Loving Alina

I shouldln't have done that.

4. PETER

It was Friday and I’d stopped at the pub after work for a drink with the lads. There were a few differnt pubs in town, but people seemed to keep to their favourites. We liked the Ship & Pelican. It felt like a proper pub. Mismatched wooden tables, copper rails around the bar, open fire, pool table, darts and a few fruit machines. They served good local ales and ciders and did a mean roast on Sundays. I recognised a lot of people in here from colleagues, to old boys who'd been drinking in here since I first came in with my old man when I was a child. We buy drinks in rounds so by now I'd already had 4 pints and my thoughts kept drifting to Alina. I knew I’d get home and wank off thinking of her again. It was turning into a bit of a bad habit and, rather than being harmless fun, it was making me incredibly horny when she was in the room and when she wasn't. I am seriously thinking about paying for s*x to get this out of my system. I scanned the pub looking for a possible candidate to assist with my current predicament, but I only saw familiar faces. I can do without pulling someone I know and the complications that would inevitably ensue. A couple of regulars at the pub made it obvious they wanted me. They’d lay their hands suggestively on my arms wanting to cop a feel. Some girls loved the muscles. f**k, maybe I was desperate enough to take one of them to bed. I looked again at a couple of girls at the bar eyeing them up. One of them was a few years older than me. I didn’t mind that. She was known to be a bit of an easy lay and I weighed up my options. Can I really take a woman back to the house now though? I imagined taking someone home and f*****g them so well they moaned and screamed and came so loud Alina would hear them and she'd know what a damn good shag I am. I had skills. Maybe not though I thought disappointedly. f**k sakes. I knew I couldn’t take someone back home now that Alina lived there too. That wasn’t right. I’m far from prudish, but noisily f*****g another woman in the house Alina was in to try and forget, constantly thinking of f*****g Alina didn’t seem to sit right.



I got home intending to go straight to bed, but there she was, sitting in my chair. Her hair looked beautiful, she looked beautiful, but her eyes were swollen and puffy. She’d been crying. It didn’t go well with Owen then. That man is an absolute d**k and I vowed to kick his ass. I picked Alina up and held her in my lap. Poor kid. She doesn’t deserve this. I rocked her until she calmed down and slept while reassuring her everything was going to be OK. Sitting her on my lap and rocking her roused my d**k and I felt myself get a semi. I know I should have stopped but I kept going while staring at her beautiful face and her sleek exposed legs. Gently I undid her dressing gown. It could have fallen open on its own, my drunk brain told me. I fixed my eyes on her t**s knowing she wasn’t wearing a bra, and rocked her a little harder to see them move. f**k. f**k, that’s hot. Damn, I want to suck on those t**s. My c**k was getting harder and I risked a light touch on one of her t**s. She sighed so sweetly in pleasure I nearly ripped her clothes off right there. I did it again and she moaned at my touch and I knew she was enjoying it. I lifted her t-shirt to see her p***y. She had no pants on. Her pubic hair was trimmed neatly, and I wanted to run my hands through it. I had a raging hard on by now and knowing she was enjoying me exploring her body, I risked touching her boobs again and when she didn’t complain, I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I sucked a finger before reaching for her p***y. I was not ready for her to fly out of the chair and turn on me. ‘WHAT THE f**k ARE YOU DOING?’ she shouted at me. The f**k! ‘Oh like you didn’t know, moaning in my lap as I touched you, rubbing yourself against me to make my d**k hard. You knew exactly what you were doing’. I yelled back at her. I’ll be damned if she’s making out this was all my fault. ‘Maybe you’re not a good girl after all’ I said, touching myself. I knew she’d been enjoying it and I grabbed her and threw her over my lap, smacking her ass. I’d been dying to smack that ass. Her beautiful pert ass. ‘Naughty girl’ I said to her. f**k, I wanted her to be so naughty. Seeing her ass exposed in the air like that drove me crazy. She was fighting and wriggling, but it just turned me on more and I continued to smack her ass. God I’d f**k that ass, I thought to myself. ‘Shall I teach you to be a good girl?’ Smack. ‘Teach you to please a man’ Smack. ‘Maybe then your husband wont look for it elsewhere’ Smack. ‘Stop it. Please let me go’ she said. I should have listened, but I was too far gone. ‘Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?’ Smack. ‘Such a naughty girl’ Smack. ‘Teasing Daddy and making his d**k hard’. Smack. I loved being called Daddy in the bedroom. It wasn’t anything to do with being perverted or wanting to be a parent figure. I liked knowing I was in charge and that my partner took a more submissive role. It really turned me on. When she called me Daddy in the car the other day, she had no idea what she did to me. If I wasn’t drunk, I wouldn’t have used that term now though. I like to get to know a new s****l partner a bit first before exploring any kinks. I wanted her to enjoy herself too and I put my hands between her legs wanting to please her, but my d**k had had enough and there was nothing I could do to stop myself ejaculating right there in my pants. s**t. God I needed that. My breathing slowed and I released my grip. Even in my drunken state, I feared I’d gone too far. I better check she’s OK. Alina got up and left without looking at me. s**t. Damn. I shouldn’t have done that. I held a hand to my head as I leant back in my chair wondering how I was going to unfuck this situation. Drink will be the end of me. I need to stop drinking so much if she's staying. I clearly can't control myself.