Day 158 Saturday
"Fuck me," Denise shouted. She was on the table with her legs spread wide open. Dale was busy thrusting into her with vigorous driving strokes. Dale would pull back until his cock had almost left her cunt and then drive forward causing Denise to rock back and forth. Although she was still a large woman, she no longer had rolls of fat that moved to and fro.
Karen watched the action from the doorway of the dining room with an open mouth. She couldn't believe Denise. For years the overweight woman had worked for her and had never given a sign that she was such a slut. It was lunch time and this was the second time that day when Denise had sex with Dale.
It was almost painful for Karen to watch the action. She crossed her arms feeling dirty. She couldn't believe that she sucked his cock in front of one of her employees. It didn't matter to her that she hadn't enjoyed doing it. It had been a shameful thing to do. It didn't help that she had accepted it as a symbol of her acceptance of his terms. She wondered if the price was too high. She turned away and marched off.
Dale came with a roar enjoying the newfound enthusiasm that Denise had towards sex. She gave herself over to it with the same kind of willingness possessed by Candy. She wasn't nearly as skilled as Candy, but she made up for it with her attitude.
Denise was enjoying sex for the first time in her life. This wasn't the furtive act of pleasuring herself under the covers of her bed. This wasn't the shame filled sexual liaisons with a man who was fucking a fat woman because nothing better was available. It wasn't even the sex that she gave to obtain something important to her. This was sex that she engaged in for her pleasure without any sense of shame. She had accepted that she was a sexual person and that it felt good.
When Dale pulled out of her, she sat up on the table still breathing heavy. She said, "Wow. It just gets better and better."
Dale looked over at the door and said, "We lost our audience."
"So what?"
Dale laughed and said, "Nothing. She's having second doubts. I'll have her suck me off this afternoon and tonight."
"Are you sure? I'd like to do that," Denise said making an offer that had been impossible five months earlier.
"Don't you have a date with Lawrence?"
"Yes. Larry is coming over," Denise said.
"I think you might want to entertain him in the privacy of your room," Dale said with a smile.
"On the first date?"
Dale laughed and said, "You're forgetting that he's in Michelle's program. He won't think anything wrong about you going at it like bunnies on the first date."
"What does Michelle do in her program?" Denise asked.
"She teaches them how to stop being socially inept nerds. You saw how she explained things to Lawrence yesterday in the backyard," Dale said.
"I did think it was rather unusual," Denise said. Whenever one of the men made a social error, she had immediately corrected him and explained the proper approach to dealing with the situation. She'd never seen anyone do that before.
"She makes them pay for her time by giving her lots of sexual attention. Those guys make it with her two or three times a day," Dale said.
"She has sex eight times a day?" Denise asked.
"At least that many times a day. My big sister is practically insatiable," Dale said. He said, "You'll find that Lawrence will be a little quick to finish, but she'll fix that over time. She's pretty good at teaching the men stamina and skills in bed."
"Your family is kind of weird," Denise said.
Dale laughed and said, "We're descendants of Satyrs and Wood Nymphs. In terms of human sexuality, we have libidos that are well outside the norm, but we've learned to cope."
"You call this coping?" Denise asked.
Dale raised his arms and said, "We'd spend all of our time in bed if we could. We have a cousin who earns her living as a prostitute over in Holland. Her brother died in prison. One of the women he was with cried rape and he was locked up. The frustration was too much for him and after three days he committed suicide."
"Wow," Denise said.
"My aunt was a rather famous swinger. She made the rounds of just about every swinging party in Los Angeles back in the day," Dale said.
"That's amazing," Denise said unable to believe what he was saying.
"I remember as kids going over to my grandparent's house for visits. Half of the time, we'd find them going at it in the living room. It didn't matter that they were in their seventies. Members of my family are driven to have sex. It takes years for us to find someone who has a sex drive and intelligence that can equal ours. When we finally find them, we get married. It has been like that in my family for as long as we can remember," Dale said.
Curious, Denise asked, "So how did you come up with the idea of the program?"
Dale said, "Back when we were in high school, Michelle and I were talking one day about how hard it was to get laid with any kind of regularity. I told her that all of the science geeks that I knew were horny little bastards that couldn't talk to girls. She'd have a field day with them if she'd just teach them how to interact with people. She told me that if I could help the fat girls get thin, that I'd have a harem of devoted slaves. We laughed about it, but the idea for the program was born.
"Well, things kind of escalated from there. Driven by our need to get laid, we worked out the details of our individual programs. We worked harder on setting up the program than we did starting our businesses. I studied every diet plan in the world and came to the conclusion that it was just a matter of eating a balanced diet in moderation and exercise. She studied every book on behavioral modification that she could find. I helped her understand the male participants and she helped me understand the woman.
"The program worked and it worked a whole lot better than we imagined. By the end of my sophomore year in high school, I was getting sex two and three times a day from five different girls. The other guys in school were lucky if they got laid three times in their entire high school career."
"I'm pretty sure that the fat girls in high school weren't all that easy to convince that they would have to have sex with you as a condition of being in the program," Denise said.
Dale said, "For the first few girls, it was more promissory than pay as you go. It didn't take me long to realize that wasn't a viable strategy. However, as one program participant talked the next one into joining the process became a whole lot smoother."
"Oh," Denise said. She could see how Susan would have been able to talk her into it back in high school when they'd really been miserable and still dreamed of a Prince Charming coming to rescue them.
"I continued with the program through college and developed it further. Not only did I help the women lose weight, I also helped them develop a lot more self-esteem. The young women graduated college a thousand times more confident and the vast majority of them have gone on to become very successful in their chosen fields. The pictures on the wall are of the most recent program participants. I've had almost fifty women go through the program."
"Why do you have the pictures in your study?"
Dale said, "Well, one day I realized that I was forgetting the women who had gone through the program. I decided that it would be nice to take their pictures to have something to remember them by. As computers became more common, I added the time-lapse movies of their progress. Michelle and I work hard to make sure that we keep our promises.
"I'm ashamed to say that my family hasn't always been all that nice about how they've gone about getting sex. More than a few members have blackmailed their way into some victim's bed. Michelle and I have always felt that our approach was a lot more ethical. At least we deliver on our promises."
"What about Claire?"
"Claire just pays her women to live with her. She can afford to do that. She's wealthier than Michelle and I combined. I guess that is a reasonable solution when you can afford it," Dale answered.
"You're kidding? She's that rich?"
Dale nodded his head and said, "She patented a couple of ideas while still in college. She made a lot of money out of them."
"I didn't realize that," Denise said.
Dale smiled and said, "Stupidity and a high libido is not a combination that bodes well for survival."
"I never thought about that," Denise said.
Dale said, "My family tree is pruned quite regularly. The ones who survive are usually the smartest of the bunch."
"Wow," Denise said.
Dale said, "You might have noticed that we have a very strong incest taboo."
"I kind of noticed that," Denise said.
Dale said, "Let me tell you that it was very hard growing up with two horny sisters without having sex with them, particularly when I was driven to sex as much as I am. After a few days without getting laid, I'd be climbing the walls. Mom and Dad beat us to an inch of our lives if we even touched each other in the most casual manner. If they had to leave the house for any period of time, they'd lock me in my room just to make sure that nothing happened."
"I would think it would be the easiest solution," Denise said feeling a little sick even making the suggestion.
Dale said, "Any child produced as a result of an incestuous relationship within my family tree has been an absolute monster. In the previous generation there was one who raped and killed fifteen girls over a three day period. He was only fourteen. He isn't the worst example. I don't even like to think about what some of them did."
Denise said, "You have a very weird family tree."
"I guess you could say that," Dale said with a short laugh.
"So you're sending Karen over to Claire for ten days," Denise said. She was curious what Dale hoped to accomplish by that.
"That's right. Karen needs to face her control issues and I can't think of anyone better at that than Claire," Dale said. He smiled and said, "Karen will be trussed up faster than a pig at a barbecue. Twenty four hours a day of erotic video coupled with nearly constant sexual teasing will have her facing her sexuality head on. Can you imagine what she'll feel like after ten days of being touched and petted? If I know Claire, Karen won't experience even a single orgasm until she's delivered back to me."
"No, I can't," Denise said with a shiver. She couldn't imagine such a thing happening to someone.
"Claire once kept a woman on the verge of coming for five straight days. It was a most amazing demonstration of control that I've ever heard of," Dale said with a smile. The poor woman had been frantic to reach an orgasm. She had tried everything possible to get enough sensation to take her over the edge, but Claire had prevented it. Seeing Denise's shocked expression, he added, "The woman had asked her to do that."
"It has to be impossible to keep someone in that state. I mean, they could do it themselves," Denise said.
"Claire is very resourceful. She made an outfit that kept the woman from being able to touch herself or rub up against anything. It was like a big balloon around the woman's private parts. Claire even took care of the hygiene matters just to make sure that nothing happened," Dale said. He frowned and said, "I wish Claire had been able to take her today. I'm going to have to put up with lousy blowjobs and tepid sex for the next two days."
"She promised Candy that she'd reward her for her time spent with you," Denise said.
"I know," Dale said.
Karen was sulking in the basement complaining bitterly about the bizarre turn her life had just taken. She wondered if the chance to be introduced to Albert was worth living in the house with Dale. His rules were impossible, but she had signed the paper saying that she'd service him upon demand or leave without chance of return. She was pretty sure that if she left, she'd never get a chance to meet Albert.
She rubbed herself between her legs thinking about Albert. He was everything that she wanted in a man. His professional interests were even of interest to her. She had nearly fainted when he heard him describe what he was look for in a woman. His contradictory desires fit her desires like a glove. She wondered what he looked like.
Denise had chained her and Candy in that little enclosure like dogs on a leash. Poor Candy had nearly choked herself trying to get to Bill. She'd never seen a woman act like that. Candy had whimpered when the men had left.
Denise had said that Dale had promised to make her dreams come true if she went through the program. She hadn't believed it until she heard Albert talking. He was so close and yet so far away. She hated Dale for keeping her away from him. She hated Dale for knowing her secrets. She hated him for knowing that she'd never be able to keep Albert until she came to grips with her sexuality. That was the worst sin as far as she was concerned.
She looked up when Dale entered the basement. She snarled, "What do you want?"
"A blowjob," Dale answered opening his robe.
She stared at his cock and thought about saying no. Then she thought about Albert. She went over and got down on her knees. She looked up at him and said, "I hope you know that I don't want to do this."
"I know," Dale said.
"I could charge you with rape," Karen said.
"You could, but it wouldn't stick," Dale replied hoping that every time wasn't going to be like this.
"It is coerced sex," Karen said.
"Have I threatened you in any way?" Dale asked in a conversational tone of voice.
"No," Karen said glowering at him.
"Would you please start sucking my cock?"
Karen knew that further argument wasn't going to get her out of it. Reluctantly, she slipped his cock into her mouth. She was divided in her desires. On one hand she didn't really want to perform in a way that would let him come, but she was pretty sure that she'd end up with his cock in her mouth for the rest of the day. On the other hand, she wanted to get him off as quick as possible so that this nightmare would come to an end.
After fifteen minutes, Dale said, "I can stand here all day."
Karen eased off his cock and said, "You bastard."
"Suck it," Dale said.
Karen worked over his cock bringing him to a climax. She spat his come out of her mouth and said, "I don't swallow."
"You will," Dale said with an evil little smile.
"You can't make me," Karen said.
Dale leaned down to her and said, "One day soon you will do anything I ask. You'll swallow my come. You'll drink my piss if I ask you to do it."
"No way," Karen said horrified at the idea.
He smiled and said, "Don't worry. I won't make you drink my piss. That's a violation of the house rules."
"You're a bastard," Karen said forgetting that her business depended upon his continued patronage.
"Not really, but you can believe what you want," Dale said without taking offense. He had women say worse things to him. He imagined that by Monday morning, Karen will have said worse things. He smiled at the thought of what was going to happen Monday morning.
"I hate you," Karen said.
Dale smiled and said, "I've invited Albert over this afternoon to talk about his ideas for the new class of computers."
"You have," Karen said looking at him.
"Yes. I'm thinking about investing in the idea," Dale said.
Karen smiled and said, "I'll get to met him."
"No you aren't. I'm going to insist that you stay in a different room with a gag. I'd hate for you to ruin your chance with him by getting together with him before you are ready for a real relationship," Dale said.
"A gag?" Karen asked staring at Dale in horror. He nodded his head and smiled. She glared at him and said, "There's no way that I'm going to wear a gag."
"I guess you could stay in the basement, but that way you won't learn more about Albert. It is a pity, he really sounds like an interesting guy," Dale said with a wry smile.
"Where will I be if I accept wearing the gag?" Karen asked.
"That's a very interesting question. I'm sure you'd love to know the answer to that," Dale said.
"Tell me," Karen demanded.
"Denise will be entertaining Lawrence while I'm talking to Albert. I figure you can sit in her room while that is happening," Dale said.
"In her room? While she's entertaining Lawrence?"
"That's right. They'll demonstrate what it is like when a couple really enjoys each other," Dale said.
"That's sick," Karen said.
"While you're watching them make like bunnies, you'll be able to listen to Albert and imagine that you and he are doing the same kind of things," Dale said. He bit his lower lip and then added, "I think you'll have a very interesting afternoon."
"You are really a sick mother fucker," Karen said.
Dale laughed and said, "You aren't the first woman who has told me that. I doubt you'll be the last."
"I won't do it."
"Fine," Dale said turning to leave the basement.
Thinking about how her biological clock was ticking away, Karen sat in the room watching Denise and Larry make love. It wasn't the frantic kind of activity that she had watched occur between Dale and Denise. This was much more loving and giving.
Even as the action took place in front of her, she could hear every word that Albert was saying to Dale. The man was so brilliant that it hurt. He talked about the architecture that he was pursing and how the parts would work together. He talked about the kinds of vision processing algorithms that he anticipated having to support. He described how all of the software components already existed, but that they weren't able to function together because of hardware limitations that couldn't be corrected with faster processors.
Karen understood everything he said, but was shocked at how he put the different parts together to come up with new ideas. She could see the system running based on his description of it. The man was phenomenal and she wanted him more than ever.
When Dale started talking business, Albert faltered feeling out of his depth. Karen wanted to rush in and help him out. She would have charged out there, but she was handcuffed to the chair. She was stuck watching Karen and listening to Albert. She was so frustrated she wanted to cry.
She sat there trying to think at Albert that he shouldn't commit to anything at the present. Dale could be a shark in business and she knew it. Her current situation attested to that fact. She looked over at Denise and Larry amazed at the tenderness that appeared to exist between the two of them. She shook her head thinking about what a social idiot Larry was, but at least he was well meaning.
Tears started flowing down her cheeks. Nothing made sense to her anymore. A fat woman was finding love in front of her. The man of her dreams was on the other side of the wall and she couldn't get to him. She was naked and servicing a man she'd come to hate. What kind of rabbit hole had she entered? She wondered how Alice had managed to stay sane during her voyage through Wonderland.
She tried to see if she could get the handcuffs off, but failed. Dale changed the subject to Albert's desires in a woman. She listened as Albert described his ideal woman. He had no idea that he was describing her. It hurt to hear him talk about the woman of his dreams as if she didn't exist. She existed and she was just a few feet away from him. She tried to scream, but the gag prevented any sound from leaving her mouth.
Dale prompted the discussion to extract every bit of detail about Albert's wants and desires. When the conversation turned to sexual matters, Karen froze in place and listened to each word that Albert said. She wasn't the woman he described. She covered her eyes and cried in frustration.
Denise and Larry finished their activities in bed. Denise turned to face Karen while Larry spooned against her back. She commented, "Karen really looks upset."
Larry looked over Denise's head and said, "She's crying. Should we do something?"
Denise smiled and said, "No."
Karen wanted to shout at her, but the gag stopped her. She wondered what kind of woman could sit by and watch another woman suffer like that. She struggled to pull the handcuffs off the chair.
Denise said, "I used to be a fat woman."
"You say that like it is something horrible," Larry said. He ran a hand over her breast enjoying the nice soft feel of it.
"Oh it is horrible. Fat women wallow in their misery. They don't see anything pretty or nice. All they think about is how fat they are and how people won't like them because of their size. Fat women are nasty to the people around them. It is a defensive kind of thing," Denise said.
"Oh," Larry said.
Denise said, "Dale has all kinds of categories for women. I don't know what kind of woman Karen is. She's got a lot of the traits of a fat woman except for the fat."
"She's rather attractive," Larry said.
Denise looked back at him and said, "Don't you know that it isn't proper to praise the appearance of another woman after you've just made love to someone?"
"Oh, sorry," Larry said.
"I'm teasing, but you're right. She is an attractive woman. Maybe one day we could share her," Denise said.
"You mean like in a threesome?" Larry asked.
"That's one of your fantasies, isn't it?" Denise asked.
"Yes."
"Then we'll make it happen one day," Denise said looking over at Karen.
Karen was staring at her wide-eyed and shaking her head. Little noises emerged around the gag. Larry commented, "She doesn't seem to like the idea."
"Oh, she'll like it soon enough. If she wants to please Albert, she'll want to learn how to do all kinds of things in bed," Denise said.
"Albert does have a rather active imagination when it comes to sex," Larry said.
"Really? I bet Karen would love to know what kinds of things Albert enjoys," Denise said. When Larry started to talk, she interrupted and said, "But I think that Albert should be the one to tell her."
"You're probably right," Larry said.
Feeling his erection pressing against her ass, she said, "All of this talk of threesomes has gotten me excited. Are you ready to go another round?"
"Your wish is my command," Larry said.