Day 2 Thursday
Denise woke to Susan's shout through the basement door that it was her turn to prepare breakfast. She sat up and took stock of her surroundings. The basement walls were painted a plain white. The concrete floor was barren of any kind of carpeting. Her bed was simple without a headboard. There was a basic bathroom with a small corner shower, a simple porcelain toilet, and a simple sink. The other side of the basement held the exercise equipment. One corner of the room had the curtains where she had given Dale the blowjob on her first night there. Her clothes were hanging on a rack in that little corner. There were no walls that could give the illusion of privacy except in that little corner or the bathroom.
She climbed up the stairs and entered the first floor. On her way to the kitchen, she glanced in the dining room. Susan was lying on the table with her legs spread wide and Dale was busy fucking her. She stared at the sight unable to believe what she was seeing. Susan's breasts were bouncing in time to Dale's thrusts into her. She wrapped her ankles around him; drawing him deeper into her with each thrust.
Denise couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene. She could see his balls swinging to and fro.
His cock sliding into and out of Susan's cunt was impossible to ignore. It wasn't only a visual display. Susan was vocalizing her appreciation of the sex act. He was grunting with each thrust into her. There was the sound of body slamming into body. The scent of sex hung heavily in the air.
Disgusted, Denise went into the kitchen to start cooking the oatmeal for breakfast unable to get the image of what she had seen out of her mind. The expressions on their faces didn't reflect loving feelings. They had looked almost pained. Moving like a robot, she went through the motions of preparing breakfast.
An extra loud grunt from Dale announced that the pair were about to finish their coupling. She filled three bowls with oatmeal and carried them out to the table. Naked, Susan was sitting in a chair with a flushed appearance. Dale was wearing his robe and breathing heavily. Denise looked down at Susan when she was setting the bowl in front of her. Dale's come was seeping out of her cunt onto the towel that covered the seat of the chair. Denise nearly dropped the bowl of oatmeal.
Susan sighed and said, "Thanks, I needed that."
"You're welcome," Denise said.
Susan laughed and said, "I wasn't talking to you."
"Oh," Denise said embarrassed at her misunderstanding. She couldn't imagine thanking Dale for having his way with her.
Dale said, "You're a very sexy woman, Susan. If Chuck doesn't marry you, then he's a fool."
"Chuck is not a fool," Susan said with a smile. Chuck was a brilliant young man who was going to make a mark on this world.
"You have a date with him tonight?" Dale asked.
"Yes," Susan answered.
"Maybe he'll propose to you tonight," Dale said.
"I doubt it. He's still got five months to go with Michelle," Susan answered.
"Who's Michelle?" Denise asked. She took a spoonful of oatmeal and forced it in her mouth.
She really hated oatmeal.
"Michelle is a woman that runs a program like mine for men," Dale answered.
"Does she make them satisfy her sexual urges?" Denise asked with more than a little bitterness.
Susan nodded her head and answered, "She's harder on them than Dale is on us. I have to admit that I do appreciate how she's taught him to go down on a woman. He's got a great tongue."
"You're kidding," Denise said.
"Not at all. He's really good in bed. Maybe I'll let you experience Chuck after you've stopped being a fat woman," Susan said.
"What?" Denise asked shocked at the suggestion.
"Eat up," Dale said gesturing to the oatmeal. He said, "There's nothing worse than cold oatmeal."
Denise ate her oatmeal wondering when Susan had turned into a slut. Before she knew it, she had finished the bowl of oatmeal. She waited for Dale to say the words that she was sure would come next. The last thing she wanted to do was suck him off after he had finished having sex with Susan. A shudder of disgust went through her body at the thought.
Dale finished his oatmeal and pushed the bowl away. He sighed and said, "I better get ready to go to work."
Denise watched him leave the table. She said, "I was sure that he was going to ask me for a blowjob."
"You sound disappointed," Susan said with a smile.
"No. I'm just surprised," Denise said.
"Don't be surprised. He's already come twice this morning," Susan said. She frowned and then asked, "You're still on the pill, aren't you?"
"Yes," Denise answered. She hadn't required them much in the past, but it never hurt to be prepared. Fat women couldn't insist on condoms.
Susan said, "Good. He'll probably take you two or three times tonight. If you're lucky, maybe he'll fuck you."
"Lucky me," Denise said sarcastically.
Susan frowned and then said, "You might want to use some lubricant. With that kind of attitude you'll probably be too dry for it to be pleasant."
"What in the hell happened to you? He's basically raping us," Denise said. Her voice had risen to a screech by the end of her objection.
"No he's not and I never want to hear you say that again. He's having consensual sex with us.
You haven't told him no," Susan said although there had been a time when she had felt the same way.
"We don't have much choice," Denise said sullenly.
Susan stood and pointed to the front door. She said, "You can walk out that door anytime you want. No one is stopping you. You are sucking him off because that is the price you are willing to pay for being in the program. Remember that the next time you have his cock in your mouth or cunt or ass. You are doing it because you are willing to do it."
"My ass?" Denise asked wide-eyed.
"Of course," Susan said.
"There's no way I'm going to let him put his cock in my ass," Denise declared flatly.
"Don't knock it until you've tried it," Susan said. She wondered how Denise was going to react when Dale presented her with an enema kit. She said, "Let's get these dishes done and pack our lunches."
The day passed quickly, although Denise didn't get much work done at the office. Before she knew it, she found herself at home sucking off Dale when he returned to the house. Susan had watched although there wasn't much to be seen. Dale had sent Denise behind the curtain and had her suck his cock between the curtains again. Resigned to that kind of treatment, Denise had done what was necessary to get him off.
An hour later, Chuck arrived at the house. Denise had been in the kitchen and had walked out to find that she was standing naked in front of a complete stranger. It took her a second to realize that the man was Susan's boyfriend. Despite being embarrassed by her nudity, she took a moment to examine him. In the same way that Dale was not an impressive male specimen, she was a little disappointed by Chuck's appearance. He had short cropped hair with thick black glasses. His ears seemed to stick out just a little too much. His clothes were fashionable enough, but he didn't seem to wear them with the kind of comfort that one would have if that was their normal attire.
Chuck and Dale greet each other like long lost friends. After exchanging a little small talk, Dale asked, "Where are you taking Susan?"
"I thought we'd go out to eat and then to a movie," Chuck answered.
"Afterwards?"
"Michelle suggested that I bring her over to the house," Chuck answered.
Dale laughed and said, "I was going to suggest bringing her here. I'm sure that she'd enjoy a Susan sandwich."
"Maybe next time. I think that Michelle has plans for the evening," Chuck said with a smile.
Susan came out of her room and looked around. The outfit that Susan was wearing was definitely sexy although Denise had to admit that it wasn't slutty. The dress hugged her figure quite nicely. The neckline showed off a very nice cleavage. The modest heels did help shape her legs. It was hard to tell, but she was wearing real stockings and not panty hose. She said, "Did I hear someone mention a Susan sandwich?"
Shocked by the nature of the discussion the men had been having, Denise felt that Susan should know what they were saying about her. She answered, "Yes."
"That will be fun. I like having both holes filled at the same time," Susan said brightly. She greeted Chuck with a hug and a very passionate kiss.
"What?" Denise said thinking that Susan had definitely turned into a slut. She was afraid that the same future held for her.
Chuck said, "Sorry, but not tonight. Michelle suggested that I bring you over to our place."
"That sounds like fun. Who gets to wear the dildo?" Susan asked as she winked at Chuck.
He blushed and answered, "I'm not sure what Michelle has in mind for tonight."
Denise looked around at the people in the room with her. She wasn't sure who was going to be using a dildo on whom, but it didn't matter. People didn't talk about doing things like that in front of others. Incredulous, she asked, "Am I surrounded by perverts?"
"No," Susan answered feeling a little insulted by the question. The three of them had just been engaging in a little light hearted banter.
Dale frowned at hearing the question and then said, "Denise, suck my cock."
"In front of him?" Denise asked incredulously while pointing at Chuck.
"Yes. I want your mouth on my cock right now," Dale said. He looked over at Susan and said,
"Find something to cover her."
"Yes, Dale," Susan said.
Chuck stood by watching as Denise slowly lowered herself to her knees. Her face was burning with shame. She was the only one naked in the room. Tears welled up while she unzipped the zipper on Dale's trousers. She glanced over at Chuck ashamed of what she was about to do.
Susan returned and threw a blanket over Denise. Dale said, "Thank you, Susan. I hate looking at a fat woman while I'm having sex."
"I guess I can understand that," Chuck said watching the blanket move around while Denise sucked the cock in her mouth.
Susan said, "Give her time."
"Fat women are lousy sex partners. If my needs weren't so strong I wouldn't bother," Dale said.
"Okay," Chuck said.
Dale said, "One day she'll figure it out and then it will be good."
"I remember the first time you came over. I must have been horrible. I'm surprised that you ever returned," Susan said. She had still been a fat woman at the time.
"You've got to thank Michelle for that," Chuck said. He had sworn that he would never return to this house after his first time with Susan.
"I'll be sure to do that tonight," Susan said.
"It doesn't look like Dale is enjoying the blowjob," Chuck commented.
"She is kind of apathetic," Susan said looking at the blanket.
Listening to the conversation going on around her, Denise was crying so hard that it was almost impossible to perform. This had moved beyond humiliating into complete degradation. She was almost ready to storm out of the house when Chuck said, "There's so much difference between having sex with a fat woman and a sexual woman who happens to be overweight. I was lucky that you realized that before I came over the second time."
"Denise has at least six months to go before she comes to that realization," Susan said shaking her head.
Dale said, "I wish she'd get to work on my cock. This is almost painful."
Denise pulled her mouth off his cock and shouted, "Well excuse me, Mr. Suck Me Whenever I Command It."
Impatient to start her date, Susan said, "Denise, stop talking and suck his cock. We won't get out of here until you finish him off."
Shaking his head, Chuck asked, "It's that bad, huh?"
"Yes," Dale said disgusted.
"I feel sorry for you," Chuck said shaking his head.
Dale smiled and said, "Don't. One day she'll figure it all out and then every bad blowjob and lousy lay will have been worth it."
"There is that," Chuck said nodding his head in agreement. He imagined that once she stopped thinking of herself as a fat woman that she'd be great in bed. The difference in Susan between the first and second visit had been striking.
Dale said, "The only thing worse in bed than a fat woman is a Fashion Queen."
"I wouldn't know about that," Chuck said. Until he had hooked up with Michelle he hadn't had much experience with women.
Not having heard the term before in this context, Susan asked, "What is a Fashion Queen?"
Dale answered, "That's a woman who is only concerned with her appearance. In bed she acts like she's posing for a camera. There is no feeling there. She moves from facial expression to facial expression as if she has to pause for each shot. It is like fucking a manikin."
Chuck said, "That sounds horrible."
"I bet," Susan said.
Denise stopped sucking on the cock and said, "Would you at least pay attention to the blowjob?"
"Start giving me something that is even close to a blowjob and I will," Dale replied irritated. He grimaced as she roughly gripped his cock to yank it down to her mouth.
Susan said, "Suck on the head. Run your tongue around the ridge at the base of his head. Use your hand to stimulate his shaft."
Denise went back to work on the cock. She would never be able to express how humiliating she had found this entire experience. It seemed like an hour passed before he erupted. At the last minute, he had pulled back and sprayed her face. Even as her hand had moved up to wipe it off, he said, "Leave the come where it is. Now clean off my cock and put it back in my trousers."
"I didn't sign up for this kind of treatment," Denise said before putting his cock back in her mouth.
As soon as she had zipped him up, the blanket was removed. She rose from her knees and looked around. Streaks of come crossed her face and hung off her breasts. Mortified, she stood there as everyone looked at her. She glared at them and said, "Don't stare at me."
Susan frowned and leaned over to Denise. She whispered, "Remember my advice. Fill yourself with some lubrication and refresh it frequently. He's not going to wait for you when he's ready to fuck you."
Denise stared at her friend wondering what had happened to her. The comments made while she had been giving Dale the blowjob had felt like knives to the stomach. She said, "There's no way I'm going to let him fuck me."
Susan said, "I guess it is time for us to get to our date."
"We'll be back early enough for you to take her picture tonight," Chuck said.
Dale said, "Good."
"Say goodbye to Denise," Susan said.
Chuck shook hands with Denise. He said, "It has been nice meeting you."
"Maybe next time she'll be a nice person," Dale said.
With tears flowing down her cheeks, Denise said, "I hate you. I hate you all."
Denise stomped towards the basement convinced that Susan had been transformed into a whore. She was going to pack up her stuff and leave. She went into the little fake closet and grabbed her suitcase. Without taking too much care, she threw the clothes into it and slammed shut the lid. Alone in the room, she shouted, "How dare they talk trash about me like that?"
Her anger slowly turned to sadness. She sat down on the floor and started crying. All she wanted was to lose a little weight. She didn't want to be a come receptacle for some asshole.
She wiped the come off of her face. There was nothing more degrading than walking around like that. She said, "Even whores don't do that."
It took fifteen minutes to get her tears under control well enough to leave. She picked up the suitcase and stepped out from behind the curtain. Dale was standing there with his arms crossed looking at her. He said, "Before you stomp out of here, I'd like to show you something."
"What?" Denise asked. She didn't want to talk to him. In fact, all she really wanted to do was slap him silly. He had humiliated her for the last time.
"Follow me," Dale said. He turned and walked to the stairs.
Not knowing what to expect, Denise followed him up the stairs. He led her to a room that she had never been in. There was an electronic piano against the wall. He unplugged the headphones and sat down in front of the keyboard. With spread fingers he slammed his hands against the keyboard for a solid three minutes. By the time he finished, Denise was ready to run from the room. He asked, "What do you think of my playing?"
"It sucks," Denise said.
Dale nodded his head and then started playing the piano like he really meant it. The notes of the classical piece filled the air. She didn't know the name of the piece, but she did recognize it.
He was good. In fact, he was really good.
After three minutes, he stopped and said, "That was the Pathétique Sonata. It is one of my favorite pieces by Beethoven. I learned the piano just to play that piece."
"Oh," Denise said.
"I spent years learning how to play in order to do justice to that one piece. Very little of that time was spent learning Pathetique. It was spent on endless drills that were brain numbingly boring. I learned songs that I detested just to improve the skills that my fingers needed in order to play that piece. In the end, it was all worth it," Dale said.
"It was beautiful," Denise said. No matter how much she hated him, she couldn't deny that he had played that song with great skill.
"The blowjob you gave me in the living room was much like the first way that I played the piano for you. It was uninspired, unskilled, and totally lacking in any interest on your part," Dale said.
"There's a difference. I don't want to have sex with you," Denise said.
"You want to get a loving husband. I'll tell you a little secret. If every time you have sex with a man is like that, you'll never get a loving husband. Your blowjob will send him running for the hills. You need to learn how to do satisfy a man before you meet your true love," Dale said.
"Millions of women have married men without sucking you off first," Denise said dismissively.
"Fifty percent of marriages end in divorce. Far too many men slip away from home and visit prostitutes to get sex acts their wives won't give them. Sometimes they come home with diseases. Sometimes they don't ever come home. Even amongst marriages that last, too many of them end with total strangers sharing a common dwelling.
"You don't see it because people don't talk about sex with any kind of honesty. People even lie to themselves. There are men who have minor curiosity about sex with other men that go around stomping on gays in an attempt to convince themselves that they are straight. There are women who hold back from their husbands because they think that passion makes them slutty.
"Learn the skills that will make you a good in bed so that you'll have them for when you find your true love. Then you can become the great lover that your man desires. Until then, I'm serving as the brain numbing boring drills that will enable you to become great in bed," Dale said.
"You really see yourself like that?" Denise asked. She laughed out loud at the idea of him sacrificing anything for her. There were no doubts in her mind that this man was deluded
"Yes. My cock has been sore after every blowjob that you've given me. I dread letting you near it," Dale said.
"You're kidding," Denise said. She couldn't believe that her blowjobs were that bad. She'd never heard of a man complaining about getting a bad blowjob. She'd heard men say that there was no such thing as a bad blowjob.
"No, I'm not," Dale said. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He pointed to it and said, "It is red and sore. If I twisted, mashed, and groped your breasts with the same disregard that you've shown my cock, you would have hauled off and hit me."
"I'm sorry," she said looking at his cock.
Dale said, "I am half-tempted to throw you out of the program. I'm getting too old to put up with this kind of shit."
"Oh," Denise said.
"Now go unpack your bag. We'll have dinner and then you'll do your exercises," Dale said.
"Yes, Dale," Denise said leaving the room. As the door closed behind her, she could hear him playing the piano. He was really good.
Dinner was a simple rack of lamb prepared by Dale. Watching him work made Denise realize that she didn't understand food nearly as well as he did. She realized that there was a vast difference in attitude towards food that existed between the two of them. He loved it. She hated it.
Dale looked over at her and said, "I like a side salad with rack of lamb. Would you mind preparing one?"
"No," Denise said. She went over to the refrigerator. She was very surprised by how much food was stuffed into that single box. She never filled her refrigerator in fear that she'd break down one day and eat everything in it. She asked, "What would you like in it?"
"Some carrots, tomatoes, radishes, bell pepper, olives, and onion would be good. There's some Italian dressing there, but don't drench the salad with it. Use just enough to flavor it," Dale answered.
The two worked in the kitchen without talking. Dale was focused on putting together a good meal and Denise didn't know what to talk about. At least it wasn't an uncomfortable silence.
Denise had enough on her mind that she didn't feel the need to engage in meaningless conversation.
After dinner, Denise went through the exercise program. Tonight it was sets of three. After her third sit up, she said, "This is stupid."
"What is stupid?" Dale asked.
"Why am I only doing three sit ups?" Denise asked in answer to his question.
"Could you do a hundred?" Dale asked.
"Not if I wanted to move the next day."
Dale said, "I didn't think so. A hundred days from now you will be able to do that many. You'll also be able to walk the next day."
"Oh," Denise said. She finished her little running in place for forty-five seconds and stood there with her hands on her hips. She asked, "What now?"
"Hit the sauna and then take a swim. I'll get you when I'm ready to take your picture for the video record of your progress," Dale said.
Denise enjoyed her time in the sauna and the pool although the time in the pool seemed far too short to her. Dale came out and said, "I'm ready to take your picture."
She climbed out of the pool and dried off. She thought about Susan's advice and decided that she might want to lubricate her lower area before getting her picture taken. The problem was that she didn't have any lubricant. She decided that she could skip it. It was a decision that she would regret. She had a feeling that Dale wasn't exactly happy either.