Dealing with frustration (SHG - Kenny)

After pizza, they fooled around a little more and Kenny got more under the T-shirt action. Ironically it was Amy who was left frustrated at the end of the night. She had done it to  herself. She was sure that Kenny would have gone much further and  probably all the way if she had given him the right signals but she had  limited him to touching the titties and butt. She wanted him to get the  girlfriend experience and she was behaving more like a high school  girlfriend to guide him in the way things progressed. The problem was,  that she was desperately horny. That night she had gone to bed and  masturbated to several orgasms. She had hoped that Peter would come home and fuck her brains out but he was incredibly late  back. He didn’t see the wire from her vibrator hanging out from under  the duvet as he slid into bed beside her. She had pretty much passed out  after her final orgasm.

Peter had taken a day  off as he had been in the office until past two in the morning ensuring  that the servers were fully functional before the next work day. He  hadn’t even been able to do much but he was the duty manager on call for  just such an emergency. It was then, something of a shock when he was  woken up early. It was even more of a shock that it was with Amy’s mouth on his cock. “What’s going on?” he asked in his sleep-driven confusion.

“Morning, darling,” said Amy between eager slurps. “I saw your boner in your sleep and I couldn’t resist. I need you so much.”

Despite his fatigue, he couldn’t complain about such a heartfelt  desire. He wiped his hand over his face and drank some of the water he  had by his bed. “Okay, I’m awake, come here.”

Amy grinned, pulled off  her nightie and wasted no time in slipping his cock inside her. She  quickly started riding him, her pussy so wet it was making noises. “This  is so good, I can’t tell you how much I need this,” she groaned,  pinching her own nipples as she rode him.

“Jesus, Amy, what’s got you so worked up?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all. I’m just really in the mood.”

A thought struck Peter and he couldn’t help himself as he asked, “Did something happen with Kenny?”

“Don’t be silly, of course not,” she lied.

“Have you been teasing him or did something actually happen?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I decided it wasn’t appropriate to keep teasing him.”

“So you are saying you did something with him?”

“No, Darling. Why would I do something with Kenny? I’m just super hot for you.”

Peter was torn with  frustration. He had said he didn’t want to know. That was true. Deep  down he knew he didn’t want to hear it. Listening to her flat-out deny  anything was happening, a backwards step from where things were was a  blatant subterfuge and he loved it. He rolled her off him and got  between her legs to fuck her. He grabbed her legs and put them on his  shoulders as he put himself back inside her. He began to aggressively  thrust into her.

Amy was flexible and  this position was no trouble for her. She could see that she had pushed  his buttons and she was enjoying his reaction. His hands roughly gripped  her hips and her butt was lifted off the mattress as he pulled her onto  his cock with each thrust. “God, yes, right there. Fuck me, darling. My  pussy needs your cock.”

“Take it you dirty slut,” he growled at her.

“Yes, I’m a slut. I’m your slut. Keep fucking your dirty girl.”

Peter dropped one of  her legs and used his free hand to roughly grope her large breast while  holding himself up with her leg. “I love your big seductive tits.”

“They are yours. I wouldn’t let anyone else touch them but you.”

It was an obvious lie and it fuelled Peter’s  lust. “Everybody wants to grab these tits. Men are always looking at  them. You are always showing them off like a cheap slut.”

“Do you want me to stop,” panted Amy. She was enjoying these inner thoughts that were pouring out of him?”

“No. I want them to look. I want them to think you are a dirty little whore. My dirty whore.”

“Yes, I’m your whore. Fuck your whore.”

The talk ended as they both got close to climax. They got there together as Peter dug his fingers into her tit as he came. It hurt but Amy liked it. This new wildness to him was exciting and his rough treatment of her body was something she was into.

They lay together panting. “My poor tit,” giggled Amy.

“Sorry about that, I got a bit carried away.”

Amy kissed him. “Don’t apologise. It was perfect.”

“Really?”

“You were so wild. It was like in the alleyway.”

“It’s when I think of you in a certain way and you were really  frustrating me with the Kenny situation. Has anything happened between  you two?”

“You ask a lot of questions for a man who doesn't want to know. If  it’s frustrating you it’s not too late to change your mind about it.”

“No. It was perfect. You denying it was what drove me mad but I liked it.”

“I’m pleased it did. I can’t tell you how much I needed that.

Peter laughed. “Waking up with you sucking my cock was a bit of a giveaway.”

“Did you like it? I’ve never woken you up like that before.”

“I’m not sure. I was almost too tired to enjoy it. It was only the Kenny talk that got me going,”

“What Kenny talk?” she teased and Peter have her a look that made her giggle. “Speaking of Kenny, I was  thinking that it would be good for him to get more exercise. He’s so  skinny.”

“I’ve been showing him a few things about once a week or so. If you like I could bully him into joining me more?”

“Maybe just a bit. He’s handsome enough to get a girlfriend but I think a bit of muscle would build his confidence.”

“Girlfriend? Does he have anyone in mind?” asked Peter

“Do you remember the girls from the game night?”

“Oh, that chubby girl, is that the one?”

“No, the other two. He likes both of them.”

“Oof.”

Amy punched his arm. “What do you mean, oof? I picked you didn’t I?”

“Yes but you have strange tastes in men.” Peter thought for a moment. “Am I really at the same level as Kenny?”

“To a lot of women, yes. I saw past your dry and boring personality to the passionate man underneath.”

“Dry and boring she calls me,” he said with mock indignation.

“What would you call it,” she challenged.

“Stoic and practical.”

“Well Mr stoic and practical, I’m going to get breakfast.” She kissed  him on the cheek and got out of bed to gather some clothes. “Do you  want anything?”

“I’m going to try and get some more sleep.”

“I’ll get changed in the bathroom then.” She kissed his lips and made  sure the curtains were closed before she turned out the light. “Love  you.”

“Love you too.”