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"I sent Stella to tell you what was happening. Gordon drove and I sat in the back seat with Margie. Gordon drove like hell, but he's from here and he knows mountain roads. When we got there her ****** was still alive but in a very serious condition. Gordon and I left and drove back here. Margie's ****** is in bad shape -- probably won't make it. Margie is devastated of course."

I took a deep breath and tried to collect myself. "You were with them the whole time? They weren't alone together?"

Gloria shook her head. "Oh My God! Geri don't act crazy! Margie was devastated. I was there the whole time. Nothing happened between Gordon and Margie except he held her in his arms several times and comforted her when she started to cry."

I sat there feeling ***** and a wave of nausea swept over me. I was afraid I was going to be sick. I was behaving like a little fool. A hysterical fool! I had been so jealous of Margie for the past month that I couldn't think straight. I sat there collecting myself, until a horrible memory hit me.

"Oh my God Gloria. I slapped his face and told him to get out. Then I ran down here."

Gloria took my arm and helped me stand up. "Then we better go up there and hope he didn't listen to you."

When we got inside our condo, Gordon was not there. There was a note on the hall table. I picked it up and a chill went through my body.

The note read, "Gone back to help Margie. Will call when I know something. Gordon."

Gloria read the note. "Well honey, you did it to yourself. Now, I'm gonna give you a piece of advice. And you'd damn well better take it. Do not think about Margie. Do not wonder if he's gonna fuck her. And keep reminding yourself, that if he fucks her, you drove him to it. And even if he does fuck her, you still haven't lost him. Can you do that?"

I didn't know if I could do that. I hated that bitch so much I couldn't even feel sympathy for her ******'s illness.

"I don't know," I mumbled.

"Well you better try honey, if you want to keep him, that is. Margie may still be in love with him. And if she is, she'll fuck him if she can -- wouldn't you? You know damn well you would. Gordon is basically a very nice man. With him up there this thing could go from giving her support and comfort to giving her something more. And if it does it's your fault. If he loves you he's not gonna leave you unless you drive him away. If you worry more about him fucking Margie than about you fucking him, then you're gonna be in deep *****"

I just stood there crying and thinking about Gordon with those long lovely legs wrapped around his back and those big beautiful tits bouncing as he fucked her.

"You're not listening to me Geri. You're thinking about Gordon fucking Margie. You gotta stop that. He loves you. She feels bad. So what if he does give her a sympathy fuck. So what! You won't lose him unless you drive him away and the best way to do that is to show him that you're an angry, jealous, little bitch. A man doesn't fall out of love with one woman just because he fucks another one. Understand men! You're a pro! Remember -- don't act like a jealous bitch!"

I tried to reach Gordon the next day and couldn't. Cell phones didn't work well in the mountains. Fortunately Gordon called Gloria about some office business and she explained my behavior to him. He was still very upset when he called me at home that night.

"I'm sorry you got the wrong idea, honey. But, I still can't figure out why you think I'd do something like that. You really think I'd fuck Margie?"

How could I answer that? Yes I thought he might fuck Margie, but no way could I tell him that now. I heard Gloria's voice in my head and I tried to forget about Margie. I just tried to convince Gordon that I loved him and I'd had too much to *****. I didn't do a good job. I was too damn jealous.

Gordon stayed with Margie for several days. I was afraid to ask him where he slept. When he got back things were not the same. I kept trying to get him to fuck me and he did, but not very passionately. I talked to Gloria about it and she agreed that I had a problem.

The next weekend there was a party at the club and after dinner Walter asked me to dance. He was very polite and respectful -- not a word about ******* me to have sex with him to keep my secret. Gordon danced with Walter's wife. They were laughing and seemed to have a lot of fun together. They danced several times that evening and they talked a lot.

That night as Gordon and I sat on the balcony sipping Macallan-12, Gordon said the strangest things about Walter's wife.

"I have always felt sorry for Susan because Walter treats her so badly. She's a real nice person, she's beautiful, and she tries to be a good wife, but he won't let her."

Susan was a bitch. What should I say? "I don't know her that well. But you're right about one thing -- Walter does not treat her very well."

The next two months were the unhappiest months of my life. Margie had returned after two weeks. Her ****** had recovered, but was not doing well. Gordon had made another overnight trip to see her ****** and to drive Margie back to town. I didn't say a word -- Gloria kept telling me not to think about Margie. Gordon had spent five or six nights at Highlands and I had no idea where he slept or what his relationship to Margie had been. I was sick with jealousy and fear. Now he just fucked me when I initiated it. I tried to conceal my jealousy but I was sure Gordon knew how I felt.

The only person I could talk to was Gloria and I picked her brain every time I got the chance. One evening down by the pool I broke more bad news to Gloria.

"He's taking Margie back to see her ****** next week," I said. "They'll be gone several days. He's fucking her Gloria -- I know he's fucking her."

"You don't know for sure," Gloria responded, "and even if he is, the last thing you want to do is get in a fight over it. Don't think about it. That green monster will tear you up inside. It'll make you act strange -- Gordon will notice. You haven't lost him yet and I don't think you're going to, unless you act like a bitch. Let him fuck her if he wants to. Just don't think about it."

"Is he seeing her here?" I asked. "I mean is he gone from the office during the day?"

Gloria hesitated, and then seemed to make a decision. "I haven't told you, but yes he is gone more than I would have expected - some long lunches and some afternoons. I don't know where."

"So he could be seeing her?" I felt that pain in my stomach again.

"It's possible," Gloria said. "Has he started fucking you more?"

"Only when I initiate it. He never starts it. Something's wrong! What the hell am I gonna do?" I felt tears in my eyes.

Gloria sat there thinking for a moment. "You've got some choices, honey. First you could do nothing and wait. Second you could try to get him to talk about it. Third you could hire a private dick and have him followed when he leaves the office. My advice is to do nothing. If he is fucking her, just pretend it's not happening. Gordon is a nice guy. Don't start trouble. Don't be a bitch. That's the only way you'll lose him."

The next Friday, I was dropping off some numbers that I had put together for one of Walter's big accounts and when I entered his office he said, "Have a seat Geri. You and I need to have a talk."

His voice had a no nonsense tone. I sat down and said, "What about."

"Ordinarily I would be more circumspect," he said, "but in view of our past history I think the best thing to do is say it flat out."

"Say what flat out?" I asked.

"Your husband is fucking my wife."

I wanted to tell him that my husband was fucking Margie and I doubted he had time for both women. But I just sat there, nodded, and waited for him to continue.

"You don't seem surprised," he said. "Why not?"

"Well, he hasn't been himself for a couple of months," I said.

"It figures," Walter continued. "You and I have a past that needs to be kept quiet. This thing could get dirty and the last thing we need is for our story to come out. I have had a private detective follow my wife for a month and she's been meeting your husband maybe twice a week for long lunches. They met twice at a small fishing camp I own a few miles out of town. They spent an hour or two there. I think he's fuckin her."

What the hell did I have to lose? Tell him. "Well he sure hasn't been fucking me for the past two months."

Walter nodded. "I want to use this thing in a divorce. I want to get rid of that bitch. But if things get ugly what are you gonna do with that damn video?"

"Hold off a couple of days Walter. I need to think about this. I had no idea Gordon was involved with your Susan. Do you have all the things you need to prove it -- dates, times, places, pictures?"

"Yeah, I got 'em all. Everything except a picture of him shoving it in, and I won't need that."

"I'll talk to you again on Monday. We have to work together on this," I said.

That night I told Gordon I was going down to Gloria's condo and over a glass of Macallan-12 I told her the whole story.

"It's for sure he's not fucking 'em both," Gloria said. "Yeah, he goes out just like Walter said, maybe twice a week. I don't know what the hell he does."

"The only thing I can do now is talk to him," I said. "I've got to sit down and ask him what he's doing."

"Good luck Geri," Gloria said. "Can I help?"

"No. I have to do it alone."

I went back upstairs and Gordon was sitting in his favorite chair sipping Drambuie. I poured myself a glass and sat down.

"We have to talk," I said.

"What about?" Gordon asked looking a bit wary.

"Walter called me into his office today and told me that you were fucking Susan. Are you?"

He didn't bat an eye. He poured himself some more Drambuie, took a sip, and leaned back in his chair. His voice was calm. He was in control.

"First I was fucking Margie. You haven't stopped thinking about that, have you? It's been haunting you. It's getting to you. You're lousy in bed -- all mechanical like a machine -- no loving. I can read your mind Geri! You're thinking, 'Tire the bastard out so he won't fuck Margie.' Now answer me -- that is what you have been thinking when we fuck isn't it?"

Oh my God. He's right. That's exactly what I'd been thinking. ****! I'm a pro. And I can't even please the man I love in bed! Tears started to flow but I refused to sob. Gloria was right when she told me to pretend it wasn't happening. I lowered my head -- not looking at him.
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"Yes," I said softly. "That's exactly what I've been thinking. I'm so very sorry."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "And now I'm supposed to be fucking Susan. You really think I'm fucking them both?"

Saying it like that it made me look like a damn fool. I sat looking at my lap. Then I shook my head no.

"So at first it was Margie and now it's Susan."

I didn't seem to be able to say anything that made sense, so I just shook my head yes.

"I suppose Walter had us followed. Is that it?"

Again, I just nodded yes.

"Okay, let's talk about Margie first. I had a long affair with her and she fell in love with me but I could never fall in love with her, and after I met you, there was only one woman for me. One woman always."

I felt like a little fool. What wonderful days those had been. Could we ever be that way again? Oh my God!

"After I stopped seeing Margie she continued to feel strongly for me -- I guess you'd call it love. When her ****** became ill she turned to me for help and I did what I could for her. I spent a great deal of time with her because she needed me. Your dirty little mind will be gratified to know that she tried to get me into bed with her. But, I didn't take her to bed."

My dirty little mind! I deserved that!

"Now about Susan. I've been meeting Susan a couple of times a week for over a month -- a long lunch or a place we can talk. She is a very sensitive person who has been hurt a great deal by Walter's uncaring attitude. She is well aware that he patronizes hookers when he travels and hits on any woman around town whenever he gets a chance. I have heard her life story over and over. She says talking to me helps. Maybe it does, but I was worried that someone would get the wrong idea and it looks like that has happened."

I looked up at him and started to ask a question, "You just talked. You're not ... " but I caught myself before I said anything. Gloria was right! Nothing matters except keeping him. No one but me would believe he wasn't fucking Susan - and Margie too, for that matter. God he was beautiful! Those women would see him just like I did. They'd fuck him!

Sitting here looking at him now, I realized that Gloria was right. What's important is keeping him. If he didn't fuck 'em I win and if he did fuck 'em I still win because I keep him. He might be the man he says he is, but if he's not, he's still my man. And who the hell am I to complain anyway if he fucks around -- no way will he ever catch up with my record. Sooner or later, I'll probably find out, but right now I need to hang on to this guy.

As I was having these thoughts Gordon was still talking, "Walter will do anything to dump Susan, of course, so this could be very embarrassing for us both. Did he say what he planned to do?"

I thought fast. "I'm meeting him Monday. He said he'd decide then."

I knew what I had to do. Guilty or innocent, I was not going to let Gordon be the star witness in Walter's divorce trial. Walter was gonna have to find some other way to dump that bitch. Otherwise her lawyer was gonna watch a fun video.

That night I forgot about Margie and I forgot about Susan and I forgot about everything, except - I didn't forget all the ways I knew how to please a man. I fucked and sucked and pleasured Gordon like my life depended on it. I was a pro and a damn good one and I worked like one for a change. I didn't care if he wondered, "How did my innocent, loving wife learn to do that?" I just did it and didn't give him time to wonder where I'd learned it.

He got everything I knew how to do. I would have charged a John three thousand bucks for that all night trick. There was professional skill in it, a lot, but, a hell of a lot of love too. I forgot about myself. I thought only about him, and I brought him off four times -- each time a different way. He was my very special guy and he got the best I could give him. It went on most of the night and he was exhausted the next morning, which, fortunately, was Saturday. Gloria was right. Quit worrying about those other broads and take care of your man.

When I woke him just before noon, I had two big ****** Marys in my hands and I was smiling down at him. I had sponged and sprayed assorted body parts and fixed my face and hair, and I was buck-naked, standing there posed, in spike heels.

I said to him with a great big smile, "I love you Gordon. If you want some more of me, we got all afternoon."

He looked up at me and smiled. "Let me have that *****, baby, while I think about your offer."

He was mine again! I could see it in his eyes. He was mine!

We sat in bed sipping our ****** and me thinking, 'Geri you're tired and you pussy's sore. You've been acting like a wife and getting out of shape. You need to do this more often! When you were working you'd be ready to turn another trick this afternoon.'

Gloria was right. Men are men! Give your man what he needs -- and like any other hound dog, he's gonna stay on the porch -- most of the time.
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I am one really lucky broad! The guy that pimped for me when I was turning tricks on Miami Beach, working my way through Broward College, told me that most girls never make it back once they've been on the street. But I had met a very special guy and we had fallen in love. Gordon and I had gotten married and I went straight. My business degree from Broward helped me get a job at Gordon's accounting firm in Knoxville. My friend, Gloria, also a veteran of the world's oldest profession, had moved to Knoxville with me and joined the firm as Gordon's secretary.

The whole thing almost went south when Gordon's boss, Walter, figured out that he had been a customer of mine the year before. He had recognized me, and he would have screwed up my marriage plans except that Gloria and I suckered him into a sexual evening with our pimp taking video from the closet. If his wife ever got a look at that video she would take him for every penny he had in a divorce.

Gordon and I settled down to a beautiful life together but, for some crazy reason, Gordon had become concerned about Walter's wife, Susan, and was trying to help her deal with the terrible way Walter treated her. Walter found out about them getting together and thought Gordon was screwing her. He figured he could use this to divorce her but he was worried about that video I had of him with two hookers.

I was meeting Walter this Monday morning to tell him that no way was my Gordon going to be a star witness in his divorce trial.

"You're not gonna do it Walter," I said. "No way! I'm not gonna let you use that stuff the detective got following Susan. If you try to, Susan's lawyer will get a copy of that video of you screwing two hookers."

"I can't believe that Geri! Your husband is fucking my wife! Aren't you mad about that?"

"Gordon says he's just talking to her. Trying to make her feel better because you treat her so bad."

"Talking to her my ass! Out at that deserted fishing camp in the woods all afternoon?"

I kept my cool. "That's what he says and that's what I'm gonna believe. You're gonna have to find some other way to dump that bitch -- I won't let you use my Gordon."

Walter settled down after that. He was unhappy about not getting a divorce but he couldn't care less about the time Gordon spent with his wife.

That night having cocktails by the pool I told Gloria about my meeting with Walter. She had her doubts about Gordon's interest in Susan, just like Walter did.

"He says he's just talking to her all afternoon at that deserted fishing camp? Do you really believe him?"

"Look Gloria. I almost screwed things up by getting jealous of Margie last month. I don't give a rat's ass if he's fuckin Susan. He's in love with me! And like you said, he's not gonna leave me unless I act like a jealous little bitch."

I couldn't forget last Friday night -- the whole weekend for that matter. Gordon had been as loving as I had ever seen him. That had been one hell of a weekend of sex and I had no doubt that Gordon was still in love with me. He could fuck Susan all he wanted to -- if he really was. He might not be. Gordon was a straight guy -- he was probably telling the truth.

A week or so later Gloria called and invited me down to her condo one night after work. When I got there she handed me a single-malt on the rocks.

"Sit down baby. You are not going to believe this. No way!"

"Believe what?" I asked, really puzzled.

"First the good news. Gordon is not fucking Susan."

"And you know that how?" I asked.

"Gordon wants me to teach Susan how to fuck," Gloria said, laughing.

"Run that by me again," I said.

"It's like this. Gordon really is just talking to Susan. He's decided that her problem with Walter is that she doesn't know how to please him in bed. He asked me to give her pointers on what a man likes."

I started to laugh. "Okay, when you got a problem go to a professional to fix it. You are certainly a professional Gloria, but Gordon doesn't know that. At least I hope he doesn't! Why did he pick you? Why not me?"

"I asked him that and he said it might embarrass you too much. He thinks I know a lot more about men than you do. He wants me to talk to Susan."

"That is the dumbest damn thing I ever heard," I said, trying to control my laughter.

"Well, I'm gonna do it but don't tell Gordon I told you. He wants to keep it very secret."

And that's how Susan's lessons started. Gloria had regular meetings with Susan several times a week to teach her sex techniques. She even got a soft plastic dick to teach her how to deep throat. Gloria got some cocaine to spray on Susan's throat so she wouldn't gag at first and Susan got to be pretty good at deep throating that big plastic dildo. I sat in sometimes and suggested some techniques to Susan. We had a lot to teach her, but after about a month Gloria pronounced Susan ready.

"But how're you gonna get Walter to fuck her?" I asked, when Gloria told me Susan was ready. "He hates her guts."

"That's where you come in," said Gloria. "You're about Susan's size and shape and you got short hair just like her. In the dark it would be hard to tell the difference between the two of you, if she just grunts and groans, and wears the same perfume and especially if she knows how to fuck."

I shook my head, puzzled. "I still don't get it."

"I'll lay it out for you. I'm gonna invite Walter over for a little sex. He'll do it -- he's been smiling at me real friendly-like recently. Then I'll hint that you might join us because you're pissed about Gordon and Susan -- you've decided he's fucking her after all. I'm gonna hide Susan in my spare bedroom -- she can get to my bathroom through the hall entrance. You're gonna come down and tell us Gordon is out for the evening."

"We'll get him ***** and stoned and play around a little. Turn him on and get our clothes off. Then we get him into my bedroom and turn out the lights. You tell him you have to go take a piss."

"When you go in the bathroom, Susan will take your place and when she comes out I'll be sure the bedroom is completely dark. Then Susan and I are gonna suck and fuck Walter's brains out. When I get a chance I'm gonna leave and Walter is gonna wake up the next morning in bed with Susan -- who, if she's smart, will have him in the saddle before he figures out what's going on."

"It will never work," I said emphatically, trying to control my laughter.

"It will if Walter has had enough to ***** and a lot of grass and the room is dark enough," said Gloria. "Remember what they say -- all pussy is the same in the dark."

I had my doubts. I was thinking about Gordon as I went back upstairs. Things could go very badly for me if something went wrong. I sat Gordon down and told him a story that was half way true. Walter was coming over to Gloria's to see Susan. It was a neutral place, I said, not like their bedroom. Gloria and I and Walter and Susan would have a few *****s and then we would leave them alone. If things worked out, they would make love.

It was a dumb plan. If Walter got wise that he was with Susan and started looking for me, things could get bad in a hurry -- especially if he was *****. It was a dumb story. The whole thing was crazy. I didn't expect either Gordon or Walter to believe what they were told, but they did. Jesus! This was insane! It would never work!

The big day finally came and Walter was going to drop by Gloria's condo that night expecting to get laid. She told him I might join them. I made a visit to Walter's office that afternoon and acted friendly. He played with my ass and I kissed him. He told me he couldn't wait to get me in bed.

I played along, but I kept thinking that the whole thing would never work. We'd deceived this horny bastard once before when we made that video and he was bound to be suspicious. He couldn't be dumb enough to trust us twice. But sometimes guys think with their little head instead of their big one and hard dicks can be really dumb.

That night in Gloria's living room, Gloria and I fed whisky to Walter and I lit a joint to get him high. Gloria tried to keep him busy but he wanted me first and he got me on the couch and had my tits out and started sucking on my nipples. I played along as Gloria and I had planned. Finally, he had me stripped down buck-naked and was fingering my pussy, which got wet even though I was not turned on. Somehow we got him into the bedroom. Gloria had figured out a way to get it completely dark.

Walter had a hard on and started chasing me around the bedroom trying to fuck me. When the doors were closed it was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face and we kept bumping into things. Walter finally caught me from behind, bent me over, and got his cock into me. He held me firmly, so I couldn't get away, and started pounding away. He was ***** but he could still fuck.

After several minutes, I spun away from his grasp and told him I had to piss. He quit chasing me and I headed for the bathroom where Susan was hiding. I turned out the lights, flushed the toilet, and Susan headed back into the bedroom in my place.

I listened through a crack in the bathroom door. Walter had started fucking Gloria. He was stoned and ***** but he was horny and he came fast the first time -- or maybe he just thought he did -- I wasn't sure. I couldn't see a thing, but I could tell what was happening by Gloria's comments.

When Walter rolled off of Gloria, Susan started sucking his cock and when he got hard she took him deep throat. He kept calling my name and holding her head in his hands. Then Walter started fucking Susan, and Gloria headed for the bathroom. Walter was pretty groggy but still able to fuck, although it was obvious that he wasn't going to last much longer. I figured he'd pass out in a very few minutes.

Gloria and I went out the other door of the bathroom, got our clothes from the living room, and cleaned up a bit in her second bathroom. As we were getting dressed we exchanged a few whispered comments.

"Did he come with you?" Gloria asked.

"No. I got away before he had time to. What about you?" I asked.

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"Yeah, I think he did but he was so ***** it was just a little squirt," Gloria said. "He was really into Susan when I left. He's sure she's you, and he's not gonna be awake much longer."

"Yeah," I said, "But what happens in the morning when he wakes up and sees he is in bed with his own wife."

"I told Susan to get him in the saddle before he's completely awake. When a guy is fucking it's hard to make him mad. Maybe this crazy idea will work after all."

"I hope Susan can follow our story line," I said. "I really wouldn't want Gordon to know that Walter stripped me down and fucked me."

"Well, he didn't come," Gloria said.

"Yeah, I'm sure Gordon would be glad to hear that," I said sarcastically. "Just keep your fingers crossed,"

We headed upstairs to our condo where Gordon was waiting.

"What's happening?" Gordon asked anxiously as we walked in.

"They're sitting in the living room ******** scotch," Gloria said, sticking with the story we had decided on. "They've had a lot to *****. They're getting real friendly. We'll have to wait and see whether anything happens."

We had a few ******. Gloria and I waited apprehensively for the phone to ring or for Walter to pound angrily on the door. Nothing happened. Walter must have passed out by now. Finally about midnight we went to bed. Gloria used our guest bedroom.

The next morning, Saturday, Gloria went down to her condo about nine o'clock. I was nervous. The whole thing was riding on what happened when Walter woke up and discovered it was Susan he'd been fucking. Gloria was back five minutes later.

"They're fucking," she said. "The room is bright with the morning sun and they're banging away like newly weds. I didn't interrupt them."

Gordon and Susan went back to their place that afternoon. They were hand in hand and she was giggling as they walked out to the parking lot.

It was midmorning on Monday when I had occasion to stop by Walter's office with some accounts. He smiled as I walked in. It was the first time I had seen his genuine smile. Every time in the past it had been more of a leer.

"I guess I owe you a big thank you," he said.

"Did you have a good weekend?" I asked.

"You girls taught her a really great bag of tricks," he said. "I don't think she's tried even half of them yet. Jesus! How did you teach her to deep-throat?"

"That's a professional secret, Walter. We know our job. I'm glad you liked it. She's good. Those tricks we taught her will last you for a while, but I figure you're too big a bastard to give up playing the field completely," I said.

He chuckled. "Any time you want to play just let me know. I almost got you Friday night."

He said "almost." Maybe he doesn't remember that he actually fucked me a little. Well, I can gladly forget it too.

"You're fun Walter -- and I think we're finally gonna be friends. But Gordon is enough for me," I said.

Then I added, "Oh, and we taught Susan the facts of life about men. She'll probably let you play around a little -- she's always known you did that -- but, Walter, don't get too blatant about it. Don't make her lose peoples' respect. You owe her that."

He nodded. "I'll be careful. Things are gonna be better around the house now and I appreciate what you gals did for me - and for Susan. And you never had a guy involved helping you? Not Gordon or anybody?"

"Well I'll be damned Walter! Are you jealous?" I chuckled.

"No! I just meant ... well ... Gordon wasn't fucking her after all ... was he?"

He said it like he was afraid that Gordon had really been fucking Susan.

I laughed. "You're jealous! You really are! You've been fucking everything in sight and now you're jealous of your sweet, loving, little wife. Oh God Walter! Do you know how good that makes me feel?"

"I am not jealous!" Walter said stubbornly.

"Oh this is really great. I'm gonna tell Susan that if you piss her off, she needs to find a guy and fuck him. That'll keep you at home! She'll do it too -- she's very impressed with what we taught her. She thinks we know how to handle men and she'll do what we tell her to do."

"God damn it Geri don't even joke about a thing like that! I can't have my wife spreading her legs for some stranger."

"Oh but Walter, she'd never fuck a stranger. You can be sure it would be a friend of yours. Probably a very close friend!"

With that, Walter jumped up out of his chair. He was red in the face and he was shouting. I had him -- I really had him by the short hairs.

"God damn it Geri don't talk that way! Even if you're just kidding! ****! Promise me you won't say anything to her. Promise! Please!"

I couldn't help laughing. "Oh Walter you're priceless. I think we really are going to be friends after all."

He looked relieved. "You were kidding me weren't you? Weren't you?"

"Well maybe a little. I won't say anything to Susan unless you give me a reason to."

I felt a lot better about Walter when I left his office. Our relationship seemed a lot better and I figured that Walter and I might finally get along. He was still an uncured, unrepentant lecher, but maybe he would run around a little less, and treat Susan a little better, if he got well serviced at home.

We had solved Susan's problem and my relationship with Walter was much improved, but Gordon began to ask some difficult questions. It all started very casually, but a light went on in my head with his first question.

"You and Gloria must have had a lot of fun in the singles scene on Miami Beach," Gordon said a week or so later after dinner. We were sitting on our balcony overlooking the pool sipping Drambuie.

I felt a tight cramp in my belly. Oh God! Not now! Please! Things are going so well. Was Gordon finally getting curious about what we had done to help Susan?

"We had a lot of fun playing the field," I said. "Of course, I had a lot of studying to do for college, but we still got out a lot."

"When we met," he said, "I got the idea you were more of the quiet type. Not a playgirl."

"I was the quiet type and so was Gloria. We dated a lot of different guys but we weren't playgirls. Would you be upset if I had been?"

He dodged my question. "You know your way around a bedroom and you and Gloria sure made an instant expert out of Susan. When you were single, did you ever do anything that I would be upset about?"

There it was. Flat out. One lie leads to another and another and finally to disaster.

"Of course I did, Gordon. You would be upset about a lot of things I did. Miami Beach isn't Knoxville. You knew you didn't marry a virgin."

He took another sip of Drambuie and then reached for the bottle and, wordlessly, refilled both our glasses. I had no idea where this was going but I was not going to lie. Nor was I going to volunteer anything.

"I have an idea that if I asked you, you might really tell me. For now, I'll just say I love you very much. But darling, remember, always remember, there is nothing you could tell me that would ever change that. Absolutely nothing."

Nothing? I wonder! I ran the numbers in my head as I had done so many times before. Those were big numbers! He had never seen my private bank account but he had an idea about how well off Gloria was. Maybe he suspects -- maybe he doesn't. I sighed deeply. Then I thought how much I wanted to be sure that nothing would change his love for me. I was ready to do anything to keep him. Anything! I had the feeling, deep inside, that this question was going to be asked again. My ugly past was not yet completely buried.

"I love you too, honey," I said.
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This is the fifth chapter in a story about a hooker from Miami Beach who met and married a very special guy. He thought she was just a college student. Her secret fear, a fear that sometimes ruled her life, was that her husband would discover the dirty little secret in her past.

April fifteenth! It was over! Finally it was over. All of us had been busting our butts doing eighteen hour days and more. If you've never worked at an accounting firm you have no idea what we go through during the first three and a half months of each year. It's not our fault. Clients are always missing something and they are always late with their receipts and W2s and 1099s and all the rest.

But it was over now and every one of us breathed a big sigh of relief - the partners, especially - I was just a peon. There was still work for us peons to do – they called us "associates" but we were peons. We'd still be working, but now we could take a little time off.

Every year at this time our senior partner, Walter, led a bunch of partners to Las Vegas for an "accountants seminar." Seminar my ass! They're going out there to gamble and fuck whores! Prostitution was legal out there. And if there was one thing Walter knew more about than accounting it was hookers (that's how I met him).

This trip he was taking Gordon, my very special guy, and Jack, another partner that my friend Gloria had gotten herself engaged to. The day they left, Walter's wife, Susan, joined Gloria and me in the evening for cocktails on the patio by the pool at our condo complex. We were ******** Macallan-12.

"He's gonna get laid,' Susan said. "He always gets laid on these trips and Vegas is full of hookers."

"Jack's gonna get laid too," said Gloria. "I could tell by the look on his face when he left for the airport."

Then Gloria looked at me. "What about Gordon? Has he ever fucked a hooker?"

She had that "oh so clever" look on her face. Susan was not aware that Gloria and I had retired with lots of cash after short, but successful careers in the world's oldest profession. I think she suspected something when we taught her a lot of sex techniques, which worked so well on Walter, but I don't think she knew for sure.

I chuckled. "I think he's probably fucked a hooker. Most guys have. And yes I think Walter will lead him down the primrose path. They have a big suite with three bedrooms. I think Walter is planning some big parties – parties with girls."

Susan looked at her watch. "The sun's under the yardarm in Vegas. I imagine the party is about to begin, unless they are winning at Blackjack."

We had a couple more ****** and then went to bed. The next morning, Saturday, my phone rang early as I was trying to get some extra *****. It was Gordon.

"You're up awful early," I said. "I thought you guys would have a party and ***** late."

"We did have a party - a big one. But I couldn't ***** late. I was thinking about you."

"That's sweet!" I said, hoping he really meant it.

"Well, not really. Sweetness has nothing to do with it. I missed you in bed," Gordon said.

I laughed. "That's a very nice compliment, but I figured Walter would arrange something to keep you occupied in bed."

"He did. He hired three hookers to come up to our suite and we had a big party. I took one of them to bed in my room."

My mind flashed a picture of Gordon fucking a hooker and I felt not the slightest jealousy. That's weird, I thought, remembering the sick jealousy I had felt last year when I thought Gordon was fucking his old girlfriend Margie.

I chuckled. "So you got laid?"

"I got laid. But, somehow it just wasn't up to your standards. That's why I'm calling. Why don't you get on a plane and come out here. I miss you."

Gordon had said nice things to me a lot of times, but this was over the top. He was on vacation in Vegas, fucking anything he wanted. I think he knew he could get away with it. And he wanted me! Jesus! How many broads get that lucky? My head started making out a packing list.

"I'll get packed and on my way this morning, baby. You don't have to ask me twice. What about Jack? You think he might want Gloria to come out with me?"

"He and I talked about it. Jack said his gal was good but not spectacular. Those were his exact words, 'Good but not spectacular.' So when I told him I was calling you, he said for me to have you invite Gloria as well."

"Alert the front desk that you're gonna have company. We'll see you soon."

I called Gloria and told her that Gordon wanted me to join him because the hooker he screwed was disappointing in bed.

She almost shouted. "You're the luckiest damn broad I ever met Geri. I have never heard of a man who prefers his wife to a really skillful hooker, although I must admit that you are a really skillful hooker."

"Well, Gloria, your guy Jack told Gordon that the gal he fucked was good but not spectacular."

There was a long pause, and then, Gloria asked, "Were those his exact words?"

"His exact words, 'Good but not spectacular,' was what he said."

"Oh my God! Jack always tells me that I am spectacular in bed- that's the word he always uses. Do you think he might want me to come out there? "

"I don't think, honey. I know. Jack asked Gordon to have me invite you. Do you want to come?"

"I'm headed to the closet to get my suitcase even as we speak."

We were routed through O'Hare and arrived in Vegas in late afternoon. We had a surprise for Walter. We had invited Susan to join us. We were not at all sure that we had done the right thing. We had no idea if it would be a pleasant surprise since she had never joined him on one of his "business" trips, but we thought "What the hell!" And Susan was very eager to join us.

At the front desk the clerk looked at his computer screen, checked my ID, and smiled.

"Not many wives are joining their husbands, but you are certainly welcome."

We went up to the suite. It had been cleaned but remnants of a big party remained, including a pair of bikini panties hanging on the head of Walter's bed.

All of us had brought our sexiest dresses and miniskirts with spike heels and by the time we had cleaned up and dressed we looked a lot like hookers – high-class hookers, of course, but hookers all the same. We had done it on purpose.

When we went down to the casino we got a lot of friendly looks from guys. Gloria and I were comfortable with the attention. In fact, we were having fun.

"Like old times, isn't it?" Gloria whispered to me. "Kinda feels good to have guys look at you that way again, especially since I got my own guy waiting for me – a guy who thinks I'm 'spectacular' and is looking forward to seeing me."

"Yeah," I said. "I know what you mean, but we better keep a close eye on Susan. She's never been in this situation before."

We walked around the casino for a while, checking out the tables, and fending off several guys. Susan got one genuine proposition, which gave her a really big thrill, and Gloria and I fielded several propositions easily. The offers give us an idea of what the rates were in Vegas – a little lower than Miami, probably because there was more competition here.

Finally we spotted our guys leaving a craps table shaking their heads as though they had not had a good roll. We waved and smiled and joined them. Gordon gave me a big warm kiss and said he was glad to see me.

Jack beamed when he saw Gloria. "Oh baby you can't know how glad I am to see you."

Walter's mouth dropped open, his face looked shocked, and his eyes went from Susan's tight blouse to her very short miniskirt and then to her spike heels. She was dressed to show off her fabulous figure. I think Walter was shocked at how sexy she looked.

"What the hell are you doing here? Why are you dressed like that?" Walter said, nervously examining his wife's sexy outfit.

"Geri and Gloria invited me to come out with them. This is fun. You're not gonna believe this Walter, but a guy offered me $400 to come up to his room for an hour. Can you believe that? Four hundred dollars! He had his hand on my ass when he said it."

Walter's face turned bright red. I had seen his jealousy before. "Geri how the hell could you let something like that happen? Susan doesn't know how to take care of herself in a place like this."

"Don't worry Walter. I'm watching her. I'd never let her go up to some guy's room for $400. Susan's worth at least $600."

Walter exploded loud enough for people to look at us. "Don't joke about that Geri. This is all your idea. I know it is. Jesus! Now what?"

"We're all checked in to the suite. It's almost time for dinner and then we can start to party," I said.

Walter was nervous as hell but we had ****** and then dinner. He kept trying to make a phone call on his cell but didn't get an answer. Finally we went up to the suite. I had left the bikini panties hanging on the head of Walter's bed and he ran in there and put them in his pocket first thing.

"Looks like you had fun last night," Susan said laughing.

Walter kept dialing a number on his cell. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and our doorbell rang several times. I went over and opened the door and saw exactly what I expected. Three over-dressed, slightly over-weight hookers.

Walter raced up to them. "I tried to get you on the phone, but ... "

"Come on in girls," I said. "The party is about to begin. We're their wives and we decided to join them."

There was no way, of course, absolutely no way, that these gals were going to believe that story. I'm sure they figured that Walter had hired three more hookers to make a bigger party. Walter kept sputtering and trying to explain to Susan, who was laughing and getting a kick out of his embarrassment. I had told her to "Go with the flow," and she was doing exactly that.

Gloria turned on some music, jazz, and started to mix the ******.

One of the gals, Shirley, cupped Walter's crotch in her hand and said, "I hope this thing performs tonight as well as it did last night."

Walter spun away from her, embarrassed, and looked at Susan, who was giggling.

"I'm sure it will honey," Susan said to Shirley. "It's never failed him yet."

I had seen and done a lot of crazy things in my life, but this was a first for me. Here was a gal – she called herself Rosie, a working name I'm sure – that my special guy had fucked the night before and I felt no jealousy at all – only amusement. She was a fake blonde with much bigger tits than mine, and full hips – the kind men like to grab in both hands when they fuck. She was laughing and rubbing her body against Gordon and occasionally reaching down and stroking his crotch.

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I went over to them and started doing the same thing. Gordon did not have a hard on, but he was laughing and enjoying the attention. Gloria and the third gal were working on Jack the same way.

But what Gloria and Gordon and I were enjoying the most was the way Walter reacted as Shirley worked on him with Susan helping her out. Susan was laughing and Walter was as uncomfortable as I had ever seen him. Everything was working out as I had hoped it would.

We danced as threesomes and drank and laughed and one of the gals lit a joint and passed it around. Neither Gordon nor I took a puff and both of us were watching our ********. Shirley opened her blouse and got her tits out. Then she grabbed Walter's hand and pressed it onto her tits. Susan just laughed.

After a couple of hours of partying and ********, Gloria and I pushed Walter into his bedroom with Shirley and Susan and closed the door. Then Gloria grabbed Jack and the gal working on him and disappeared into their bedroom.

Gordon walked over to Rosie. "You don't have to stay," he said. "I'm going to spend the night with my wife."

Then he pealed off eight Franklins from his roll and handed them to Rosie. He was very nice to her but I could tell from her expression that she didn't believe I was his wife. She figured I was another hooker that Gordon wanted to be alone with. She was right about me being another hooker, of course, and I was glad he wanted us to be alone.

Then Gordon led me into the bedroom.

"I don't need anybody else but you," he said. "You're so damn good in bed that I think I'd keep you even if I didn't love you so much."

That got to me. "You know how much it means to me to hear you say 'I love you?'"

"I've figured out a lot of things in the ten months we've been married," he said. "I know, for example, that you really do love me as much as I love you."

"And just how do you know that?"

"Last summer when you were afraid of losing me to Margie your whole life seemed to fall apart. Jesus! You were even lousy in bed!"

"I'm sorry about that."

"But last night when you knew us guys were fucking hookers, you could care less. It was like I had a get-out-of-jail-free card."

"Well ... I ... you know. I ... I guess you did."

"You were especially happy when I said that the hooker was not as good as you were. And tonight when you thought I might want a threesome it didn't trouble you at all. You just went along with anything I wanted."

"Because I love you."

"Oh it's more than that, Geri. Much more than that! It's what you understand that other women don't. Most women get sex and love all mixed up. You don't. You know the difference. And I think I know why."

"Well ... I ... I ..." What the hell did he mean by that? Oh my God! Oh no! It can't be!

"I've put a lot of things together these past ten months," he said.

Oh ****! My stomach cramped. "Such as?" I said almost in a whisper.

"Such as how we met in Miami and how you paid your way through college and how you and Gloria taught Susan all those sex techniques and all the money that Gloria has and your reaction to Margie - so different from your reaction to Rosie and the way you are in bed – everything a man could ever want."

Oh my God! It can't come out now! Not after all our happy times. A sick, cramping feeling grabbed my gut. I felt like I wanted to throw up. Why now? Does he know?

I just stood there, almost trembling. I couldn't think of anything to say. I was afraid to say anything. I just knew that whatever I said would be wrong.

Gordon looked down at me – then he took me gently in his arms.

"You were a hooker in Miami weren't you? That's the way you worked your way through college, wasn't it? You were a hooker."

My mind went numb. Don't lie I told myself. It was all I could think. My ugly past had come back to punish me. It's over! He's gone! All my inner fears these past months were justified. Don't lie. Tell him the truth!

I looked him directly in the eye. "Yes I was."

Gordon put his arms around me and kissed me and held me close. Then he looked down at me – his face inches from mine.

"I love you Geri. I never want to lose you."

Then he picked me up and carried me to bed. I felt my body start to tremble. Oh my God I love him so. Sometimes I feel like this and I don't know why. ****! I'm a pro and here I am trembling like some damn high school girl about to get laid. God I want to please him!

He's laying me down on the bed and starting to undress me. What does he want me to do? I'll do anything he wants! Anything! Should I ask him or just wait and see? What should I do?

Oh my God! All he wants is just a simple missionary. Why do I feel so damn helpless?

Oh God! That feels good! He's kissing me and fucking me and I'm trembling like a virgin. I love him. I love him so. Oh ****! Damn it! I'm gonna come. Not yet! No! It's too soon! He hasn't come yet. I don't want to come first. I want him to come first. What can I do to please him?

Then the contractions began and I was lost in pleasure. "Ahhh ... Ohhh ... Oh sweet Jesus!"

He kept on fucking me and my hips went out of control – he's got me going again. I can't come again. I need to find out what he wants me to do. Oh ****! I can't stop it. It's happening again!

Hard, rhythmic contractions swept in waves over my body. "Ahhh ... Ohhh ... Oh God ... I love you ... I love you."

I've got to take control. This is not supposed to happen to a pro. I gotta please him first! What's happening? His rhythm is changing – it's harder and deeper. Oh thank you God! He's about to come! Pump your ass for him you horny little bitch and take it deep. Pump harder! There it is! He's shooting his load! Oh thank you God! It wasn't just me. I love him so. I want to please him so much.

He collapsed on my chest, kissing my face. I tasted his sweat. He's rolling off of me and kissing me. Oh God I love him so!

I started to cry. "I hope you liked that. I wasn't doing very much, was I? I just kinda laid there. I didn't seem to show you much action. I didn't expect to come twice with a simple missionary. Somehow you just got to me! I wanted to do more, but I just couldn't."

He held me close and kissed me softly. "I love you Geri. I love you very much."

"I didn't do anything very special," I said. "I'm sorry."

He chuckled. "Don't be sorry, baby. I wanted to start out with a little love. Fix me another ***** and then you can get fancy if you want to. Maybe show me something new."

I got up to go in the living room and mix the *****s. I thought about his request. I could do that easy. I had a lot of choices! I was a pro. Then I trembled again and felt weak, as I remembered the sound of his voice telling me he loved me. What a very special guy he was. We're gonna have a life together, after all. There's not another man in the world like my Gordon.

I walked out into the living room, stark naked, to the ***** table and there was Gloria, also naked, mixing three *****s. I noticed she'd dyed her beaver bright red to match her hair like when she was working. I figured she did that for Jack.

"He said I was spectacular," Gloria said. "Then he rested, and that bitch crawled on to do him cowboy. You know, it's funny, but I'm not jealous at all."

"That's easy," I said. "Three reasons: she's a pro, Jack thinks you're better in bed, and you know he loves you – he asked you to come out here. That's why you're letting him have his fun with a little strange stuff."

Just then the other bedroom door opened and Susan walked out. She was naked but had on spike heels. Her body looked absolutely fabulous.

"He's fucking that fat girl now," she said.

Gloria laughed. "I think she sees herself as 'pleasingly plump' rather than fat."

Susan shook her head. "You saw her with her clothes on. She's fat! Why do guys like that?"

"Handholds," I said.

"Handholds?" Susan asked. "What are handholds?"

"Nice hunks of soft flesh on the hips to hold on to when she fucks him and extra large tits to hang down in his face. What position is she fucking Walter in?"

Susan laughed. "You're right. She's on top with her tits hanging down for him to play with. It's driving him wild. But he fucked me first! Pumped his load and I could tell he liked it."

"Are you comfortable with all this?" I asked Susan.

"I guess so. I'd for sure rather be here with him than at home alone knowing he's fucking some fat whore. This is all so new for me, but I think I like it."

"You saw the way he looked at you in the casino in that tight outfit. You have a magnificent figure and you showed it off well. He was jealous of every guy that looked at you. But I could tell he was proud," I said.

"I think he is proud, since you and Gloria taught me how to handle him," Susan said.

"Well, what's important now is that you've got him by the balls," I said.

Susan looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that he's so jealous and you're so beautiful that he's afraid – terrified – that you might fuck another guy."

"Oh I'd never do a thing like that!" Susan said firmly.

"Don't let him hear you say that," I said. "Let him think you might do it if he doesn't treat you right. That'll keep him under control. Let him enjoy his whores but keep him worried about you. Things will go better that way."
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Susan looked skeptical. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure! Just look at me and Gordon. I love him so much that he owns me. I worship him. I'd do anything for him and he can do as he pleases. He's got a whole deck of get-out-of-jail-free cards. But he loves me back and he wants me."

Susan smiled and nodded her head. "I like your advice. How did you learn so much about men?"

"Experience," I said. "Lots of experience."

"I better get back in there," said Susan. "Maybe he's finished fucking that fat whore."

Susan went back to her room and Gloria looked at me and smiled. "Experience! Yeah, that's exactly what it was. Lets just hope our guys don't figure out where we got it."

"Mine has already figured it out," I said.

Gloria looked shocked. "He what?"

I told her the story. How he paid Rosie and sent her away. How he figured out about Gloria and me and how he said he loved me and carried me to bed and how I lost control and started having orgasms. When I finished Gloria just stared at me for a moment. Then she looked at me and shook her head from side to side in wonder.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again, because it's true. You are the luckiest damn broad in the whole world. He loves you. He's waiting in there for you come back and show him a new trick. If there was ever a time to bust your butt and do it right, now's the time baby. Don't go ga-ga – keep your head. You're a pro. Get your ass in gear and fuck that very special guy – and do it so he'll remember this night in Vegas for a long, long time."

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Cougar Meat

Our company just got out of Chapter 11 and there was a big reorganization in all the top jobs. A lot of our big guys are out looking for work. A lot of little guys like me are looking too. I got lucky. I'm still here but I'm not sure for how long and I'm sweating it out. The new brass arrives tomorrow. Some guy named BB Taylor that I've never heard of.

My girlfriend -- almost fiancée -- survived too and if we make it to next year we plan to get married. I was at her apartment finishing up spaghetti and Chianti -- my favorite to eat and hers to fix because it's so simple.

"Safe so far," Betty said. "Most of the people we're gonna lose have been lost already."

"Yeah, but there'll be a few more," I said. "It all depends on this guy BB Taylor."

"Who is he?" Betty asked. "What have you heard about him?"

"Nothing -- nada -- except he's from back east. The Delaware office I think."

"You remember my friend Bridget?" Betty asked. "She moved to the Delaware office last year. She'll know something."

Betty looked at her watch. "It's not too late to call her."

She grabbed the phone and went into the living room. I picked up the dishes, rinsed them off, and put them into the dishwasher. When I got in the living room Betty was nodding her head as she listened to what sounded like a long story from Bridget.

"Oh Jesus!" Betty said.

Then I listened to one side of a complicated conversation with long pauses while Betty listened, fascinated, to the answers to her questions.

"Oh my God!"

"How many guys?"

"That's hard to believe!"

"And what if a guy won't?"

"What happened to him?"

"Oh *****"

"How could she do that?"

"How long does she keep 'em?"

"They do okay afterward?"

"All of them?"

When the conversation was over Betty sat there in silence for a minute and then looked at me, lovingly studying my face.

"I wish you were not so damn good looking. God you're handsome! Gorgeous is a better description. You're just luscious!"

She got my attention. "Are you going to stop trying to turn me on and tell me about this guy?"

"It's not a guy. BB Taylor is a gal. She's 45 years old and she's a cougar!"

"A cougar as in ... " I paused.

Betty continued. "As in a middle aged broad who likes to fuck handsome young guys just like you. You're 25 and that's perfect for her."

"Tell me what you learned," I said.

"To start with she's a very good executive -- that's why she survived the reorganization and moved up. Her only weakness is her need for handsome young studs. She doesn't care if they're married or single. If she wants a guy, she's gonna fuck him for a couple of months and then move on to someone else. If he doesn't want to fuck, she figures out a way to fire him. The gals at the Delaware office joke about it. 'Fuck 'em or fire 'em" is what they say. And baby, you are cougar meat -- young, handsome, hot, and ready."

I was astonished. "You gotta be kidding!"

"I'm not kidding. She's a predator. And some gals get in trouble too. If she thinks the guy she wants is sweet on a gal -- that gal gets fired first. And with the situation the company's in right now nobody's asking any questions as long as the brass delivers the bottom line. And BB delivers."

I thought about my position. "Look, Betty, I just moved up to Special Assistant to the Director. I'm gonna have to work directly under BB."

Betty nodded and then said sarcastically, "In the daytime maybe. But if Bridget's right I have a hunch BB will want you to work directly over her at night."

"That's not funny!" I said.

"I didn't mean it to be funny," said Betty. "I don't want the man I love fucking some fat, horny 45 year old broad. And I don't want the man I love fired because he refuses to fuck the ugly bitch. Jobs like yours are nonexistent today."

"How do you know she'll hit on me?"

Betty laughed, shaking her head. "Oh sweet baby, that's why I love you so much, you don't know how delicious you are. I worry enough about sexy, better-looking broads my age stealing you. Hell -- I can think two of our gals who are ready to bend over and take it from you in the supply room. Trust me. BB will hit on you."

"So what do I do?"

"First you gotta pretend you don't know me. I'm just a gal working down the hall. Don't even speak when we pass each other. Second if BB hits on you ... check that ... when BB hits on you, just act friendly and go along, no matter how fat and ugly she is. I don't want you fired."

"Maybe I can pretend to be gay?"

Betty burst out laughing. "Haven't you noticed how the girls in the office look at you? Sometimes they just sit and stare at you. Just like you're good enough to eat! The horny bitches! BB will see that right off."

"Are you telling me to fuck her?"

Betty scrunched up her face as if she were in pain. "I don't want that ugly bitch to get you in her bed! Not even once! I don't know if I could take it for several months. But according to Bridget she will drop you after a few months. Then she'll leave you alone when she gets another guy."

"Are you telling me to fuck her?"

"I don't want you to fuck her! The bitch! Fat horny bitch! But I don't want you to lose your job. I want to marry you next year just like we planned. ****! Double *****"

"Are you telling me to fuck her?"

Betty looked down at the floor. She was hurting inside. Then she gave a big sigh.

"Yeah. I guess I'm telling you to fuck her." Betty felt bad.

But, she felt a lot worse the next morning. The entire staff was called into the big conference room to meet and hear BB Taylor. BB was a stunning brunet, five seven, 115 pounds, perfect hair, perfect make-up, great tits and legs, modestly dressed in a very attractive professional outfit, and 3-inch heels to hold up a fabulous figure. She commanded the room. She was in total control.

BB could have easily passed for early thirties -- not the 45 year-old I knew she was. Betty was sitting in the back of the room with a totally stunned expression on her face, staring at BB, as she listened to her introductory remarks.

Later, BB's secretary summoned me into her big, corner office.

"Barry, just call me BB," she said extending her hand. "We'll work better that way. Well, how did I do?"

****! Now what do I say? She missed a couple of important things I thought she should have mentioned. What do I do? Tell her? She's supposed to be good. You don't get good by getting mad at the truth. A voice inside my head told me to just do my job.

"Well," I said, "I was surprised you didn't mention the lawsuit with Curtis Corp. We're gonna win that, but the staff might use a little reassurance. And sales are up. They needed to hear that too."

I waited for her to get mad. She smiled. "I got lucky! You're good! I should have covered both of those things. And you're not afraid to tell me I missed 'em. I like that too. This morning I want you to jot down what you see as our top priorities in the next quarter. I've got some reading to do. Then we'll do lunch and you can brief me."

I already had the list she wanted but I double-checked it. On our way to the elevator Betty passed us in the hall. I acted as if I didn't know her. She still had that shocked look on her face. She knew I was taking BB to lunch. Lunch went well. BB was happy with my work and we spent several hours that afternoon with stacks of paper in her office. At the end of the day, BB stopped me as I was leaving.

"There's a nice new restaurant that I want to try. Are you busy Friday night?"

I remembered what Betty had said about being friendly. "No."

"Why don't you pick me up and take me to dinner? Sevenish?"

"Sure BB. I'll do that."

I didn't go home -- I headed for Betty's apartment. When I got there she had been crying. Her eyes were red. I didn't get a chance to speak.

"The bitch! She's not fat - she's good looking. I was expecting a beat up old broad. She could pass for 32! The bitch! That figure! ****! Her tits are bigger than mine! Her hips! Did you see her hips? The bitch!"

I took her in my arms and kissed her but she was crying too much for a real kiss.

"Did she hit on you?"

"Well ... she ... "

"She did, didn't she? On the first day! I told you she would. What did she do?"

"She ... well ... I'm taking her to dinner tomorrow night."

"The bitch! An expensive restaurant and she's gonna pick up the check. Then when you take her home she's gonna invite you in for a *****. And then she's gonna ... she's gonna ... the bitch!" Betty was screaming.

"Honey, I'll call and cancel if you want."

"And get fired?"

"What do you want me to do?"

Betty just cried and stared at the floor. Then she embraced me and kissed me softly. Still sobbing she led me to the couch and we sat down.

"What do you want me to do?" I repeated.

"You gotta fuck the bitch and you gotta do it right! I was afraid if she was fat you might have trouble getting it up -- now, I don't think that'll be a problem. ****! Double *****"

It was Friday at seven when I rang the bell of her penthouse apartment. When she answered the door I was as stunned as Betty had been yesterday. All trace of the executive had vanished. Her outfit was sexy. Kinda clingy and it made her look years younger. Her low cut dress gave me a nice view of those big tits that I had admired in her business suit. They had a slight jiggle when she walked. Her heels were higher than her work shoes. Her smile was bright and sexy.

"I'm ready," she said. "I'm looking forward to a little relaxation. These first few days are always the toughest. I get tense. I hope you're a good dancer -- that relaxes me the most -- well, almost the most."

I took her arm and we went to the elevator. Her body seemed to touch me a lot. But not as much as it touched me after dinner when we danced on a crammed full, darkened dance floor. She just melted into my arms and pressed her body tightly against me -- her pussy riding my thigh. I fought it -- how would I tell Betty -- but I got an erection. She moved her body against me and discovered it -- and then she looked up at me and smiled.

"I feel the same way," she whispered, rubbing her body against my erection.

When we got back to her apartment it was no contest. I was sipping Glenlivet when she walked out of the bedroom. She had on the same spike heels but now she was wearing a thin -- almost see through -- negligee. Her nipples showed through the thin material -- big and erect - and I knew she had also removed her panties because I saw the outline of a ruddy triangle -- that thick hairy beaver.

She joined me on the couch and held up her glass. "A toast -- to a wonderful new friendship."

I drank the toast. Then she said, "Lets dance," and she was in my arms again.

I had a hard on and this time she reached down and repositioned it up against my belly and pushed her body against me to hold it there tightly between us.

"I like a man who knows what he wants," she said softly. "That kind of man usually gets it. Don't you think so?"

She looked up at me and smiled and then pulled my head down and kissed me hard. I felt her tongue work its way into my mouth and rub my tongue. My mind was working rapidly. Betty said to do what she wants -- but what does she want? Rough or gentle? Slow or aggressive? What the hell does this horny bitch want? Well, give it your best shot. Use your instincts and make a guess.

I put my hands on her shoulders and held her away from my body. Taking my time I looked her up and down.

"Why don't you take off that damn negligee so I can see what you look like?" I said it harshly, almost like a command.

It was just a guess but I hit the jackpot! The face of Miss aggressive businesswoman just melted instantly into Miss submissive lover. The negligee came off and she threw it on the floor and she posed for me and turned slowly for me to examine her body. Her hands were locked behind her head and her elbows thrown back to minimize any sag in those big beautiful breasts. She knew what made her look good.


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Her figure was almost perfect. Her breasts sagged only slightly and their milky white, smooth skin matched all the skin of her body. She obviously never ventured out into the sun, which kept her skin perfect. Her belly was not as taut and flat as Betty's but it had a sexy curve that would be fun to play with. Her bush was thick with curly brunet hair and she knew how to pose to show off a magnificent pair of legs. Her hose and garter belt were perfect to make her look more naked than naked.

I stepped back and admired her body. Then I began to slowly undress. I took my time and I could see hunger in her eyes as she watched me. I was gonna own this bitch for a few months -- Betty said fuck her -- I might as well enjoy myself. She would get tired of me -- it was short-term sex with her, not love -- but I would be well taken care of when she moved on to someone else. When I got naked my erection stood straight out proudly and she stared at it hungrily. I wasn't small.

I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. She kicked off her spike heels when I laid her on the bed. I lay down beside her and took control, which is what she clearly wanted. Kissing her mouth I moved on to her breasts and when her nipples got hard I moved to her belly -- my tongue tickling her all the way. I moved my face through that rich hairy beaver and when my tongue found her clit she moaned.

I explored her pussy with my tongue -- she was dripping wet -- and then I discovered a very sensitive spot next to her clit -- probably where she pressed her vibrator when she masturbated. My tongue drove her wild and I shoved three fingers into her dripping pussy to stimulate her more. It was only a matter of minutes until she started to cry out and her whole body started to tremble. Then I felt her pussy begin contracting on my fingers.

I held her and kissed her gently and caressed her body as she recovered from her orgasm. She looked up at me with an expression of ecstasy, as she rested from her exertions. Then she looked at me, submissively.

"What do you want me to do?" She said, breathing heavily, "Anything you want. Anything. Just tell me."

Dominant and assertive in the office -- submissive and obedient in bed. But I reminded myself again that this was just the way she liked her sex. She was still the cougar. She was still my boss. And I had damn well better remember that and deliver what she wanted. I'd better keep in mind that I was her cub.

I chuckled, and then gave an order. "Get on top, baby. I want to play with those big tits while you fuck me."

"You bastard! You're gonna make me do the work?"

I chuckled again. "Damn straight BB. You're gonna do the work! I work under you! Remember?"

"Damn it! You bastard! If I didn't want you so much -- need you so much - I'd kick your ass out." Clearly, it turned her on to be ordered around in bed!

She rolled over on top of me and grasping my cock she mounted me and shoved it in deep. Supporting herself on her arms she started to pump her ass causing those big beautiful tits to jiggle delightfully just above my face. I played with them as she worked up a sweat. She fucked me hard. Then before I was ready she began to groan and I felt her pussy contract in anther orgasm. I let her almost finish it and then, while she was still humping and groaning frantically, I rolled her off of me and onto her back.

"Spread your legs bitch -- I'm not finished with you yet."

I fucked her hard -- like a whore -- and she fucked back eagerly. I pumped my load in less than a minute. Then I collapsed on her sweating body and rested, as she moaned and whispered loving words in my ear. After a few minutes I rolled off of her and we lay side by side resting.

"Damn! You're good!" She said. "You got me hooked already Barry. I'm your bitch now. I'll do anything you want. Use me! Have your fun with me! Tell me what you like. I'll do it!"

I had to keep reminding myself not to forget that I'm the cub and she's my boss. This is the way she liked sex, but I still worked for her and I'd better do it right!

Then she got up. She took off her garter belt and pulled off her hose.

"They look sexy," she said, "but I feel better starkers. Darling, let me mix you another ******"

As she started for the bar I said one word. I said it like a command.

"Shoes!"

She stopped instantly. Then spun around quickly and bent over to put on her spike heels. "Oh baby, I'm sorry. I'm ... I'm really sorry. I won't forget next time."

She posed for me to look her over -- shoulders back to show off her tits. Then changed her pose to show off her long legs.

"You've got great tits, baby, and great legs. Now you can get me that *****. Walk slow and swish your ass a little." She smiled, obviously grateful, when I said it.

Watching a naked woman in spike heels swish off to bring you a ***** does wonders for your pecker. We lay in bed for a while, sipping Glenlivet. Then I looked at my watch.

"Forget the time baby. It's Friday. You got no place to go. We got all weekend." She said it sweetly -- but I knew it was an order. From my boss.

I didn't get back to my apartment till very early Monday morning -- barely time to ****, shower, and shave and get to work. I got a very strange look from Betty when I passed her in the hall at work. She was waiting for me that night. She had been crying. Her hair and make-up were a mess.

"You want to tell me about it?" Betty said as I entered her apartment.

I couldn't tell whether she was angry or hurt or jealous or what. It was probably a combination of all three -- and more.

"Well, I ... you see ... "

"You were there all weekend! You didn't answer your home phone! When did you go home?"

"About 6 AM this morning."

"You bastard! Why did you stay there?"

"I couldn't leave. She wouldn't let me. I even had to fuck her this morning before I left."

"You fucked her all weekend?"

"Yes."

"Tell me about it."

"You don't want to know!"

"I do want to know! Tell me!"

"I ... well ... we ... I don't know where to start."

"Start with Friday." Betty said, impatiently.

"We went to a great new restaurant. Best wine on the list. Expensive, but she picked up the check."

Betty almost sneered, "I told you she would! That bitch is renting your pecker."

"She had on a clingy very sexy dress that showed off her tits and when we danced she just melted her body against mine and rubbed her pussy on my leg."

"The bitch! And you got a hard on!"

"Well ... I was ... she ... "

"Never mind."

"Well ... when we got home, she went in the bedroom and put on a negligee. She left her pants and bra in the bedroom and wore only hose and garter belt under it plus her spike heels. The negligee was ... you know ... kinda ... see through."

"The bitch! The horny bitch! Did her tits sag?"

"A little, but not much. When she took off the negligee, she put her hands behind her head and held her elbows back. Then those big tits looked really great."

*****! They're bigger than mine. Those tits gave you another hard on didn't they?"

"Well ... ah ... she ... "

"That's what I thought. Horny bitch! So then what?"

"I could tell she wanted to be submissive. Wanted me to take the lead."

"You bastard! I know how well you can do that! I love you when you do it to me. What'd you make her do?"

"I carried her to bed ... "

"Just like you did me on our vacation to Frisco! You bastard! Then what?"

"I made her get on top so I could play with her tits."

"Bastard! Bitch! Just like with me! I don't know who to get mad at first."

"Well ... then I fucked her with my hands up like this to play...."

"You don't have to draw me a picture damn it!"

"Sorry," I said.

"That bitch has been fucking who knows how many guys for over a quarter of a century. I'll bet that pussy of hers was loose."

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I didn't answer.

"Was her pussy loose?"

"Well, you see ... she ... ah ... "

"Tell me you bastard! Was her pussy loose?"

"No. It was nice and tight. You see, she does kegels regularly -- you know those pussy exercises that build up muscles. She does them in her office at work. She was doing them today, sitting at her desk, and when I caught her doing kegels, she winked at me."

"Oh my God! The bitch! The horny bitch! She's still got a tight pussy?"

I hesitated, then, "Yes."

"As tight as mine?"

"Well ... ah ... well ... "

"The bitch!" Betty was screaming now.

It was a long night. Question after question pried out of me every detail of the weekend of sex from fucking her to eating her pussy. Betty didn't cry, she was beyond that. She was pissed. She was shouting. And when I told her that BB liked to take it up the ass she just yelled at me, like it was my fault.

Finally, I embraced her lovingly. "Do you want to go to bed?"

She shook her head. "I don't think we'd better. You're all fucked out and I'm all upset. If something ... you know ... didn't go right ... you know ... then things might get worse than they already are."

I held her close and kissed her cheek.

"When do you take her out again?" Betty asked.

"Wednesday. Same routine I guess -- but a different restaurant. She said we'd finish early. Said it was a workday. Wait till the weekend she said."

"The bitch!"

"I'll call and cancel if you tell me too."

"And get fired?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"You know what I want you to do!"

"Say it Betty. You gotta say it. We're gonna get married next year. I don't want any doubt in either of our heads about what's going on here. I'll cancel if you want me to."

A deep sigh, then, "Fuck the bitch. Fuck her like she wants."

Betty had gotten very upset as she pried the story out of me in every detail. Now she just sat there with a stoic expression on her face.

Finally she said with a chuckle, "I doubt if you're gonna be able to fuck me till that predatory bitch gives your pecker a rest."

I laughed, helplessly, and in a moment Betty joined me. "I don't think she gets tired of guys after two or three months. I think they just die off from the exhaustion of fucking her the way she likes."

Not every weekend was like the first. She eased off a bit, gradually, and each weekend became once or twice a night plus an occasional date to a top restaurant. Things just slowed down gradually. Betty was wrong. We got some good nights in after BB's lust level got a little lower.

Then after a little over two months the invitations stopped coming and I got a big raise. I saw BB "doing" lunch with a young guy from accounting.

One night in bed, several months later, I said, "You think you'll be fucking that way when you're forty five?"

Betty laughed. "It won't do you any good if I am -- you won't be able to keep up the pace when you're forty-five! That's probably why she uses young guys."

"By the way," I asked innocently, "who were the two gals you said were interested in bending over for me in the supply room?"

"You bastard! You're lucky I didn't cut that damn thing off when you were fucking BB! You damn well better be joking! I'm gonna patrol that damn supply room."

Betty was happy. We were fucking regularly again. We were making marriage plans. My relationship to BB at work did not change at all. Professional all the way -- except doing her kegels -- she still winked at me when I caught her at it, sitting at her desk.
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Our company was making money again. At least the west coast division was. It was because of the brilliant management of our new boss, BB Taylor. BB had been with us for a year and had been through four boyfriends. You see, BB is a cougar – a 45 year-old cougar, who could easily pass for thirty-two.

I had been her first cub after she took over and it was a real experience. She had fucked me hard, literally worn me out, for almost three months, during which time my fiancé, Betty, had fumed and fretted and suffered. It was Betty's only choice if I was to keep my job, because BB was known as "fuck 'em or fire 'em BB" and that's what she was. We'd already lost a young married guy who declined to service her.

BB was a superb executive, respected by the CEO and the Board of Directors. I had learned a lot about our business from her, working as her Assistant. A nice raise had helped Betty and me with our wedding plans and we had gotten married six months ago. My relationship to BB was now totally professional except for those few times she winked at me when I caught her doing her kegels sitting at her desk.

One evening as Betty was putting together my favorite meal, spaghetti and Chianti, the phone rang. It was Betty's good friend Bridget who had moved to the Delaware office two years ago.

After a brief hello-how-are-you, Betty listened intently and said "Oh my God!"

And then, "Oh my God," again.

"You just saw it on his desk?"

Betty looked at me with an excited smiled as she listened to Bridget.

"Oh my God!"

Then a minute later she said, "He won't say a word – not a word. I promise."

Betty hung up the phone and turned to me. "You deserve it! It's because you're good at what you do, not because you're a great fuck – although darling you are, of course, a really great fuck."

She had my attention. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Bridget was in the CEO's office delivering some stuff and she saw a letter on his desk from BB Taylor with your résumé attached."

"I know nothing about it," I said, not knowing why BB would send my name to the CEO.

"BB is recommending you for the Director's position replacing the guy in the east coast division," Betty said.

"She didn't mention it to me," I responded.

"Well, Bridget sneaked a look at the letter and that's what it was."

"I'm too young! Not even thirty yet!"

"BB moved up the ladder fast," Betty said. "Maybe she thinks you have the goods to do the same thing."

"Well, the CEO will never approve a guy my age for that job."

I was wrong. A week later BB called me into her office and gave me the news. She said she had not talked to me about it because she didn't want to disappoint me if the CEO didn't follow her recommendation.

"Abe is going to present you to the Board for their approval at their next meeting a week from now. The east coast division is still losing money. A lot! I have convinced Abe that you are just the guy to set them straight. Abe is a tough, hard-nosed CEO and the Board will listen to him. It's as good as a done deal. My secretary will set up the reservations and we'll fly out there next week."

That night when I told Betty what BB had said, she was thrilled about me getting a new high-paying job, but then she chewed on her knuckle. She always did that when she was worried.

"You and BB are making the trip together?" Betty asked.

I knew what she was thinking. She was remembering all those times I had fucked BB last year.

"Oh, I don't think that will be a problem," I said.

"BB hasn't had a boyfriend since she dropped that kid in marketing," Betty said, suspiciously. "She's gotta be horny as a fuckin mountain goat."

I thought a moment. "Would you like to go along with me?"

Betty nodded. "Yes, I most certainly would."

The next day I casually mentioned to BB that I might take Betty along. BB started to laugh.

"Your wife has a naughty mind. But I must confess, the thought had occurred to me. Sure. Bring her along. She needs to start meeting the top brass anyway. It will be good for her. Besides, I found out after we did our thing last year that you were engaged. I figure your wife must be a patient, tolerant woman. And smart too. Very smart! I need to get to know her better."

We traveled in style - first class seats in a new triple-7 and the finest suite at the Four Seasons. It did not escape my notice that the suite had a big living room and two bedrooms – one with an oversized king bed – I think they called it an "Emperor."

That night we had dinner at a small, but very expensive, French restaurant. It was the first time Betty had seen BB in anything other than a business suit.

"Jesus!" Betty whispered to me the first chance she got. "You told me about her figure and how she dressed that first night, but I had no idea – simply no idea! My God! She's irresistible! And she's forty-five fucking years old! I wonder what I'm gonna look like when I'm forty-five. No wonder you got a hard on dancing with her!"

Betty just kept admiring BB and shaking her head. Then she looked around the dimly lit restaurant and saw a small dance floor and some musicians.

"Oh ****! Double ****! She's gonna want you to dance with her. You bastard! You're gonna get another hard on just like you did before!"

Betty was whispering but BB was reading her mind. "They have very romantic music here - soft and lovely. And your husband is such a wonderful dancer."

I thought Betty might get mad at that. But she didn't. She just smiled and said, "We can both enjoy dancing with him."

Betty was dressed in a very sexy party dress and seemed to be in competition with BB for my attention. The meal lived up to our expectations and the wine, French of course, was superb. After dinner a bottle of sauterne appeared on our table. It was a Château d'Yquem and was delicious – always the best for BB.

When the violins began to play, BB held out her hand and I led her onto the dance floor. She molded her body to mine, just as she had done so many times last year, and even with my wife, just a few feet away, looking at us, I felt my cock start to get hard. This was the same sexy lady I had fucked for almost three months last year and those memories flashed through my head like a porn video.

BB reached down, casually, and positioned my erection up against my belly and pressed her body against it, rubbing erotically. Betty was watching the whole thing. After several minutes BB danced me over close to our table and, reaching out, took Betty by the hand and led her into my arms so Betty and I could dance.

Betty pressed against me and, feeling my erection, whispered in my ear, "I told you so! You horny bastard! But it sure as hell feels good against my belly."

I danced with Betty and BB for the better part of an hour with my sexual arousal growing every minute and my erection throbbing. Then BB led us out to the limo for the ride back to our hotel. When we got in the back seat, she positioned me in the middle and both gals stroked my hard cock through my pants as we drove through the dark streets. What happened when we got back to the suite was inevitable.

They stripped me down first and then they stripped themselves and I got into that "Emperor" sized bed with two, beautiful, naked women.

"He's been building up a load for hours," said BB. "He's got enough for an Old Faithful."

"What's an Old Faithful?" Betty asked.

"Just follow my lead and I'll show you," said BB.

They laid me on my back and head to head they began to use their tongues on my chest and belly. Betty delivered some of the sexiest kisses she had ever given me and rubbed her tits all over my face when she moved back down again to tickle my belly with her tongue. BB worked down to my cock and balls where her tongue teased my dick with short swirls.

I was so desperate to come that I tried to grab her head to keep it on my dick but BB held my arms and said, "Tease him, Betty. If we tease him long enough, he'll show us an Old Faithful like you've never seen before."

They just kept on teasing me. I couldn't take it much longer. I'd had this hard on for over an hour. My rock-hard cock started to ache and my balls felt like they were going to explode. Then BB licked her finger and shoved it up my ass and started massaging my prostate. That was more than I could take. I felt my juices rising up at the base of my cock.

"Here he comes!" BB shouted and started laughing. My balls pulled up hard and aching in my scrotum and my dick just stood straight up, quivering and throbbing and pulsating, and then I began violently pumping big globs of cum in never ending spurts, high into the air, while both of them laughed hysterically and competed to catch this bonanza in their mouths. It was the biggest load I had ever pumped in my life and it seemed like it would never end.

When it was finally over and my dick got limp and drippy, I just lay there, completely exhausted, while the girls giggled.

BB said to Betty, "That's the way you do an Old Faithful. The trick is not letting him touch his dick and not sucking it or stroking it. Just tease him with your tongue and don't let him come too soon. Then, when he can't stand it any longer, massage his prostate to bring him off. That's the technique that gives him a big, ecstatic orgasm that is so delayed he thinks he's never gonna come until he feels your finger on his prostate."

"Jesus," said Betty, "that was fun. Let's take him dancing tomorrow night and do it again."

"That's not a good idea," said BB. "It's too rough on his balls. You should have felt how hard they were – like rocks pulled up in his scrotum. I know they were aching – the pain was getting to him - what did we call that in high school? Oh yeah – blue balls. Remember? We used to tease a guy till he couldn't stand it any more and then we laughed at him when he had to jack off."

"We can't torment his balls that way two days in a row. Next time we do it I'll show you how to do his prostate."

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We three lay naked in bed with me in the middle, resting.

"You are a very lucky girl," said BB, talking to Betty across my chest. "Barry is a really great guy. Give him what he needs and don't screw it up. It will be too late to think about pumping your ass better when he's out fucking some little bitch who doesn't deserve him."

"I know how great he is," said Betty. "I'll take care of him. I just hope I can have a body like yours when I'm your age."

"You can if you work at it. Stay out of the sun – it kills your skin. Exercise your belly – that's the first to go. Don't gain an ounce on your thighs. And do your kegels! Do them every day – keep those pussy muscles strong. That keeps your pussy tight. Guys like a tight pussy. And always think about looking good for him."

Betty listened and nodded. This was not just good advice. It was advice from a forty-five year old who could pass for thirty-two. Betty was obviously gaining a new respect for BB.

"Walk around naked for him a lot. And wear your spikes when you do. He likes that. The first night I fucked him I got careless and started to walk away to mix him a ***** without wearing my spikes. He chewed me out. Told me to always wear my spikes and move my naked ass a little more like a slut when I walked. Good advice! I didn't forget it. Don't you forget it either! He deserves the best."

Betty listened. I thought she might get jealous when BB talked about fucking me, but she didn't. It was as though she figured BB knew as much about fucking as she did about running a business and Betty wanted to learn from her just as I had.

Betty and BB lay close to me, their naked bodies warm and soft. They talked about men and sex and orgasms and how difficult it was to find a really good man who could always please his woman. They laughed a lot. It was just as though I were not there listening to them talk.

I could tell that BB was getting more and more turned on lying next to me. She threw her leg over mine a moved her pussy up against my thigh. It was dripping wet. The bitch was really horny! Finally she looked at Betty with a kind of desperate look on her face.

Her voice was soft – almost pleading. "I need him Betty. I need him a lot. I haven't had a man in over a month. May I have him now?"

"Go ahead," said Betty. "You deserve him and maybe I can learn something."

BB moved down and started sucking my cock to get me hard. When I was erect she stroked it gently. Betty watched her closely.

"Jesus that's beautiful – big and beautiful. Oh God! Betty you don't know how lucky you are."

Then she mounted me and guided my cock into her. She began with slow, long strokes, leaning forward and supporting her body on her arms with her large breasts jiggling right over my face. I reached up to play with them and she moaned. It was just like the first time I fucked her. Cowboy had always been her favorite position.

Then her strokes got faster and harder until she was pounding me – her beaver slapping into my body rapidly. Sweat was dripping off her flopping tits onto my chest. She was working hard for her orgasm and her breathing became panting and then she began to grunt like an ****** as she approached her climax. Betty's eyes were frozen, staring at her face, watching as BB lost control completely.

BB began to tremble and then she collapsed on my body groaning and I felt her pussy start rhythmic, firm contractions on my cock. We had fucked this way many times before and I knew exactly what she wanted next – what always gave her a quick, second orgasm more powerful than her first.

I rolled her off of me roughly, and dominantly ordered her, "Spread your legs bitch! Spread 'em wide!"

Then I lifted her knees up to her shoulders, slammed my cock deep into her, and pounded her hard like I'd fuck a whore. It took less than a minute. It was exactly the same, every time I fucked her. I pumped my load deep into her and her second orgasm started.

She screamed, "Oh God! Yessss! Yessss! Use me! Take me! Anything you want!"

She was begging just like always as that big orgasm hit her and her strong pussy muscles contracted on my pumping cock. It was a long orgasm. Afterwards I stayed on top of her as we both panted for air and in a few moments, as she always did, she began to whimper and make soft helpless woman sounds.

Barely loud enough to hear she murmured, "Oh God I need it so! Use me any way you want! Whatever you want. Whenever you want it. I need it! Use me like your slut! Do it! Please use me!"

I looked over at Betty, only inches away from us, and she had a look of complete surprise and amazement on her face. I read her thoughts. She was wondering how could this powerful, dominant executive be reduced to such a weak, and helpless female - begging to be used – needing desperately to be used by a powerful man.

This was a part of BB's persona that I had never told Betty about. It was too embarrassing for me I suppose – like stripping BB naked for public ridicule. But Betty had seen it now and I could see that it had affected her deeply.

Both Betty and I pretended that we had seen nothing unusual – just a big orgasm. And BB did not pretend it was anything else. But I knew that Betty would never be jealous of BB again. She would profoundly respect BB's executive skills and envy her sexual knowledge and the perfection that she had retained in her physical body. But she would never envy that helpless need, only rarely fulfilled in BB's never-ending search for the lover of her dreams. Betty already had what BB could only dream of having.

The next morning I woke up with a hard on, laying between two, beautiful naked women. They giggled as four hands and two hot mouths made short work of it.

I lay in bed as they showered, remembering fucking Betty last night. BB had lubricated her finger and gone to work on my prostate saying that I needed a little something extra to get that third load out. Betty was always a good fuck, but last night was special somehow. She had pumped her ass like a slut and she made that familiar pussy feel new and especially user-friendly. I think BB was a good influence on her.

Just before noon, BB led us into a fancy boardroom filled with obviously important people. We met Abe, the CEO, and the members of the board plus a few of the big shareholders who often attended such meetings. BB, in a modest business suit, addressed the board, introducing me.

Then the fifteen minutes that might change my life. No slides. No notes. No microphone. It sounded like a casual review of proposed changes for the eastern division of our company. But there was nothing casual about it. BB and I had researched it very carefully, written it with precision, and I had memorized it with repeated deliveries to BB at the office and to Betty at home. There was something in it for every member of the board, and I looked directly at that member when I said what I knew he wanted to hear. It came off exactly as we had hoped.

After I finished, Abe thanked me. Betty and I left to return to the hotel. It was the first time we had been completely alone in two days.

"You were perfect," Betty said. "I know that speech as well as you do and you didn't miss a thing."

"They received it well," I said. "I could tell by their faces. Abe liked it. I don't know if you noticed it but, as we left, BB gave me a look that said I had done what she wanted."

Betty smiled. "I think you'll get the job, but either way I love you. I've got something BB doesn't have. I've got you. BB's right. I've got to be sure I never lose you. If there's ever anything I'm not doing right, you just tell me baby, and I'll fix it."

"I love you too darling and I think you are as close to perfect as a wife can get. Except ... well ... maybe you might work a little harder on your kegels."

Betty laughed, "You bastard! I knew you'd say that."

Then she looked serious for a moment. "BB's in love with you, you know that. You're the man she's been searching for, all these years. You are as smart in business as she is – just younger and less experienced. And making love? Making love you are the answer to all of her fantasies. But she knows that with the age difference and the way you love me, nothing could possibly come of her love for you except pain for all three of us."

I thought about that for a moment. "Maybe. Maybe she is in love with me, but I could never leave you."

"BB knows that too."

We were sitting in the suite when BB arrived several hours later. She had a big smile on her face.

"Congratulations Mr. Director," she said. "It was unanimous. You start in two weeks."

BB uncorked a bottle of Chablis and poured three glasses. We talked about moving to the east coast and where to live and how exciting it would be to start my new job.

Then BB said sadly, "Well, I guess we'll be headed back tomorrow."

There was a long pause and then Betty said, "Why don't we stay over and make it a long weekend. This is such a nice suite and that Emperor bed is really great. A few extra days would be very relaxing."

I looked at BB's face. Her mouth opened slightly and her breathing became heavier. It was obvious she was turning on, thinking about having several days of sex.

Betty saw the same thing in her face and smiled. "The board meets here every month and this is such a nice hotel. Why don't we make it a long weekend every month? What do you think about that BB?"

BB looked at Betty and, regaining some of her composure, she said, "You're a very confident wife. Not many wives would be so generous."

"It's not generosity," Betty said, with all the confidence in the world. "It's just common sense. I've got a lot to learn from you and so does Barry. Besides, I have nothing to worry about. I've got the key to your cookie jar."

Both ladies looked at me when Betty said "cookie jar."
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Then BB laughed. "And what a wonderful cookie jar he is – for both of us."

Betty laughed with her. Then BB got as serious as I had ever seen her.

"You saw what he did to me," said BB, softly, as though stripping her soul naked. "You're the only woman who has ever seen it. And damn few men have seen it. But Barry does that to me every time he fucks me. He reduces me to a helpless, whimpering, begging, little bitch. He could do anything to me – even slap me around if he wanted to and I'd take it. There's not a man in the world who'd dare try that with me, but Barry could."

She paused and looked down as though revealing her secrets had been difficult and humiliating.

"I'd do anything for him. He could even take a strap to my ass and I'd bend over and take it if it gave him pleasure."

"I wanted to take a strap to your ass last year when you were fucking him," said Betty. "I was so jealous that I couldn't stand it. I knew he enjoyed fucking you. He even said you were a great fuck. But he kept on loving me and he stayed with me."

"He stayed because he belongs to you. I know he'll never leave you," BB said, softly, with certainty. "But I still need him. You've seen how much I need him."

Betty nodded. "We both need him."

"You have to take care of him, you know," BB said. "You've seen the way some of the gals at the office look at him."

"I know," said Betty. "There are a couple of gals in accounting who can't keep their eyes off of him."

"I've seen them," chuckled BB. "Especially that little blond bitch who wears those tight miniskirts, showing off her ass. You've seen her?"

"Yeah, I've seen her," said Betty.

"She wears her skirts so tight you can see her panty line," said BB. "One day I saw her walk by me and follow Barry into the supply room. I couldn't see a panty line, so I think her panties were in her purse. I figured she was up to something, so I went into the supply room and started looking at file cards. That horny bitch kept bending over getting stuff out of a bottom file drawer, with her skirt riding up showing Barry her thighs and ass."

"She does have a nice ass," said Betty.

"Not as good as yours," said BB. "Anyway, I didn't know about you then and I had last fucked Barry on Monday morning and this was Friday. I figured he had a full load on board and I was looking forward to getting it that night. And here was this horny little bitch wanting to bend over and take it from him right there in the supply room."

"She probably would have too if you hadn't been in the room with them," said Betty.

"Yeah," BB nodded. "You can't blame him. A five-minute quickie in a closet to pump a load he'd been building up for the better part of a week. You just can't let a guy like this go that long without pussy, or at least a BJ."

They were talking about me as though I were not sitting there listening to every word. I didn't even remember the day in the supply room she was talking about.

"I don't remember that," I said.

BB laughed out loud. "He probably doesn't! That horny little bitch was trying to give him a hard on. I was scared shitless she was gonna steal a load I wanted to get that night. And this bastard was only thinking about finding the right file folder for his presentation that afternoon!"

"Anyway," BB continued, "I stayed there until Barry finished getting what he wanted and left the room. That bitch gave me a dirty look, like she figured I had kept her from getting into his pants. I'll bet that pussy was dripping! She came close to showing it to him. And she's not the only one who wanted him. Jesus, Betty, he's a great fuck. There'll be more bitches like that in the east coast office. I'm telling you Betty, you gotta take care of him."

Betty smiled. "We can both take care of him. Let's not go out to dinner tonight. Let's order in. Would you like that BB?"

BB's face went slack again – her sexual desire was obvious. "Can I have him now?"

"Let's see if he wants it," said Betty.

Betty unzipped my fly and found my cock was hard and standing at attention.

"I think he wants it."

BB dropped to her knees and grabbed my cock. "Look at this monster," she said. "Isn't it beautiful? "

"And he knows how to use it," said Betty.

BB sucked my cock for a few minutes and then got up and started taking off her business suit. She had a very sexy bra and garter belt underneath, but no panties. Her big curly haired beaver hid her pussy except for the tip of her clit, which was already getting hard.

I finished my glass of wine in a single swallow. I needed energy. I needed fluids. I was going to have more pussy than I could handle for a very long weekend. Some days you just get lucky.
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The Biker Bar


A few guys started calling it a "biker bar" but I hated that name. I didn't even like it called a bar. I had a pizza café with a nice bar. I served really great pizza. I had a good group of regular customers. Customers came from miles around, some in groups that had their special nights each week. The "Thursday night group" was about a dozen guys from a gated community further north. The "Monday night group" was a blue-collar bunch from our neighborhood. I had a nice quiet place, until some bikers showed up one Saturday night and just sorta took over.

I didn't think much of it until they came back a week later. They behaved themselves – not rowdy or loud, you understand. But they just had that look. You know, people were scared of them. I know I was sure scared. I served them, of course, and I was nice. But, I kept wishing they wouldn't come back. But they did. Every Saturday night for a month. And when they got there the other folks just left. Some saw the bikes outside and never came in. Some even left after they had placed their order, leaving money on the table to cover it. People were scared.

I knew, I just knew, that sooner or later something bad was gonna happen. I just didn't know what it would be. Well, it did. And it was worse than I could have imagined. It was another Saturday night like before and about a dozen bikers show up with a half dozen gals. They park their bikes in front and order pitchers of beer and a dozen of my special large pizzas. "Spread 'em out" they said, meaning not all at the same time. Like before, my regular customers paid up and left, or decided not to order and left, or put down some money to cover what they had ordered and left. Then there was just me and my cook and the bikers.

It started like the previous Saturday nights. But when it changed, it changed so fast it was hard to keep up with what was happening. I was back in the kitchen when it started. I heard some shouting and some breaking glass and some chairs falling on the floor and I ran back into the restaurant. It was all over by the time I got there. I looked around the room and I almost went into shock.

There were four bikers on the floor ***********. A couple more were laying on the floor holding their hands over ******** wounds in their arms. The rest were holding their hands in the air in the classic position of surrender. The gals were sitting there staring at the floor. Over a dozen guys, obviously bikers that I had never seen before, had taken over the room with chains in their hands or switchblades. And one had snub nose revolver.

I put the situation together in an instant. A rival biker gang had hit my place suddenly and knifed or chain-clobbered half the guys and cowered the rest. One guy seemed to be in charge. He walked over to me and started talking in a calm voice that had a lot of authority.

"Okay mister. You got nothing to worry about. Don't call anybody. If the cops show up you're dead. Keep on serving the pizza and beer, just like nothing has happened. We got somebody outside to discourage any customers. We'll be an hour or so, and then we'll be gone. You got that?"

I nodded. "I got it. I'm not gonna cause you any trouble."

I went back in the kitchen and told my cook what was happening and told him to keep cooking and not call anybody. There were two large pizzas ready to serve so I cut them into slices and took them out. The new biker gang had helped themselves to the beer and now they picked up slices of hot pizza from the two trays.

"Damn good pizza!" Said the boss biker, who was called Zack by the others. "You got more coming?"

"Yeah," I answered. "There'll be a couple every fifteen minutes or so."

I looked around. The intruders had tied up the other bikers using plastic ties on their hands and feet. Even the ones that were *********** were tied up. The guys with the knife wounds were off to the side in chairs with a couple of guards. One guy that I recognized as the boss of the gang that frequented my place was tied to one of the columns that ran down the center of the room. He was glaring back at his rivals, openly defiant.

"Where's his woman?" Zack asked. And a shapely biker gal, blond with prominent boobs was dragged from a chair to face him.

"You belong to Rex?" Zack asked.

She hawked up saliva from her throat and spit in his face. Zack wiped his face with the back of his hand and laughed. Then he walked around her looking her body up and down from both sides and nodding.

"Strip the bitch. Let's see what she's got."

She struggled but with three guys pulling and cutting and tearing her clothes off she had little chance. In no time at all she was down to panties and bra.

"Let me finish her," said Zack. He walked over to her taking out his switchblade and cutting the strap connecting the cups of her bra in front. As it fell away he cupped her very large, creamy white breasts in his hands and played with them.

"Nice tits," he said.

Rex struggled with the guys holding him against the column. "You filthy bastard," he shouted.

Zack casually turned and looked at Rex. "Spread his legs," he commanded and the guys holding him obeyed. When they spread his legs, Zack, without saying a word, walked over and kicked Rex in the groin with his booted foot. The pain must have been excruciating. Rex couldn't even cry out. He groaned, arms struggling to protect his testicles and he collapsed. He would have fallen to the floor but his arms tied to the column held him up. His face was contorted in agonizing pain.

Zack turned back to the girl. He took his switchblade and cut the thin straps of her bikini panties and jerked them off leaving her naked.

"Nice," he said looking at the naked girl. She stood proudly, shoulders back, tits standing out firm, flat belly, and thick hairy beaver.

"Fuck you! You bastard!" She shouted defiantly at Zack.

"No honey, it's the other way round. We're gonna fuck you. I'm gonna let the boys loosen you up before I take my turn. You'll be a little more tame and a little bit sore when I fuck you."

He turned and started giving orders. "Take care of those ******** – I don't want anybody dead that doesn't have to be. Make sure the others are tied up tight – I don't want anybody to get loose and cause trouble. Tell Lenny outside that nobody comes in here."

Then he turned to the five girls sitting there. "Okay gals. Listen up. You can stay with your guys or go with us. Your choice. We can always take on a few extra bitches. Rex's boys are finished anyway and we'll probably pick up a couple of them before very long, maybe even tonight. You wanna ride with us, just get outside with Lenny. You really don't wanna see what's gonna happen in here."

Three of the girls got up and walked outside. The other two stayed where they were for a moment and then, pointing to two of the wounded guys, they got up and walked over to help bandage their wounds.

"You found a place?" Zack asked one of the guys that had been holding Rex's girl Patti.

"Yeah," the guy answered. "We put some pads from the seats on the floor in back."

"Okay guys take her back there and fuck her. I want her well used and tame when I dip my wick. Now lets take care of this asshole Rex."

Zack walked over to where Rex was tied to the pillar. He was hanging by his arms almost on the floor, his face covered with sweat and he was obviously in severe pain from the hard kick Zack had delivered to his testicles.

"Get him on his feet. Tie him if you have to. I want him standing up when I do it. Cut his clothes off him. I want the bastard naked. He's caused me enough trouble over the past couple of years and I'm gonna fix him so he'll be harmless in the future."

His men followed his orders and trussed Rex up in a standing position, tied securely to the column. Then they began to cut off his clothing. In minutes he was standing there naked. He was a muscular young man with a hairy chest and he stood proudly looking defiantly at his captor, in spite of his obvious pain.

The cook brought out anther couple of pizzas and I put them in reach of the bikers. Then I filled some more pitchers with beer. When I went to the back of the restaurant I saw a small group of guys surrounding a couple, fucking on the floor. Some pads from bench seats were arranged on the floor and one of the guys was fucking Patti and several were standing around watching and waiting their turn. She must have resisted at first because her face was bruised and ********, but now she just laid there and took it.

When I looked down at her, one of the guys turned to me. "This is the third guy. I'm next. She's quit fighting now. She's just laying there. Must have been good pussy once. She's really built. Jeeze! Look at those tits. The boss wants her well used when he fucks her. She's Rex's woman and Rex has been a lot of trouble for Zack."

I felt sorry for this poor girl. But I told myself she was a biker girl, not some innocent virgin. She chose this life. When I went back to the main room Zack was taunting Rex. Laughing at him. Then he reached down and grabbed his testicles. Standing eye to eye with him he started to squeeze. Rex seemed determined not to show pain. His face was frozen in a determined look of hate for his tormentor and he was gritting his teeth. But I knew he had no chance – no chance at all. Zack squeezed him slowly ever tighter and I could see Rex tremble as he tried to control his pain, which must have been intolerable. I could see the pride – the defiance, but I knew he would lose and when he did, Zack would laugh at him.

The scream, when it came, was horrible. Rex had held out as long as he could but the end was inevitable. He gasped for air and screamed and collapsed into ***********ness, held up only by the plastic ties that bound him to the column.

"I have waited a long time to hear that scream," said Zack. "Tough man. Yeah, a big tough man. But, did you hear that scream? Now I'm gonna hear him beg. I want to hear the bastard beg. Wake him up!"

One of the guys picked up a pitcher of beer and poured the full pitcher on the *********** Rex. He slapped him in the face a few times and then they lifted him up and tied him more securely in a standing position. Rex looked frantically around the room, as if looking for help, but then stared at Zack once more and that look of hatred and defiance returned to his face.

Zack laughed. Then he reached down again, slowly, and grabbed Rex's testicles and started to squeeze. Rex met his eyes. Still defiant. "Fuck you!" He said.

"You got it wrong. Just like your bitch. Patti is the one gettin' fucked. We're gang banging her now and when my boys are finished with her I'm gonna fuck her myself. After I finish with your balls, I'm gonna fuck your woman. But first, I'm gonna squeeze your balls and make you beg."

Turning to his guys he said, "When he begs, I'll stop and let him rest a while. Now watch the bastard beg."

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He didn't beg. And Zack just kept squeezing his testicles harder. He didn't hold out as long as before. The pain must have been unbearable and he screamed again. It was the same horrible scream of pain and anguish, but his bindings prevented his collapse. His head dropped on his chest, as blessed *************** brought relief. Zack let go of his testicles and smiled. He motioned to a guy with a pitcher of beer who threw the beer in Rex's face and slapped him back to consciousness.

"I've got all night. He's gonna beg." Zack looked Rex directly in the eye. "You're gonna beg you bastard. I'm gonna hear you beg."

I felt guilty somehow, watching what was happening but I couldn't tear myself away. I knew that Rex would break, sooner or later. This was agonizing pain that no human being could possibly tolerate. He would break. He had to break. Incredibly Rex tolerated the pain a third time. But this time only briefly. Again he was awakened with beer thrown into his face.

The next time Zack took hold of Rex's testicles he finally broke down, babbling incoherently, whimpering, and begging him to stop. Saying "please" and anything else he could think of to avoid that pain again. It was pathetic. Pitiful. But it was the inevitable outcome.

"God, I wanted to hear that. I been wantin' to hear that bastard beg me. And he did! I oughta cut his balls off, but I won't. Okay guys. Squeeze 'em a little – have your fun with him. Hey Buddy – you go first – remember that beating he gave you."

The guy who had been throwing beer in Rex's face set the pitcher down and walked up to Rex, a look of hate on his face. He reached down and grabbed Rex's swollen testicles and when Rex started babbling and begging he just kept on squeezing until the horrendous pain caused Rex to collapse *********** again. All the guys were laughing and taking turns punishing him. By now, the slightest touch to his swollen testicles caused him to scream.

Zack watched a few minutes. "That gal of his has had her last fuck from this bastard for while. His balls are gonna be in a sling for a long time. And he's not gonna be mounting a bike any time soon. His boys will be gone by the time he can." He laughed.

The cook brought out more pizza for the bikers. Jesus, I thought. I'll never forget this night. The bikers were ******** beer and eating pizza and laughing at the most ungodly, insufferable torment I have ever seen. Patti in the back must be on her tenth biker by now and I'm watching this whole disgusting thing live.

Zack was laughing softly, watching what his guys were doing to Rex. Rex was standing there tied to the column, hanging there would be a better description, head down, helpless awaiting his captors will. His defiance was gone. His pride was gone. He was begging and whimpering constantly. He was hoarse from screaming. His testicles were swollen to more than twice their normal size, and so exquisitely sensitive to even the slightest touch that torturing him was easy. His enemies were laughing at his helplessness.

"Looks like he's about ready for it now," Zack said. "Cut him down and take him over to that table. Buddy, you want to do him?"

They cut the plastic ties holding Rex and carried him over to a table, kicking the chairs away. Throwing him onto the table on his belly, they used plastic ties to bind his arms to the table on one side and spread his legs and bound them to two table legs on the other. When he was spread-eagled and helpless Zack watched as Budy opened a bottle of beer and dumped the contents on the floor. Then he stepped up to Rex he began to twist the mouth of the bottle into Rex's anus, slowly working it in deeper.

"Way to go Buddy," said Zack. "Shove it up his ass."

I watched in horror as the bottle was gradually pushed into Rex deeper and deeper until the thick part of the bottle began to stretch his anus wide. I thought that Rex was beyond the point of feeling more pain, but he began a hoarse grunting and as the full thickness of the bottle entered his anus he screamed hoarsely and frantically moved his body in a futile effort to escape. When almost the entire bottle had been shoved into him, Buddy stepped back and walked around to look at Rex's pain racked face – distorted now beyond recognition.

"Cut his guys loose and get 'em over here," said Zack. "I want 'em to look at the guy they thought was a real tough boss."

When this was done and Rex's bikers surrounded their helpless boss, Zack said, "Any of you guys want to quit this bum and work for me, I'll take you on."

Then laughing he said, "Anybody else want to shove something up his ass just go right ahead. Hell, you can fuck him if you want to! I'm gonna go back there and fuck his bitch. She ought to be about ready for it now."

The cook waved his hand to get my attention and I walked over to the bar. He asked me if he should start some more pizza and I told him I thought our guests would be departing shortly. I was right. In a few minutes Zack returned from the back zipping up his fly, followed by two of his bikers who had the naked Patti supported between them barely conscious, with a large amount of ****** seminal fluid dripping down both thighs to below her knees.

Zack gave orders to get both groups of bikers organized and out of the restaurant. They cut Rex's bindings and two bikers with his arms around their shoulders carried him out front, naked and semiconscious, ***** dripping from his anus and running down his legs. Some of the gals were going to drive with wounded guys on the back of their bikes. Before I realized what was happening I was standing there alone with Zack, listening to the bikes drive off outside.

"You'll probably want to call the cops," Zack said, "but don't do it right away. After an hour or so. You understand? Okay?"

I nodded. I had had my fill of bikers and I was not going to piss this guy off. With any luck my Saturday night regulars were not going to be disturbed by bikers in the future. Only an hour, but the whole thing seemed surrealistic – like a horrible nightmare. But it was over now.

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The Slut Procedure


The blonde took the helping hand of the security officer and stepped out of the limo. Laura looked absolutely stunning in a pair of tight jeans, made specifically for her well maintained body. They sat low on her hips, ensuring that any man who stopped to admire her ass would be treated to the occasional glimpse of her tiny pink thong.

She was twenty-one years old and looked like an almost identical copy of her trophy-wife ******, except for her slightly smaller chest. Laura's C cup breasts, though smaller than her ********, were presented wonderfully by a lacy white push up bra under a well fitted white blouse that accentuated her cleavage.

Had her ****** not chosen to have breast enlargement surgery years ago they might have been confused for sisters.

Laura gave her bodyguard a smile and then turned to enter the very busy mall.

Today she was planning to do some damage. She had just gotten into a fight with her ****** over a party she wanted to have on his private yacht. He had the audacity to refuse her request and a loud argument had ensued.

Finally he had grown tired and dismissed her with a wave of his hand. She knew at this point there was nothing she could do to change his mind. Furious she stormed out of his office. It was at this point that one of her ******'s golden retrievers had the unfortunate luck to have been ******** in the hall.

Enraged Laura gave it a swift kick, causing the ****** to yelp and then whine as it struggled to get away as fast as it could. Her ****** heard the commotion and quickly realized what she'd done.

"That's it! You ungrateful bitch. I'm taking away your convertible!"

Laura stormed out of the house and called for one of her ******'s cars to take her to the mall.

She was determined to make sure his credit card statement communicated her displeasure. She stopped in one store after another. Her ******'s security team followed behind at a respectable distance.

She had already managed to accumulate over $7,000 in purchases in just under an hour when she came across her favourite lingerie store. Her attention was immediately captured by a silk night gown. She found her size and made her way to the back of the store to try it on.

Laura admired herself in the mirror; it was a perfect fit and playfully accentuated her tight ass and firm chest. She took it off hesitantly; the silk had felt fantastic on her naked nipples. She redressed and checked her outfit in the mirror before opening the door.

The dressing room area seemed oddly empty. There were no sales associates folding clothes or standing by to assist her. In fact the small hallway was empty except for a man in his early twenties sitting on a bench flipping through a copy of Cosmopolitan magazine.

Laura gathered the night gown under her arm and headed for the front of the store. Her path took her past the man sitting on the bench. He stood and smiled at her as she approached. She thought nothing of it until he reached out to block her way.

She stopped in her tracks and raised her eyes to meet his. He was now staring at her coldly.

"Trust me, this isn't a very smart move." She snapped at him. She tilted her head to the side and placed a hand on her hip.

He slowly pulled a gun from the waistband of his pants and gestured towards the emergency exit.

"We'll see about that."

Laura's eyes searched desperately for her security team as he roughly led her toward the exit. She was sure that they'd be all over him once the door alarm sounded.

Her hopes crashed when she noticed that the emergency door had been propped open already and the alarm disabled. He pushed her through the door into a loading dock. She gasped as she noticed the motionless uniformed body of one of her ******'s guards on the floor.

She didn't have much time to look as the man hustled her to the loading gate. She decided that it would be a good time to negotiate with her captor. Her ****** was a wealthy man, she was sure they could work something out. She was about to turn to speak to the man when she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head -- then, her world went black.

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Laura was roughly lifted out of the van by a pair of strong hands. She tried to scream but her cries were muffled by the gag firmly attached between her lips. Her small body was thrown easily over the shoulder of her captor, the sudden contact between her ribs and his broad shoulders knocked the wind from her lungs and she gasped desperately for air.

The hood made it impossible to tell what time of day it was but Laura guessed that it was quite early in the morning as the air was cool and damp. She shivered, her long smooth legs were covered in goose bumps and her nipples responded by becoming hard.

Adrenalin coursed through her arteries providing some relief from the throbbing pain spreading through her chest.

Her captor carried her down a staircase into a warmer room before unceremoniously dumping her on the ground. She struggled hopelessly and painfully against the bonds as her captor's steps retreated from the room and he closed the noisy metal door behind him.

Laura struggled for half an hour after he left, desperately hoping to loosen one of her restraints. Exhausted, and wrapped in darkness by the heavy hood, she eventually fell into a light *****.

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The door's noisy hinges woke Laura. She had no idea how long she had been asleep; her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps entering the room. She lay silently, shuddering in fear as the steps approached her prone body and stopped. Laura held her breath.

She could hear the fabric of his pants creasing as he crouched down in front of her. Slowly he untied the rope and removed the hood covering her head.

Laura's eyes blinked rapidly as she struggled to adjust to the bright fluorescent lights in the room. A few inches away crouched a man in his early thirties, not the same man from the store. His hair was kept in a military cut giving him a menacing appearance. Under normal circumstances Laura might have found his deep green eyes and firm jaw handsome. He evaluated her with an almost clinical stare before allowing his eyes to meet her own.

"I'm going to remove the gag now." He spoke very slowly and calmly. "If you start screaming, I'll knock you out. Do you understand?"

Laura believed he would hurt her. She nodded her head in understanding.

He reached behind her and loosened the gag until she could push it out of her mouth with her tongue. Then he used his strong arms to lift her upper body and prop it against the wall, so that she was sitting facing him.

Wordlessly he then stood up and left the room. He didn't close the door behind him and Laura briefly considered her options for escape. Her wrists and ankles were still bound tightly. She could scream, but she still believed that if she made a noise the man would return and make good on his threat.

He entered the room again a few moments later carrying a small tray; he set it down on the floor beside her. Laura glanced over and couldn't help becoming excited at the sight of the food, just a few pieces of fruit, an energy ***** and what looked like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She had no idea how long she had slept but she was starving.

He drew a knife from his belt and readjusted himself so that he could access her arms. He jammed the cold steel blade against her wrists and quickly sawed through the cable tie.

"Eat your food and don't do anything stupid."

Laura nodded and rubbed her sore wrists. He left the room again and Laura took the opportunity to quickly eat the food. It wasn't the gourmet fare she was accustomed to, but it hit the spot. Once the tray was empty except for the well picked pit of an apple, Laura's thoughts returned again to escape.

She used her freed hands to examine her ankles. The cable tie was so tight that it was digging into her skin and reducing her circulation. The man had not left any cutlery with her meal so she had no way of cutting the tie, and it would be impossible to slide the cable over her feet - it was too tight.

The man re-entered the room, Laura withdrew her hands from her ankles as if they'd been burnt. If he had noticed, he didn't give her any indication. He walked toward her and she noticed he had brought a digital camera with him.

Saying nothing, he stopped a few feet away from her and began to take pictures. First of her body propped against the wall, and later zooming in on her face. Confused Laura sat silently, staring back at the camera with a stricken look.

Finally he stopped and reviewed the pictures he'd taken on the camera's small screen. Apparently satisfied he turned off the camera and left the room. He re-entered the room only a moment later and walked quickly towards her. Laura raised her hands to cover her face, fearing he was about to strike her, she felt a sharp sting in her bicep.

Panicked she quickly shifted her attention to her arm, which to her horror had been stuck with a large needle. He very quickly pushed the plunger releasing a bluish liquid from the syringe into her ***********.

Laura's face turned to his eyes, pleading for information. He said nothing and expertly pulled the needle from her arm.

Laura covered the wound with her hand, her brain flooded her body with adrenalin, ***** pounded in her ears. She felt herself growing dizzy, her breathing harder to control, then darkness. Her eyes slowly closed and her body slumped limply against the wall.

The man disposed of the empty needle in a bin outside the door then returned to check on the girl. Her breathing had slowed but her pulse felt strong. She was ***********, the **** having taken affect quickly.

He roughly removed the sandals from her feet and then set to work cutting the cable tie from her ankles, the restraint left a bruise that would fade in time. Next he cut the fitted white blouse, wasting no time on the buttons. It took several cuts but he managed to remove it without cutting her skin.

Then he turned his attention to her jeans. He first unbuttoned the crotch to allow for more space to insert his knife between her smooth skin and the denim. In a few quick motions he split one of the legs allowing him to easily pull her leg out. It didn't take long to similarly slice the other side.

Laura sat *********** now before him in only her lacy push up bra and a small pink thong that covered only the bottom half of her landing strip. He pulled the thong's elastic waist band roughly towards him before severing it with the sharp blade.

He was more careful with the bra but in a few moments it joined the rest of her destroyed clothing on the floor.

He stood to admire his work. She was definitely a hot piece of ass, he very briefly considered using her body quickly for his own release, but then he remembered what happened to the last guy who had spoiled the boss' merchandise. He gently picked up the naked young woman and carried her out of the room and down the hall.

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"They stormed the warehouse. Adams and Michaels are dead. McIntyre took the jeep and broke through the perimeter but we haven't heard from him yet. S.W.A.T. is still crawling all over the place."

"Thank for the update... Give me a call if you hear from McIntyre, or if there are any other developments." Edward hung up the phone. He was surprised by the old man's stupidity. Of course he wouldn't have had his hostage at the drop off point. And no intelligent criminal would ever send men to pick up the cash who knew the real whereabouts of the hostage.

It was very stupid and it would cost the young woman her life. Well at least the life that she recognized.

Picking up the phone Edward dialled the number for the safe house.

"Hello?"

"Hello Frank." Edward spoke calmly.

"Yes sir?"

"The police were all over the drop. Take the girl to the lab and leave her there."

"Yes sir."

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Robert woke from his nap to the sound of the buzzer ringing. He sat up abruptly in his seat and swivelled to face the security monitors on his desk. Edward had called and told him to expect a delivery. The truck at the front gate looked like Frank's truck.

He used a joystick device to zoom and focus the night vision camera until he could confirm that Frank was driving, and that he was alone in the front of the truck. Robert reached for the switch that would open the exterior gate to the compound.

The truck idled while Frank waited for the gates to open completely before driving inside. The gates began to close behind him as soon as he drove past.

The truck pulled into a large garage before coming to a stop. Frank stepped out of the vehicle and waited patiently until Robert appeared at a door nearby.

"Got a present for me do you?" Robert strode towards the man, grinning from ear to ear.

"She belongs to Edward until you deposit the payment." He responded stoically.

"Yes, yes I know. You knew what I meant." Robert's face fell into a scowl.

Both men turned and walked to the back of the truck. Frank pulled a key from his jacket and unlocked the compartment, pushing the sliding door up to reveal Laura's barely conscious form.

She was naked but wrapped in a warm blanket and lay on the floor of the truck. Her movements were slow and suppressed by the effects of the ****.

"You fetch her and I'll grab a chair." Robert turned to collect a wheelchair from a corner of the garage. Frank climbed into the container and gathered the small woman in his arms before jumping from the truck.

Robert manoeuvred the chair while Frank carefully placed her inside.

Satisfied that the ******* woman was secure in the seat, Frank turned to Robert.

"Think you can handle it from here?"

"How much does she weigh?" Robert asked.

"Not much, maybe 115lbs?"

"No worries, I can handle that."

Frank nodded his head and climbed back into the truck. The engine sputtered to life and he backed it out of the garage and back into the dark night.

Robert watched the truck disappear down the driveway and pressed a button to open the gate for him. He pressed the button again to close it once Frank and his truck had safely disappeared.

He turned to Laura lying motionless in the wheelchair.

"Well then, let's get started with you then shall we?"

Laura's body was incapable of responding. Robert swung around behind her and pushed the wheelchair deeper into the building.

It took several minutes to navigate the various hallways of the facility before they arrived in a large room filled with equipment. At the centre of the room was a large contoured medical table surrounded by mechanical machines and computers.

With a little bit of struggling Robert managed to pick up Laura's limp body and place it atop the table. He pulled the blanket from her frame and threw it over the wheelchair.

A quick jab with a syringe and she was again knocked completely ***********.

Laura now lay naked on top of the table. Robert was busy moving around her body attaching various cuffs and wires. After several minutes she was completely restrained by her wrists ankles, hips and forehead. Monitoring sensors had been affixed to her chest and above her heart.

Robert took a step back to admire his latest acquisition. She was quite beautiful and in fantastic shape.

Robert began to very thoroughly measure the prone body on the table; carefully writing down each measurement on his notepad until he was satisfied he had all of the metrics he would need.

Robert traded the notepad for a piece of equipment on a nearby desk, it resembled a large syringe but instead of a repository for administering a fluid the hammer was actually a mass off complicated electrical equipment. The plunger was itself a USB port.

Robert spent several moments sterilizing the needle with an anti-septic solution before approaching Laura from behind.

This was the hard part. Robert had gotten better with each attempt, but even after years of practice, seven out of every ten subjects didn't survive. He took a deep breath and then slowly inserted the needle in the soft area where the spinal column meets the skull. The needle penetrated her cerebellum.

It was at this point that he had to be careful not to insert the needle too deeply. Robert stopped and held his breath. Her heart monitor was elevated and her breathing had increased, but so far the connection seemed like a success. She was still alive. He breathed a sigh of relief. Robert hated getting rid of bodies.

He placed the needle into a mount that would ensure that it did not move and cause any damage. Then carefully he attached a cord to the USB connection on the end of the device.

Satisfied that the connection was secure he moved to the computer equipment in the corner of the lab. Robert took a seat in front of the monitor and quickly typed in his access codes.

The monitors came to life and illuminated his face with a soft glow. Robert glanced again at her vital sign monitors while he waited for his custom built application to load. Her body's stress levels seemed elevated but well within the limits he'd established for success in the past.

The program now fully loaded, Robert painstakingly reviewed the settings. He grinned to himself as he entered her measurements from the notepad and adjusted the program values until he was finally satisfied with the results. Robert paused to take a deep breath and then dramatically pressed the button to launch the program.

The equipment in the lab hummed to life. Energy pulsed through the components as the system began to calibrate and interpret the commands from the software program. The first of many electric pulses shot through the connection between the computer's bio-interfacing system and the needle in Laura's brain, eliminating or over-writing twenty-one years of experiences and memories.

Everything that was Laura, with the exception of her physical shell, was being systematically modified based on the parameters Robert had decided upon in his program.

She wasn't the first by far. Robert had improved the procedure over dozens of attempts. Some of which had been fantastic successes. There was still much he didn't understand but by now most of the major problems had been worked out.

Satisfied that the first part of the procedure was well underway, Robert pressed a few keys to authorize the next step. She was an absolutely gorgeous woman, but for this experiment he was looking for growth.

Another piece of equipment in the ceiling flickered to life. Slowly two mechanical arms descended to the table stopping just two inches from her chest. The machinery spent several moments calibrating, then two needles slowly emerged from the mechanical arms, each hovering over a breast.

Slowly the machine descended, the needles slipped gently through the flesh of the *********** woman. The machine stopped for several minutes before coming back to life and beginning to pump a yellowish substance into each breast.

Its job complete, the machinery retreated from the table, the needles slipped from the *********** woman's breasts. As they slipped out small drops of the fluid leaked from the holes in her chest.

Robert walked over and carefully wiped the fluid from her breasts and dabbed the needle holes with an anti-septic cloth before returning to the program monitor. He yawned and glanced at the ETA clock. It read four hours and forty eight minutes left in the cycle.

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It was already late so he slipped out of the lab and climbed the stairs to his bedroom. He set his alarm clock for four and a half hours and allowed himself to fall a*****.

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The police detective sat nervously on the rich leather sofa.

He took a deep breath before speaking.

"I'm sorry, but she wasn't there." He slowly raised his eyes to meet the furious glance of the man across the table.

"What do you mean she wasn't there?"

"When we stormed the building they put up a fight, we had to **** two of the men in self-defence. A third escaped capture in a jeep but we're confident that the girl wasn't in the vehicle with him."

The man began to pace the room slowly before stopping in front of the large glass window. He was staring at his well tended back-yard but his mind was busy considering his options. His attention was drawn to one of his personal uniformed security team members patrolling by the pool with an automatic weapon.

He turned back to the detective.

"What now?"

"We have units all over the city searching for the third man who escaped."

"Well then I won't keep you. Please call me as soon as you have any new developments."

He dismissed the police detective with his hand. One of his men escorted the officer out of his personal office. He returned to his desk and stared again at the pictures the ********** had sent of his ********. She looked frightened, her ankles bound with a cable tie.

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Robert was startled awake by the alarm. He groaned slightly and wiped the ***** from his eyes. He rolled into a sitting position and stretched. The nap had done him a world of good. He pulled his clothes on and made his way down to the lab.

When he walked in he was happy to find that the woman was still alive. He'd lost a few of the subjects in the past during this stage. The woman's vital signs were slightly elevated but well within the limits of the experiment.

He padded over to his computer system, and found that there were four minutes left on the timer. He picked up a few anti-septic wipes from a bin and made his way over to the table.

The injections seemed to be working well. He was very proud of the formula a mix of activated hormones and fluid with cellular acceleration properties. It had the effect of stimulating controlled natural growth in a localized area.

The body's natural tissue would replicate in the area until the fluid reserve had been exhausted. It had all kinds of potentially useful applications, from treating burn victims to repairing organs. Robert however, had found that it was a perfect way to increase breast size quickly and relatively safely. He said 'relatively' because there had been a few accidents in the past, until he managed to get the formula just right.

Robert took the opportunity to clean up some of the fluid that had leaked from the needle punctures through the night. Her breasts had already grown from a C cup to a large D. His eyes wandered across her naked body and he found his cock starting to stir already.

He grinned as he realized she wasn't a natural blonde. A closer inspection of her head revealed that her brown roots had already started to show.

A loud beep signalled that her program had been completed. Robert returned to the computer and executed the disconnection commands before returning to the table and circling around the back.

He very, very cautiously removed the insertion equipment from its stand and slowly extracted the needle from the back of her brain stem. Robert held his breath as he watched her vital sign monitors for the slightest sign of trouble.

After several seconds without her vital signs crashing he breathed a deep sigh of relief and placed the needle in a bowl beside the table. He picked up an anti-septic wipe and gently cleaned the area where the needle had entered her brain.

He smiled at the still *********** body on the table in front of him. Things were going splendidly. He strode over to the vital monitoring system controls and carefully disabled them before returning to her body and removing the sensors from her chest.

Then he expertly removed the restraints from her *********** frame. Once the last of the cuffs had been removed he fetched the wheelchair from the corner. He gathered his strength and then lifted her limp figure off the table and carefully deposited her in the chair.

Robert checked her arms and legs to make sure none of them would drag on the floor before taking hold of the chair's handles and guiding it slowly out of the room. He pushed her along a long narrow hallway until he arrived in front of a non-descript door.

He rooted through his pockets and produced a small card. He swiped it down the security reader and the door unlocked with a click. Robert held the door open with one hand so it wouldn't swing closed, and manoeuvred the wheelchair through with his other hand.

The door opened into a short hallway which led to a small room with bed against one of the walls. There were two doors off the hallway, one leading to a full-sized bathroom, the other a small closet. In many respects it was similar to a simple hotel room, without the television and extra furniture.

Robert wheeled the woman down the hall and stopped next to the bed. He circled around to the front and then lifted her awkwardly from the chair with a grunt. Her limp body made moving her difficult, so he simply plopped her down on top of the mattress. He took a short break before grabbing her by the arms and dragging her further up the bed so that her head had a pillow.

Satisfied, he collected the wheelchair and left the room. The door closed behind him with a loud click.

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Edward climbed into the passenger cabin and found Frank already seated.

"Good to see you Frank, I trust everything went smoothly?"

"Yes sir."

"Any complaints from Robert?" Edward asked with an arched eyebrow. Frank was his most trusted lieutenant but he was a big man and he'd been known to leave a bruise here and there.

"None at all. In fact he deposited payment for the girl into our Swiss account half an hour ago." Frank grinned. His first facial expression since Edward had boarded the plane.

"Well that's better than nothing I suppose. Has there been any sign of McIntyre?"

"Yes he contacted us yesterday; he's made it over the border safely."

"Excellent. Now it's time to get out of here. That crazy old man won't be happy if he finds us. How soon can we take off?"

"Now that you're onboard, any moment sir."

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Robert was busy making calls in his office when he noticed the girl wake up on his video monitors. He watched as she gently stretched and then sat up in the bed. He grinned as she began to slowly examine herself, he knew that she would be confused -- her memory having been erased, but he knew her new programming was already beginning to kick in.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up carefully. Robert knew that her body was going to be unsteady for a few minutes while it adjusted to the larger breasts on her chest. Of course the girl didn't notice the larger breasts, because she had no memory of ever having smaller ones.

She carefully stood and made her way to the bathroom. Robert smiled; the program appeared to be working perfectly.

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The old man's limousine sped quickly towards the airfield. His personal security team had managed to find a leak in Edward's organization. He'd received information just an hour ago that Edward would be escaping the country tonight.

His team had uncovered a jet registered to a shell company controlled by Edward that was fuelling at a hangar nearby. The old man had ordered his team to intercept that jet, and Edward, before it could get off the ground. He hadn't bothered calling the police, they'd proven useless so far and he wanted to be able to employ his own interrogation techniques once they'd captured him.

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Robert swiped his card through the security reader and the door unlocked with a click. It had been two hours since the woman had woken up. This is the moment of truth, he thought to himself. He pulled the door open and allowed himself a smile.

The program was a success.

Upon hearing the door open the woman approached. Her hips swung sensually from side to side. She expertly navigated the hallway in a pair of white patent-leather four inch heels. Her legs were encased from her toes to the top of her thighs in a pair of white fishnet stockings.

The stockings were held up by a white lace garter belt that clung tightly to her waist and perfectly framed her naked pussy. Her small pink lips glistened, her mound was completely shaven. It had been her first instinct after waking up. Her landing strip had instantly disgusted her and she'd gone straight to the bathroom to shave her pussy smooth.

Her new breasts sat proudly on top of her chest, supported but not covered by a tight white leather corset. The straps on the side of the corset had been difficult to tighten but she had managed. After shaving herself and taking a shower she had explored the room and found the closet. It was full of several outfits, but she had decided on the white leather.

Robert was pleased. He loved this part of the process. The program defined a new preference in each girl's brain to wear clothes that would allow those around them to instantly understand that they were fuck toys -- but the program didn't define what those clothes were. The closet was always well stocked with various outfits and it was a pleasure to see which one they picked.

By this time she had crossed the room in her tall heels. The program taught her that whenever she was presenting herself to a man or woman in control she should respond in a certain way.

She slowly bent her knees until her tight ass hovered above her shoes, then she spread her legs so that he could see her moist slit. She arched her back, presenting her breasts and pushing them forward. She crossed her arms behind her back. Her eyes rose to meet his and evaluate whether or not he was pleased.

She understood that pleasing men and women was her purpose, and as far as her brain was aware, it had always been her purpose. It did not bother her that she could remember nothing before waking up a few hours ago, it simply didn't trouble her. She was happy. He looked pleased and she could clearly see the bulge growing in his pants. Her own arousal was dripping from her slit and slowly flowing down to her ass. Her clit throbbed and her jaw ached to open and accept his cock.

"What is your name?" He asked with a sly grin.

She was confused for a moment. The answer did not quickly come to her. She struggled for a moment and then responded tentatively.

"I'm a fuck toy."
He grinned at her. "Yes, that's very good. But your name isn't fuck toy."
Her smile faded and she gave him a confused look.
"You are a fuck toy. That is what you are but is not your name."
She processed the information and accepted it.
"I am a fuck toy. I'm here to be used by you."
"That's very good. You exist to be used by anyone you belong to. Do you understand?"
She nodded. "Yes, I understand."
"Your name," he continued, "is Delta 16. But few will ever call you by a name."
She was filled with a sense of understanding. She remembered her name Delta 16. It made sense to her now and seemed familiar.
In reality she had never heard the name Delta 16 before, it was simply the experiment version number Robert had assigned to her in the programming. Nevertheless her name sounded like a familiar memory and she bonded with it immediately.
"Look here fuck slut." Robert woke her from her contemplation and her eyes rose again to meet his. He stood in the doorway with a camera, the shutter clicked several times, he stopped and scowled at her.
"Pose for me. I want some good pictures."
she was eager to please. She redoubled her efforts to thrust her naked breasts forward, her mouth opened slightly to reveal her small pink tongue and she slowly moistened her lips as she looked into the camera lens.
Her legs drifted further apart providing an unobstructed view of her leaking slit. She uncrossed her arms and gently cupped her right breast. Her fingers tugged and flicked her nipple.
Her left arm fell between her legs, first spreading her lips obscenely while he took pictures, and then slowly circling her clit as it peaked out from her hood. She moaned deeply as she wobbled on her heels.
Her arousal building she stared deeply into the camera and bit her lower lip. Her swollen pussy lips grew slippery and she abandoned her futile attempt to keep them spread and instead drove a finger deep into her cunt. It felt tight and the sensation made her shudder.
Her eyes closed to tiny slits as she felt the pleasure pulse through her pussy. The throbbing between her legs became distracting and she found it difficult to maintain her balance on the tall heels. She allowed herself to fall backwards onto her back.
Overcome with desire she focused intensely on rubbing her sensitive clit. Her moans began to fill the room. Her other hand abandoned her breasts, both of which were rising and falling quickly with every breath. She allowed it to snake under her back until she found the crevice of her tight ass.
She dug her heels into the floor and raised her ass off the floor, thrusting her pussy and the hand vigorously fucking her slit into the air. Her other hand quickly thrust further down and she invaded her tight ass with a curled finger.
Her eyes shot open and her body shuddered as her body exploded in orgasm. Her pussy spasmed and her tight ass clenched expelling the rogue finger. Exhausted her hips slowly lowered to the floor, shaking uncontrollably with aftershocks.
Her hand returned to her mound and explored between her legs. Then smiling sensually at the camera she raised her wet fingers and sucked her girl cum from her fingers. She made several more trips between her cunt and her tongue before Robert put down the camera.
"Very good." Robert's voice was tinged with lust. "Come here my little fuck toy."
She responded perfectly. Quickly she rolled over and raised herself to her knees. She looked exquisite as she crawled the few feet towards him. Her naked ass shone from the cream that had leaked from her pussy. Her large tits hung lewdly and bounced as her hips swayed seductively from side to side.
Her eyes were locked on his own, determined to please him. She stopped a foot away and waited for his instruction.
He slowly lowered his zipper and extracted his throbbing hard cock. Her eyes fell from his and locked on his big dick. She subconsciously licked her lips. Her cunt began to leak again, this time dripping quickly down her thighs.
"Tonight you're going to be my little cum slut. Do you understand?"
She nodded her acquiescence. She knew the term well; it was a fundamental part of her programming. Her mouth began to water at the mere mention of her name. She had many names, Delta 16, fuck toy and now cum slut. She understood them all.
She allowed herself to rise to her knees. Her mouth hovered just inches from his throbbing shaft and she breathed in his scent. Her eyes closed to tiny slits again as her mind processed the smell of his organ, causing her to drool.
Then, she slowly opened her mouth and sucked in the tip. He moaned in response. Encouraged she used her tongue to gently explore the underside of his head. She tasted his precum as she circled his slit with her tongue. His hips began to sway slightly and she took that as a hint to take him deeper. She opened wider and allowed his shaft to slide further into her mouth.
With her right hand she cupped his balls, allowing his sack to rest in her palm. She Released his dick from her mouth and grasped it with her other hand. She pressed his cock against his stomach before slowly licking down his shaft and bathed his balls with her tongue.
He lowered himself to lay on the floor and spread his legs to give her better access. She hovered over his cock as she playfully pleasured his scrotum. Her breasts hung from her chest and dragged sensually against his thighs.
She moved from his sack back to his shaft and took him deeply into her mouth again. Her tongue pressed against the bottom of his shaft. It throbbed in her mouth growing ever bigger as more and more ***** filled his organ.
Then she released it from her mouth and trailed down his shaft again with her tongue. She returned her focus to licking his balls, her head bent and ass in the air. This time however she didn't stop and moved still lower bathing his sensitive taint with her tongue and creeping closer and closer to his back hole.
Her own cunt was throbbing for attention. Reaching back with her right hand she buried two fingers deep into her slit and began to curl them back and forth stimulating her tight pussy. She moaned, releasing a blast of warm air between his legs. He moaned appreciatively.
Then she continued her journey, he shuddered as her wet pink tongue found his ass hole and licked thoroughly around the rim. He clenched his ass in anticipation before she pushed against his muscle with her tongue, wiggling until it released and she was able to push inside. He let out a deep moan and roughly took hold of her blonde hair.
Encouraged by his response she alternated between pushing into his dark hole and licking around the rim. Her other hand, the one not feverishly fucking her pussy, curled up and grabbed his cock tightly. He was startled for a moment and then relaxed as she pumped his shaft up and down while she continued lick around his rim.
She continued the pace for what seemed like a blissful eternity. Whenever she felt his cock beginning to stiffen, she would loosen her grip to prolong his ecstasy, all the while she continued to bathe his ass with her tongue.
"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum."
She darted back when she heard him began to scream and quickly sucked his throbbing cock back into her mouth. She sealed her lips around the shaft and then began to powerfully suck on the head while using her hand to pump him over the edge.
His body tensed and he held his breath before exploding in her mouth. His thick cum shot out and coated the back of her throat. Her gag-reflex removed by the program, she simply continued pumping his shaft and hungrily swallowed his seed.
Shot after shot poured into her mouth, mixing with her own saliva. She moaned and sucked the last of his cream from his pulsing cum slit. Satisfied that she had taken his entire load she released the head of his cock and stopped pumping his now sensitive shaft.
Then she turned to the job of cleaning him. She gently licked his cock as it slowly began to shrink. He pet her blonde head as it searched his crotch for any cum that might have escaped.
"Good little cum slut," he panted. "How did that taste?"
She looked at him hungrily. "It tasted good." She moaned. Her fingers were still lodged deep in her slit.
He smiled at her, he knew that now that she'd gotten a taste for cum that she would crave it. Her programming was responding perfectly. He slowly climbed to his feet and stuffed his dick back into his pants.
It was already growing hard again, in no small part because she had repositioned herself so that he could watch as she fucked herself with her fingers. Her large breasts rose and fell with every shallow breath she took as she guided herself towards another orgasm.
He picked up the camera and swiped his key through the security reader. She seemed disappointed to see him go, but she made no effort to remove her fingers from her cunt.
He took a deep breath after the door had closed and turned his attention to the camera screen. He quickly reviewed the pictures and smiled. Once he got these uploaded to the auction site he knew the bidding would go through the roof.
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Once he got these uploaded to the auction site he knew the bidding would go through the roof.

He shifted his cock in his pants so that it was in a more comfortable location and headed back to his office.

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The plane slowly emerged from the hangar and sat on the tarmac as the pilots began their pre-flight diagnostics. Suddenly they felt a jolt, and glanced at each other.

"What was that?"

"I don't have any idea."

They scanned the controls before looking out the cockpit window. A black hummer had pulled up quickly and parked in front of the plane's front tire.

"What the fuck?"

Minutes later the plane's passenger door burst open and heavily armed men dressed in black and carrying automatic assault rifles flooded inside. The team swept the aircraft expertly, the passenger cabin was empty.

Moments later the pilot's emerged from the cockpit and were thrown roughly to the floor.

"Where is your boss?" One of the commandos spoke tersely.

"We have no idea! We were just asked to take the plane for a three hour flight and then return to the airfield."

The commando swore and then motioned for the men to remove the pilots from the plane. He turned and made a phone call.

"Yes sir, Edward isn't here and neither is Laura. The plane was a decoy."
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He woke from a deep ***** to the sensation of soft lips licking his shaft. She was busy between his legs bathing his morning wood with her tongue. Noticing he was now awake she became more aggressive and took his deep into her mouth.

Robert moaned and opened his eyes. Her head covered in blond hair bobbed up and down between his legs. He loved waking up to the feeling of one of his girls worshiping his cock. He was tempted to keep this one, but cleared that thought from his mind. There would be others and this one had attracted a particularly high price.

He raised himself up onto his elbows to get a better view. Her naked body was sprawled over the soft sheets at the bottom of the bed. Sensing his movement, she slowed for a moment and brushed her blond hair from her face so that she could stare into his eyes.

He moaned appreciatively. She looked incredibly hot as his dick sunk deep into her mouth. He watched her as she worked tirelessly to please him. Her mouth felt fantastic on his cock and he was attempted to allow her to suck him to climax, but he had other ideas.

"You're a good little cum slut." She redoubled her efforts at the sound of his voice.

"Get onto your hand and knees." He spoke authoritatively. She responded to his command immediately. His dick slipped from her mouth and she whimpered in disappointment.

She scrambled to her hands and knees. Her eyes, filled with need, glanced back and forth between his face and his cock. She licked her lips and shifted and waited for his next instruction.

Robert laughed to himself. Her desire to drain the cum from his cock was overcome only by her need to obey. He maneuvered himself around the bed by walking on his knees. She remained still, her large breasts hung wantonly from her chest, her ass thrust into the air, her legs parted to reveal her dripping sex.

He stopped and ran a hand down her back. She inhaled sharply and purred as his fingers traced down her spine and down the crack of her ass. He stopped and gently massaged her ass hole. She moaned in response and shifted her posture to raise her ass further.

He continued, his finger gently caressing the smooth flesh between her ass and pussy until his fingers became slick with the moistness leaking from her excited slit. He gently stroked her outer lips until they were slick with her cream.

Then he pushed inside her with a single finger. She moaned in response. He gently curled his digit inside her, caressing the slick walls of her hot hole. Then he withdrew. A short pause and then he added a second finger, pushing it deep inside her tight young cunt.

She shuddered and then slowly began to move. She repositioned herself by allowing her knees to push further apart; lowering her body. Like a bitch in heat she thrust her hips back against his fingers in an attempt to drive them deeper into her sopping cunt.

Robert watched her lewd display with satisfaction. Her young body was responding exceptionally to her new programming.

He pulled his fingers from her pussy with a pop. She moaned in disappointment and her tight hole opened and closed ************* searching for his fingers. Robert repositioned himself behind her.

Sensing her movement she turned her head to see what Robert was up to. Her eyes slit and she let out an aroused moan as she saw him move behind her, his cock in his hand. She lowered her chest further burying her face into the bed and presenting her ass and cunt to him.

He smiled and slowly dragged his throbbing cock back and forth over her slit. She moaned as the thick ridges of his cock stimulated her clit. Her juices coated his shaft. Then he maneuvered it inside her dripping hole.

She squealed as his shaft filled her tiny cunt and began to stretch her. He moaned as he felt the hot walls of her pussy squeeze his cock. She was incredibly tight and it was clear that she likely not been fucked much, if at all before.

He grinned at the thought of transforming such an innocent cunt into a wanton slut. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her panting. She was making every effort to take his cock deeper into her wet folds. Her hips rocked back and forth allowing his shaft to slip further and further inside her.

Robert could feel the cum beginning to boil in his balls. The thought of filling her young cunt with his load was appealing but he had other plans in mind. He thrust hard and suddenly into her eliciting a scream. Then withdrew completely.

Her pussy felt empty and she moaned in disappointment. She rocked her hips back and forth to encourage him to put his cock back inside her. He smiled but repositioned himself. She froze as she felt the tip of his cock push gently against her ass.

She hesitated for a moment before the programming kicked in and she pushed her ass back against his dick. He laughed and retreated slightly confusing her.

"Yes I'm going to fuck your ass, but you're going to have to beg for it."

His command flicked a switch in her brain. She had been quiet all morning, but now that she was commanded to speak she accepted the role of whore with enthusiasm.

"I want you in my ass so bad baby." She cooed. She twisted her head so that she could stare into his eyes as he gently pressed the head of his cock against her back door.

"Fuck my tight ass, please? I want to feel your thick cock deep inside my slutty little ass. I want to fuck me hard and fill my ass with your warm cum."

Robert grinned. She was perfect. He allowed himself to push forward. She groaned as she felt his dick begin to push into her tight hole and relaxed her muscles to offer as little resistance as possible. After a few moments the head of his cock disappeared inside.

Her muscles immediately reengaged and began to pull his cock deeper into her hot ass.

"That's it baby, go deeper into my tight ass." She was panting now.

He moaned and pushed harder. She thrust her hips back to drive him further inside her.

"Please, go deeper, fuck me deeper baby."

"Call me master." He commanded. Without a pause she responded.

"Yes master, fuck me deeper, this ass belongs to you."

Finally he felt the base of his cock pressing against her asshole. His entire length was embedded deep inside her. He began to thrust in and out of her hole with short thrusts. His balls swung and slapped against her wet cunt.

He grunted and pushed himself harder into her ass.

"I want you to cum for me you little slut, play with your clit."

"Yes master, little slave will play with her tight little clit and cum for you."

She shifted her weight to support herself with her shoulder and snaked her left hand back to explore her dripping cunt. She first gathered the cream leaking from her slit before spreading it across her clit. Then, she began to stroke it quickly back and forth.

"Ooo," she moaned. "You feel so good in my tight little ass master. I'm going to cum for you soon."

Robert increased his pace. The wanton fuck toy in front of him whimpered and moaned as she brought herself ever closer to release while simultaneously driving her ass back against his shaft with every fuck.

He could feel her ass muscles clenching his cock whenever it withdrew and relaxing when he pushed back in. She gently stroked his balls with her fingers as she rubbed her clit whenever he bottomed out inside her ass.

"Master I'm cumming. Your cum slut is going to cum for you...." She moaned her release and her body began to thrash. The muscles in her ass grabbed hold of his cock with a death grip, drawing him deeper inside her.

He felt his seed begin its escape from his balls and quickly withdrew from her ass with a loud pop. She groaned as cold air flooded her stretched ass. She shuddered with the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm. He glanced down and admired his handiwork, her tight ass gaped open. Her fingers still worked furiously on her clit.

Sensing how close he was she turned and stared into his eyes. She was waiting for a command.

"Get over here, I want to cum all over your face."

She moved instantly to fulfill his command. She turned quickly to face him and then rolled onto her back. Her face now positioned beneath his shaft as he jerked it back and forth quickly. His sack hung less than an inch from her mouth.

Her little pink tongue darted out to lick the sensitive skin holding his balls. He moaned he relaxed and she began to lick in earnest.

"Cum on my face master. Cum all over your little cum slut's face."

He groaned and unable to hold it back any longer aimed his slit directly at her face.

His cock erupted shooting a large load of thick cream all over her mouth. She opened her lips and accepted much of the second blast directly onto her tongue. Her lips were coated in a semen gloss and it ran down her cheeks. He unloaded several more blasts before he felt empty.

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Satisfied he closed his eyes and raised his face to the ceiling. He breathed deeply, his heart rate returning to normal. He felt her soft pink tongue dart out and began to lick this underside of his shaft. He readjusted himself so that she could take his cock into her mouth and clean the cum still leaking from his slit with her tongue.

He glanced down and grinned as he watched her cum glazed face working to lovingly clean his cock. The same cock that only moment before had been lodged deep inside her ass.

Satisfied that his cock was clean, she turned her attention to the cum on her face. She carefully used her fingers to guide the cream between her lips and swallowed every drop. Once she was clean she focused again on the shaft above her, she began to lick his balls again.

His cock twitched and was beginning to feel sensitive. He motioned for her to stop. She seemed disappointed but stopped immediately at his command. He rolled off the bed and onto his feet. He wrapped himself in his robe and turned toward the bed.

She had propped herself up in a sitting position. She absentmindedly stroked a finger up and down her slit while she waited for him to speak.

"That was very good." He smiled at her.

She cooed with contentment. She stroked her cunt faster for him and spread wider so he could see that she was making her sex available to him again.

He shook his head. She was tireless. The buyer for this one was getting a fantastic deal. He checked his watch. Her new owners would be here in six hours. He felt a little sad to be getting rid of this one so soon but he knew there would be others.

"Clean yourself up but don't get dressed," he commanded. "I'll be back with your outfit. We need to get you ready for your new home."

She nodded her understanding. She did not seem sad to learn that she would be leaving him, just eager to please him by completing his command.

He turned to leave and swiped his card through the security reader. The door unlocked with a click. Behind him he could hear the shower come to life.

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The helicopter gently touched down at a luxurious estate just outside of La Cruz, Mexico. An armed man approached the helicopter and opened the door and deployed the retractable steps.

Edward stepped out of the cabin followed by Frank. Edward greeted the armed man warmly in Spanish, and then turned to face Frank again.

"Welcome to Mexico," he grinned.

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Robert sat impatiently at the bank of monitors. His eyes nervously alternated back and forth between the clock and the surveillance video of the front gate. He glanced at the monitor in the girl's room. She was busy slipping into the outfit that he had dropped off half an hour ago. The buyer had specifically requested it.

Finally a van arrived at the gate. He took a deep breath and used the camera controls to zoom in on the cab. There were two men, he recognized the buyer sitting in the passenger seat and the driver as the man's assistant.

Next he switched on the thermal camera. Both bodies and the engine glowed warmly. The exhaust pipe, tires and brakes also shone through but there was no sign of anyone hiding in the back.

Satisfied he opened the gate. He waited for the van to pull through and then pressed the button to close it. He took a deep breath and walked downstairs to the delivery bay to meet his guests.

The van rolled to a stop and both men stepped out. They approached Robert warmly and shook his hand.

"Well good evening Robert," the client spoke with a British accent.

"It's good to see you again James." Robert returned the greeting. "Do you have big plans for this one?"

"I think I'll keep this one just for me actually." The client James replied with a chuckle. "You do such fantastic work that I'm always sad when I have to part with them."

"I completely understand," Robert smiled. "I considered keeping this one too."

"Well I'm glad you decided to part with her." James grinned.

They stood for a few moments until James glanced at his assistant. Todd, go fetch the payment. The assistant returned quickly to the van and returned with a laptop.

All three men moved to a table in the corner of the garage.

"If you would enter your account number here sir, we can begin the transfer." Todd turned the computer screen to face Robert. The banking application showed the source account number, no doubt one of dozens of James' offshore shell accounts, the amount to be transferred, and a blank box where Robert was to enter his own shell account.

He quickly entered the account number and pushed the computer back to Todd. He clicked a few keys and then turned the computer to face Robert again.

"All done then." Todd spoke. Robert noticed the transfer was 100% complete. A moment later his phone beeped. An email message had arrived confirming the transfer.

"Great then," Robert smiled. "I'll go fetch her for you."

James and Todd took a seat by the table. Robert walked quickly to a secured door at the rear of the garage. He swiped his card through the security reader, it unlocked with a click. He swung it open and made his way quickly down the hall, passed the lab to the girl's room.

Another swipe of the card and he opened the door.

The girl was ready and waiting for him. She was crouched in the position her programming told her to greet men with. Her ass hovered just inches above her feet which were covered in black latex platform boots with six inch heels. The boots did not actually end and were part of a full body latex suit which covered her from the tips of her toes all the way up to the top of her neck.

A peanut shaped hole was cut out from the tight suit allowing easy access to her cunt and ass and two other holes allowed for her breasts to hang exposed. The suit fit perfectly accentuating every curve of her body.

The outfit made her look even sluttier than had she been standing naked. The strategically placed holes left no mistake the suit was designed to expose, not cover the young woman. It would be obvious to anyone who saw her that she was a toy to be used.

He motioned to her to rise to her feet. She stood still as he inspected her. Her hair hung was gathered into a ponytail and fill down her back covering the suit's seam. Her pussy was smooth and he confirmed it by gently stroking her mound.

Her asshole was still red from their earlier adventure. He slit was swollen with arousal and he could already detect moisture forming on her lips. Her new breasts hung proudly from her tiny frame, both nipples erect. She moaned as he rolled them between his fingers.

When he was satisfied he swiped his card through the security reader, opened the door and commanded she follow him.

It took several minutes to navigate the hallway. The tall heels were not designed for walking any distance. Her hips swayed seductively as she moved down the hall, her chest thrust forward, her balance had improved.

Robert swiped his card and opened the door to the garage. He beckoned that she should step through first. Hesitantly she stepped into the garage and he followed. The door swung shut behind them.

James and Todd turned as they entered, and then stood to approach. He smiled warmly.

"Robert, she's fantastic!"

Sensing that this man was her new owner, she returned to her crouching position. She spread her knees obscenely exposing her now dripping slit, she thrust her breasts forward and arched her back presenting herself to this new man.

He was very pleased.

"Absolutely beautiful Robert." He beamed at her.

"She's worth every penny." Robert replied with a smile.

"We'll see about that!" James grinned and set to work opening his fly. He pulled his semi-hard cock out and held it in his hand. "Come now slut, suck it."

Her mouth began to water at the sight of the quickly hardening dick in front of her. She shuffled forward on her heels and opened her mouth the accept the tip of his cock. Immediately her soft pink tongue snaked out to lap at his cum slit.

James began to moan immediately. She could feel the ***** pumping through the veins of his shaft as it filled with *****. She allowed her tongue to gently stroke the underside of his shaft and took the head of his cock deeper into her mouth. She moaned sending a fantastic sensation through his cock.

James took control, grabbing her blond ponytail at the base he used it to control her pace. She felt him pushing further and further into her throat. She opened her jaws wider to accommodate his growing cock. She expertly sealed her lips around his shaft.

"You're one hot little cum slut aren't you?" James moaned.

She allowed his cock to slide out of her mouth for a moment while she replied.

"I'm your hot little cum slut, master." Then, she sucked his cock back down her throat. She raised her right hand to take hold of James' cock grasping it at the base she began to pump his shaft. Her left hand explored her own wet slit.

Her encased fingers felt strange on her clit. Her moisture clung to the latex and became slippery quickly. Her fingers quickly pumped in and out of her tight cunt.

James was thrusting aggressively into her warm mouth. His eyes were glued to the sight of his cock disappearing past her wet lips. She raised her eyes to meet his. He could see the powerful need to please him in the way she looked at him.

Unable to hold out any longer he let out a deep moan and shot his first load into her mouth. She pulled back sharply so that his cum would land on her small pink tongue instead of hitting the back of her throat. He spasmed twice more, adding to the pool of cream before pulling his cock from her tight lips and spurting twice more atop her naked breasts. He pulled back finally exhausted.

Still sitting on her heels with her fingers buried in her cunt she opened her mouth and showed him the cum he had deposited there.

James smiled. "Very good. You may swallow slut."

She took a deep gulp and shuddered as she felt his warm cream slide down her throat.

"Thank you master."

She pulled her slutty fingers from her cunt and used both hands to gather the cum that had fallen on her chest. She roughly massaged it into her large tits and purred for him.

"Has your little cum slut pleased you master? I want to be a good fuck toy for you."

James grinned and then motioned that she should stand.

"Yes, you tight little cunt. You have certainly pleased me. Come along."

He beckoned to the van where Todd was standing and then turned to Robert.

"You've done a great job with this one."

"Thanks," Robert replied. Both men were busy watching as the latex-encased woman swung her hips seductively as she made her way to the van. Todd gave her a hand stepping into the back before closing the door.
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Robert followed James to the van. James turned as he stepped into the cab.

"Pleasure doing business with you Robert. Give me a call when you've got another for me." He winked.

Robert watched the van speed down the driveway and pushed the button to open the gate and then close it behind them. He turned and headed for the lab, already he had some ideas for refining the program.

His emotions were mixed. She'd been a beautiful girl and he'd considered keeping her. On the other hand, he'd just received ten times what he paid for the girl. A fantastic return on investment for three days work.
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Neighbor's Wife is a Teacher

Adrian became an empty nester overnight. Both of her ********* left home for the first time. One had graduated from a local college and went to another state for her first job. The other got married and moved out. Adrian's home became ********* for the first time in 24 years.

I live next door to Adrian. One evening I went out to check my mailbox just as she was getting something out of her car.

"Wow just 2 cars in your driveway." I said.

"Don't remind me," She replied.

"Sorry," I said as I wandered over towards her.

"Stay there, I'm not dressed." She was wearing a short little knit nightgown with spaghetti straps.

"Feeling a little lonely?" I asked.

"I'll say." She replied.

"I know. You don't realize how much of your life is spent catering to your kids' needs until they're gone." I told her that when our ******** left home it was hard for me to deal with it. While the responsibilities were not necessarily fun, they did occupy all your time. It takes time to replace the requirements of parenthood with adult activities.

"What did you do?" she asked. It had been years and years for me; my only ******** was over 40 and had a family of her own. "How did you cope?" she asked.

"I turned to what I enjoyed," I said.

"Well what did you enjoy enough to get rid of this emptiness?"

"The truth is I became pretty much of a pest to Janet. She was the one who spent all her free time taking care of our ******** but I was the one that needed something to replace the void."

"Like what?" she asked.

"I became demanding," I said and I blushed uncomfortably.

"I don't understand."

"I drove Janet crazy with demands."

"What kind of demands?"

I could feel myself blushing, "If you must know, it was mostly sex," I blurted.

"I wish I had that problem. Rick almost never wants sex, even now that we are finally alone in the house he just wants to watch TV or play that damn guitar of his. I could walk in stark naked and he would still just keep strumming that god damned guitar."

I started blushing even more and looked down at the sidewalk.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you," she said, "you brought up sex."

"You didn't embarrass me. I'm just trying not to be too obvious about staring at you in that sexy gown. I can tell you that if you were naked I would be strumming something wood but it wouldn't be a guitar," I had stepped up closer to her and I was boldly studying her body.

Now it was her turn to blush. She punched my arm and said, "You are wicked...I like that in a man."

"Oh my god, look at you," I almost drooled. "You are just too sexy for words. I can't imagine how Rick keeps his hands off you?"

"Wow, that felt pretty nice," she said blushing. "Now let me get my packages and go inside before I say something I will regret."

With that she reached into the car, as she bent over to get her packages she exposed her ass and her sexy panty covered cunt. I couldn't stop myself. I placed my hand firmly on her inner thigh up high with my thumb on her ass. Adrian froze and my heart started pounding. I slid my fingers to her cunt. It was hot. I slowly rubbed it and she still didn't move. I felt for her swollen clit and then tickled it with my fingertips, very lightly. Then I slid my thumb under her panties and pressed it against her bare asshole. She started breathing very heavily. It didn't take long for her to climax and collapse onto the car seat.

"Go...just go." She gasped. And I went home sporting a boner.

Several days past before I saw her again. I ran into her, literally ran into her, in Costco. She was in front of me in the exit line and without realizing it I ran my shopping cart into the back of her foot.

"Sorry!" I said before I even realized who it was.

She turned around abruptly; ready to read someone the riot act. When she saw it was me she blushed and said, "Oh Ron, that's OK it didn't hurt."

She turned back around and we proceeded to the door in uncomfortable silence. After we got outside I offered to help her put her packages into her car. "I don't know," she quipped. "I remember what you did when I took packages out." That broke the tension.

"I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have done that...but you are so sexy, I couldn't stop myself."

"I knew I was baiting you when I reached into the car. I'm sorry. I'm glad you did what you did but I don't know how to act now. I didn't mean to start something."

"Please don't be embarrassed or think that I expect anything more. It happened, we're both glad, now it's over and let's not let it change things."

"Oh thank you. But I've got to say that it was so naughty and exciting that I have thought about it almost constantly since it happened."

"Me too. Truth is I've masturbated over it every day."

"Stop it. You're making me tingle again."

We had reached her car and were putting stuff in so I stepped up and pressed my crotch against her and said, "And feel what you're doing to me."

I made my hard dick twitch against her hip. She looked wickedly into my eyes and reached down and touched me.

"Oh my, this is too much for me. I want do bad things with you."

I touched her breast, twitched my dick in her hand and said, "And I want to do bad things to you."

Adrian squeezed my dick and said, "Where?"

"Is Rick home?"

"No he's at work."

"We can leave my car here and I will ride in the back of your car and you pull into your garage. No one will know."

On the drive home I asked her if she had thought about what might occupy her free time. She said that after our little tryst the only activities she could think about were sexual in nature and too taboo to act on.

"What type of activities?" I asked.

"I'm too embarrasses to tell you."

"We are going to do something pretty taboo so tell me and perhaps we can fulfill your desire."

"I sometimes imagine that I tease one of my high school students and he gets so worked up that he looses control."

"Well you are getting your old neighbor so worked up that he is about to loose control...so why not try your plan on me?"

"Oh I couldn't...or maybe I could...that might be fun." She paused then said, "When we get to my house stay in the garage for ten minutes then come in and pretend that you are a student coming for private tutoring."

Ten minutes took forever. When I went into the house I called out "Mrs. Hale, it's Ronnie. I'm here for my lesson. Where are you?"

"Back here, in the office." She called out.

When I entered her office I found a very teacherly Adrian holding a clipboard.

"Ronnie, I know you are smart enough to get A's in my class, but you don't pay attention. You seem to be off in another world during class, do you have attention deficit problems?"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Hale, but I can't seem to concentrate in your class."

"Just my class?"

"Well mostly. I come to class determined to pay attention but within a few minutes my mind becomes all confused."

"What is it about my class that gets you so confused?"

"The truth is you do, Mrs. Hale," and I actually blushed. I was really getting into the part and I felt the embarrassment of an innocent student.

"Do I do something confusing?"

"When you walk into the room I get all nervous and uncomfortable, like now, and then I can't concentrate."

"Have I ever done anything to make you nervous? I can't remember ever yelling at you"

"Oh no, Mrs. Hale, you have always been very nice. I just get all nervous around you."

"Well then, the first thing we have to do is get you over that. Then we can start studying the material. Come here and tell me what you are nervous about."

I went over to Mrs. Hale and stood in front of her and looked down at the floor.

"Look me in the eye," She commanded, "and tell me what scares you."

"I'm afraid I'll get a...a...a...aroused." I said.

"Oh you mean that you think of me in a sexual way?"

"I...I...I guess so." I stammered.

"We have to get you past that."

"How?"

"Ronnie, if you are to pass this class you need to get comfortable being around me. Do you imagine me undressed is that it?"

I said nothing but shook my head vigerously.

Then the very proper Mrs. Hale unbuttoned her blouse and said, "Is this what you imagine when you are not paying attention?" and she opened the front exposing her sheer black bra.

"Yes Ma'm." I replied and I squirmed around pretty uncomfortably.

"Get a good look so you can stop imagining it in class."

I studied her and said that she was even sexier than I had imagined.

"What else do you imagine?" she asked.

"Touching you."

She took my hand and said, "You mean like this?" and she put it on her bra.

"Anything else?"

"Seeing them," I replied timidly.

Mrs. Hale turned around and asked me to unfasten her bra. I fumbled with the clasp like the nervous teenager I was pretending to be. She let the bra fall onto the desk and then she pulled her skirt up above her ass and asked me to pull her panties down. By now my heart was pounding in anticipation and my dick was as hard as I can ever remember.

She stood with her back to me and said, "Ronnie, I am only doing this for you so that you can concentrate in class." Then she turned around and leaned back onto the desk and said, "Get a good look."

I was awe struck and I truly drooled over her body.

"Can I see between your legs?" I boldly asked.

Mrs. Hale spread her legs and then touched her pussy. I almost came right there.

"Is this what you imagine during class?" she asked.

She looked at the bulge in my pants and asked if I got hard like that in class.

"Yah, that's why I can't pay attention," I said.

"OK, now show me what you want to do."

I unzipped my pants and she grabbed my belt and pulled me up to her and said, "What would you like me to do." She reached into my fly and fumbled around until she grabbed my bare pecker and pulled it out. "You want me to jerk you off?" She asked.

"No Ma'm." I replied.

"No?" She said somewhat surprised. "You want to jerk yourself off?"

"I want to put it into your pussy and fuck you."

"Oh no! You can't do that." She said. But I just shoved my bare unprotected dick into her hot cunt and started pumping for all I was worth. "Stop. You can't do this," she said but she pulled my head down to her breasts. I sucked her tits while I fucked the **** out of her. We went at it like ******* for a long time. When she suddenly started to climax I kept fucking her until she begged me to stop.

When we settled down she said, "Oh Ronnie, that was a very bad thing to do to me. You just fucked your teacher with your bare cock. I hope this helps you learn to look at me now without being nervous. Maybe you can concentrate enough to pass my class."

"Maybe I already deserve an A for bringing you off without shooting off inside you," I said.

"That's the second time you brought me off without satisfying yourself." She said in amazement. "Do you want me to take care of you now?"

"Yes...Suck me off," I said smugly.

She knelt down in front of me and said, "I shouldn't be doing this to my innocent young student" and I came into her mouth.

That was so exciting to me that I became an obsessive-compulsive masturbator. I would try to catch Adrian outside or peek into her house to see her but I never was successful. I went to the bathroom a lot like the teenager I had pretended to be and I beat off constantly.

Finally when I couldn't take any more pressure I spotted her doing some kind of crap work in her yard. I decided to visit her. I walked up behind her and covered her eyes and said, "Guess who."

Adrian pulled my hands down off her eyes and on to her boobs and said, "If it's not Ron I'm in big trouble now."

I felt her tits and said, "Just keep doing what you were doing and ignore me."

She actually continued trimming her shrubs and I felt her big tits from behind for all I was worth. I slid her skirt up and felt her crotch. I rubbed her pussy and she just kept working. I pulled her panties off and put my fingers inside her pussy and she just kept working. Finally I pulled my throbbing prick out slid it slowly into her cunt and then fucked her from behind while holding her big boobs. She had a shuttering climax. I was ready to cum too but I didn't know if she was on the pill or what so I pulled my dick out of her pussy and started rubbing it all over her asshole.

"Don't...Ron...Not there...Please No..." she begged.

I was too far gone to stop and I ****** my dick into her asshole. When I was completely inside her I played with her pussy and her hanging tits. I fucked her ass and she clinched my dick and grabbed my balls and suddenly cum shot out of my twitching throbbing cock and into her bowels. She kept grinding back onto me and moaning and I kept pinching her clit and tits. She had another climax while I was still squirting into her ass.
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Life Changes

Cindy and I met while we were both working for a small company just a couple of years out of college. She was a cute little brunette, about 5'5", with a tight body. She had B-cup breasts and a nice little bubble butt. I was smitten quickly. Our relationship started slow, but once it got physical, it was fast and furious. We both really enjoyed sex and, although we considered ourselves open-minded, we did not push the limits of our physical relationship. We had vaginal and oral sex several times a week and we were satisfied with that... I thought. We were married within 18 months and had now been married for 7 years. We didn't have any kids because we were just too busy with our work. It was at this point that our lives changed. Or should I say this is when I discovered that it had already changed.

"Honey, I'm heading to the mall. I've got a few things to get. You need anything?" My wife was yelling over the top of her car at me. I had been cutting the grass in the front yard and had to stop the mower once she got my attention. I was getting ready for a cookout that we were planning.

"No, I can't think of anything." I yelled back across the yard.

"Okay. Bye." She said as she climbed in and left.

I completed the front yard, moved to and finished the back, and was working on trimming a couple of branches in the back when Cindy appeared in the door from the back of our garage. She signaled me over to her and I put down the tree trimmers and headed that way. By the time I got there, she was gone. I looked around, saw that the door to the house was not completely closed and entered the house from the interior garage door into the kitchen. There was Cindy, standing about 5 feet inside the door, looking hot and flushed like she had been exercising. I looked at her questioningly.

She grinned, turned around, and bent over from the waist. As she did, she raised her skirt up and displayed her gorgeous, well toned ass to me. She had no panties on so I could also see her pussy lips winking at me. I was a little shocked, but instantly hard. I stepped up behind her and put my hands on her ass.

I grinned, ran my hands over that little bubble butt of hers, and said in a tantalizing way, "Can I help you with something, hun?"

"Oh, god. I'm so horny, just fuck me John. I gotta have some dick, now!"

Although we had always had a great sex life, this was completely new and different. I was even more shocked than I was initially, but decided to play along, thinking this was a new game that she had come up with to put some pizzazz into our sex life. "I'm sorry, did you want something from me?"

"Please, John, fuck me, pound me, spank me, ***** me, just give me some fucking dick!"

Now I was flabbergasted. But my little head was starting to take control so I immediately dropped my shorts and started rubbing my right hand down her ass crack, over her little asshole, and onto her pussy. My god! She was already soaking! She groaned when I did it and arched her back, giving me more access to her shaved lips.

I decided to tease her a little more. "Well, let's see. What have you done to deserve this?"

Her face turned and she looked at me in a pleading way. "Nothing, sir. But I need to cum. Can you please fuck me and make me cum?!"

This just kept getting stranger and stranger... and more torrid! Did she actually just say "sir"? Was she getting some ideas from someone at work, the internet, where?

I was not thinking about that too closely with my wife's beautiful ass in my hands and my now extremely hard and leaking dick sticking out towards it. I just leaned forward and started sliding my sword into her hot, wet sheath.

"Oh, fuck yes. Pound me!" she uttered while moaning.

I was lost in the sex now. I started pounding her. I grabbed her hips roughly with my hands and pulled back on them at the same time as my hips thrust forward. I was burying my dick in her with each stroke, my balls slapping against her until they began drawing up, ready to spew. She kept moaning and I kept pounding. This was not making love; this was pure unadulterated sex for pleasure. She loved it and I did, too. I suppose I should have thought more about her actions at the time, but I was horny, too, and was enjoying the completely physical encounter.

She stayed in that position, her hands on her knees, as I slammed my dick into her. I looked down at how hard I was holding her hips where my fingers were gripping tight enough that there might even be marks left on them. Her beautiful moon globes were bouncing against my thighs as I watched how her lips were stretched around my dick.

It seemed like I was pounding her for about 30 minutes, but it had probably only been about 10. She started bucking and I knew her orgasm was approaching.

"Oh, fuck. I'm going to cum!" She yelled. "Please, may I cum?!"

I hesitated for a second, not sure I heard this correctly, then finally said, "Yes, babe, cum. Cum all over my big, hard dick!"

And she did. She bucked and moaned and screamed about how great my dick was. It was such a turn on; I blew my load immediately after her, burying my dick as deep as I could with each spurt.

When I was finally done, I let my dick slip out of her and went and sat down on a kitchen chair. I looked back at her, still standing there, bent over, with her hand on her knees. "That was amazing!" I said to her. "What was that all about? You called me 'sir', pleaded with me to fuck you, and then asked permission for an orgasm. Have you been reading up on ********** or something?"

Cindy finally stood up and looked at me with something strange in her eyes for a moment. Was she ashamed of it? Was she just reticent to reveal it? "No, I heard about it and decided it might be interesting to try it." There was something about the way she said it that was not quite right, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I guess I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth, as they say, and just let it drop. I had satisfied my horny desires and my wife had turned me on beyond belief. I had just gone back outside to work on the branches when I heard a loud commotion from across the street. It sounded like yelling and shouting. I walked to the front of my house and looked across the street at the house belonging to Emily and Robert, two acquaintances of ours. They were not really friends. They had moved in about 6 months ago and we had not really socialized much with them yet. Emily was yelling and throwing something at Robert's car as he backed out of the driveway really fast and sped off down the street. She was standing there in shorts and a tank top, her thick mane of auburn hair disheveled, red-faced, and drawing great deep breaths. She was definitely worked up about something.

I crossed the street and tried to be neighborly. "Are you okay, Emily? Did something happen over here?"

It took her a second to focus on me. She was still so worked up that she took a couple more deep breaths to calm herself, looked at me, and said "No, everything is not alright. Come, I'll show you what's wrong!"

I wasn't sure I really wanted to get involved, but she led me into her house and I followed, trying to be supportive. It was already obvious that she and Robert had had a very nasty fight from what I saw outside. Once in the house, I could see that some things had been thrown around the room. I continued to follow her past the living area and down the hall to what I assumed was the master bedroom. She led me in and pointed to the bed. It was almost completely stripped, with sheets lying all over the floor and the sliding glass door to the backyard that they had in their bedroom stood open. I looked at her for further information. It was a messy bed and the door was open. Did she get that worked up over that?

She could see my confusion, I guess, because she started into her explanation.

"I started to go shopping this morning and forgot my wallet. I had taken it out of my purse earlier. I came back and heard moaning back here. I thought Robert was... well, you know, taking care of business. Instead as I flung open the door, I see that there is a woman on her hands and knees on the floor and he's fucking her. My husband is on the floor fucking another woman in my bedroom! Fucking bastard. All I could see was his ass as he flexed it to bury that little dick of his in her. At first, they were so worked up and fucking so hard, they didn't even notice me. I stood there, unable to make a move, as I watched my husband of 9 years fucking the **** out of some home-wrecking bitch! I decided to slam the door and I did. He looked up when he heard the door slam and he and the woman both jerked, although I didn't get to see her face. He immediately pulled out and turned to grab me. The woman's clothes were on the floor right next to her and she grabbed them and ran out the sliding door. She was a small shapely woman and she got out of here quickly and naked. Robert held me long enough to let her get away or I would have strangled the little bitch. Then, when he let me go, I started hitting and kicking him. He took off; trying to dress as he left, but I kept throwing things at him. By the time he got in his car, I think I got a couple of good shots in."

She then turned to me. I was standing there in shock. I couldn't believe the story she told me. I didn't know what she expected me to say, so I said what I thought was the safest thing, repeating her comment, "Yeah, fucking bastard!"

She smiled a little at that. "I didn't even get to see who the little bitch was, but she ran out the back and had to get dressed somewhere. Maybe someone saw her. I'll find out who it is. I'll also make that bastard pay for all this. I'm not letting that fucker back into this house... ever!"

"Okay." I tried to start extricating myself from the scene. I hated getting involved in domestic disputes. "If you need help with anything, let me know."

She turned and smiled just a little, trying to be nice, her voice returning to a normal volume. "Thanks, John. I appreciate your concern. And if you hear anything about a naked woman running through the yards, trying to get dressed, let me know. I want to find out who little horny bitch was. She was in such a hurry; she did leave her panties behind. Little bitch had worn some fancy lace panties over to entice my soon-to-be ex-husband. Here, look at this."

She held up some very see through red-lace panties. They had the words 'It's all yours' embroidered on the front. My eyes got very large and I stared at them. She looked at me funny. "What is it?"

I just kept staring at panties that were exactly like the ones my wife had worn for me last Valentine's Day.
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I just kept staring at the panties that were just like the ones my wife had worn for me last Valentine's Day. They were in the hands of our neighbor Emily from across the street. She had found them when she caught her husband fucking a woman in their bedroom. She had only seen the woman from behind, but had just finished telling me what had happened in her home when she caught her husband fucking the woman. I had to think clearly about this. I had been married to my wife for seven years and there was no indication of this kind of activity. Was this the only pair of panties like that? Or was it a common item that was available in some local store? If so, what were the odds that a woman with the same pair would end up fucking the guy directly across the street from me? Was that why my wife was so fucking horny and without panties when she came home and asked me to fuck her hard and nastily? Was she really cheating on me?

I had a zillion questions and no answers, but I was determined to get some... just not from Emily.

"What's the matter?" Emily asked me. Her eyes narrowed as if she knew what I was thinking. Or at least she had an idea that maybe it was my wife who was over here. "Do these look familiar to you?" she finally asked accusingly.

"No."

"I don't know what your wife looks like naked from behind, but if these were her panties and she was fucking my husband, you'd tell me right?"

Her tone was getting nasty. I figured I'd better at least try to get the upper hand until I found out what was going on, so I responded quickly and harshly. "Yes, I would tell you. My wife came home from shopping a long time ago, so it's not her. Don't even think such a thing!" That seemed to placate her a little and I knew I had to get out of there. "Well, I'm really sorry about what you found out about your husband, but I should get home."

She had softened a little and was starting to look depressed. "Okay. Thanks for coming over. I just can't get over the whole thing. Sorry to bring you into it." "That's okay. Call me if you need anything." I said as I moved quickly, but not too quickly towards the door. I wanted to ask her if she had family in the area or a close friend she could call, but I was afraid that it would start a new conversation and I needed to get home.

She let me go and stood there in the doorway watching me as I went home. I know because I turned to look back after I crossed the street. She was still standing there, looking very forlorn, her eyes staring at nothing. I was stricken by the fact that I may have just lied to her while she was in such a terrible state, but I had other more pressing things to deal with right now.

I threw open the door and rushed into the house. "Cindy! Where are you?!" I yelled as soon as I had closed the door.

"Right here!" she said as she came down the stairs from the second story. She was wearing her robe and her hair was wet. She had just finished a shower.

"I want you to do me a favor." I said, firmly, but no longer yelling.

"What?" She eyed me suspiciously.

I didn't want to give her too much time or room for evasion so I just said it straight out. "I want you to go up and get those red lace panties that you wore for Valentine's Day and that say 'It's all yours' on the front."

She tried not to show it, but the recognition was there in her eyes. She had been caught. My pretty little wife was a cheating, home-wrecking, slut.

She finally answered me, but I already knew the truth by her hesitation and the way she looked at me. "I don't know where they are, but I can go see if I can find them."

"Don't bother. I know where they are." I said in a defeated manner.

"You do?" she asked me quietly, her eyes widening.

"Yes. I just saw Emily and Robert having a big fight and him driving away. I went over to make sure she was alright. She told me she had caught her husband in the act of fucking some woman. A woman who, in her hurry, left a pair of red lace panties with 'It's all yours' stitched on the front." I was continuing to get louder and madder and I could see her shoulders start to slump and sag. I had her now. "The pair that you wore for me on Valentine's Day is now in the hands of Emily across the street. Now tell me why I shouldn't kick your ass out right now!"

Cindy looked up at me. She was completely defeated. She said "It's a long story about how it happened, and you have every right to kick me out." She turned toward the stairs. "I'll go get dressed and leave."

What?! I was so angry I could strangle her. She was just going to leave? No fight? The way she said "long story" made me want to know more. What exactly happened and how did this come about? I had to know.

"Wait!"

She turned. Tears were rolling down her face and she wouldn't look up at me. She just stood there, sobbing gently and waited. I was very angry, but I've loved this woman for most of my adult life and now I couldn't just let it go at that. "Come down here. I want to know this long story."

She trudged down the stairs like a lost waif. I was still angry, but I felt sorry for her. I was hoping that she was not just playing to my love for her; that she was really sickened by all this.

Finally, once she was sitting she started talking. The damn burst and the words spilled out, washing over me. I couldn't even think to ask questions or anything until she was done.

She overheard a woman at work talk about doing it for her husband where she was his slave for the weekend. Over the next year she started surfing the net for people who did dom/sub for a short time so that she could understand how they did it. She claimed she was just curious at first. But soon she became enamored with trying it. There was something drawing her in; leading her to take whatever chances she had to take to try it. The hard part was how. She learned from the internet that there were more serious people who actually lived the lifestyle full time, but she didn't want that. She just wanted a taste; a chance to test how she liked it; to push her limits and see what it was all about. Her main problem was how to introduce the idea into our relationship. Since we had an established relationship with how we treated each other, she wasn't sure that would work and she claimed to have hinted at it with me, but that I didn't seem interested. (I was completely unaware of these hints.) So next she searched and found a place on the net where people advertised for doms or subs for some temporary play. She had studied them for quite some time and had joined a site to find someone to "test" it with. She was very nervous about it, but after finding there was someone in our town, she was tempted. She exchanged emails with him over about three months, until finally submitting (so to speak) to his request to get together and do it. The most coincidental thing was that the guy turned out to be Robert, right across the street. They met the first time for lunch in order to set the ground rules and the first time they had decided to "play" had been today. It turned out that all he wanted to do was fuck her and as soon as they started and he had told her to undress he put her on all fours and started in. It had only been about 2 minutes before Emily came through the door. She was completely humiliated, scared, and horny as hell; hence her desire to get fucked as soon as she walked in the door here at home.

By the time she was done, she had stopped crying a little and I was still stunned. I was stunned at both the story and at her description. The logic did not make sense to me, but it must have to her because she appeared to be pouring her heart out and there was no hesitation or appearance of trying to moderate the story.

She had been looking down the entire time until she stopped. She looked up at me to see my reaction. I was unable to say anything immediately. I just stared. She erupted into tears again, placing her head in her hands and sobbing heavily. The only words that came out now were "Oh, my God!" in amongst the sobs. I was hurting for her. I was furious with her and wanted to toss her out, but at the same time I wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her. I was confused by my conflicting feelings, but then I figured that if we were going to get on with our lives, separately or together, we had better stop the crying and come to a resolution. Wait! Did I just think about a life together still? Could I actually forgive her this kind of transgression?

She finally stood up; shoulders slumped, head down and started for the stairs. I couldn't face seeing her like that, so I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her to try to provide some comfort and at least get her calmed enough to face the rest of the day. She flinched. Maybe she thought I was going to take out my anger on her right there. When she realized I was trying to hug her, she plastered herself to me and kept sobbing, throwing in "I'm so sorry!" every minute or so.

I just stood there and held her; 110 pounds of sobbing, quivering flesh. I was going over in my mind all the things that had happened and where I really wanted this to go. End it? Continue it? I was so conflicted, but I could not see myself without her. The fabric of our lives were so interwoven that I wasn't sure I could identify myself without her.

Finally, I pushed her back away from me and lifted her chin up so that our eyes met. I tried to calm and steady my voice. I took out as much of the anger and recrimination as possible. "Look. Just go upstairs and take a hot bath and we'll talk about this after we are more rational."

The small ray of hope in her eyes, or maybe it was just thankfulness that I was not yelling and screaming any more, was all I needed to know. She was still in love with me. She was just obsessed with this idea. I had heard that many people today were obsessed with internet porn to the detriment of their entire lives. Some ideas, they just couldn't get out of their heads. So if I was going to have any type of relationship with her that meant dealing with her obsession.

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She headed upstairs to do what I had suggested and I was left alone with my thoughts. I never remembered any hints about developing a little dominate/submissive relationship with her. I knew this because I kind of liked the idea, but would never have done it without her and I had not planned on bringing it up. It was one of those things that I had determined would be one of those lifelong unfulfilled fantasies. But maybe things could change. Could we change our relationship like that? Did people who did this kind of thing start it at the beginning of their relationship, or did it develop and grow slowly? I didn't know for sure, but I was thinking of a way to arrange for her to have her submissive fantasy come true, and maybe push her a little outside of her comfort zone. That would either cement the idea in her that she loved the **********, or get her over it.

I went upstairs after a while and she was just getting out of the tub. I looked at her beautiful slim body, and decided what I was going to do.

I walked slowly over to her while she wrapped the towel around her and stared at her. She started to cower a little and I stopped. I reached out, took her hand and pulled her into an embrace. I hugged her and she hugged me back... hard. I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Okay, my little slut, you will not get dressed for the rest of the day. You will remain naked at all times. Now finish drying off, go lay face down on the bed, and prepare for your punishment."

She stiffened a little, but said "Yes, sir." I realized how much I loved the sound of that and how much it meant to me this morning during our passionate fuck in the kitchen. I was going to push her and see if she really wanted it and if I did, too.

I walked up to the bed and sat down. My wife was lying there face down, naked, scared, and completely at my mercy. I was already enjoying it. I could see that she was trembling slightly. I didn't know if that was because she was cold from being naked with wet hair, or in anticipation of what was to come. I reached out and placed my hand on her ass. She flinched a little. It was so smooth and gorgeous. I loved her ass. It was probably her best physical asset.

"Are you ready for the first stage of your punishment?"

"First stage?" She tried to turn and look at me.

I smacked her ass hard enough to make a loud slapping sound. "That was a yes or no question, my little slave girl. Now answer it!"

"Yes, sir."

I turned and straddled her, sitting on her calves. I stared at her ass some more, doing nothing, letting the anticipation rise. "I want you to count out each stroke of your spanking, saying the number and 'Sir' after each one. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir." She responded meekly and started to visibly tremble.

Smack! I struck her and she responded "One, sir."

I then started laying them on her ass; striking hard enough that her ass turned to a blazing red and I gave her enough time to count them out until we got to 25. She was not crying, but whimpering with each count now. I was enjoying spanking her and I was hard as a rock. I could not tell if she was enjoying it, but at this point, I was taking out some of that anger that I still had from finding out that she was being fucked by the neighbor. After 25 swats, I decided that the next level of punishment was going to be a little different. I got up and stood by the bed. She didn't move. I loved the feeling of control that she was giving me and that I was enjoying.

"Now get up, go downstairs and get me a beer and meet me in the den."

She immediately obeyed. My dick stayed very hard watching my beautiful wife get up, her tits bouncing nicely, and then walk downstairs with her fire-engine red ass. I followed her to make sure I could see it all the way down until she disappeared into the kitchen. I went to the den and sat down on the couch.

She joined me in the den and handed me the beer. She remained standing after handing it to me to see what was next. I was impressed. I was thinking that she would sit down and I would have to correct her. I smiled up at her and noticed that she was staring at the floor, her eyes downcast and not even trying to look at me.

"You may sit on the floor next to me." I thought I might as well enjoy this sexually so I said. "Take my pants off and suck my dick until I cum in your mouth. But don't just suck it... worship it."

There was no hesitation on her part. She immediately starting undoing my pants, removed them, and then kneeled down in front of me. She slowly licked up my shaft and took a good suck on the head. She pressed it against my stomach and started licking and sucking on my balls. She was doing very well and I was already leaking pre-cum. She was never a bad cocksucker, but this already felt a little different as she put more effort into it. She licked back up to the head and started fondling my balls while she started sucking my cock. She took me down as far as she could, then came back up, using her tongue to tickle the tender spot just under the mushroom head. She rolled her tongue all the way around the head and then slowly took the whole thing into her mouth again. After three round trips like this, I knew that I was going to come soon. I had been hard for a while and the spanking had been quite thrilling. She knew it, too, so she started bobbing on my dick and I grabbed her head and started helping.

"Don't spill a drop!" I managed to say right before I came, holding her head still as I thrust and spasmed, shooting several big loads into her hot mouth. And she didn't. She kept milking my dick until she had gotten all my cum and sucked me dry.

When she came off my dick, she looked up at me and smiled. She looked perfectly content. "How was that blowjob, sir?"

"That was fucking wonderful!" I replied. "Now lay down here on the couch with your head on my lap while I ***** this beer and watch TV." She complied.

I watched a little TV and just ran my hand over her back and ass, occasionally running my finger down along her ass-crack and across her tightly puckered anus. It had never been penetrated as far as I knew. I was going to do that in a while, but after about an hour of her getting comfortable and her ass color slowly fading, it was time to push her limits another way.

I got up and told her to get on the floor on all fours, face on the floor and ass high in the air. She did it immediately. I told her to wait there. I walked out the front door and across the street to see if Emily was still home. She was. I had contemplated what might happen when I told her the truth, but I had to take this step.

She answered the door and I could tell she had been crying. "Oh, hello." She seemed very depressed.

"How would you like to get back at your bastard husband?"

She looked at me for a few seconds, trying to ascertain my meaning or where I was going with this. Then she narrowed her eyes and stared at me closely. "I would love to. What did you have in mind?"

"First, I have discovered it was indeed my wife who was fucking your husband." Her eyes went wide and she set her mouth grimly. I continued before she could say anything. "When I found out, I was going to throw her out, but it appears that the only reason she was doing it was because she thought your husband would teach her a little about domination and **********. It's a long story, but all he really wanted to do was fuck her, which he had just started for the first time when you showed up."

She finally spoke one word. "Bastard."

"Yes, well, I have made my little bitch wife my slave for now and I paddled her ass for it. Now she's in the den, on her hands and knees, naked, and awaiting my next command. I thought you might want to come over and assist me on disciplining the little slut."

She got an evil grin on her face. "Definitely."

We slowly walked back to my place and I told her my plan. She made a recommendation that shocked me and almost made my dick hard just thinking about it, so we decided to go with her idea.

When we got in there, Cindy was still there, ass up high. Her little rosebud was showing and her pussy wet and ***** engorged. She must be turned on by all this or she was playing with herself or both. She couldn't see Emily at first, but when we got around to the couch and we both sat down, she turned her head that direction and saw Emily. Her eyes went wide and she started to say something, but to her credit, she held it back. She looked at me and it appeared that she might start crying again.

"Okay, Cindy. I want you to come over here on your knees and ask for forgiveness from Emily for fucking her husband."

She crawled over, already starting to sob, placed her head in Emily's lap and starting sobbing. She kept repeating "I'm so sorry, Emily." Emily looked a little shocked.

I reached over and slapped her ass hard. "Tell you what you are sorry for!"

"I'm so sorry I was fucking your husband." Cindy seemed really upset now.

"Are you really sorry?" Emily lifted Cindy's head and looked at her.

"Yes, Emily, I am very sorry." She was calming down a little, seeing that Emily was not overly angry.

"Okay. Thank you for apologizing. My husband will not get off so easily. He's the one that swore an oath. Now I want you to help me get even with my husband."

Cindy looked at her questioningly. She looked over at me, too, and you could see she was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Emily stood up and said to Cindy. "Undress me and your husband and get him ready to fuck me."

Cindy stared for a second, and then looked at me. I nodded. She pulled down Emily's shorts and underwear in one pull. I could see her glance at Emily's shaven pussy, the lips clearly visible. Then she stood up and lifted Emily's tank top over her head. Finally, she removed Emily's bra and I got to see this auburn haired woman in the altogether. She was about 5'8", auburn hair, pale skin that didn't seem to take to the sun much. Her tits had a little sag, but that's because they appeared to be large and heavy. You couldn't tell in the bra she was wearing today because it was a heavy-duty bra to be used when exercising. Her ass was larger than my wife's but still in good shape. Her pussy, being completely shaven, looked delightfully edible.
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Cindy then took my clothes off quickly. I was already hard, so getting me ready to fuck Emily was a moot point, but she sucked my dick a couple of times and jacked it to make sure. Then she looked up at the two of us expectantly.

I looked at Emily and she got down on all fours and pointed her ass at me. I stared at it hungrily, the first new ass and pussy in my life in over 8 years. Cindy also seemed to be amazed at this and stared openly.

I got down on my knees and right behind Emily. "Cindy, check to make sure that Emily is ready to be fucked. Make sure she is wet. If she isn't, make her wet." I thought that would be a push too far, but Cindy nonchalantly put her hand up to Emily's pussy and ran her fingers through the pink gash. I was a little shocked, and my dick twitched at the sight of my wife touching another woman's pussy. It appeared that this scene had been having an effect on Emily, too, because my wife's fingers slid easily along the gash and came back wet.

"She's ready, sir." Cindy stated quickly, looking up at me. I thought I might still see some hesitation in her face, but she was ready to serve.

"Now guide my hard cock into Emily's wet pussy." Cindy obeyed. And she didn't just aim it and let me push it in, but she actually reached with her left hand and parted Emily's lips while with her right she pulled my dick forward to put it in.

I pushed and it started to enter slowly, but Emily was so fucking tight! "Fuck, Emily, your pussy is small! You are so tight!"

"That's because my husband has a long, but skinny dick. You are much larger around."

I looked down and watched as I worked it all the way into her. It was glorious. I noticed that Cindy was watching, too. I slowly pulled all the way out and turned a little towards Cindy. I pushed on her head and she knew exactly what I wanted. She dove down and engulfed my dick. Emily turned her head and watched. Cindy licked it clean and seemed more intent on sucking my dick than I had ever seen. Hmmm! Maybe she likes the taste of pussy on my dick... or maybe just pussy in general!

I pulled away from her and placed my dick back into Emily. I started fucking her pretty good. She was rocking into my thrusts and moaning. Suddenly, Cindy reached under us and started rubbing Emily's clit.

"Oh, fuck yes, baby. Rub my clit. Make me cum all over your husband's fat dick."

Cindy took that as a command and seemed to increase her ministrations. Emily began to groan and finally came in great shudders.

"Hmmm. Oh! Yes! Fuck! Don't stop!" Emily was muttering just loud enough to be heard. When she finally stopped cumming I was close so I whipped it out of her pussy and jacked it off for a few seconds until I shot a big load of cum all over her ass and asshole, and dripping down onto her pussy. I sat back on the floor and looked at Cindy who was sitting there watching the whole thing.

"Clean up my dick." She did so with gusto. Then I got a better idea seeing that Emily was still there on all fours, except she had leaned forward to put her head on top of her hands on the floor. Her ass and pussy were on display with cum running down her legs, so I lifted Cindy's head from my dick and commanded . "Clean my cum off Emily."

Cindy looked at me, then at Emily's cum-covered ass, and finally back to me. I pointed and she obeyed. She crawled over to Emily's fantastic behind and bent over. She started licking where the drips were running down Emily's legs. Emily flinched, having not heard me give the command. She lifted her head up and looked over her shoulder. I'm not sure who she thought it was, but her eyes got big when she realized it was Cindy. In the meantime, Cindy licked up to Emily's pussy and licked the cum off and continued up across her asshole, eliciting a moan from Emily. She finished by cleaning up Emily's ass and then turned to me and said "Thank you, sir, for your cum."

I chuckled at that and was amazed that she had sexually touched another woman. She seemed to really enjoy being ordered around. We had never even discussed her touching another woamn and here she was doing it. My anger over her earlier transgression was forgotten at that moment. Then Emily got up and turned around. She looked at Cindy and said to her in graphic terms "Thank you for cleaning your husband's hot cum off my pussy and ass. You can clean the cum off my pussy and ass any time."

Cindy looked down, blushed slightly at what she realized she just did, but then said "You are welcome, Emily. I'm sorry I fucked your husband, but you can have mine any time."

I gaped at that. I stared at Emily and she stared at me. Wow! This day has been one surprise after another.

Emily finished dressing and leaned over to kiss me. "Thanks for that. I'll be sure to tell me husband about it... after the divorce!" Then she leaned over and tweaked one of my wife's nipples. Cindy squeaked, but appeared to enjoy it and smiled. Emily just laughed, looked at me and said "Well, good luck with this one!"

After Emily left, I pulled Cindy up next to me on the couch. I held her face, looked directly into her eyes, and asked her how she felt about what had happened.

She looked down sheepishly, finally looking back up directly at me. "I loved every minute of it. I even loved it when you ordered me to lick your cum off Emily. I have never touched another woman's pussy, or licked her pussy or ass, and today I did. It actually turned me on to know that you were making me do it. It was something that I previously considered 'forbidden', but you ordering me to do it meant that I had to. It wasn't my decision."

"I'm still a little shocked, too." I responded. "Is this something you want to continue?"

Cindy looked at me and smile. "Yes. I was so turned on knowing that I was doing it for you. It was not only fulfilling my fantasy of being dominated a little, but it was by someone that I love and enjoyed doing it for. I want to do it whenever you want... sir." She added the last after a wry smile and a pause.
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I sat there and reviewed the day's events.

I had found out that my wife Cindy had been searching elsewhere for someone to dominate her, afraid to try it at home with me. After poking around the internet, it turned out that our neighbor across the street had "volunteered", but had only wanted to try to fuck her. They were caught by his wife and then I found out. I was going to throw her out on her ass, but something about the idea appealed to me; and then there was the fact that I still loved that damn woman!

Instead, partly because I wanted to try it and partly just to get back at her, I spanked her, made her blow me, ****** her to help me fuck our neighbor Emily (the one whose husband had volunteered to dominate her), and even had her lick my cum off Emily's body. She had stated that she loved every minute of it. Apparently, it had been one of her secret fantasies that she felt we could not do. However, once we had been through her punishment, she was looking to continue her temporary "enslavement", and I was willing to try to learn, too.

We were still sitting on the sofa and she had admitted her desire to continue, so I asked her who at work she had heard describe it. She admitted that it was a woman named Jennifer who lived a couple of blocks away. Jennifer did not discuss it with Cindy, but she overheard her telling another woman about it. I considered having her ask Jennifer over, but thought that it would have to wait. For now, it was approaching 3pm and we had 6 guests arriving for a cookout at 6. It was three couples that we had known for a while and used to work with before changing companies. Since they were not current fellow employees and they didn't live right next door, I decided to push Cindy some more.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

She looked directly at me for about 30 seconds, and I could see the wheels turning. "Yes. I am completely enthralled with what just happened and I am going to put myself in your hands for this. I know that you love me, because you didn't immediately throw me out. I also know that what we just did was partly to make me do it just to get back for me fucking with Robert. I'm okay with that. For some reason, every part of it excited me more than I have ever been before. I want to do whatever you want to do and I hope that we can stay together and enjoy this."

I looked at her closely. I was mulling what to do next and decided that we'd start by seeing how far she would go with some friends. "Do you know that little yellow sundress that you have?"

"Yes, sir." She said, returning to the submissive talk.

"I want you to wear it tonight for the party... without anything else under it."

She looked at me and I could see what she thought of that. It was fairly thin. Not transparent, but thin enough and tight enough that everyone would know that she had nothing on. However, to her credit, she did not consider it for long. "Yes, sir."

I smiled and got up. "Now come into the shower with me and get me ready for the party."

She followed me upstairs, prepared the shower, got in with me, and washed me very thoroughly. I let her wash my ass and dick, but I kept her from spending too much time on it as I wanted to recover from the afternoon and be ready for some evening fun.

Finally, at 6:15, a little late, the guests started arriving. Cindy was a vision in the yellow dress. She didn't look slutty, but if you looked closely, you could see her nipples poking against the fabric and tell that when it stretched over her ass that there was nothing underneath. I couldn't wait to see her backlit by the sun outside. I knew that it would be easy to see a perfect outline of her body.

I started the grill and cooking and the guys gathered with me while Cindy discussed work and other things with the women in the kitchen.

There was nothing but small talk and finally the food and ****** were all ready and we sat down on the deck to enjoy the meal. I watched Cindy closely to see how she looked. She looked fantastic to me, but then she always had. In that little sundress you could see that there were no underwear lines and if you looked closely, that her nipples were noticeable. I was watching my guests to see who was checking her out. The guys were just checking her out briefly, but nothing too obvious. However, one of the women, Sam (Samantha), was almost staring every time Cindy was near her. I could see her making sure that she and Cindy touched and rubbed against each other. This was a very surprising development. I didn't know what to think of it at first. I looked at her husband Bill and he was chatting with the others, not really paying attention to Cindy or his wife. Nobody was paying attention to me, so at one point, when I was standing behind most of the folks retrieving beers, and Sam was ogling Cindy, I stared at her until she noticed it. She looked at me, knowing she had been caught staring at Cindy, and blushed... deeply. There was definitely something going on there.

I went back to the normal banter and every once in a while looked up at Sam. She would glance up at me periodically and then look away quickly. I decided to push it.

I noticed when Sam finished her wine and since the wine was in the house, I waited until she went inside to go get more. I immediately stood up and asked if anyone else needed anything from inside and followed closely on her heels. She turned her back to me and proceeded to pour the wine, trying to ignore me. For a second I took in her physique. She was tall and thin, with probably A-cup tits. She was above average looking, but she and her husband always seemed to hint of being a little staid. She was wearing a jean skirt that went to her knees and a white buttoned princess blouse that showed a hint of her skin colored bra. I decided not to let her ignore me. I walked up directly beside her, put my arm around her shoulders and said, "Cindy really does look ravishing tonight, doesn't she?"

Sam almost dropped the bottle of wine. "Sorry. I didn't mean to stare. I was trying to figure out if she was wearing anything under it, and I guess I stared too long."

Push, push. "I thought maybe you were checking out her assets." I said it with a chuckle like I was kidding; but of course I wasn't. "And just to verify it for you, yes, that dress is the only thing she is wearing. Anything else you'd like to know?"

She just looked at me, apprehension on her face.

I continued on. "She sure does look good in it, doesn't she? You can see her nipples all the time... and her ass is just too perfect."

Sam blushed and looked up at me. "She always has been a beautiful woman. I would never have the nerve to go without a bra or panties in front of a bunch of people."

"It wasn't her choice or decision."

Now Sam looked at me closely. "You made her do it?"

"Yes. I ordered her to and her submissive side agreed."

Sam's eyes widened a little and she looked at me with her eyes downcast a little. "Are you guys doing a dom/sub thing now?

"Yes." I answered. I looked at her and she suddenly was extremely attractive to me. I think it was the way she had lowered her eyes; like she wanted me to dominate her as well. I decided at this point I had nothing to lose. "And while we are on the subject, I want you to remove your panties, too. Right now. Right here. Give me your panties."

"Wait a minute. I don't know what you think...." She started talking but I interrupted her.

"You know you want it. I could see it in your eyes when you asked about me and Cindy. Yes, we are doing the dom/sub 'thing'. So please remove your panties before I punish you for disobeying."

Sam stared at me. I could see her hesitation, but this was a good thing. She wasn't screaming at me or pissed off at me making such an assumption. She just looked a little unsure about it, and I gave her a second and then snapped my fingers. "C'mon. Get on with it."

Without another word, Sam looked around to make sure she was out of sight of the others, and then raised her skirt up to reach her panties. I was standing next to her and could see her tight little ass and the hint of her sex as she reached for the sides of her panties. She instantly pulled them down to the floor, letting her skirt slide back down before I saw very much, and stepped out of them. She stooped down, picked them up , and handed them to me. They were just a bit damp. I didn't know if that was sweat or she was getting turned on, so I slowly raised them to my face to smell them. Sam watched, enraptured by this. When I got them to my nose I took a good whiff and said "Hmmm. Your pussy smells very good. I think you are getting turned on by this, aren't you?"

"No!" Sam answered me quickly. I raised my eyebrows at her questioningly and held her panties up to my nose. She lowered her gaze and said quietly. "Yes."

"Are you turned on by the fact that you gave your panties to me? That someone ordered you to do it? Or were you already turned on by my wife's predicament?"

"Yes... to everything." She whispered, her eyes still downcast.

Outstanding! I was going to push this to the limit, but first I wanted more ****** to flow. She watched me closely as I put her panties into my pocket and grinned.

"I see you poured yourself another glass of wine. ***** it all right now and pour yourself another."

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She obeyed and I knew I was going to get her ***** to push her. I also had to work on her husband.

We went back outside and the party continued; nobody else even aware of my exchange with Sam. I noticed that she was ******** pretty heavily and getting *****. I also noticed that Bill was ******** heavily.

Finally, as the party was winding down and folks started to leave, I made sure that Bill and Sam were the last two left by keeping Bill busy discussing baseball. We went inside and I asked them to sit when we got to the den and also asked if they wanted anything else to *****. Everyone said yes, including Cindy, who I also noticed was a little *****. I came back in with the ****** and handed them out. Bill was sitting in the easy chair, leaning back, and the two women were sitting on either end of the couch. I sat between them, Cindy on my left, and put my hand on Cindy's leg. She looked at me, smiling and blushing a little. She already had an idea of what I was going to do. I slowly pulled her upper leg off the lower one because she had sat with them crossed. She put it down next to the other one, but I pulled them open a little. Not much, but enough so that there was some room there. Bill didn't seem to notice. He was jabbering on about something with his favorite team. When I turned to Sam, however, she looked right at me and then looked down at my hand, which I had left on Cindy's leg. I moved Cindy's legs a little further apart without taking my eyes off Sam. She watched intently. I then looked down at Sam's legs and smiled at her. She knew what I wanted and she did the same as Cindy; she opened her legs to about the same width... and blushed.

I didn't hear anything from Bill, so I looked over and I could see that he was a little more interested now in Cindy's legs. He couldn't see up between them, but I knew that he was aware of her lack of panties. I'm sure everyone had been all night. Now, as I slowly opened her legs a little more, her dress started riding up. All that was hidden now was her pussy because it was still in shadow. Bill had completely stopped talking. He was mesmerized by Cindy's display. I looked at Sam and she was watching the display and looking up at her husband. She said nothing. I then took my right hand and put it on Sam's leg, just above the knee where there was bare skin. She flinched, but didn't say anything or move. I started pulling on her leg, too, and after some initial resistance, she started opening her legs as well. Soon, I had hers as wide as Cindy's and her pussy was just out of sight. I looked over at Bill and he was staring at what I was doing.

"So, Bill." I said. He looked up at me. "Did you know that both our wives are without panties?" He stared at me for a second. Then he licked his lips and looked from one to the other.

"Sam?" He turned his eyes toward his wife. "Do you have any panties on?"

"No." Sam answered, lowering her eyes. "John ordered me to remove them earlier."

"Oh." That was all Bill said for a while. I let the tension build a little longer, trying to see how far they would let me push it. "Why? Did you tell him about us?"

"Bill!" Sam blurted out. I jerked my head toward her and looked at her stricken expression. This was obviously something that was not supposed to be known.

I turned back toward Bill and eyed him closely. He wouldn't meet my eyes. I turned back toward Sam and said "Tell me now what you are talking about or I'll punish you right here and now."

Sam lowered her eyes for a moment and then looked up at me with her head still tilted down. She spoke so softly, I could barely make out what she was saying. "Bill and I wanted to try what you and Cindy are doing, but we both found out that we like to be dominated and neither of us is very good at dominating the other."

I was shocked for a second and then I smiled. "Well, Sam, Bill, I'm not very good at it either. Cindy and I just started today." They both looked at me a little surprised. "For me right now, it's purely a voyeuristic and sexual thing. I haven't gotten too far into it, but I think we will try a little something tonight."

I looked at the three of them. Bill looked stricken, Sam looked resigned and had lowered her eyes, but Cindy was smiling and almost glowing.

"Cindy and Sam, bring over one of the dining room arm chairs. Then undress Bill and put him in it." I saw them get started and I went out to the garage to get my duct tape and some clean rags. I was going to tape Bill up, but the duct tape would be tough on the skin without some padding.

When I came back the two girls were just finishing getting his boxers off. He was not very big, but he was hard already, apparently enjoying the attention. Once they sat him down in the chair, I ordered them to get undressed. Cindy only had to raise her dress over her head, but Sam took her time, seemingly a little embarrassed. With Bill I wrapped a small rag around his left wrist and duct taped it to the arm of the chair. I did the same with this right wrist, and both ankles. He didn't even try to move or say anything as I did it.

As I undressed I had the women sit on the couch and told them not to touch anything. Once undressed, I decided that we should tease Bill a little.

"Sam, Cindy, come over here." I stood a couple of feet in front of Bill. "Take turns sucking my dick." Cindy immediately dropped to her knees on my left, but Sam hesitated. She was now naked in front of a friend and her husband and had been ordered to suck the friend's dick. I could tell that she was trying to look to Bill for approval. "Don't look at your husband. I'm your master and you will do what I say, when I say to do it!" I smacked her on the ass with my hand, the flat slap resounding loudly. She whimpered a little and kneeled in front of me on the right. I loved it! Cindy, after having sucked my dick a few times, pulled it out and turned it toward Sam. Again she hesitated. I grabbed her head and pushed it onto my dick. She opened her mouth and took it in. Once she started, she seemed to try to do a good job, but was still a little tense. I could see Bill staring, watching closely, but he still had an erection sticking straight up. I was ready for the next step soon.

"Sam, stand up in front of me, facing Bill." She obeyed very quickly that time. Cindy tried to grab my dick and start sucking again. "Just a second Cindy." I said as I pulled my dick back. I was going to have to pace myself if I was going to last very long.

"Sam, bend over from the waist, putting your hands on Bill's arms." She did so, and seemed to be looking more at his dick than his face. I took my right hand and ran my fingers down her ass, across her asshole, and onto her pussy. I let them glide through her swollen pink slit and found that she was as excited as the rest of us. She moaned her approval. It was time to fuck!

"Cindy, guide my dick into Sam." She did the same as before, holding Sam's lips open as she guided my dick to Sam's personal oven. Sam jumped a little at Cindy's touch, but stayed in place. I slowly eased my dick forward and Sam moaned. "Sam, I want you to describe exactly what is happening and what you are feeling to your husband." She moaned again.

"He's fucking me!" she said to her husband.

"No, describe it like an erotic novel." I prompted.

She got better real fast. "His big, hard dick is slowly sliding into my soaking wet pussy. Oh, it feels so good." She was going to make me cum as well, because this talk was really turning me on. I then grabbed her hips and started taking long, hard strokes. "Oh, Bill, now he's taking his cock and burying it deep into my pussy. He is pounding me!" I loved it.

I noticed that Cindy was just watching, so I had her get involved. "Cindy, move under Sam and suck her tits." Cindy immediately crawled under Sam and started sucking on her nipples like a nursing ******. I could hear her slurps.

"Oh, Bill!" Sam was really into it now and getting ready to cum. "Oh, fuck, she's sucking my tits, pulling on the nipples and John is hammering my pussy. My clit is on fire... oh, ****, I'm gonna cum! Oh, fuck, don't stop fucking and sucking. I love it, fuck yes, I love it! FUCK! ARRRGGGHH!" And when Sam came, it was like holding a vibrator on the end of my dick. She shuddered so much and so fast that I thought she was vibrating her whole body. It was too much for me and I exclaimed "I'm cumming, too!" and thrust and shot, thrust and shot, and thrust and shot some more. I came for like a minute, just thrusting in for each spurt. Sam was almost collapsing under me and Cindy and I were holding her up. I looked over Sam and could see that Bill was watching her closely, his eyes were as big as melons and his dick was wet and leaking pre-cum.

I finally pulled out and Cindy came out from under Sam. Sam slowly rolled onto the floor, gasping for breath. I looked at Bill and could see that his dick was hard and leaking pre-cum. He looked like he needed to cum badly after watching his wife get fucked. I was going to go easy on him this first time. I saw Cindy looking at his dick and decided that she should be able to enjoy some, too.

"Cindy, Bill looks like his dick is about to explode, don't you think?"

"Yes, sir, I think so."

"Do you want to relieve his pressure?"

Cindy looked up at me. "Yes, sir."

"Okay. Suck his dick, catch his cum in your mouth and then give it to Sam."

Cindy immediately crawled over to Bill to start sucking. Sam looked shocked at what I had asked Cindy to do. She didn't say anything, just watched as my wife took only two sucks before her husband groaned and shot his load into Cindy's mouth. I knew Cindy could take a load because she had proven able to hold an entire load in her mouth before and showed it to me. This time she stayed on Bill until he was done and then pulled off, her mouth closed and her cheeks puffed out. Bill looked like he was more relaxed now that he had cum, but he was staring at Cindy, watching her crawl over to Sam. She pushed Sam flat onto her back and got over her mouth. At first, Sam appeared to not want to participate and wouldn't open her mouth. But I cleared my throat and she knew that she had no choice. She opened her mouth and Cindy opened hers and let the cum pour out into Sam's mouth. Sam flinched and closed her eyes. I didn't know if she even regularly tasted cum, but she was now. With her eyes closed, Sam didn't see Cindy lowering her face to hers. Suddenly, Cindy smashed her mouth onto Sam's sharing the cum and kissing her deeply. Sam's eyes flew open and she seemed shocked by being kissed by Cindy. Bill was staring. He had a great view of Cindy as she kneeled over Sam and I'm sure he could see all of her ass and pussy. I smiled broadly, seeing that Cindy was really beginning to open up. Then Sam reached up and grabbed Cindy by the neck and started really making out with her. My dick started rising at the sight, even though I had just cum. I loved this turn of events.
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Finally, the two women came up for air. They looked at each other closely and smiled. Then they looked at me.

"Crawl over here." I ordered them.

They both turned and crawled over to sit at my feet. I was amazed and enjoying this immensely. I figured, who wouldn't?

"How are you two feeling, now?"

"Fantastic!" Cindy immediately answered.

"Sam, tell me the truth, how do you feel?"

She raised her eyes to mine slowly. "I feel so good, I don't know what to say. I've never had a woman give me cum and kiss me and I loved it. I loved it when you were fucking me. ****! I loved it all!"

I smiled and looked at Bill. "Bill?"

"I'm okay. I'm still a little shocked, but I think I liked it."

I grinned at him. "You know you loved it! Don't lie to me!" He looked away.

"Okay, ladies, take the duct tape off of Bill and everyone get dressed. Bill and Sam, I want you to go home, but there are two conditions. First, you two cannot have sex or make yourself cum in any way this week. I want you back here on Friday having not cum at all this week. If I think you have disobeyed me, I'll take a strap to you. Now, go!"

Everything was accomplished quickly and after Bill and Sam left I looked at Cindy. "That was fucking amazing!"

Cindy smiled. "I'm glad you liked it, Master. That's the first time I've heard you use that term, and I think it scared Sam a little."

"Good! We're going to play with her a little this week, okay?"

"Yum! I'd like that, sir."

We headed up to bed and I was planning the next event in my mind. Hmmm. Maybe I needed to do some research into this stuff!
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I decided I couldn't wait until Friday and I had an open afternoon at work on Thursday, so I called Cindy in the morning and told her to call Sam about lunch. I wanted them both to meet me at the Italian restaurant in the mall between our home and office. I told her that she and Sam were to wear skirts with light colored blouses and were forbidden from wearing bras and panties. She giggled.

She was happier than she had been in a while. After admitting her desire to be dominated, we had played at it for the first time last weekend. After that, even without the domination, she had been insatiable all week. As soon as I got home, she would greet me in the nude and attack me. The last two nights she had immediately given me a blowjob, and then after dinner we fucked like rabbits until we were exhausted. Did I mention that I was deliriously happy, too? No need.

I got to the restaurant at 11:45, the reservation was for 12:00, but the table was ready so they showed me to the table. It was near the back, set up against the wall and was a small semi-circular booth. I sat on one side and waited for my ladies. When they showed up I wasn't disappointed. Cindy had worn a short plaid skirt that was about mid-thigh and a white button down blouse. It was almost the school girl look and I could just make out her areolas showing through the material. Sam had worn a calf-length peasant skirt that had a slit in the side and a thin dressy t-shirt. When she came in and the air-conditioning hit her, I could see her nipples extend immediately. They looked scrumptious.

I rose to meet them and greeted Sam first. "Hello, gorgeous." I managed to get a slight blush out of her with that. "You get in first and sit in the back." Then I turned my attention to Cindy and gave her a quick kiss. "Hello, my sweet wife. How are you today?"

"I'm great!" Cindy grinned and sat down next to Sam. I sat on the other side of the semi-circle so that Sam was between us.

"Should we have some wine?" I asked them both.

"Yes!" Cindy responded immediately.

"I'm not sure. I have to go home and fix dinner for Bill tonight. I usually cook a big meal on Thursdays." Sam said. I could see she was wondering what was going to happen this afternoon. She had followed my directions on the manner of dress, but the dress was a little longer than I wanted.

"No problem. It's only noon. You can handle a little wine. I'll call Bill later and tell him if you can't get home to fix him dinner."

She voiced no further objections so I ordered a bottle of wine, and then we ordered our lunch. As soon as the waitress was gone I said to Cindy. "Unbutton some more buttons. I want to see some cleavage!" Another one of my fantasies that I thought would always remain a fantasy was to make my wife flash a little. She had voiced the same desires this week for the first time, and I thought I would start working on this.

Cindy laughed and immediately opened three buttons. Now her blouse was open to the middle of her breasts and you could see her cleavage. I could see Sam checking it out.

"You like her breasts, Sam?" As soon as I asked that, she blushed again and looked down. "Don't worry. They are, after all, fabulous tits." My wife beamed and made sure she sat up straight. "They are really firm and the nipples are fantastic. Go ahead, feel them!"

Sam hesitated, but she looked directly at Cindy's tits and Cindy pushed her chest out a little.

"Sam, what did I just order you to do?" She started to reach for Cindy's tits.

"No, first tell me what I said. Then do it."

"You told me to feel Cindy's tits."

"Good girl. Now do it, but not for too long. We don't want Cindy to get too carried away."

Cindy chuckled at that, and Sam reached over and stuck her left hand into Cindy's blouse, feeling her right breast. She squeezed the entire thing and then ran her fingers across the nipple as she withdrew her hand. Cindy moaned a little and both her nipples hardened and poked out against her blouse.

Just then the waitress brought lunch. Sam jerked her hand back and looked away. The waitress put the plates on the table and when she met my eyes she smirked. She must have seen what was going on. I just smiled. When she walked away, I checked her out more closely; a little chunky, but nice tits and ass. She was wearing a white shirt and black skirt. It seemed that that was the standard restaurant dress as everyone was in white on black. I leaned over a little to watch her go and Cindy followed my eyes. She smiled at me.

"See something interesting, sir?" She got into her sub role very quickly.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. That waitress seemed to know what was going on over here and I think she likes it."

Sam looked a little stricken. "I don't want her to think that I'm a slut!"

"Sam... Sam." I turned to her and patted her hand on the table. "You are a slut, my dear. My personal little slut."

She looked at me a little shocked, her mouth open. Then she closed her mouth, lowered her eyes, and said, "Yes, sir."

"Sam, look at me." She raised her eyes and looked at me. "Sam, after the other night, I thought being controlled like this turned you on and it was something you liked. Are you not turned on right now? Aren't you enjoying this?"

"Yes, sir." She lowered her eyes again. "I like it." She hesitated, searching for the right words. "It's humiliating and scary, and I sometimes want to protest against it, but at the same time, I want you to make me do it. I can't really explain it, even to myself; except that I want you to make me do things that I'm uncomfortable with and sometimes humiliate me. I find that even when I'm scared and humiliated, I'm so turned on that I get soaking wet." She put her hands over her face. "What's happening to me?"

"Nothing's happening to you." I tried to calm her fears. I put my hand on one of her hands and Cindy put hers on the other as we soothed her fears. "There are people like this all over the world, and just because you are a little different from the boring folks doesn't make you a bad person. It just means that other things turn you on."

She looked up at me, with a pleading look. "Really? It's okay?" I couldn't believe how innocent and naïve she seemed.

"Yes, Sam, it's okay. There's nothing wrong with you. Some people like dark beer and some like wheat beer, and some don't like beer at all. It's the same with sex and everything else. Everyone is different and that's what makes the world interesting and exciting!"

She managed a little smile. "Okay, thanks... I think."

After we had finished our food, I decided to turn up the heat by making her more uncomfortable. "So tell me Sam, did you like it when Cindy kissed you and swapped Bill's cum with you last Saturday?"

She didn't raise her lowered eyes, just meekly said. "Yes."

"Have you ever had any experiences with a woman before?"

"No." Sam said it quickly, but the way her eyes started to look up at me and by the surprise on her face, I could tell that maybe that wasn't the complete truth."

"C'mon, Sam. You can tell Cindy and me. After all, we're all fuck buddies here."

She hesitated, glancing at Cindy, who was grinning widely, then me, and then around the nearby vicinity.

"It was when I was in college. My roommate and I were out bar-hopping. She met this guy and we were all ******** heavily. When we got back to the room, I kind of stayed out of the way because I could tell that she wanted to... you know... fuck the guy. They were just getting ready to have sex when he got sick and ran into the bathroom and threw up. That kind of killed the mood for them and he staggered out of our place to go home. My roommate came back and said she was still very horny. I didn't say anything, but then she was suddenly cuddling up to me in bed. She started running her hands all over me, and I was ***** and horny, too. The next thing I know, she is going down on me. The next morning I woke up and we both acted like it didn't happen. We never did anything like that again."

"Did you have an orgasm from her?"

"Yes." I could barely hear her answers.

"Did you return the favor?"

"No, we were so ***** that after that we both just crashed."

Just then the waitress came to clear the dishes. She asked if we needed dessert, but we all declined and I asked for the bill. Before she came back with it, I decided to play some more.

"Cindy, unbutton one more button. Then open your blouse so that both tits are on display. Sam, reach over and hold her left tit until the waitress brings the bill back. I want her to see you fondling Cindy."

Cindy just beamed her approval and complied immediately. Sam hesitated, but then, after looking at me, did as I commanded.

When the waitress returned, she hesitated when she first saw what was going on. Then she grinned and put the bill on the table. Before she could leave I spoke to her.

"Don't you think my wife has great tits?" I said it quietly, but loud enough for her to hear.

She turned and stared directly at Cindy's tits and Sam holding the left one. "Oh, yeah! Those are some really good tits!" Then she reached out and tweaked Cindy's right nipple! Cindy squealed a little and smiled. The waitress looked back and me and then Sam. Sam blushed and looked down, but didn't remove her hand. The waitress then turned to me and said. "You should see my little bitch. She has large double-D tits and I love to make her show them off."

I was a little startled, but I think I recovered nicely. I looked at her nametag. "I would love to see that, Christina."

She reached down and picked up the bill and my credit card that I put on top of it. "I'll be right back."

Hmmm. I thought she was going to say something else, but she didn't. What did that mean? I was hoping she was going to get involved with us, but there was no hint of it.

"Okay, ladies, that's enough." I wanted them on display for the waitress, but somebody less understanding may wander by. Sam immediately put her hand in her lap and Cindy closed her blouse. "But don't button up." I told Cindy.

Cindy smiled at me. Her beautiful tits would be barely contained this way, but she was really enjoying her new found freedom. Of course, so was I.

Christina brought my credit card and the bill back for me to sign. I signed it and took my credit card. Christina stayed there waiting. Then, after I had signed, she handed me a slip of paper. I opened it and it had her name and phone number on it. I looked up at her and smiled.

"Thank you, Christina. I look forward to seeing you again."

She looked at me and smiled. "How about this afternoon? Today is my early shift and get off at 2. My roommate Josie will be home."

I looked at Sam and Cindy. Cindy was smiling and nodding her head. Sam still refused to meet my eyes.

"We'd love to. Just tell us where."

She took a pen and wrote down an address. It was only a couple of miles away.

"We'll be there." I said.

"Make sure you bring the shy one." Christina said looking at Sam. "I like 'em like that."

Sam suddenly looked up and met Christina's eyes. Christina blew her a kiss and Sam blushed more than I could believe and then looked down again.

"She'll be there." I said to Christina.

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