd be remiss if I didn't point out your little lie, you were a moment from being served, so I can only assume you forewent your drink for the chance to strike up a conversation?"

The question hung there in the air, Mark wanted so much to have the perfect comeback but there was something about this women's face, it caused Mark to become unbalanced. It was her eyes, they pierced through him. Not unsettling, but had enough effect to destabilise him.

"I've been caught it seems, I'm sorry, I'll leave you be." Mark dejection was clear, he couldn't seduce this lady, his usual charms had been rendered useless, he was like a bass fish, simple gaping at her. He turned away trying to hide his shame.

"Nonsense, here let me let you buy me a drink." She called out a name and the older bar keep's came over with a fresh glass of whatever she was drinking. She motioned to Mark to order his drink; a bourbon and two rocks. He handed over his card to make payment and return to the beauty in front of him.

"Rebecca." She extended a hand out, very formal. He grasp lightly, she tightened the grip. "Not Becca or Becky, always Rebecca." Mark nodded a little shaken. Her smile relaxed him again

The spoke till the end of the night, the bar was emptying and closing. Mark was a little inebriated, his earlier tight tongue loosed significantly. She did all the asking, he did all the answering. He usually asked the questions, if nothing more it made it looked like he cared. But not this time, Rebecca was totally in charge.

Mark was still confident, the night had gone well, the barkeep brought a fine coat from the behind bar coat rack and handed it to Rebecca who merely extended a hand to take it, never once breaking eye contact with Mark. As they left through the doors Mark hailed a cab.

"Oh confident boy. You think you'd just whisk me home to your place..."

"Or yours..." Rebecca's tone was hard, Mark's reply hadn't helped until a little smile.

"Well lover boy, not tonight, but meet me back here next week and we'll pick things up. Here's a little something for you to remember me by."

She leaned in, her red lips moved towards his, it was heaven. Their tongue intertwined, she tasted like she sounded, divine.

The cab pulled up, she broke the kiss, looked at him before whispering in his eye.

"Stay strong...for me"

She turned and was gone. Mark left in a daze.

-

A week is a long time for a fool in love. That's what Mark had convinced himself that this was, the start of a better relationship with a better woman. He'd told no one about Rebecca, despite wanting to shout it from the rooftops. He thought of her often, it had effected his work but he got through the week, back to Friday night, back to the bar.

She was there, the same spot, the same space. Still looking amazing as he strode over to her taking his place next to her. His confidence withered as he looked her in the eye, her power over him had only strengthen with a week away. Greetings were exchanged and they started again. The usual chit chat to begin with. It took a harder turn when she asked about ex's, he wasn't sure he was ready to talk about her, but she pressed and with a soothing smile and a look into those eyes, he began. Bits and pieces to begin with, but soon he had told it all. She commented on how strange it was but moved on. If Mark had been less aroused and thinking with the head on his shoulders, he might have seen how strange this all was.

Abruptly she held out a hand, her coat appeared and she made for the door. Mark followed, trying to catch up. As he got outside, she was already getting into a taxi. Thoughts ran through his head, had he said something wrong, had he said too much, maybe he should of ask her questions, dammit Mark you've screwed this one up...

"Are you coming?" That smile, it calmed everything down. He jumped into the cab and they were on their way somewhere.

-

The place was a little underwhelming, a simple apartment, joint kitchen living room, bathroom, bedroom and...

"This is my City place, somewhere for me to stay Monday to Friday."

Of course it made sense, a lady like this would have some mansion out in the suburbs or beyond.

"I'd give you the tour but I'm only interested in this room."

She gestured to the bedroom and went in. He followed her in, she had sat down on the end of what looked like a work out bench, just a little wider. With a crooked finger she gestured to him to come over. He notices the large mirror parallel to the bench, she must like to watch herself. He removed his top, his figure wasn't model esq, but he wasn't unfit. His fingers found the zip to her dress, in one movement his started to pull the zip down as he sank into a kiss. It was last Friday all over again, lost in that moment. Their tongues entwined, her hands on his back moving up to the shoulders. She pushes him away, making eye contact.

"Now now, multi task, you need to stay strong for me Mark, you've a job to do."

She slips the dress down and she kicks it off. With a look to her crotch she raises an eyebrow. Mark doesn't hesitate.

He's on his knees, her panties moved to one side, his tongue is trying to be skilful, not desperate. He does his best and it seems for her it is enough. She pushes his head back, before moving him forward her juices are on his face, she licks her lips. His boxers have come down, he's hard as a rock. He penetrates her, she moans. This is perfection.

To start with they make love, it slow, deliberate, her fingers brushing around his back. Soon however her grip turns rough, her nails dig into his back, scratching hard. Harder she explores, she moves him back upwards ever so slightly and maintains eye contact. Faster, harder...

Mark has never been able to hold on so long before, he's like a machine bouncing in and out of her. She orgasmed once, twice, a third time, still Mark keeps going. On the fifth or sixth, she smiles and whispers, "Stay strong and cum"

With that he explodes into her, the relief he fills is incredible, orgasmic joy.

"Good boy Mark, that was exceptional." Another smile. He feels faint, exhausted perhaps, it's blurry...it's...

-

Its morning, Mark awakens alone. He wanders out of the bedroom, looks around, no one is there. There is a note by the door.

'Food in the fridge, help yourself

Be back here next Friday.

Stay Strong!'

A smirk reaches across his face, another date, another go, not even the bar, straight here. Then is dawns on him, next Friday, another week, thinking about Rebecca.

On his way out, he notices the other door again, another bedroom perhaps, it must be a 2 bed. Dismissing it he goes on his way.

-

Nerves wracked Marks body, he couldn't explain why, he's already done the deed, he'd hit the home run, this should be the enjoyable bit, a repeat performance. But here he stood outside her flat door, a bag of nerves. A knock at the door and he demeanour doesn't rest. Rebecca opens the door, her smile beaming. She invites Mark inside, as he steps inside he sees they are not alone. Two beautiful women are standing there, their outfits barely covering their bodies, they slip them loose.

"Mark I hope you don't mind, I met Kathrine and Lucy last night at our bar. Intriguing young women, wicked tongues."

Kathrine, tall leggy thin, dark short hair, a smouldering look in her eyes, much like Rebecca. Lucy is smaller, her frame is dominated by her large breasts, her long blond hair and angelic face complement everything.

It's a mix between heaven and hell. Is she actually suggesting that these beauties are going to join them? Rebecca can see the dear in headlights look Mark has on his face. She leans in, her not so well fitted dress slipping aside as the door closes.

"Now Mark, I told these vixens all about what you did for me last week and they are so looking forward to sharing you with me, now be a good boy, take off those pants and remember to Stay Strong."

The words resonate, new confidence flows through him. He can do this, three beautiful women all for him. He takes one step forward before he's forced back into the bedroom, pants that were between his legs are left aside, T-shirt following, three sets of hands all of his bodies. Its Rebecca directly in front of him, their mouth entwined. Her hands are behind his back, there are other hands on his arse and more still around his crotch. This is pleasure overload. He can hear her words in his head, stay strong, come on man you can do this. Before something embarrassing happens his pleasure is reduced as Rebecca takes Lucy away pinning her up against the wall much a kin Rebecca had him last week. Kathrine replaces Rebecca pushing Mark back with her hands. She slides around him, twisting him around to get a good look at the other two, all the while gently moving her hand over his hard cock as the show in front of them intensifies.

Rebecca has Lucy pinned hard against the wall, she is forceful but Lucy is clearly enjoying the moment. Rebecca fingers play with Lucy, her technique is well practiced and soon the juices start to become very visible. With a scream Lucy explodes in pleasure, it should have been too much for Mark, the show in front of him, the pleasure from Kathrine's well skilled hands but he couldn't reach orgasm. Somehow Kathrine kept him right on edge and as Lucy's breathing started to calm, Kathrine released Mark and grabs Rebecca. She places Rebecca on the bench, Mark had fond memories of that bench and soon he was sure to have more. Kathrine steps her long legs over Rebecca's head before slowly lower her over dripping lips to Rebecca's welcoming tongue. Mark can see it all in front of him, but the large wall mirror shows a forth in the room, a recovering Lucy leads Mark by his cock over to Rebecca's legs.

"You remember this part don't you, Rebecca tells me you made quite the impression last time, remember her words and go again."

With Lucy guiding him, Mark places himself at the entrance to Rebecca and penetrates her once more. It everything and more to him. The culmination of not just a week's frustration but all frustration ever felt. Once again he starts slow, aware of the smiling brunette whose legs straddle Rebecca's face.

Kathrine tightens her grip around Rebecca's head and tells Mark to go faster. He increases the pace, from slow methodical love making through a rigorous thrusting to all out pounding. Rebecca has called out twice in orgasmic pleasure. She herself had brought Kathrine to a couple of crushing orgasms. But for Mark there was starting to become a worry, his pace was relentless, the need was overwhelming but he couldn't come, he needed to hear it from her.

Kathrine stepped back off Rebecca's face, Rebecca reached back, a hand on her bottom and another at her crotch, gently playing. Kathrine's juices were all over Rebecca's chin. It was probably the most erotic sight Mark had ever seen. Yet still he couldn't cum.

"Oh poor boy."

Lucy had been watching, playing with herself behind Mark, with one hand still inside herself she pressed herself against him, her large breast resting on his back. Marks pace had to slow and with Lucy behind him he was fully reminded of the amazing scene being played out.

"Do you need to cum, well listen to Rebecca and you may get your reward."

Lucy looked at Rebecca who nodded.

Lucy removed her fingers from herself and with some force shoved Mark forward. He was face to face with Rebecca now who playful licked his face with her cum covered tongue. He was also exposed and with a well lubricated finger Lucy penetrated his arsehole. He was still inside Rebecca moving in slow short bursts. Rebecca look him in the eyes, those eyes of hers were penetrating him deeper than the finger in his bottom.

"Now Mark, Stay strong and cum!"

The relief, the power, the pleasure. It was too much, it was incredible. There were four people all connected, from Lucy's finger in Mark's arse, his cock in Rebecca's pussy and her fingers inside Kathrine. It was an image that would stay for him forever. But his focus, all of his focus was on Rebecca, that lovely face. Those powerful eyes. Again he felt faint. Again he...

-

This time when he wakes he isn't alone. Rebecca is seated, already dressed in a business like suit. She smiles at him.

"Welcome back. That was some performance. Would you like to do it again?"

Mark can feel himself stirring again. Rebecca leans into him, her hand pressing against his hardening cock.

"Ah ah...not yet, no if you want to play with me again, you'll have to wait till next Friday. Oh and if you're really lucky I might bring some more friends with me."

She placed her lips against his and gave him a small kiss. He felt himself drifting back off to sleep. When he awoke again much later, she was gone. The same message on the fridge.

-

It was the same process, he went to work, he didn't do any work, he thought about Rebecca. Occasionally he would think of Kathrine and Lucy but they didn't penetrate his thoughts as deeply and he would always come back to Rebecca.

When Friday came he returned to her flat. This time it was just the two of them. He should be disappointed, but part of him knew that he only wanted to be with Rebecca that he had stayed so strong just for her.

It was like the first time, the two of them on the bench, their bodies showing a perfect reflection in the mirror. He felt himself getting closer and closer, but never close enough to finish. She pulled him in close, her hands gripping his arse. A finger probing his arsehole, before slowly slipping inside. A brief flash of before, Lucy's delicate finger, his cock, Rebecca's hands on Kathrine... Still it was enough until.

"Stay strong and cum!"

As before it was bliss. He came hard into her. She slowly removed the finger from his behind. He started to feel faint again, he tried to hand on but as before he slowly passed out.

-

This continued for the next few weeks, he would come round on Friday having spent the entire week a nervous wreck. He didn't quite know how he'd managed to string his bosses along with his sub-par work but it was working for now. He really didn't care, he wasn't strong for them, he was strong for Rebecca.

It didn't change much. He would turn up, they would move over to the bench before the mirror and he would fuck her. The only slight change came at the end. She would still penetrate him but how changed. First it was one finger, then two, then a third. Until finally it wasn't her penetrating him directly but instead using a toy. A short thin device with a handy grip for her to position into his bottom.

He should be dismayed but with her it was so enjoyable. It was starting to seem that he couldn't come without it, well it and those words.

"Stay strong and cum!"

Each time she said it, she looked him in the eyes, her eyes were beautiful he felt himself sinking into them as he came.

He was getting better at staying conscious at the end as well. First he'd only be out for an hour or so before finally he managed to stay through the aftermath. Rebecca was most pleased with this.

Before she showed him out, she presented him with something. It was a butt plug.

"Now Mark, I want you to wear this for me, all this week. It's designed perfectly to help keep you on edge."

Marks expression was wide, he was already on edge every time he was away from her, this...was this too much.

"If you can be a good boy for me and wear this all week, come next Friday I might have a gift for you, a gift like Kathrine and Lucy."

The memories came flooding back, he was instantly hard again. He went to take the plug from her but she pulled it away. He looked confused before she gently turned him around, bent him forward, pulled down his pants and eased the plug into him.

"Now be a good boy, keep that in there for me and remember to stay strong."

Mark pulled his pant back up and left, walking with the plug inside him was difficult but he would do it for her.

Rebecca smiled, he was hers but she knew more would be needed to make him ready, the next step was vital.

-

A reprimand, an official sit down with his boss and his bosses' boss. Sat in a small closet of an office while two men tell him, he's not been good enough. A sit made slightly more uncomfortable by the plug sitting three inches up inside his rectum. That doesn't stop him squirming in his chair, trying to put a little more pressure on his prostate, a little more enjoyment. The entire time these tired old men drag him through the mud he's just thinking about Rebecca. Her skin, her touch, her eyes...he's lost.