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Doctor's Orders
By OneIdleHand (oneidlehand@hotmail.com)
***
A wife's mid-life crisis turns into the couple's new
way of life. (M+/F, wife, voy, exh, mild-bd, mc, intr,
cream-pie, cuck)
***
The steam hung in the bathroom, but the hot water from
the shower had long since cooled to lukewarm. Steven's
thoughts were elsewhere, as he tightened the grip on
his cock, bringing it to its full 6-inch length. He had
that sense of energy that follows the tiredness from
hard work, and the sweat and dirt from mowing the lawn
had long since been washed from his body.
The bathing forgotten, it was the hardness of his cock
in his hand that captured his complete attention, as he
soaped and lathered it, stroking repeatedly. His balls
hung loosely as they swayed back and forth,
occasionally hitting against his hand.
He wasn't thinking of anything particular, but just
enjoying the time alone, comfortable with the thoughts
of how satisfying sex had been lately with his wife. He
felt the familiar stirrings within balls, and slowed
his pace somewhat, enjoying the ride along the edge
that precedes orgasm. He replaced the bar of soap in
the tray, and tried using his right hand to stroke
himself. Steven was right handed, but for whatever
reason, his left hand did that particular job the best.
It wasn't long before he was coming down from his
sensual high, and, really, he hadn't planned on cumming
in the shower, anyway. He didn't want to have to clean
it up or explain any sticky remains to his wife.
Hayley. His wife!
Thoughts of her quickly restored his cock to its full
size. Brunette, blue eyes, 37 years old, maybe 125 lbs.
Perfect tits. They hung only a little lower than when
they had first married 15 years earlier, and they had
grown two inches to 38-C's. Perfect.
Looking down, there was one sizeable drop of pre-cum
perched on the slit of his cock, and he cleaned it off
with the tip of his finger before the shower could wash
it away. The drop of pre-cum he savored on his tongue.
Why? Because he liked it. As he did this, he caught
himself on the edge of cumming, and abruptly stopped
the furious stroking of his cock... just in time.
Knowing that dinner would soon be ready, he turned off
the water and opened the shower curtain. He had just an
instant to recognize that his wife, clothed, was
kneeling on the floor at the edge of the tub. Her hands
shot out and grabbed his cock, pulling him into her
mouth. His wife had never particularly enjoyed giving
blowjobs, and as far as he could remember, hadn't let
him cum in her mouth since before they were married.
That was likely to change.
She devoured his cock, sucking it so fiercely that he
had to step out of the wet tub to keep his balance. She
moved with him, using one hand to pull the skin of his
cock toward the base, with the tightest of grips. The
head of his cock swelled purple and massive as her
mouth again descended on it, her head bobbing furiously
as she alternately sucked and licked it. Her eyes never
left his as she ravished his cock, the picture of pure
submission.
Just as he knew she had to be surprised to find him
with a hard cock just after a shower, he was also sure
she didn't know that he had a load of cum "cocked and
locked" before she even touched him. His body tightened
as he fought to control his orgasm, but she sensed it,
too. Both of her hands reached around and clenched his
ass, pulling his balls deep into her mouth.
After less than a minute of what was otherwise the
perfect blowjob, he unloaded. Spurt after spurt kept
shooting the short distance to the back of her mouth.
And still her blue eyes looked up at him, pleading to
please in their way.
He could see cum escape her lips, dripping down her
chin and onto her blouse as the last of his orgasm
subsided. As she pulled her mouth away, she licked her
lips before extending her tongue to wipe the cum off
the head of his cock. Steven could see the gooey
whiteness of his cum on her tongue and teeth as she
continued to bathe his cock. She licked her fingers,
wiped her chin, and then licked them again.
Then, she stood, and, in a casual manner, as if she was
telling him the forecast had a 30% chance of rain, she
said, "Dinner's ready." Her breath carried the powerful
scent of his cum, making his senses reel. She turned
and let herself out of the bathroom, closing the door
behind her. Unreal.
What was going on? And who was this stranger that
looked like his wife?
***
When Hayley returned to the kitchen, she decided that
battling herself was pointless. She had a need to cum
and, therefore, would. Steven would be at least a few
minutes, anyway. She moved quickly to their den and
sank into their couch. She raised her skirt, and she
felt the heat of her body quickly remove the coolness
of the leather couch.
She felt... wanton. And she had been. She reached
between her legs and began rubbing her clit. If Steven
came down the steps and saw her, he would find his wife
giving him a perfect view of her cunt. She didn't
really want Steven to find her this way, but the
naughtiness of it, and of what she had just done with
Steven, gave her all the imaginative fantasy... But it
wasn't fantasy. She had actually done it.
Remembering the sight of his swollen cock, and the
velvety feel of his cock in her hand, against her
tongue, in her cheeks, and finally filling her mouth to
her throat, she gave herself over to her climax,
cumming with loud moans. Her desires hoped he would
hear her, find her spread and fuck her; her shyness
hoped that the orgasm would quickly diminish in time
for her to straighten herself up.
She managed to stifle her moans as her orgasm finished
its convulsing, and, catching her breath, she climbed
off the couch. She went to the kitchen to grab a paper
towel to wipe up the wetness she had left behind. So
much wetness for so short a time. She returned to the
kitchen and was about to use the ladle to scoop out
stew that had been cooking in the crock-pot all day,
when she realized that she hadn't really cleaned her
hand. She wiped her gooey hand and fingers on the edge
of a bowl. That would be Steven's bowl. She couldn't
help but grin.
And now that she was returning to her senses, the
wetness of her cunt was giving her chills because of
the air-conditioning. She wasn't wearing panties, but
for the life of her, she couldn't think why not. She
had planned on the blowjob, and Steven wouldn't recover
fast enough to give her a good fuck. What had she been
thinking? She raised her skirt slightly and raked a
couple of fingers across her cunt, scooping her fluids.
She wiped her fingers on Steven's bowl. Damn! She was
wet. She scooped again, and again, until she was more
or less dry.
Most of her juices had gathered in a small pool at the
bottom of the bowl, but were otherwise stuck on the
down-slope of the bowl. She emptied a ladle of stew
into it, obscuring what she knew was mixing with his
dinner. Screw him if he can't take a joke, she thought.
He'll probably never taste it anyway. She placed their
bowls and drinks on the table and went to the bathroom
to check herself.
Some of Steven's cum had dried on her chin, and she saw
that some was on her blouse. She was about to wash up
when she felt a sense of wrongness about it. What
seemed right was to leave it as it was, tantalizing
Steven through dinner and beyond. A grin again spread
across her lips, and a wonderful sense of fulfillment
washed over her.
Although she felt good physically of late, she had
developed a concern that she wasn't pleasing Steven
sexually. She fairly frequently had assorted sinus
infections, back and neck pain, and just general aches
that seemed to reduce her interest in physical
intimacy. But for the last few months, she only had
some minor neck or back pains, and even that occurred
on rare days. She loved Steven, and with her body
feeling good, he had to know that she loved him. To
have and to hold, that was the vow.
The love was there. The commitment was there. But
something nagged at her, telling her that she needed to
prove herself sexually to him, to be the aggressor, the
experimenter, the temptress. She wondered where all
these ideas for sex had been hiding, because for the
past 15 years, love-making just occurred...
naturally... in its own time.
It was rare that she fantasized about anything. She did
enjoy romance novels, but she never actually fantasized
about Steven. Anything other than watching his cock
spurt cum onto her breasts. That was still her
favorite. Oh yes. She heard Steven descending the
stairs, so she quickly rubbed yet more fluids from her
cunt, then hurriedly wiped it off on her napkin, except
just a little "bit" on Steven's spoon. She gave him a
nice smile as he entered.
***
Steven was driving to work the following morning, a
grin his face, where it had been stuck for weeks, it
seemed. The visual images of the perfect blowjob the
previous evening and of his cum leaking from Hayley's
lips, which were wrapped around his cock... He had to
stop thinking about that. It was unsafe to drive with
one hand on the wheel and the other rubbing his rock
hard cock through his slacks. Still, he marveled at it,
now certain that, yes, that was only the second
"complete" blowjob she had ever given him. And then to
have to eat dinner seeing small globs of white cum
drying on her black blouse... and those bits on her
cheek and chin... It was more than he could take.
Still, it didn't limit his shock when, after finishing
dinner, she had stood up, dropped her skirt, bent over
the dinner table, spread her legs and said, "Don't ask.
I just need to be fucked, right here, right now!" As he
stood behind her, removing his shorts, she had reached
between her legs, parting her cunt lips, moist, no,
wet, forming the perfect invitation. He couldn't think
of Hayley ever having offered her cunt so brazenly. His
cock had been kind to both of them, and he was able to
watch for what seemed like forever as he slid in and
out of his wife's cunt, before shooting whatever jism
remained into her.
Dammit! He felt his balls tighten, and he came in his
pants. At the next light, he looked for napkins in the
glove compartment and couldn't find any. And, it was
still a 30-minute commute to the office. He thought
that surely there couldn't be much cum left over after
last night, but the wetness in his pants didn't
reassure him.
What WAS going on? Only a couple of months ago, he was
happy to get a nice feel of one of her tits without
getting snarled at. Why couldn't he just jump into this
slice of heaven that she was presenting him? Everything
felt right... but something felt wrong. It didn't make
any sense. Anything other than vanilla "making love"
had always been left to him to initiate, and always
with the possibility that she wouldn't be interested.
Why the change? He had to think.
For the past 6 weeks or so, her desires had been more
frequent and much more imaginative. It had begun with
little changes. Sex on the couch. Sex on the floor. A
slow grind of his cock with her hand under a restaurant
table, a night out without a bra. She had been willing
to do these things before, but it was never her idea to
it. But it was more than that; she was getting clever
about it.
As he thought back, he hadn't even noticed that she
wasn't wearing the bra that evening, because it had
always been safe to assume that she was, particularly
if wearing dresses or anything at all that revealed her
form. She was always so shy about revealing her figure,
and particularly wearing anything tight on her chest.
She had let him know that she wasn't wearing a bra as
she was getting into their van, after dinner, in a
crowded parking lot.
For once, he had acted the gentleman and opened the
door for her. She had sat, with her feet on the door
well, and making a pained face and twisting in some
sort of discomfort said, "There's something in my
shirt." With the door still open, she raised her
blouse, slowly, to expose one of her 38 C's, the nipple
hardening quickly. She grasped under her breast raising
it, looking down at it, and then pinched her nipple,
rolling it briefly between her fingers.
"Oh, that's all it is." She had winked at him, turned
forward in her seat, fastened her seat belt, and only
then did she lower her blouse back into place.
He was faced with walking around the car with an
obviously stiff cock in his pants, capturing the eye of
a lady who had just parked her car. This type of
exhibition just didn't happen with his wife and
especially in daylight in an area with people around.
His previous requests for quick flashes were always
greeted by a deep sigh, followed by a "if I have to"
roll of the eyes and the briefest of glimpses of a
breast. He loved her breasts. He wouldn't stop asking.
Before they were married, Hayley had a spirit of
adventure, or at least, a nympho's desire for a cock
within her cunt at every available chance, which was
still limited due to a long distance weekend romance.
He could remember sex on the roof of a dorm in college,
in a lobby of a locked building that they had sneaked
into, on her parent's den floor while her parents were
asleep, in a car on the side of a road, on the roof of
a downtown hotel, in a motel room when four friends
were sleeping, on the beach in the afternoon, in a golf
fairway at night...
It didn't surprise him that sex in married life would
become less frequent, or that their likes and dislikes
would settle into more or less a permanent, less
exciting, compromise. But it did surprise him now that,
after all these years, she seemed to be getting
spontaneity back. Again, why? He arrived at the office,
and after a brief detour to the restroom, began
thinking on other matters.
***
It seemed to Hayley that since mid-morning, all she
could think about was "5:30." That was when Steven
would be home from work. It had been about a week since
her last surprise, and although they had made love once
during the weekend, her doubts about her sexual
inadequacy were rising again. At 4:30, she took a bath.
A long, luxurious one. Scented bath oil. A candle on
the edge of the tub. "5:30" crossed her mind. She
checked the clock. No, not yet.
She re-read her favorite Romance novel, a wickedly
sensuous story in which a young woman is captured by a
muscular pirating Viking, who rapes her for weeks
following his conquest, then falls in love with her
battling spirit. And she for him. She fingered her
clit. She imagined how horrible it would be to be
captured, and taken like that. The thought of "5:30"
awakened her from her dreamy masturbations. It was now
5:10, and the water had cooled. She got out of the tub,
toweled herself dry, brushed her hair, and sprayed
herself with just a hint of perfume on her neck.
She went downstairs, removed the vacuum cleaner from
its closet, plugged it in, and waited by the window to
watch for Steven returning home. She was sure this
would please him.
***
He entered the house, admittedly thinking about sex.
Steven was thinking all had returned to normal, as the
weekend's sex had been "ordinary," in their bed, but
very loving, very satisfying. He parked the car in the
garage, entered the kitchen and heard vacuuming from
the Den. He turned the corner and found Hayley
vacuuming the den, naked. Only once before had she done
housework naked, and that was just topless. The air-
conditioner had broken and it had been hot in the
house. The air-conditioner was working now... And yet,
here she was...
The noise from the vacuum meant that she probably
hadn't heard either the garage door opener or the
kitchen door, and he was able to watch from behind as
her breasts gently swung with the sweeping motions that
she made. Her back was slightly bent so that the
fullness of her breasts jiggled in a way that made his
cock instantly hard and uncomfortable in his pants. She
leaned over to pick something off the floor, and he
could see her wispy cunt hair between her legs, visible
clearly against the light coming in from the den
window.
He retreated into the kitchen slightly, so that she
wouldn't see him. After he quickly shed his clothes, he
raced to her from behind. With his left hand, he seized
her dangling breast, rolling her nipple between his
fingers, finding the nipple already stiff. At the same
time, his right hand reached around her waist and found
her cunt with his fingers. She was wet. She gave a
startled jump, dropped the vacuum cleaner, and leaned
forward, placing her hands on the window sill, arching
her ass in invitation. She hadn't even looked to make
sure it was him. As he placed his hands on her pelvis,
he saw that she had written, somehow, the words "FUCK
ME" on her ass in red ink.
He rammed his cock home, his hands still on her pelvis,
pulling her against him with each thrust. And even as
the pleasure within his cock fought coherent thought,
he wondered what had made her so wet. Vacuuming in the
nude? No. Being nude in front of the window where
others could see? Maybe. Probably not. It would be
unlikely that anyone would see her. Her panting turned
into moans, becoming short screams, her whole body
bucking against him, crying out a desire for passion.
With the smacking sounds of his balls slapping against
her ass and a slight reflection in the window of her
breasts swinging savagely in time with each thrust, he
felt his cock swell to a rare fullness. It was a
fullness that he knew she had to feel stretching her
cunt lips, because the tightness and the furnace that
was her cunt gave him no choice but to shoot his load.
She wasn't done with him. She pushed him onto the
floor, and somehow his cock remained stiff enough for
her to sit atop him and grind her cunt into him. She
tantalized him with her breasts, lowering them to his
lips and then pulling away just as he was about to
capture them with his mouth. She knew her breasts were
the tools that could keep him hard as a rock. She
finally raised herself on her legs, squatted over him,
slamming herself down on his cock repeatedly, which
gave him a great view of his cock piercing his lovely
wife.
As she began her orgasm, he could feel their fluids run
down his cock and between his legs. She finally placed
her fingers at her clit and brought herself off to a
climax that ended with a throaty "YES!" that sounded
like it had waited ages to emerge. He came again, just
as her leg strength gave out and she fell across his
chest. His cock slipped from between her legs, and
after no more than a minute, she rose to turn the
vacuum cleaner off, and she went up the stairs. It was
the best way possible to come home from work, but he
hoped, maybe, they could actually share a kiss later.
***
In the bathroom, Hayley felt that she was, truly, the
best wife in the world. How could any woman please her
man more? She had been provocative and surprising, and
it was downright fun! It had seemed that she was out of
her mind, unable to think, as her body responded to
Steven's cock spreading her sensitive areas, pistoning
within her as she was "taken" by "her" unseen man. Her
body was sated her mind satisfied that "5:30" had been
worth the wait.
She was absently staring at herself in the bathroom
mirror, when she began to focus on her body. Maybe her
right breast hung a little lower than the other, but
she was pleased with her luminous skin. She marveled at
all the pink flushes in her skin, the redness of her
swollen cunt lips. She turned, watching, and... What?
How - WHEN - had Steven managed to write THAT there?
***
He was thankful, yes. But now the suspicions wouldn't
go away. He couldn't admit to himself that she was
having an affair, but the seemingly weekly regularity
of this sexual lioness invited all kinds of unsettling
thoughts.
A few days later, Hayley went off to run some errands,
so he used the time to search around the house for any
clues as to what might have ignited her libido. He
searched under the bathroom sink, through her closet,
her desk, and her bedside table. He booted her computer
and checked her e-mails, documents and any other place
that might provide a clue. He didn't know what he was
looking for, and he didn't find it. X-rated videotapes,
letters from an admirer, appointments on her
calendar... nothing. He decided to start recording
these "events" on his own calendar, hoping they would
continue, but fearing a pattern would emerge.
One night, after watching baseball on TV, all was quiet
in the house, and he wondered where she was. It was
time to go to bed, and they usually went together. He
found her already in their bed, eyes closed, legs
spread wide, with a huge black vibrator humming noisily
as she cycled it in and out of her cunt. A welcome
sight, yes, but where did she get the vibrator? She
already had a couple of others. Why that one? It was
certainly fatter, thicker than his cock, by far. And
black. It contrasted nicely against her flushed skin,
but why black? What part of town had she been in to buy
it?
Despite being disturbed, his cock throbbed at the
sight, and he was in need of release. He didn't know if
she knew he was there or not, but with the TV off
downstairs, she probably did. He found his release on
her breasts. Hot cum splashed across her tits, and she
didn't even open an eye. That was one of her favorite
turn-ons. Just what was the fantasy she was into?
He recorded the date on his calendar. It was curious,
but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to talk
to Hayley about their sex life. With her being so
aggressive, it seemed like she would bring it up, but
she didn't. In fact, she seemed to avoid the subject,
and had avoided the subject over the past months,
almost as if it had never happened. He brooded with
suspicion.
The "events," as he recorded them, he realized were
very easy to identify. The next event happened while
shopping at the mall. When clothes shopping, he was in
the habit of finding a seat, or more often, standing
near the women's dressing room in those stores that
didn't provide seats, a pet peeve. Hayley would step
out periodically to see how he liked the outfits she
was trying on. At Macy's, on an obviously slow night,
after trying on several evening dresses that hadn't
quite worked, she stepped into the dressing room entry
area naked, except her heeled leather shoes.
She had taken a chance that nobody would be around, and
he hadn't paid any attention to where the security
cameras were. She struck a pose, reflected on all sides
by the mirrors placed there. She stretched out a hand
and curled a finger in invitation. He accepted. He
couldn't help but wonder if others didn't notice the
smell of sex that went with them as they left the store
ten minutes later. He later recorded the date on his
calendar.
***
Hayley had been horny for over a day. She had seen the
chiropractor the day before, and her back felt great.
It had been giving her problems lately, but the
adjustments seemed to work. She had really wanted to
jump Steven's bones when he returned home the day
before, but she had an idea that required more time,
and she put it to work. She had written a note to
Steven and placed it on his passenger seat late the
night before, so that he would find it on his way to
work. It said, "When you come home, I'll be cumming
too. On the deck."
That would give him something to think about. And it
had given her something to do. She looked down at her
cunt. It was a little sensitive, but it looked
remarkably different without the curls of her brunette
hair. She replaced the razor on the soap dish and
rinsed herself with water. He would like this. She
better follow through with some wax to make sure all
the hair was gone.
Once this was done, she abated the stinging with some
lotion. She inspected herself in the mirror, covering
her face with her hands, embarrassed at the sight of
her own clit, sticking out, asking for attention. She
gave it a little rub, which sent jolts of pleasure
through her. She stopped, feeling it was wrong to
pleasure herself, as if it might somehow stop her from
giving her all to her husband. Besides, she had some
painting to do.
***
It had been another week since our clothes shopping
expedition and the note Steven found in his car said it
was time for another "event." A few newspapers were on
their neighbor's driveway, so he assumed they were
away. Besides, their deck was relatively private when
leaves were on the trees. That was good, as he had no
doubt that whatever she had planned on the deck would
have to include sex and nudity. In fact, he recorded it
on the calendar before he arrived home.
There wasn't much risk involved with the neighbors
away, but exhibiting herself in any way on the deck was
still completely out of character for her, at least,
until recently. He hadn't gotten much accomplished at
work, his thoughts always drifting to what he might
find at home. He had called, but there was no answer.
The thought of her having an affair kept recurring, and
he had decided that he might follow her around the next
week. It would be easy enough to appear "out on sales
calls." He parked the car in the garage. Although he
had suspicions, it didn't stop him from being excited
about the prospects awaiting him.
He found her, as the note had said, on the back deck,
with her hands pumping the black vibrator in and out of
her cunt. She was reclining in one of their swivel deck
chairs, with an unusual looking bikini. He approached
her. Ahhh, she was wearing paint. She had used
fluorescent body paint that they had purchased years
ago at a gag store and never used. She had painted her
nipples orange, one breast "cup" blue and the other
green. Pink "strings" completed the bikini top. The
"bottoms" were also pink, and he realized, happily,
that her cunt was shaved to allow for the paint. She
had shaved herself once a couple of years earlier, with
the comment afterwards that she would never do it
again, due to the itching that followed. Well, she had
lied.
No shorts, T-shirt, or even a towel could be seen
anywhere on the deck. Her head was leaned back against
the chair, her eyes were closed, her legs were wide
open, and her feet were propped up on a couple of
upside down flowerpots. It was a new standard for
brazen exhibition of her sex. He removed her hands,
kneeling between her legs, and worked the vibrator
himself. She never opened her eyes, but gave herself to
the sensations, both vocally and by rocking her hips
into the vibrator.
After several minutes, having increased the speed of
the penetrations, she came loudly. He sure hoped the
neighbors weren't home. He helped her up and led her to
the deck railing. In a rare instance of self-control,
he enjoyed her slick, hot, cunt for half an hour, with
her leaning over the handrail, her breasts swaying in
time with the pace of his slow thrusts, before he went
over edge and came in her.
Steven was not at all pleased when he soon afterwards
walked to the mailbox to get the mail, and saw their
neighbor, a married man, mouth the words "THANK YOU"
while picking up his newspapers from the driveway, 40
yards away. Steven's face turned red as he heard a
chuckle, and he only hoped that this was the first, and
last, time his neighbor had seen Hayley naked.
Hayley had never said anything about him, and they had
remained only acquaintances despite having lived beside
each other for over 5 years. He was a computer techie
of some sort, Steven couldn't recall. They didn't have
much in common. Still, Steven couldn't help but put him
on his imaginary "possible affair partner" list. It was
now a list of one. On the other hand, he realized how
awkward it was going to be around him at the
neighborhood party that weekend. And, presumably,
awkward around his wife, assuming he told her. Or was
she home, too? Oh, man...
A week later was "that time of the month." Nothing was
likely to happen in "event" terms, and... nothing
happened. A week afterwards, however, he decided that
the time was right to follow Hayley around a bit. He
parked the car near the entrance to their neighborhood.
He had no good place to "hide" as far as watching
wherever she might go on foot, such as their neighbor's
house. Their neighbor didn't really seem her type, but
he was becoming less sure now of what her "type" might
be. He didn't have to wait in the car too long,
however. Shortly after 8:00, her van left the
neighborhood, and he followed a discrete two or three
cars behind.
She stopped at an ATM machine, then continued on. This
was pretty cool. Steven, Private Investigator. He
admitted to himself that he didn't expect to find
anything unusual, so he approached this day with a
certain amount of humor. Her second stop was the
chiropractor. That lasted about 30 minutes. Another $30
gone.
After that, she went to Wal-Mart. This took her about
an hour, coming out with two plastic bags of what
looked like cosmetics and some hardware. He wondered
what PI's listen to in their cars. Steven, PI, was
having a tough time of it. Talk radio seemed to be
saying the same thing 20 different ways. FM music was
pretty much the same old stuff he already had at home,
if he liked it. He should have gotten a book-on-tape or
something.
Hayley pulled into Home Depot. So did he. Maybe Wal-
Mart didn't have everything she needed. For what? He
didn't know. She had never really repaired anything
before, but she could get very motivated in her
hobbies. Another sack accompanied her return to the
van. She drove maybe half an hour to another part of
town, where she pulled into a small restaurant. That
was good. He was getting hungry too. She sat at the
window of the restaurant, obviously waiting for
someone. He'd wait, too.
After a few more minutes, her friend Denise entered the
restaurant. That made sense. Denise worked in this part
of town. He drove off to a Wendy's drive-thru before
resuming his watch. There wasn't much to watch. After
an hour or so, Hayley drove home. And he figured he
better make at least one sales call, so he called it a
day for his PI job. Steven checked his voice mail and
found that another customer needed to see him in the
late afternoon. He called Hayley on the cell phone and
let her know he'd be returning, he thought, around 7:30
or so and not to cook for him. He'd get a free dinner,
at least.
***
Hayley's pulse raced. She had so much to do, to try.
She unloaded her bags from the van, left them in the
garage, and went into the kitchen. The phone ring
startled her. It was Steven. The short of it was that
he would be home late and she knew when. Good. This
gave her even more time to do something she had never
even thought about before. She fixed herself a Coke,
found an old comforter they sometimes used as a picnic
blanket and returned to the garage. She opened the
first sack. Cosmetics. She put that by the door to the
kitchen. The second sack. What WAS she doing? She felt
she HAD to do this. The thought terrified her, but at
the same time, her cunt was becoming wet. What had
happened to her?
She enjoyed making love, but even more enjoyed the
unexpected hug. Flowers. A passionate kiss in a setting
where sex was not expected. Holding hands while
walking. Good conversation over a dinner out. Just a
look that says, "I love you." And making love that
included a comfortable bed, sheets, background
lighting, or perhaps a fire in the fireplace.
And here she was, her thoughts captive to what she
assumed were Steven's sexual desires... the love was
there, but it was focused more on the sexual act, not
the sensuality. A rough fuck... nudity in the
house...nudity out of the house... displaying her cunt
to him like a slut... sucking his cock... swallowing
his cum.
Avoiding these things had come naturally to her. It
just wasn't romantic. These things she did only rarely,
on special occasions, and only if he had been meeting
her needs. Recently, however, it seemed she couldn't
orgasm unless she was breaking her own standards for
what she regarded as appropriate in marital lovemaking.
Were her needs changing?
Hayley looked at the items she had purchased, and
realized with a start that her hands had been fingering
her clit and that she was about to cum. She stopped.
She couldn't do that until later. She had to give
Steven all of her love, her body, her sex, and if she
came now, she would be "less" later. Or, she might
chicken out. But she knew she wouldn't. She had to
fulfill him. She needed to be had, to be taken, just
like the heroine in the romance novel she had read. Who
had she talked to about that book? Her thoughts became
confused, and she went in search of Steven's tools.
***
As the garage door opened, Steven began pulling the car
inside and was astonished by what was in the sight of
the headlights. He had to brake, rather hard, and pull
the car back out. He stared at Hayley from within his
car. His wife was in the garage, kneeling on a blanket
in the floor. She was facing the garage door, naked
except for panties, which apparently held a vibrator in
her cunt. The panties were soaked. Across her chest she
had written "fuck me" in large letters with a black
magic marker.
Her hands were behind her back, and ropes were tied
around her arms, each connected to eyebolts mounted on
the ceiling. Her eyes were covered by a blindfold. Her
lips had the glossiest, bright red lipstick he had ever
seen. He turned off the car, went inside the garage and
closed the garage door, thankful that their neighbors
were not outside.
After the garage door opener stopped, all he could hear
was the muted rumbling from the vibrator within her,
and rather quick breaths from his wife. He found that
her hands were tied behind her back. She couldn't
separate her wrists. She could stand or sit, and that
was about it. He didn't see any possible way that she
could get herself free. He didn't see any way possible
that she could tie herself up like that, either. Who
helped her? Then he saw the slipknots, and it appeared
to make a little sense how she could have bound
herself.
He knew he had told her what time he would be home, and
he was perhaps an hour later than that. How long had
she been like this? Then he noticed her kneepads. She
had thought about this, prepared for it. Her trip to
Home Depot made sense. This chick needed to be fucked.
Steven stripped out of his clothes and began to lightly
touch her - her chin, her cheeks, her ears, her
shoulders, the side of a breast, her thigh. He didn't
say anything. If she wanted the blindfold, then she
obviously wanted some mystery. She hadn't said a word
either. Whatever fantasy this was, he was willing to
step right into it. In fact, he had dreamed something
close to it himself. He untied the ropes to the
ceiling, but left her hands tied behind her. He gently
leaned her forward, so that her head was on the
blanket. She still hadn't said a word.
As he went behind her, he lowered her panties, and
removed the vibrator that, judging by her soaking
panties, had been inside her for a long time. He moved
forward, and placed the vibrator at her lips, catching
her by surprise. Still, she managed to lick some of it
as he spiraled it past her mouth. He turned it off, and
squeezed her nipple, slightly, then harder, as she
remained bent over. He was afraid he might have
squeezed it to roughly when a small squeak emerged from
her. He moved behind her.
Her ass now raised, her cunt visible, he saw that she
had written, not to neatly, but in small block letters,
"H A R D" across her butt, in red ink. Of course. A two
sided message, "fuck me, HARD." The light on the garage
door opener turned off, and it was almost black in the
garage. He slid a finger between her legs, probing the
slick wetness of her cunt. The heat she was generating
took him by surprise. His fingers followed the trail of
her juices, finding both of her thighs soaked.
An hour like this? Longer probably. He inserted two
fingers straight into her cunt. She shuddered. He found
her special little spot, not her G-spot, but a ripple
slightly larger than others in her vaginal canal, and
pressed it with his fingertips. Her moans filled the
garage. He alternated pressing her spot and retreating,
until she seemed too tired to moan any longer. Her body
began convulsing, forcing her cunt against his finger.
The feelings this spot produced she had always said
were "too intense." Apparently not this time.
Enjoying her vulnerability, he inserted a third finger,
pushing them in as far as he could go, then spreading
them as much as possible. His fingers didn't seem to
stretch her as much as he expected, probably because of
the size of the vibrator. He fucked her, not to
carefully, with his fingers, enjoying the feel of her
clit and bare pubic mound with his other two fingers.
He removed his fingers and smelled them. Her juices
smelled good... fresh, if that was possible. In fact,
she smelled good all over. She had prepared herself
well.
He lowered his head carefully, and without any warning,
gave her cunt a wide lick with his tongue. She jerked
in surprise. He did it again, because he could. She
couldn't do anything about it. Hayley, for whatever
reason, hated oral sex on her. She had never explained
it, but now she was hardly in a position to refuse. He
wanted to do this some more, but the position was
uncomfortable, and to roll her over would mean that he
would have to untie her hands.
So, he fucked her, hard. Just like the sign said... He
relished the power of fucking a bound woman, a helpless
woman, and loved it that it was his wife offering
herself to him in this way. She apparently shared this
excitement. The garage was unfinished, and her shrieks
seemed to echo through the room, and he worried that
the neighbors might hear. Then, caught in his own
passion, he decided, so what?
***
The sex had been fantastic. After Steven came in her,
she hadn't counted on him extending his opportunity for
playing with her body. It shouldn't have surprised her,
though. That's just the way it was in her story. The
man tied the girl up, raped her, and then played with
her body until he tired of it. Steven had untied her
hands, and she thought that was the end of it. Then he
rolled her over and tied her hands to the ropes
connected to the ceiling.
Then, after a brief absence, during which he apparently
found more rope, he somehow tied her legs open. He had
feasted on her pussy. He had called it that, knowing
that she didn't like the term, saying that her pussy
tasted so good. She didn't particularly agree, but had
no choice in that position but to kiss him, her juices
on his breath. And certainly he had his content of
groping her breasts. It seemed like he had played with
them for hours. Maybe he had. Then he had fucked her
again. He lasted so long when he was able to fuck her a
second time. That, she hadn't wanted to stop. Secure in
her own house, but tied up and at the mercy of a man.
Her body shivered again. He left her down there alone
for a while, still with the blindfold on.
She could tell by the plumbing sounds that he had taken
a shower. She had heard him descend the steps, then
whisper her name, "Hayleyyyy..." A smile had formed on
her lips, then faded abruptly as she realized he had
taken a Polaroid picture of her. What a mess she must
have looked. Why would he want a picture? That reminded
her of something, but she couldn't put her finger on
it.
When he had freed her, she went to take a shower,
noticing that he had again written "FUCK ME" on her,
this time with a black magic marker. She didn't
remember him doing this. She felt confused, and a part
of her wondered if she was losing her mind. Still, she
felt like she had a purpose, and even though she didn't
know what it was, it had been met. Hayley cried a
little that night. It wasn't Steven's fault. She was
frustrated because she didn't understand herself. After
a couple hours of tossing and turning, her body fell
into a sound, needed, sleep.
***
Another week, another "event." Steven was paying bills
and balancing the checkbook on the computer, when he
heard Hayley make some noises in the kitchen. The
freezer door, perhaps. He went back to what he was
doing, when he heard her say behind him, "You will
kneel before me." He turned around, and he was stunned.
Besides the vibrator, Hayley had made another purchase.
She had purchased leather boots that went to her knees,
and the boots had at least 3" heels. This drew her leg
muscles wonderfully taught, but his eyes couldn't
linger there. He couldn't stare at her bare cunt or her
exposed breasts either. Both of her arms were covered
with leather gloves, which extended almost up to her
shoulder.
One hand was placed on her hip, fist clenched, with her
elbow out, in the manner of angry parent, perhaps. The
other was held like a waiter's, with the palm open,
holding a bowl of chocolate ice cream. This struck him
as curious, but he didn't say anything because of the
serious look in her face. She wore a black mask over
her eyes, with holes cut out so that she could see. It
wasn't a cheap Halloween mask, either, but a leather
one that obviously cost some money.
She repeated, "You will kneel before me... now!" Last
week Jekyll, this week Hyde? He knelt. She stepped
closer, so that her pubic mound brushed against his
nose. He could smell her wonderful scent, her juices
adhering to his nose. She stepped back and placed the
bowl of ice cream in front of him. "Look down." He did.
"That is where you will cum." Hmmm. "Pull down your
shorts and underwear, and begin stroking yourself!" He
did. "Do not cum until I return." Huh? She was back
rather quickly, with a video camera. Great. He finally
came, and it seemed like the semen factory must have
been doing its job lately. It was hard maintaining his
balance and aiming his jism, and the ice cream began to
look like a photo negative of vanilla ice cream with
chocolate syrup. Sort of. "Sit against the wall!" He
did.
She put the recorder down, and picked up the bowl of
ice cream. She took a spoon and slowly shaved a small
amount of ice cream, with a lot of cum. She moved it to
her mouth, then stopped. She passed it several times
under her nose, smelling it, and then she replaced the
spoon in the bowl and handed it to him. She picked up
the camcorder, used her boot to spread his legs, and
then leaned forward with one foot, the sole against his
cock, the heel threatening his balls as she slowly
twisted her foot.
"Eat... the... ice... CREAM!" His cock raged to life,
and he didn't even want to think of the reasons.
Despite liking the taste of pre-cum, he had told her
some months ago that he didn't really want to eat his
cum anymore, despite the turn-on that it was for her.
He realized the lie. And Hayley knew it, playfully
grinding his cock as he took the first bite.
With the camera, the feel of her boot on his cock, the
heady sense of eating cum (with chocolate ice cream, of
all things...), and the sight of his dominating, naked
wife standing above him, with a finger rubbing her
clit, he ate the ice cream, and the cum, greedily. She
somehow made herself climax, standing, which he had
never seen before. When he had finished the "cream,"
she stopped the camcorder, turned and walked away,
without saying anything. That was beginning to be her
trademark...
He recorded this on the calendar. An "event" almost
every week, but on different weekdays, Tuesday,
Wednesday, or Thursday. Something was wrong here, but
at least now he had a place to start looking.
While she was asleep, Steven removed her checkbook from
her purse to see where she had been writing checks.
Gardening store, dry cleaners, Wal-Mart, drug store,
grocery store. They didn't sell boots and gloves like
that at Wal-Mart. He went to her desk and removed her
credit card bills. The most recent bill she had just
received, and he quickly found two charges to x-
items.com. He booted the computer, logged onto the net,
and checked the site. Adult novelties. At least she
wasn't going into seedy stores around town. He couldn't
help but give a thorough look into their products, just
for fun.
He began to wonder how she had found that site. It
wouldn't be too hard to type in a few keywords in a
search engine and find it, he supposed, but there was a
part of him, a jealous part, he admitted, that wondered
if wasn't someone else behind her recent change. The
irregular regularity of her sexual throes had started
much sooner than the purchases, so he looked at the
previous month's bill for anything unusual. Clothes
stores, a few restaurants, chiropractor visits. The two
preceding months were much the same. The chiropractor
seemed to be doing pretty well, with several visits per
month. Their insurance didn't cover the visits, and he
more or less had given her the responsibility of paying
for her visits. She hadn't been complaining about her
back lately, so he had guessed it was working.
A thought occurred to him. Without having to pay the
bills for her visits, he hadn't realized how often she
had been going to the chiropractor. He carried her
receipts to his desk, found his calendar in which he
had been taking notes, and started comparing the dates.
He was sure that checking each number in a winning
lottery ticket would be more thrilling, but the
succession of dates matching perfectly at first seemed
coincidence, then an exciting discovery, then shocked
realization. She had been to the chiropractor on each
of the dates he had recorded, or the day before. He
feared the worst. An affair seemed the only possible
answer to explain Hayley's heightened sexuality.
The following days were a torment. Each appointment had
been on a weekday, when he was at work. It was
impossible for him to follow her around every day, and
she didn't write her appointments on the calendar. He
tried to ask what she was doing each day, without
sounding pushy or mistrustful, but he didn't hear a
word about the chiropractor. Her part-time job included
working half days several days each week, and it was
before or after her job, likely, that she would find it
most convenient to go to the doctor.
He cursed his stupidity. After she went to bed, he
ransacked her purse, and unearthed what he was looking
for, in the change pouch. An appointment reminder. He
should have thought about this sooner, and avoided the
anguish. Her next appointment was in 5 days, on
Tuesday, at 8:00 in the morning, at Dr. Richard
Gilliam's. He had seen his name on the credit card
bill, but finally he was forced to name his apparent
enemy, and it twisted in his thoughts like a black
downward spiral into which he vented all his rage. Dr.
Gilliam.
As the days came closer to her appointment, he became
frustrated as to how he was to find out what was going
on. Challenge her? Accuse her? Of what? If Dr.
Gilliam... The name escaped his lips as would an
expletive that he didn't want anyone to hear... was
behind this, the result, from his perspective, was that
he was receiving a tremendous benefit, but he couldn't
enjoy it if it meant that she was having sex with him.
A troubling thought flashed through his head that,
perhaps, he could still enjoy her. He didn't pursue the
thought.
At work on Monday, in his search for a yellow
highlighter in the office supply cabinet, his eye
caught hold of a small box, and then he found the
proverbial light bulb flashing above his head. Tuesday
morning, he remained around the house later than usual,
with the lie that he had an appointment away from the
office. Hayley left the house at 7:30, and he only
hoped that his plan would work.
When he returned home that afternoon, his wife was
napping, which wasn't unusual for those days she
worked. Or, maybe she wasn't napping. Maybe she was
masturbating with the memory of her visit with Dr.
Gilliam. That sour thought led him to her purse, where
he retrieved a small Dictaphone from an outside pocket
that she apparently didn't use except for stuffing
trash papers. He was happy to find it.
It had occurred to him that the tape probably made an
audible "click" when it reached its end. If she heard
it, and found the unit, he would have some explaining
to do. Which maybe wouldn't be a bad thing, anyway.
Still, he preferred it this way. He took the Dictaphone
to the garage, where he could play it without being
heard. If she woke up, he would hear her steps on the
floor above, where their bedroom was located.
He had been frustrated all day by the fact that a
simple, good plan could easily unravel. He had waited
around the house in the morning so that he could start
the tape as close as possible to when she left. He
caught a break when she went to the bathroom just
before she was to leave, and he had quickly inserted
the recorder in the pouch. It would record for two
hours, so giving her a half hour of travel, the
inevitable doctor's office wait, the wait in whatever
type of room he used, and the actual appointment, he
had felt he had a good chance to record her entire
appointment.
After all, how long does a chiropractic appointment
take? No more than 30 minutes when he followed her. But
he didn't know. He'd never been. It might take longer
if she was screwing...He stopped that thought. He
rewound the tape approximately 75%, figuring he would
avoid the car ride portion. He hit the "play" button,
with the hope that it had been able to record decently
through the fabric of her purse.
The car radio. He had rewound too far, but at least it
sounded clear. Fast forward. "...one appointment ahead
of you." Good, the tape should be long enough. Fast
forward. The sound of magazine pages. Fast forward. The
sound of laughing, then, "the doctor will be with you
in just a few minutes."
It started very professionally.
"Good morning, Hayley. How are you?"
"Fine, thanks, I've had a good week. And you?"
"Sometimes I think that my days are too long, but it's
a good problem to have. There's a lot of starving
chiropractors out there. Not that they're bad, of
course, but there's just too many for the area. How's
the back, getting better?"
"Yes, I think so, but after 4-6 days after my visits
with you, my neck and back still gets stiff, and,
usually in the mornings, I have that stabbing pain
between my shoulder blades that goes away after a
couple of hours."
"Same old story. Well, let me take another look at your
x-rays to make sure that the Atlas adjustments I've
been making are proper. For most people, 3 months of
treatment is the maximum before I've done all that I
can do, and they almost always don't need any more
adjustments unless they're in an accident or exert
themselves unusually. You've been coming here pretty
regularly, for a little longer than that. Have you seen
this video?"
"Uh, no."
"Okay, why don't you watch this while I go check the
film. It gives some history on Chiropractic, problems
with the spine and some of the things we do to correct
it."
Steven heard the tape being pushed into the player, the
sound of the TV being turned on, and the door being
closed. Good, he thought to himself, no affair. But the
dates matching perfectly were beyond matters of chance.
He continued listening as the tape explained
Chiropractic. He heard most of it very clearly and even
learned a few things. The videotape concluded and
rewound. Dr. Gilliam, the name no longer a metaphor of
evil, re-entered the room.
"How was the tape?"
"What tape?"
What Steven heard afterwards chilled him.
When he entered the kitchen, the surprise that greeted
him didn't surprise him. His wife was standing in the
informal dining area, which had a glass door built into
a bay window, which leads to the rear deck. She was
wearing a short T-shirt that was pulled above her
breasts, and her breasts were pressed against the
glass. She was working a dildo in her cunt, a wide and
long dildo, but made of ice. He had been in the garage
maybe 45 minutes, replaying the tape, and based on the
water dripping from the dildo and pooling on the floor,
she had apparently been at this a while. What's a
husband to do?
He fucked her standing up, her hands against the
doorframe, feeling a biting mix of cold and heat as he
plunged within her. As he fucked her, he noticed they
were being watched. Their neighbor, again, on his deck,
staring through the trees. He apparently there to water
his plants, but, instead, he was rubbing his crotch.
Steven guided Hayley's head to the right, and he could
tell she was confused.
He tightened his grip on her pelvis, and thrust hard
and fast within her, cumming just as she recognized
their voyeur. She made an unusual squeaking sound
before sliding his cock out of her cunt and all but
running from the door, then upstairs. Steven picked up
what remained of the ice dildo from the floor and
quickly walked it to the sink. Like Hayley, he didn't
want to see their neighbor, either.
Two days later, he had a chiropractic appointment.
Without the least bit of surprise, Dr. Gilliam was good
looking, with soap opera type looks - tan, graying at
the temples, not a real doctor, just playing one on
TV... Steven fought to continue the role of patient. He
told him that he had woken up several days earlier with
a "crick" in his neck, but unlike others, it didn't
seem to go away. The doctor asked a standard variety of
questions, marking a checklist on his clipboard. Steven
almost missed it, but Dr. Gilliam was using a red ink
pen. So Hayley probably hadn't written the messages on
herself, after all. It made some sort of perverted
sense.
Dr. Gilliam indicated that he would need x-rays to
provide the proper adjustments, and they proceeded with
that. The doctor then had Steven sit in the examination
room, including little more than a padded table, a
chair, a small counter space, some posters, and a
TV/VCR. The doctor then suggested he watch a video
about Chiropractic while the x-rays were developed and
he saw another patient. Uh-huh. Sure.
He inserted the video, and Steven closed his eyes. He
already had heard the video, thanks, and he had no
intention of watching it. After it was over, the door
was closed, and he quickly looked in the cabinet below
the VCR to see what other movies were there. There was
only one, about spinal construction. The label was very
similar to the one in the VCR, so he swapped it and
placed the video the doctor had shown him in his inside
jacket pocket, which was hanging from a chair.
More than a few minutes later, the doctor returned and
invited him to a viewing room to review his x-rays. Dr.
Gilliam pointed out how his neck was unusually straight
and that, as he aged, how the vertebrae were likely to
become fused to a degree and painful. Steven actually
hadn't made up the neck story; it just didn't hurt now.
Maybe a couple of months ago. The doctor explained how
several months of adjustments, moving this vertebrae
this way and another that way, should work well to keep
everything the way it was meant to be.
He took Steven to another room, which had a strange
device with an arm that stood by a padded table. He
asked if Steven had understood the video.
"Video?" He looked confused. There was an uncomfortable
pause.
Hopefully, this would work.
"Tell me, how has your sex life been lately?" Steven
looked straight ahead, with minimal movement, not sure
how he was to play this part. He tried to copy his
wife's tone. "It's been great. My wife has been acting
like a nympho the past several months. She's never
acted like this before." "Really, tell me about the
last time."
Steven told him about the ice cube dildo and the show
by the back door.
Dr. Gilliam chuckled, seeming quite pleased with
himself. "Excellent. At our next appointment, you will
bring me the videotape your wife recently made while
you were eating ice cream. You will not remember
anything I've said in this room when you hear me count
'3.' One, two, three."
When he finished counting, Steven looked at him. Dr.
Gilliam resumed, "you need to lie down on the table
with your head at the far end, so I can make the first
adjustment. You'll need to be..."
Steven cut him off. "I don't think so."
"Excuse me?"
Steven removed the Dictaphone from his pants pocket,
and hit the PLAY button.
The doctor's voice sounded. "So tell me, what type of
outfit did you choose?"
Hayley answered, "What I knew he would like. Black
leather boots, black leather gloves, black leather
mask."
"And you wore nothing else?"
"No."
"That would be quite a sight. Okay, two things. First,
this is what I want you to do tonight. First, when you
get home, take a plastic coke bottle, the 20 oz. size,
and fill it about 2/3 full of water. Lay it on its side
in the freezer. Tonight, sometime after your husband
comes home, cut the plastic bottle away from the ice,
then run water over the ice to shape a dildo, a nice
fat one, maybe as thick as your wrist. Pick out a room
in the house and let him find you using the dildo, with
your legs spread. Do it by a window or door so that
there's a chance someone will see you.
"I think maybe you should just wear a T-shirt this
time, but pull it above your breasts. No bra. Let him
fuck you. After that, you'll be embarrassed about your
little exhibition, and leave to another room. After you
dress, you will feel satisfied, and personally
rewarded, that you were able to offer yourself to your
husband this way. Then it will occur to you that sex
really felt so much better after a visit to the
chiropractor.
"Secondly, when we begin talking again, you will tell
me that you continue to be concerned that your breasts
hang unevenly. You will then ask me if an adjustment
can be made to make them level. My seeing, touching,
and taking pictures of your breasts will seem a very
appropriate part of my job. While I am doing this, you
will only feel some guilt about how surprisingly good
it makes you feel that someone besides your husband is
touching your breasts. When I count '3,' you will not
recall this conversation.
"One, two, three."
"Oh, I guess I forgot to get the videotape for you. So
tell me, where does it hurt today?"
"Well, I'm really embarrassed to say this, but, I think
my breasts are hanging unevenly. Is there an adjustment
that can fix that?"
"That's not something I can capture on x-ray..."
"I know. Here, let me show you. I want your opinion." A
few faint noises, obviously the sound of her blouse and
bra being removed, then, "What do you think?"
"Well, I don't want to jump to conclusions. Which
breast do you think is hanging lower?"
"The right one."
"Are you sitting up straight? Ah, that's better. Okay,
lift your hands and touch the top of your head. A
little higher. That's it, yes. Hold that position. Let
me take some measurements for my file." The sound of a
drawer opening and closing. "Let's see, that's just
over a 38" chest. That's not unusually large, so the
weight by itself is not likely to be a factor. Let's
see. I'm afraid my fingers are a little cold. Hopefully
you won't find this uncomfortable." There was a long
silence, as presumably, he felt her breasts. "Okay,
perhaps some small alterations in your spine can adjust
this over time. For comparison, I'm going to need to
take some photos, which we'll probably have to update
every several weeks."
Steven stopped the tape. Throughout the tape, Dr.
Gilliam had been having a very difficult time making
eye contact, no doubt trying to think of a way out of
this. He backed away a little. Maybe Steven looked
dangerous. The doctor stammered for words, then began
in earnest. "I must admit, you are quite the Sherlock
for figuring this out. But let me explain." Yeah sure.
"I have a successful practice. I paid a lot of money to
purchase an existing practice after working with my
predecessor for several years. He had a number of other
hobbies, one of which was hypnotism. I don't understand
it at all."
"There's a lot of chiropractors out there. You see
their offices everywhere - in run down shopping
centers, in older homes that have been commercialized
because 4 lane roads run where their front yards used
to be. Very few do you find that are in medical
complexes or in newly constructed, stand-alone
buildings like this one. There's a lot of reasons for
that, but buying this practice seemed the best way of
avoiding becoming one of the 'have nots.' My wife, you
know, she spends as much as I can make. And I can spend
pretty well myself. Club memberships, clothes, cars,
the loan to pay for this place. That's where the video
comes in."
"The video was made by my predecessor. The hypnotic
part comes during the first couple of minutes, when
people will pay the most attention. I'm a doctor, you
understand. I've been to college, learned the skills,
and devoted my life to Chiropractic. I believe in what
I do, and that it also helps people lead more
comfortable lives. At the same time, it's a challenge.
Many health insurers don't pay for visits, so it's left
to my customers to foot the bill. At $30, we charge a
reasonable rate.
"The problem is, when it's their money, they only come
long enough to feel better, then they skip the
remaining appointments that our science says they need
to help reduce symptoms now and recurrences later.
Someone may need eight visits over three months. If
they come twice and can resume their normal activities,
they don't come back.
"The idea behind the video was for them to feel good
about their lives, and then relate those feelings to
the benefits of my service. That way, they come back.
They're better off for the visits, and I rarely have
any openings in the appointment calendar. It's a win-
win situation."
"I can see that," Steven said. "But then you got
greedy."
The doctor gave a slow nod. "My predecessor didn't give
me much instruction on the limitations of the video. He
said I couldn't force people to do things they didn't
want to do, and I haven't really pushed the envelope,
so to speak. But I first became tempted with a quite
attractive blonde several years ago. Let's just say
that it's worked every time so far. But I can only go
so far. There's too much disease out there, and,
really, I'm quite happy at home. Also, after a
patient's first appointment, I usually only schedule
fifteen minutes per appointment, so there's no time to
use the video."
"But in certain situations, you do."
"Well, yes. The good looking women are a weakness."
"And what do you do with them?"
"I really don't want to go into that."
Steven raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? I have your
medical license hanging by a thread." He dangled the
Dictaphone in front of him. "Tell me, what have you
done with my wife?"
"I've never had sex with her, if that's what you mean.
I've never even had her remove her pants. There just
isn't enough time, for one thing, plus I have two
female assistants who are always about. There's too
great a chance I'd get caught. I've seen your wife's
breasts, yes, and taken some pictures. I've done that
with a lot of women. And rather than make them just
feel good about their backs, I've expanded the benefits
of Chiropractic to fulfilling sex. They're happy. You
should be happy. They feel better. I get to satisfy my
libido while filling my bank account. And that's really
about it."
Steven gave him a skeptical look. "That all sounds very
reasonable, but I have my doubts. You could use your
video so that patients forget that they had to wait an
extra half hour for their appointment, and you could
use it to make your patients think their appointment
started late, when in fact, you had liberty with them
for as long as you wanted. And as for your staff, you
could easily have them watch the video and have them
forget what they've seen you do. I can only think of
one solution here."
He looked at me, emotions mixed between panic and hope.
What hope did he have? "Your office, does it have a
VCR?"
"Yes."
"The only way I'll let you out of this is for you to
watch your video, and then answer the questions for me.
That's your only option, short of being exposed."
The doctor gave a somewhat defeated look. He said, "I
know what you're thinking, but the film won't work on
me. We've got to find some other terms. I'll be happy
to give you your wife's pictures back, and the
videotapes she's brought me. This has the potential of
too much trouble. How about this? There's two more
copies of the videotape in my safe. We can destroy them
together. Just to give you some reassurance, I'll give
you a few pictures of my wife." He reached into his
desk drawer and removed several pictures. I looked. If
he was a graying Ken, she was a nude 30ish Barbie. Wow.
The face in the picture matched a photo on his desk, a
portrait that pictured them together. It seemed legit.
"Keep those under wraps. If she finds out, I've had it.
I can't afford a divorce." Dr. Gilliam opened the safe
and removed the videotapes. He had a hammer in another
desk drawer, and offered it to Steven. They stepped
outside through his private door to the rear of the
building, and Steven smashed the tapes, pulling the
film from them. He then threw them in a dumpster.
Dr. Gilliam looked worried, and he had reason to be.
His business was likely to go on the decline. "I'd
appreciate it if you left that little tape with me," he
said.
"No, I don't think so," Steven said. "I have no way of
knowing whether you have more tapes, or more pictures
of Hayley and me. We'll call it a draw."
He nodded, reluctantly accepting the terms. "Okay. A
draw. Anything else?"
"Yes, this visit was free." He nodded again and
escorted Steven to the lobby before taking his next
patient, an absolutely gorgeous 20 or so year old that
Steven couldn't imagine had any problem with her back.
The things he could do with that tape.
Steven figured it was probably best not to tell Hayley
about what had happened. No doubt her Chiropractic
visits would soon end, without the hypnotic suggestions
that it was working so well. He thought about telling
her to see another doctor, but that would just arouse
suspicion. With any justice, the doctor's practice
would be meeting its end in the next several months.
***
Dr. Gilliam seethed. Steven was smart to figure him
out. But he was also gullible. He removed the master
copy of his videotape from an unlocked file cabinet...
the best place to keep your valuables. He amused
himself and laughed shortly. Steven's audiotape was too
incriminating, and many of his clients were too
distinguished to hear about the "privileges" he allowed
himself. If they found out, he'd be in jail. Worse, two
were wives of pro football players. He'd be dead.
In a way, Steven had answered a question that he'd been
tantalizing himself with. As a recent widower, the
prospect of using his tape to get more than a titty
grab HAD occurred to him, and Hayley was a fine piece
of ass. It was finding an opportunity that he had been
careful with, and with Hayley, he now had an
opportunity and a purpose. Sweet.
If Steven had just made him watch the tape, he would
have revealed everything. Sucker. He had no idea how
the thing worked, but if he could suggest to a woman
that she couldn't see "Fuck Me" written on her body,
his personal signature of sorts, it seemed like the
tape could be used for about anything. It was time to
push the envelope.
***
Hayley arrived on time for her Chiropractic appointment
the following Tuesday, after her part-time work. Dr.
Gilliam's assistant had called and asked if a later
afternoon appointment would be okay, as something had
come up, and she found that she was the last
appointment for the day.
When she got to the patient room, Dr. Gilliam held up a
video and asked if she had seen it. It looked familiar,
but for the life of her, she couldn't remember anything
about it. The doctor started the tape and left the room
while she watched.
They chatted a bit, he made an adjustment to her back,
and she headed home. Her van clock said 7:00. She
looked at her watch. 7:00. What? Where had the time
gone? The video must have been longer than she thought,
although, thinking about it, she didn't seem to
remember much about it. She wondered if she was having
a problem with her memory. She hurried as best she
could through traffic to get home. She was surprisingly
tired, so she fixed sandwiches, ate and then went
upstairs to shower. Steven seemed to accept that she
got hung up in traffic.
She felt unusually sticky. In the bathroom, she started
the shower water, undressed, then looked in the mirror
and saw what she recognized as cum, dried on her cunt,
and a trail of small dried drops leading up to her
breasts as well. This panicked her. She looked again in
the mirror. She had what Steven referred to as her
"just fucked look," red splotches on her skin with a
healthy glow. But she hadn't had sex with Steven in a
couple of days, and she had showered since then, at
least twice, and just this morning, in fact! The time
lapse occurred to her. She couldn't remember anything,
but the only possible answer was that Dr. Gilliam
had...
Just then, Steven opened the bathroom door, naked, with
a raging hard-on, and pushed her into the shower. She
was being taken, all over again, just like her Viking
story. How many times had she been taken lately? Dr.
Gilliam! She didn't remember telling him about her
favorite book, but somehow she knew she had! Steven
engulfed a breast with his mouth, then sucked her
nipple fiercely, just short of biting it with his
teeth. The pleasure almost became pain when he lowered
himself to her cunt, and horrified thoughts of "NO! NO!
NOOOOOO!" raged through her mind.
He didn't stop the licking. Couldn't he taste...? Maybe
the shower water would wash it away in time... The
pressure of his tongue on her clit and the thought of
her husband slurping another man's cum from her cunt
sent her pulse racing. And the realization that she had
been fucked without knowing it was a taboo far beyond a
rape by a conquering Viking. She screamed in her
orgasm. Loud.
The following week, Hayley received another call from
the Chiropractor, requesting another appointment
change, and again, it was for the last appointment of
the day. Fine. While she had shared in a fantasy she
didn't even know she had, a confrontation was at hand.
***
Dr. Gilliam almost couldn't concentrate on his patients
through the day. Hayley had been a great fuck, and he
would fuck her again, but he had a purpose to achieve.
And while Hayley had been quite a willing participant
under his spell, the next time, and from now on, he
would have her of her own will. Sweet.
He finished with his last patient, and told his
receptionist she could go ahead and leave, for which
she gave him a disapproving look. Time for her to watch
a video... It wouldn't do to have his receptionist
suspect he was getting intimate with a married patient.
He locked up.
He opened the door to the room in which his forthcoming
fuck awaited, and, ...what a mixed signal! Hayley
stood, fury on her face, but her nipples were rock
hard, poking through the fabric of her blouse,
apparently without the restriction of a bra. As he
stared at her breasts, she raced forward, slapped him
hard across the face and yelled "Bastard! You bastard!"
Yeah, he thought, I am. But you're turned on.
Otherwise, why no bra? And a skirt? She always wore
slacks or shorts. How much did she know?
She slapped him again. He apparently wasn't paying
enough attention. "How could you? You fucked me! I
found your cum all over me when I got home!" Huh? Hell.
He had forgotten to make her oblivious to any signs of
sex. He had only made her forget about having sex and
to suspect the video for being longer than she
remembered. Well, it really didn't matter if she knew.
He was about to tell her anyway. But something about it
turned her on...of, course! Her rape fantasy. Her
favorite book. He had drawn that out from her about two
months ago, and he had used it subtly in his
suggestions. Subtlety was at an end.
"Hayley, we need to talk. Step into my office and I'll
show you a couple things."
She followed him in, and sat in one of his chairs. He
opened his safe and retrieved a video. The best lies
are mixed with truth.
"Your husband is a smart man, Hayley. He visited me a
couple of weeks ago and confronted me with an audio
tape, from a recorder he had placed in your purse."
Hayley looked intrigued. This likely wasn't at all the
conversation she had been expecting.
"The tape proves that I use a videotape about
Chiropractic terms to hypnotize some of my patients, in
this case, you." He could see that Hayley seemed to
register understanding about how she had been fucked,
as well as the loss of an hour and a half or so. He
explained how the particular audiotape suggested that
she make an ice dildo, and exhibit herself to whatever
world was beyond the door or window she had stood by.
"The tape also, I might add, unfortunately, included me
suggesting that your breasts were uneven and that you
should display them to me in hope of an adjustment."
Hayley looked down at her breasts briefly, again
understanding. "That's right, they're perfectly
matched."
"Bastard," Hayley snarled in a low voice.
"Steven asked me if I had done anything further than
that. I told him 'no.' There wasn't time during normal
appointment schedules for anything beyond, basically,
teenage petting. I gave him all the photographs of your
breasts I had taken. As he thought about it, I think
the potential power of the videotape got to his head.
He demanded a copy. I refused, for which you should be
grateful. And I'll show you why."
He placed his video in the VCR and hit 'play.' He saw
the mistrust on her eyes.
"Don't watch the video until you're confident that it's
not the hypnotic one. Go ahead. Look away." He started
the movie. He stifled a chuckle as Hayley's voice
filled the room, from the TV. It was soft. Submissive.
"Fuck me. Please? I've been admiring...wanting you for
weeks."
Hayley's eyes opened wide and turned her head to watch,
so Dr. Gilliam, knowing his fish was hooked and all but
pulled on board, watched with her. It showed her
walking on her knees, to his crotch, unfastening his
belt, unfastening his pants, reaching in his underwear
to pull out his cock. My 8" cock, Dr. Gilliam thought.
Bigger than your husband, aren't I? You aren't used to
that, are you? He had to control another chuckle. He
had watched the video repeatedly the night before, but
now, he was enjoying watching Hayley, shock on her
face, her mouth open, paralyzed in stunned silence. Her
face was a magnificent glowing red. Her nipples hard.
Sweet. He would enjoy her. He let the video continue.
There wouldn't be any more dialogue in the video, he
knew. He started talking after the movie showed his
first orgasm, into HER pussy.
"It goes on for another 30 minutes or so. You sucked my
cock back to life, and we had another go. I had mixed
feelings about doing this, Hayley, and here's why." She
looked at him, skepticism mixed with fury, fury mixed
with passion. Or so he hoped. Soon now...
"That audio tape threatens my business, you understand.
Steven threatened my medical license, newspaper
exposure, that kind of thing. Although I had given him
pictures of my wife, naked..." He sounded downcast.
"You know she died several months ago." Hayley was
watching the video, which showed her sucking his cock
like a porn star. "So he took those pictures of my
wife, and I gave him the pictures I had taken of you.
He wins, you know? I asked him what it would take for
me to get the tape back from him. You're not going to
like his answer." Hayley turned to look at him. Her
nipples were still hard nubs. Sweet. Worth lying for.
He tried what he hoped was his most sincere voice. "He
said he would trade it for a video of me fucking you."
With that, the color draining from her face. "He
didn't!" She looked distant, her thoughts unfathomable.
"He did. And I don't know if I can trust a man who
would have his wife fucked by another man. I have a
business and my reputation to protect. Unfortunately,
that's going to make things more difficult for you." He
could tell Hayley was sensing an impending doom. "Step
over to my computer." This was going to be fun. Hayley
sat in a rolling chair, still showing some spirit in
that she wasn't afraid to look. He logged onto the
internet, and went to his own website,
www.boughtandpaidfor.com. Tears formed in Hayley's
eyes. In bold capital yellow letters across the screen
was her name. "H A Y L E Y."
And underneath, in slightly smaller print, "Slut wife."
As he scrolled down the screen, he revealed that the
website included the photos of her breasts he had
taken, stills from the video she had just been
watching, and stills from a video of her fucking
Steven. He clicked on a thumbnail picture. A picture of
Steven's cock in her cunt filled the screen. He hit the
"back" button, and then clicked on a link for effect. A
small square appeared on the screen and a video began
of Steven cumming on her face, audio included, with her
giggling after he was done.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you about those. I had you bring
me all your sex tapes and nude photos a couple months
or so ago. Steven took them back, but not before I
digitized them. See? Here's a Polaroid of you posing
naked. I believe you said that was 12 years ago. Look
how young you look. It's too bad the color is fading.
"But I digress. Here's the point. Your sister is a
client. She even sent me a joke e-mail that went out to
all her friends, including their e-mail addresses. She
told me who your friends are. Who your pastor is. I
have clients that go to your church. I know where your
husband works. All of them are going to get an
anonymous note that lists this website." He let that
sink in. Hayley hunched over in her seat, placing her
hands over her face. "UNLESS, you do what I want."
Hayley looked frozen, probably just beginning to
imagine what things he would do with her. "Hey, look,
the counter shows 18 people have been to the site
already, and I haven't even registered it with the
search engines."
***
Hayley had searched all over the damn house before
finding the cursed audiotape, hidden in one of Steven's
jacket pockets in his closet. She had searched his
closet first, but hadn't thought of checking the
pockets until she came up empty everywhere else. She
had played it, and it said exactly what the good Doctor
had said it did. Damn him! She didn't have the means to
copy a micro-cassette, so she played it next to an old
cassette recorder, and got a poor copy as a backup, at
least, if things didn't work out the way she hoped. And
it was only hope. She had no plan. She could try
blackmailing him with the audio, but he could likely
hypnotize her all over again and make her forget she
even had it. She was stuck.
The good doctor had known that Steven was away on a
fishing trip this weekend, which she somewhat
remembered telling him a few weeks earlier. As she
approached his house, she felt, simply, ruined. The
website would be disastrous. She didn't think that the
video had been Steven's idea, but she couldn't be sure,
especially the way he had charged in on her before she
showered, just after she had been fucked by the doctor.
He hadn't been at all curious or upset that she was so
late. Did he know? In any case, the video didn't show
the doctor's face, but the body was obviously not her
husbands. If her friends or family saw it, they would
have to move. Or worse, even if it was his idea, Steven
could divorce her, blaming her for cheating on him. The
evidence would show it. But he loved her. She knew he
did.
And she loved him. Yet, here she was, at the Doctor's
house, knowing that she would have sex with some number
of guys. She had no bags, although she knew she would
be there two nights until midday Sunday, so that she
would be home in time for Steven's return. She parked
the van, noticing that others' cars were already there.
She walked to the front door, feeling a mild, cool
breeze blow through her blouse and hair, across her
flesh. Which, in contrast to the ruin that lay beyond
the door, made her feel surprisingly sensuous. She rang
the doorbell.
Dr. Gilliam opened the door, all smiles. "Super! You're
here, right on time. I knew you would be. You look
fantastic." She smiled at the compliment; she had
worked on her looks all day it seemed, in a dreamy
nightmare of sensual pleasures and utter humiliation.
But here she was, and she would go through with it. She
didn't have a choice.
Her hair was placed perfectly, well brushed and pulled
back to fall below her shoulders. Steven liked it loose
during sex. She wore high heeled spaghetti strap
sandals, an olive skirt, and a very light beige sweater
vest, which hinted at a lacy bra beneath. It was
something she had worn on a night out with Steven.
Alluring, but not trampy. "Do you have the...?" She cut
his question short by handing him the audiotape. He
looked delighted.
She followed Dr. Gilliam to his entertainment room. It
included a pool table, a card table, a wide screen TV,
two recliners, and a couch. There were two men seated
at the card table, both good looking, which, frankly,
disappointed her. She was hoping they would be ugly so
that she could just hate them and the entire
experience, rather than herself. They looked at her
quizzically, however. Not the eyes of sex-starved
maniacs. Late 30's, early 40's. Marriage rings.
"Gentlemen, this is the surprise I promised. Her name
is Hayley." At least he didn't say my last name, she
thought. "Remember the convention we went to in the
Bahamas a few years ago?" They looked at her with more
interest. "Hayley's not a hooker for the evening,
though. She's married, and she's a patient. But she's
also mine to fuck. And tonight, Hayley will perform
just about anything we want her to." He grabbed her ass
as he said this, giving her a good squeeze. At this,
their eyes did turn to hunger, and she was surprised as
a baritone emerged from the kitchen. "Well, hello
there!" A black man, well... chocolate brown, maybe
even a dark bronze, walked in. He, too, was good
looking. Muscular. Big. She was going to hate herself.
Why was she doing this? She knew the answer before she
even asked the question.
Dr. Gilliam led her to the kitchen, where he showed her
around. Her first duties of the night would be to serve
as a waitress to them as they played cards and watched
a pre-season Friday night football game. She carried in
a tray of beers and set them on the table, which had
cutouts for holding drinks. She expected to be groped,
and she was. As she leaned over placing the last beer,
a man introduced himself as Mac, held her left tit
between his hand and didn't let go. He said, "Richard,
I seem to remember in Nassau that our... waitress...
was topless. How does this work, do you tell her what
to do or can we?"
"Hayley will only obey me, but I'll tell her do
anything you want. She knows what this is about, and
she came of her own free will. Didn't you Hayley?"
The Doctor had given her specific instructions on how
she was to play her role. She died inside as she
answered, but in a surprisingly eager voice. "You know
I'm yours," she winked, and after a pause concluded,
"to do with... whatever... you... want."
"Hayley, remove your top." Her face turned red as the
men turned to watch. "And the bra." Dr. Gilliam had
said that she was to perform, actually, to happily
perform whatever he said. He had actually driven the
role home when he had said that she should consider
herself his tamed captive. Just like the book. And this
was why she would hate herself, and had been hating
herself all day. She could still hate him for what he
was making her do, but she feared the guilt of enjoying
herself even more. Her guilt began with the breeze
tantalizing her skin when she arrived on his porch,
when she realized she was already excited, already wet,
already willing to fuck, without even putting up a
fight.
So she turned her back to them, humiliation burning
within, removed her bra, and then turned to give them a
look at her tits. The excitement quenched her
humiliation with an even stronger fire. They were
staring at her breasts, the breasts of a captive slave
who, truly, had no choice in the matter.
Dr. Gilliam soon took control as they began to move
towards her. "Wait guys. Remember Nassau. Winner of the
hand gets to suck her tits for a minute. Hayley, go get
the Readi Whip." The term "whip" startled her, before
she understood what he was asking. Whatever game they
were playing was some variation of Poker. Mac won. She
stood in front of him as he left his chair to get a
better angle of attacking her tits. The good doctor
handed Mac the can of Readi Whip, which Mac sprayed
onto each of her nipples. Her nipples were already
hard. The Readi Whip was just... cold. Mac licked
around her breast before closing in on her nipple. She
saw the desire in the men's eyes, and then her cunt
went crazy on her as Mac seemed to swallow the front
half of her other breast at once. Her juices were
flowing.
Dr. Gilliam took control again. "That's good, Mac. I
think she's hot already. Hayley, there's a jar of
cherries in the refrigerator. Bring them here, and
return, let's see... how was it? Oh, yes. Return only
wearing your shoes." The other men had grins, obviously
having done this before. "You guys know what the next
hand wins." There was a tense laughter that followed
her.
Safe in the kitchen, she stopped a moment to catch her
breath. This was it. She was about to be gang-banged.
From a steady diet of her husband the past 15 years or
so, to two trysts with the Doctor, one unbeknownst to
her and the other a quickie after he confronted her
with the web site. He had enjoyed it, not just
physically, she knew, but due to the power of breaking
her will, making her decide, or rather admit, then and
there that she was trapped. His to use. Yes, he had
enjoyed the power, the power of stripping her as she
trembled before him, the power of making her beg to
fuck him, the power of making her get on her knees,
spread her cunt lips, and guide his shaft within her.
The power of making her a slut. Of her own will.
Did it really matter in the great scheme of things that
she would be fucked yet again? Not if Steven never
found out. That was her goal. Steven must never find
out. She found the cherries. She saw chocolate syrup on
the same shelf. She hoped that wouldn't be next. What a
mess that would make. She closed the refrigerator door.
She looked down. Her naked breasts hung there, as they
always had. The sight of her breasts had never meant
anything to her sexually, but the fact that another
man, a stranger, had sucked them, that others would,
turned her on. She removed her skirt and then her
panties. Soaked. They would find her... wet... so, wet.
She returned to the entertainment room, all eyes on
her. Why was the football game still on? She would be
the entertainment. She felt wetness trickle down her
thigh as she walked. She hadn't thought about the
effect her hairless cunt would have on them. Catcalls.
The doctor waved for her to stand beside him. He took
the jar of cherries from her, and gave them to the
black man, whose name she didn't know. The men stood,
and the Doctor placed a heavy cover that fit over the
card table. The card game, she knew, was over.
Dr. Gilliam said, "Anyone done this since Nassau?" They
all shook their heads, no. "I liked it so much I put
that portrait with the hooker on my desk at work for
the fond memory." They all laughed.
The black man had apparently won the round. He came
around the table, put the cherries down, and grabbed
her pelvis with both massive hands. He lifted her up
onto the table, where she quickly understood she was to
spread her legs. He reached for the cherries. Long
stems.
"Man, she's wet! Did you see how that slid in there?"
Hayley felt two more pushed in, the last of which he
apparently controlled by holding the stem. He lowered
his face, biting the stem, and pulled the cherry out of
her cunt. He ate it. The doctor said what she hoped the
black man was thinking, "Sweet." A black man hardly
touching her, and she was ready to be fucked.
The man inserted a finger, then another, easily into
her cunt. He found her G-spot, but she was distracted
by the remaining two cherries being moved about within
her. He removed his hand, holding the two stems. She
was certain the other two cherries were crushed inside
her cunt. He lowered his head, this time using his
tongue.
It felt so different. He wasn't trying at all to turn
her on, but concentrated on lapping her juices to his
content. And the cherry juices... of, course. He
emerged from between her legs with a huge smile on his
face. "Man, two years. That was good." A short
conversation indicated that no one had been able to
talk their wives into doing that, and Hayley settled
herself in for turns. The bottle of cherries gradually
became empty. She smelled the cherry juice as much as
the smell of her sex. Mac was last and seemed to take
breaks from his snack to actually give her a little
pleasure, more than a little. In return, she responded
by moving her hips, guiding his tongue, his face, to
maximize her pleasure.
Her bucking was misunderstood. The fourth man, Keith,
said "Look at her, she wants to get fucked! Richard,
how did you find this slut? And she's married?" Hayley
knew Steven wasn't the only married man whose sex life
had settled down. And the word, "slut." She didn't want
to think about a proper definition, but yes, she felt
it. She was a slut, for the weekend, at least. And he
was right. She did want to be fucked. She even enjoyed
the idea of besting his wife, a woman she would never
meet, in giving him a thrill.
Following the last instruction the Doctor had given her
role for the evening, for just this moment, when sex
was inevitable, Hayley said, "Please, Doctor, would you
let them fuck me now?"
The words reminded her that she was HIS captive, and it
reminded the men that she was HIS sex slave. Her
fantasy again. She wanted to be filled with cock. What
was he waiting for?
The doctor responded by removing his pants. He was the
last to do so. The others had been stroking themselves,
although she hadn't been able to watch. She didn't
remember actually seeing the doctor's cock, other than
watching the video in his office. It had seemed large
then, and it had felt large within her, but as she saw
him approach, she marveled at its size. Maybe two
inches longer than Steven, and just as thick. He slid
the head in, her lips spreading to accommodate him. He
felt wonderful. He backed up slightly, then thrust
forward, filling her. The words "ooohhh, yessss"
escaped from her lips before she could even think of
controlling herself. The doctor thrust in again,
staring into her eyes, knowing he had her. And he would
be right. The bastard.
A marvelously dark cock slapped onto her cheek. She
turned her head, and took it in. The pre-cum was
quickly devoured, and she quickly adapted to the
novelty of a new cock, a new shape, a new texture, a
new taste. Her hand grabbed at his balls, so large,
hanging from his shaft. His cock was about the same
size as her husband, and just as she was realizing a
little disappointment from the stereotype of a black
man's cock, the Doctor's pace picked up in her cunt,
and she could feel his hot jism shooting within her.
She returned her attentions to the sucking the cock at
her mouth when Mac began to fuck her, building up
speed. She wanted to have him cum with another man's
cock in her mouth. Two at once... She grasped the black
shaft with her hand, stroking it while she sucked and
licked the head of his cock. The shaft felt smaller
than Steven's did, but the head was so big. Just as Mac
blasted within her, she could feel the cock in her hand
pulse, then cum shot in her mouth and on her face. It
didn't seem to end.
She reached to her face to unclog her nose, and felt
his cum just...everywhere.
He stepped back, a dominating presence, a masterful
expression. "Man, that white bitch can suck!" He
returned to stroking his cock, preparing to give her
more. Mac stepped up with his limp cock, which she
sucked, tasting the mixture of juices. She didn't
particularly like it, but she liked the idea of what it
was. She felt Keith slip within her, not much of a
presence to whatever cock he had, but it felt good for
her cunt to be filled.
Mac recovered surprisingly quickly, as she felt the
hardness of his shaft with her hand, the velvety
mushroom head between her lips. She heard Keith say,
"Hayley, you are one... hot... slut!" She felt him
shoot, but less so as he pulled out to spray her
hairless pubic area. Perhaps at the sight of this man
cumming on her, Mac orgasmed again, pulling out of her
mouth and cumming on her face. Her eyes were covered
with cum. She was afraid to open them, and began to
move the globs of jism from her face with her fingers.
The Doctor surprised her by placing a couch pillow
under her head, giving her a view just as the black man
penetrated her. The doctor's head was somewhat in the
way as he too watched, while fondling and licking a
breast. The black man's cock was pitch black, so much
darker than the rest of his skin, and the sight of it
going in and out of her white, cum covered cunt would
be a memory to relive. She felt kind of stretched, and
his cock didn't feel as good as it might another time,
but she felt his huge balls slapping against her ass.
She reached down with a hand to work her clit. Catcalls
again. Her body tensed. She heard voices, "what a hot
bitch... who's married to that? ...who cares? She fucks
better than that pro in Nassau... better looking,
too... I'd like to have that piece of ass every night"
It all went somehow to her head. She closed her eyes,
concentrating on the moment.
The cock within her, the balls slapping against her,
the doctor's manipulation of her nipple, the pleasure
she was giving her clit. The satisfaction of satisfying
4 men, who appreciated her for nothing other than the
sex she was giving. The fact that she was conquered,
and the thrill of enjoying it. Her body shook as the
orgasms washed over her, wave after wave. She had
never, ever, experienced such an orgasm.
She opened her eyes as the black man withdrew from her
cunt. He came just as her orgasm was subsiding. His cum
shot a long steady stream, over her stomach, onto the
Doctor's face, who was still licking her tit. The
bastard deserved it, and he obviously wasn't pleased.
Fuck him.
There seemed to be a break in the action - the men
putting on their pants, at least, and talking about
what they had just done. She laid there, resting a
while, before the Doctor said, "The rule is you're not
allowed to clean yourself off until we're all done. Now
go get us some beers. She passed a mirror on the way to
the kitchen. "Slut" was the word that came to mind.
"Whore" might have fit, but this wasn't for money.
She thought that might be it for the night. Hoped it
would be. Hoped it wouldn't be. Her cunt would be sore
if they fucked her much more, but she hoped they would.
Her nipple was sore where the good doctor had sucked at
it and pinched it with his teeth. She knew that the
next day would be more of the same, and possibly much
of Sunday. She tried to imagine the life ahead of her,
married by night, slut by day. She didn't trust the
doctor to use her wisely, either.
If these men liked having their picture taken with a
hooker in Nassau, she couldn't help but suspect the
good Doctor would give them digital pictures of her.
She felt sad for herself, as she thought of the unknown
number of men that the Doctor would share her with.
Over what? Weeks? Months? Years? Until he tired of her
and ruined her? She had no way out. None. Murder?
She couldn't see herself doing it. Plus there was too
much evidence against her. The captured damsel in her
novel got out of captivity by falling in love with her
captor, and making fall in love with her. She didn't
see that happening here. She was captured. And useful
for fucking. She hadn't imagined this particular end.
The story always ended happily. She felt a tear form in
her eye as she realized that she had been happy, just
moments before, being useful for fucking.
The beer seemed to flow, particularly for the Doctor.
They watched football while she laid across their laps,
pawing at her, sucking at her. They used her cunt for
"flavoring" each long neck bottle they opened. They all
but drank beer from her cunt. She lost count of the
blowjobs she gave. They seemed to run out of cum, but
they enjoyed having her to look at while she sucked
them anyway. She tired of it, but the variety in sizes,
tastes, responses to her touch, somehow continued to
keep her...wet.
Near the end of the football game, the Doctor had put
on the radio and told her to dance. It might have been
better if she could have done a strip tease, but all
she had was her heeled shoes. She had danced well, and,
she thought, provocatively. She had never seen a
stripper, but she couldn't imagine anyone could provide
a more explicit show. Some of it had been at the
Doctor's direction, such as removing cum from her cunt
and licking it off her finger. She did it. Some was at
her own initiative. After bending over and giving them
a few of her ass, someone had said, "There's still cum
dripping out of there." She fixed that by scooping it
out with her hands and spreading it on her tits. Then
she licked it off her tits, cum, with a flavor of
Molson. There was no shyness, if there ever had been.
The game ended, and the Doctor's guests had to head
home soon. Their wives expected them. He led her to his
couch, and had her bend over. Each of the men fucked
her a last time. By the third, it began to hurt. By the
fourth, it did. The Doctor whispered an instruction,
and she escorted them to the door, inviting them back
Saturday at any time, if they could make it. They all
would. Of course. There might be other friends who
would come, too. She was scared of the physical toll on
her body that would bring, but the praise they had
given her would make it worthwhile. She was known as a
great fuck, and would be known by others. They each
took a farewell grope, except for Mac, who gave her a
kiss on the cheek. Her first kiss of the night.
She was now alone with the Doctor, which scared her.
They hadn't been mean or cruel to her, but she knew he
would be. While the men were watching football, and she
was sucking Mr. Anonymous' cock, the men had asked the
Doctor how he had found Hayley. He didn't really
answer, but just said it was a power he had over women.
He concluded with the thought that he might even send
her home on Sunday full of cum, just after her husband
returned from his weekend trip. Hayley had almost
slipped into guilt, but someone had found her G-spot,
and she had found it easier to suck and enjoy.
But now the guilt was sinking in. With the men gone, so
had the main attraction of this reality. Only the
bastard remained. The Doctor changed the channel to the
news, and she sucked his cock while he finished his
beer. He wasn't soft. He wasn't hard. His cock was worn
out. But still, she licked and sucked, thinking,
hoping, that some sort of opportunity might present
itself.
The news ended, and the Doctor led her to the bedroom,
where he used handcuffs to secure one wrist to one of
the front corner feet on his bed. He showered, then
returned and crawled into bed. The lack of civility in
not even allowing her to shower infuriated her. And why
had he handcuffed her? He knew she would stay for the
weekend. He had her. She was his slut.
But there had to be a reason... and the only reason
that she could think of was not that she would leave,
but that she would find something! He had given her a
pillow and a blanket, at least, but with her hand
cuffed it was too awkward to lie comfortably. She
looked at the cuffs. There was no way of breaking them,
or getting her hands out. She had no idea where the key
was. She assessed the situation.
It finally came to her. The Doctor was indeed drunk.
Had any picked any of the rails of the footboard, she
would trapped. Maybe he thought that the other rails
would be too high for her to be comfortable enough to
sleep. What a kind bastard.
She heard the doctor snore. She decided that if this
idea worked, she would need to see a Chiropractor. That
almost made her laugh. She snaked her body under the
bed, and managed to move the pillow between her back
and the bed frame. Using her elbows and back, she tried
to lift the bed frame, and, specifically, the foot of
the bed, off the floor. The bed was king size and
terribly heavy, but it didn't take too long before she
found the right position that she thought would make it
work. The Doctor was still snoring, and she hoped this
last effort wouldn't wake him. She raised her back, and
the bed lifted. The handcuff slipped off the bottom of
the post.
Now, to use the opportunity. If it failed, she was
probably ruined for life. But there was hope. She hoped
he was a heavy sleeper, because she felt her best odds
were to start in his bedroom. He had left the bathroom
light on, which gave enough light for her to see, but
barely. There was also a small nightlight on a wall
receptacle. Maybe the bastard had nightmares in the
dark... She found the handcuff key first, on top of the
bedside table. That helped. She found a pistol in a
drawer. She knew a little about revolvers and saw that
it was loaded. She figured out where the safety device
was. It was on. She turned it off. She didn't plan to
use it, but it might just be helpful...
She was searching for this famed hypnotic video,
figuring he would be a fool not to keep one at home.
Had he used it on his wife? She didn't pursue the train
of thought. She didn't find it in his bedroom. She went
to the entertainment room, as it had a VCR. Maybe he
kept it handy for dates, the bastard. She opened the
cabinet door, and there it was. At least, she hoped
that was it. The title seemed familiar. Watching it
would get her into a mess, so she just trusted that it
was the right one. If it wasn't, maybe the gun would be
an adequate persuasion tool. And she did have the
handcuffs...
She saw that another video was in the VCR. It had her
name on it. She turned the TV on, muted it, and played
the video. It was the video the doctor had taken of her
being fucked in his office. Since he was such a camera
freak, she looked around the entertainment room to make
sure her new life as a slut hadn't been recorded. She
didn't see anything that looked like a camera.
She disappointed to find that her blouse and bra seemed
to have disappeared. Maybe someone took it as a
souvenir. She found her skirt on the kitchen floor. The
panties were gone. Something was better than nothing.
She returned to his bedroom, turned the VCR on, and
inserted the tape. She quickly hit "stop" before it
would automatically play. Then she turned the TV on.
This hypnotic thing apparently worked visually, since
the audiotape didn't seem to have an effect. She turned
the volume down. The TV cast a blue glow over the room
and his sleeping form. She thought briefly about how
she was going to manage this. Then, it was time for
sleepy boy to wake up.
She went to the bathroom, poured a cup of water,
returned, and dumped it on his face. He became somewhat
alert, and then alarmed as she turned the bedside lamp
on. He found himself staring at the barrel of his own
.357 magnum, being held by the otherwise enticing
topless form of what had been his willing sex kitten
hours earlier. He started to raise himself and say
something, but she drew back the hammer. He retreated
to his pillow.
"You, bastard, are going to watch a video. If I have to
shoot you, I'll be embarrassed when the police find
pictures and videos of me naked. But there's enough
evidence that the police will believe my story about
the pervert quack doctor, especially since I'll be
telling them the truth. So it's your choice. Die, or
watch the screen."
He nodded toward the screen. She stepped back so that
she was aside the TV, where she could make sure he kept
his eyes glued to the screen. The TV was less than 10'
from the bed, and there was no way she could miss if
she had to shoot. With six shots, anyway. She started
the VCR, and he watched.
Hayley did what her idiot, but loving, husband should
have done. She found out everything. After a few
commands, they started taking care of things. All the
hypnotic videos in the house were found. All the photos
of his patients in the house were found. He logged onto
the internet and destroyed the website he had created.
The counter had read 1,880. Damn. He must have
registered it, but there was nothing to be done about
the files people may have copied. They went to the
computer where the files were stored. She reformatted
the entire drive. There were no other copies except at
the office.
So, they would have to drive to the office. She had to
wear one of his shirts, and found her shoes. Sleepy boy
would have to stay in his pajamas. At the office
another hard drive was re-formatted, photos were handed
over, and videos were gathered. She piled it all into a
suitcase she had brought from his house. There were no
other copies of anything related to his hypnotic
controls that she didn't possess. IF he was telling the
truth. He seemed to be giving her all she had asked
for. But Steven had been satisfied too.
They returned to his house, where all was quiet, as it
should be at 4:00 a.m. She gave him a final suggestion,
that she had very much enjoyed plotting during the
return drive, tucked him into bed, and counted him to
sleep, "one, two, three."
Her drive home was one of self-congratulations and, she
admitted, fulfillment. It had been fun. Not her choice,
but it had been fun. The men had had their fun, too,
but it had been about as gentlemanly as a gang-bang
could get, she supposed. Her reverie was interrupted
when she was pulled over by a police car. Speeding 12
miles over.
The officer looked her over, probing her face and body
with his flashlight, then the interior of the van. She
was glad he didn't look too far down her legs. She
hadn't cleaned those up, and she was a sticky mess. She
realized that the man's shirt she was wearing and the
suitcase would tell him all he needed to know - that
she had slept with a man and was returning home. It was
unlikely he would suspect her of anything else, driving
in a family van as she was. The man, whose face she
could never make out, let her off with a warning.
***
Saturday, she made a fire in the backyard. Her romance
novel was first. She had lived that and beyond. The
photos the Doctor took were interesting. She was
comforted that her sister was not among them. Some of
the people she knew; most she didn't. She burned them
all. The videos she also threw in. The noxious fumes of
burning plastic drove her away from the fire, but she
had to return to dump in one other tape.
The video of the Doctor fucking her really turned her
on. She had watched it several times that afternoon,
cumming each time she watched it. If the video had
included all four men, she would have kept it,
somewhere. But the video was too dangerous to keep
around the house. Steven must never know.
During the evening, she deprogrammed herself. She had
to, before Steven's return on Sunday. Her emotions
competed with her logic, which competed with her cunt.
She imagined the men showing up at the Doctors house,
ready to fuck her. Her motions told her to feel guilty
for having enjoyed it. Her cunt told her to go back,
live a little more, and conclude the night with a
commemorative video. Her logic said, simply, "No."
Too much potential for disease, pregnancy, physical
harm. It was safe now. The men would have asked for
Hayley, and the Doctor wouldn't remember who she was.
IF the video had worked. She would know by a few days.
Her cunt hadn't given up the fight easily, though. She
had never before masturbated so much in a single day.
Sunday was good. Sex with her husband would be her
focus for the day. She worked on her tan, wearing a
small white bikini. She had never worn it except when
modeling it for Steven, who had bought it. It became
transparent when wet. She thought of a special party
for Steven's return, and settled on a rather simple
greeting. He had enjoyed the garage scene so much, she
decided to welcome him there. Nude. Covered with baby
oil, everywhere except her tits and her cunt. She
imagined a bucket of confetti emptying on her as he
drove in... Her cunt said maybe he would bring friends.
Stop it!
She heard a noise to her side, and through the edge of
her dark sunglasses, became aware that her neighbor was
watching her. She didn't move her head, but she was
quite hot, and perspiring. And she could only imagine
that her bikini was now see-thru. Minor amounts of
appreciation were good, she thought. Steven could, and
would, appreciate her more. How different she was...
***
Steven returned from his fishing trip to find all well
at home. The garage surprise made him fearful the
Doctor was still a problem, but Hayley truly lived the
moment. A messy moment. Talking, hugging, appreciating
him, encouraging him. Somehow, he knew it was all
"her." No mind games. Hayley seemed in good spirits,
and she grilled a steak to celebrate his return. He
enjoyed the trip away, but had been worried whether his
dealings with the Dr. Gilliam were truly over. He
thought he had handled it pretty well. And while the
photos of Dr. Gilliam's wife were great, it was the
pictures of his wife's tits that he had looked at while
he jerked off in the cabin.
Two days later, his worries went away. He showed the
newspaper article to Hayley, who had the most unusual
grin on her face. Humored? Sickened? Not surprised, at
the least. Maybe her instincts had told her something
wasn't right with the man. She was very insightful
about people. In any case, the doctor had been arrested
for multiple counts of public indecency. Maybe taking
his videos away had caused the doctor to go nuts. Going
to retirement homes and exposing himself to old ladies.
Imagine that.
All seemed right with the world. He poured himself a
Coke and headed for the den, where Hayley was waiting
to show him some movie she had gotten over the weekend.
PART TWO
How long had it been? Too long time since she had felt
her lover's touch. It was just the two of them, this
time. She spread her legs, watching his face as a smile
spread across his lips. Her own lips responded with a
tingle between her legs. He hadn't even touched her
yet, and she found herself holding her breath until he
did. He approached her slowly, too slowly. She bent her
knees, pulling her legs back, leaning back on an elbow.
She closed her eyes, waiting.
He wouldn't fuck her. Not yet. This wasn't an
invitation for that. She knew that he enjoyed getting
personal with her sex. He would smell her, grazing her
clit with his nose. Then he would taste her juices and
probe her with his tongue. He was getting nearer; she
could feel his breath. She reached down with a hand and
spread her lips into a little bud, a little flower all
wet with her juices.
It felt cold as it entered her, sending shivers through
her. And again. Three more. She opened her eyes as he
raised his index finger, teasing her with just the
sight of it. It seemed massive. It felt... long.
Another finger, and she felt full. She could feel her
cunt leaking freely now, opened by his fingers, which
were pressing inside of her at angles she had never
felt before. He licked around her sex while his fingers
were mashing within. She fell backwards, closing her
eyes again, her sex gifted to him for his pleasure.
He withdrew his fingers. His face descended to her
crotch, and his tongue began to extend, it seemed
everything he had was long. She felt him tease her
clit, now sliding up and down her opening, gathering
her juices. Then, his tongue parted her, and she could
feel him inside, his mouth pressed against her cunt.
She knew he would withdraw and begin the tease all over
again. It was his style. And then, he did. It wasn't a
feeling that would drive her to orgasm; it would just
drive her crazy from frustration. She leaned her head
forward, and opened eyes to see him once more. The
darkness of his skin contrasted with the whiteness of
her shaved pussy, he called it. His dark hands slid
down her inner thighs before stretching her lips open
and again entering her with his tongue.
His eyes opened and looked directly into hers, his
white eyes peering at her just above her cunt. The
contrast of his skin with hers made her fearful for
some reason... maybe society had put a wall in the
possibility that she could do this. And maybe that was
why it turned her on so fiercely that she was giving
herself to a black man.
But for now, it was more of a black and white world
than she could have ever imagined, and she was ready to
move ahead to his big black cock thrusting in her cunt.
He raised his head, and her black and white vision
exploded into color! He backed away from her cunt,
smiling with a red cherry between his teeth. He shifted
slightly forward, biting on the cherry, its juices
dribbling onto her untanned cunt. She didn't think any
of the cherries would have lasted in there the way his
fingers had been searching and squeezing within her.
He left the juices there. Was it staining her skin? He
moved so fast. His cock, had it grown? She didn't
remember it being so big, or him quite so dark. But his
balls she remembered, huge, hanging in a giant sac from
his groin, and as he thrust inside her, they slapped
against her ass. She.
Woke up. "Hayley. Are you alright?"
"Huh, what?" Her heart was racing. Where was he? Had
she been caught?
"It looked like you were having a nightmare. The bed
was shaking so hard you woke me up."
A glance at the clock.3:00 a.m. Great. She always had
problems getting back to sleep if she woke up at night.
She realized that she was soaked between her legs, and
that her husband was expecting her to say something.
"Steven, I must have been dreaming about something, but
I can't remember what." He rolled over. She knew he
would be asleep within a minute. Her bladder was full,
so she got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She
felt bad for the lie. It was that dream. It was back.
She couldn't recall having the same dream over and over
again except perhaps a dream about a haunted house back
when she was in grade school, and now what? The mystery
man, four, five times in the past two months?
She flushed the toilet, and looked at herself in the
mirror which covered the wall behind the sinks. The
nightlight was enough. Her hair was a mess. She was
hot, almost to the point of being sweaty. Her skin was
flushed in red splotches, and her cunt was... needy.
She reached a hand between her legs. She remembered her
dream in a haze and entered it gently.
Her body was on the bed, and his cock spread her wide
as it entered. She was aware of her image in the
mirror, like another person, leaning with one hand
against the countertop for support. Her tits began to
jiggle slightly, and her nipples had hardened... if
they weren't hard already. She looked up to see her
face. As orgasm approached, she opened her mouth. Why?
She didn't know, but she always did. She closed it
quickly hoping to not make any noise. And she came.
Hayley woke up several hours after Steven had left for
work. She welcomed the morning and then felt the guilt.
Her dream returned to her, and she recognized it for
what it was. Desire. But she loved Steven. She never
wanted to do anything to hurt him. And that was why she
felt guilty. It was the curse of Dr. Gilliam.
Despite the hell of the experience, the threat of being
controlled, of being used sexually by another person.
She couldn't understand it, but it was if she had never
felt more alive. She didn't like being forced into
things. But she had never been challenged like that
before, challenged to give herself to others challenged
to find a way out. And she had. From one of the least
likely and strangest turns in life, she felt a certain
charge. And it had changed her in a way. She knew that
she was capable of so much more than life as a wife and
mother required. It was like she was ready to lead a
corporation, but there was no place she could get the
same job.
She wasn't certain why it was the black man who had
recurred in her dreams. She had enjoyed them all. And
if she were to choose her favorite, but most hated,
moment, it was when she let Dr. Gilliam fuck her in his
office. Just the two of them. The other men had fucked
her, but Dr. Gilliam had fucked with her head, and she
didn't know if she would ever forget the feeling the
realization of that first time when she had stripped
let another man have her. He had raped her mind, and
sex would never be the same. If she hadn't burned the
tape, she could have had Steven repeat the scene. This
was pointless.
Steven had been great, and she couldn't ask for more
from a husband. She wondered sometimes if she was
wearing him out. They used to have sex two or three
times a month, and now it was several times a week for
three weeks of the month. And she wanted it during the
fourth. She had to give the doctor credit. He had been
imaginative. It had become difficult for her to imagine
new sexy ways for her husband to find her when she came
home. There had been a few good ones, of course, but
after today, she didn't know what she would do to
surprise and entice her husband. There was something
about her now that fought against the idea of retiring
to the bedroom and making love. She wanted excitement.
At 4:30, Hayley returned to the house with her friend,
Sandy, a lady who lived in an adjacent neighborhood and
who Hayley paid as a personal trainer. It wasn't that
exercise was so difficult; it was just hard to make
herself do it sometimes. And her friend had helped that
by making her feel guilty if she didn't show. Over the
months, they had shared a bit about each other, and the
subject had turned to sex in rather vague ways, mostly
jokes at their husbands' expense. Until Hayley had
asked her for a favor.
She went upstairs, showered, and returned to the den
where her friend Sandy was waiting. Sandy's eyes went
wide at the sight of Hayley, but there was no avoiding
it for this to work. She was naked, and she was more
than a little uncomfortable about being seen by her
friend. She wasn't interested in "girls," and she hoped
that this would be something to laugh about later in
their workouts, rather than an obstacle. Still, an itch
was an itch.
"You're really going through with this, then?" Sandy
asked.
"Yeah. You doubted?"
"As a matter of fact, I didn't think you would. But,
here you are in the buff, so it looks like you will.
And, I suppose it's good to see that the exercises are
working. You're nicely toned."
Hayley had been looking at the cardboard box sitting on
the floor, but looked up at this compliment. "Thanks.
Steven's noticed, too. And that's helped my motivation.
Look, I hope you're not too embarrassed, because I know
I am. But I couldn't wear a robe. Clothing doesn't
quite fit the scene. And it will add to the mystery
after he opens the box."
"So, how do you want to do this?"
"I've only thought about it; I hadn't really tried it
out. But we need to now. He should be home at any
moment."
With that, Hayley stepped into the box. She crouched on
her knees while Sandy closed the box over her to make
sure she would fit. She did, barely.
Sandy said, "So, when he opens it, you're going to pop
out?"
"Yeah." Hayley popped up, but not quite with the
enthusiasm she would later.
Sandy's lips began to smirk. "Would you take a
suggestion? It's kind of risqué."
"Sure."
"Get back in the box. Let me get you a couch pillow.
Now lay on your back and pull your legs up. Will you
fit?"
Hayley was surprised by Sandy's indirect forwardness,
but she understood the pose. When Steven opened the
box, her legs my come out slightly, but the first thing
he would see is her cunt. "Will the flaps close?"
They did. Sandy opened it, and quickly turned her head,
laughing. "Yeah, that, uh... works. You know, since
you're going that far, I don't suppose you would have a
vibrator? It would sort of be the icing on the cake, I
guess."
Hayley grinned, noticing that it "worked" for Sandy,
too. Her nipples were sticking up behind the thick
material of her workout tights. She ran upstairs to get
one of her vibrators. When she returned, she saw that
Sandy had found a magic marker and had been writing on
the box flaps. She couldn't see what. She was about to
ask when she heard the garage door begin to open.
Her heart raced as she and Sandy made eye contact for a
moment, and then she quickly stepped into the box. She
was too shy to insert the vibrator with Sandy watching,
but she found that she could reach around her legs and
would be able to. The box flaps closed over her.
"Hurry!" She inserted the vibrator, which had no
problem with lubrication. She didn't realize she had
been turned on while naked in front of her friend and
she didn't want to pursue that avenue. She was hetero,
all the way. She could hear Sandy taping over the seam.
once, twice. Then she heard the car door slam and the
garage door open begin to descend. "Go!"
"Good luck! Maybe we'll try this at my house." It took
Hayley a moment to realize she meant putting Sandy in a
box.
Hayley heard Sandy shut the front door just as the
garage door finished closing. Good. Steven shouldn't
have heard anything. Hopefully, he would hurry. She
hadn't thought of cutting air holes.
***
Steven had the usual afternoon tiredness he always felt
coming home from work. It always seemed to take an hour
to recharge before he would be up to whatever Hayley
wanted to do or talk about. That is, unless the sexpot
was waiting for him. Her desires were more often after
dinner now, which suited him fine. He rounded the last
corner on the way to his house and slowed as he
approached the mailbox. It was a thick stack of bills
and junk mail, and he put it on his seat. He pressed
the garage door opener and eased the car up the
driveway.
Entering the kitchen, he tossed the mail onto the
counter, but saw that he had a note, folded like a
table tent. The writing wasn't Hayley's and it looked
written hastily. "Strip completely. Then proceed to the
den." Aha. She's up to something. It had been a while
since one of her "events," and he was beginning to miss
them. He quickly removed his clothes, his cock already
fully hard without touching it. He entered the den
expecting, he hoped it wasn't guests and stopped. A
cardboard box was between him and the stairs, and it
had writing on it. Feminine writing, but not by his
wife's hand.
"FRAGILE! BUT HANDLE ROUGHLY. OPEN IMMEDIATELY." Of
course he would. He knew his wife was inside. He found
some scissors in the kitchen and began cutting along
the tape seam. The box flaps more or less sprouted open
as his wife's feet emerged. Had his eyes been closed,
he still would have been able to guess what he would
find, because the smell of Hayley's sex wafted into his
nose. One hand was slowly working the vibrator in and
out of her cunt, and the other was rubbing and pulling
one of her cunt lips.
As was usual in these games, her eyes were closed.
Maybe she liked to imagine it was a stranger...
whatever worked for her. The problem was that there was
no easy way to fuck her. And she looked "into" whatever
she was fantasizing.
***
Hayley was relieved to hear the box flaps open, and the
sudden rush of cooler air was welcomed. But Steven
wasn't saying anything. She expected him to say
something. That meant he was looking at her, or maybe
he was getting undressed. No, she didn't hear anything.
He was watching her, then. Her original plan had been
to pop out of the box, strip his pants down just
enough, send him to floor and screw him. But she
couldn't quite do that from this position. A
mischievous grin crossed her thoughts, and she hoped it
didn't reach her face. So she decided she would just
give him a show, and the thoughts that were leapt to
her mind didn't surprise her at all.
She began imagining herself speaking aloud to Steven.
"Hey, honey. You know I love you, but there's something
you need to know. Can you see my cunt? Are my lips
swollen and red? Is it wet all over my smooth skin?
Well, for all these years, this cunt has been yours to
enjoy. But guess what I'm thinking about? You don't
know it, but other men have had the exact same view.
Well, almost. I wasn't using the vibrator. I was
spreading my legs so they could fuck me. And guess
what? It wasn't just one on one. It was a gang bang.
And see this vibrator? I'm not thinking about your
cock.
"I'm thinking about the black guy whose name I never
learned. His cock was the same size as this vibrator,
which is larger than yours, by the way. And his balls!
They were huge! Everybody watched as he fucked me good.
He was hard for me to watch because I had so much cum
on my face from the other guys. My eyelids were sticky.
He fucked me hard and, did I mention how big he was? He
stretched me, even after the other guys had fucked me,
he still stretched me. And it felt so good. Then he
pulled out and shot a stream of cum all the way up to
my head. And that was a shame, because I wanted to feel
him cum inside me. "In fact, I dream about it."
She was working the vibrator faster now, the edge of
her hand slamming against her sensitive skin. Her
orgasm came quickly, as did her groans, which sounded
foreign from the bottom of the box. She opened her
eyes, just as Steven began shooting cum on her, most of
it on her cunt, but some of it shooting beyond to her
tits and, eyes. Ick, how ironic.
The payoff over, she realized how uncomfortable she was
in the box and rolled it over to its side. She ended up
on all fours, where she caught a brief but certain
glance of Sandy's blonde hair disappearing from the
edge of the window. Had she stayed to make sure Steven
opened the box? Maybe at first, but. The next workout
was going to be very awkward. And wait a minute, she
had seen Steven! Well, that. Nasty thoughts filled her
head, but the word she was stuck with was "friend."
Human nature. Curiosity and an invited cat. What was
done was done.
"Okay, who did it?"
"Huh?" Hayley turned to face Steven.
"Who taped you inside the box? Somebody saw you naked.
I'd like to know who it was."
Hayley considered her answer. She had anticipated it,
but Steven's commanding tone deserved another response.
"A few guys who showed up wanting landscaping work. I
didn't pay them, but they left happy." She threw Steven
an evil smile, gave his cock a quick squeeze, and
headed to the kitchen to get a paper towel to clean up
a little. Ahhhh. She saw a note. Sandy was clever, the
wench. She probably had planned to watch.
Steven followed Hayley into the kitchen, admiring her
ass and watching as she wiped herself clean. She went
upstairs to get dressed, and he picked up his clothes,
intending to change into something more comfortable.
Then he saw the mail. He picked it up and carried it to
his computer desk.
He unfolded the bundled mail, finding a letter
addressed to himself on top. It was unusual, because
there was no stamp, no markings from the post office,
no return address, and his name was typed. Who had a
typewriter these days? Underneath was "Personal and
Confidential."
He opened the envelope, half expecting it to be a joke
from Hayley, possibly a set-up for what he had found in
the den. It was a picture, printed from a color
printer, of his cock cumming on Hayley's face. He
recognized it from their videotape. It was somewhat
grainy, but what was confusing was that they didn't
have a video capture card. How had she imported the
image? Well, who had sealed her in the box? Hayley was
playing some kind of game, again, and it wasn't like HE
was showing somebody their tapes. He tucked it away in
a folder in his desk drawer and out of his mind.
Until the next day. There was another envelope. Good!
If this was going to be a habit, it was something to
look forward to. He parked in the garage and opened the
envelope while still in the car. It was three folded
pages with different pictures of Hayley, and it was
clearly her, removing her bra, pulling her panties
down, and kneeling on the floor, spreading her cunt
lips.
These weren't from video; they were pictures. And he
hadn't taken them. The background looked somewhat
familiar, a chart that pictured be a spinal column,
that was it! It was Dr. Gilliam's office. But he was
off to the nut house or to jail. Who would have this?
And know where to send it? His first impulse was to
confront Hayley with it. But there was obviously more
to the story. And he was about certain that Hayley was
not behind this. He would give it another day.
Through the next day, Steven's thoughts were consumed
with anger, jealousy, and mistrust. And he didn't
particularly like that he was turned on by the
pictures. But he was. It seemed the longest day before
he began the drive home.
He opened the mailbox, expecting it to be there. It
was, and he opened it. A website address. There were no
pictures in the envelope, but he knew to dread the
worst. Hayley wasn't home, probably on an errand. He
booted his computer and went to the website. "H A Y L E
Y" appeared in bright yellow flashing letters. Below it
were a variety of thumbnail images. Some he recognized
from their videos. Some were old Polaroids he had taken
of her. The rest. He had expected another chapter to
the mystery letters, and this confirmed his suspicions.
Looking at the pictures, he presumed it was the doctor
that was fucking her. His face wasn't shown, but the
room almost had to be his. Scrolling down the screen,
he found several video clips. The segments were short,
but they were clear enough to show that while Hayley's
face wasn't particularly encouraging, there was no
denying that she was turned on. And some of his own
video was there. Who would have had access to all of
this except Hayley? How had she gotten copies of the
doctor's pictures?
He had taken the doctor's photos of Hayley's breasts
during his confrontation. He was certain that the
doctor had turned them all over to him, yet here they
were. The doctor could have scanned them before he took
them though. So, the doctor had forced Hayley to fuck
him. He had lied. It was the only thing that made
sense. Steven didn't feel any pity for the man in his
current state. But if the doctor fucked her, did Hayley
even know about it?
But here was evidence. The survival of the pictures,
the creation of a website, it was a question that had
to be answered. Hayley would have to find out. Who was
behind the pictures? He left the web site showing on
his computer screen until Hayley returned. Maybe she
could explain. He looked again at the screen. Wow. He
grabbed some tissues, lowered his pants, and began
stroking himself as he restarted the doctor's video
sequence. He came twice before she returned home.
When Steven guided her into the study, Hayley's spirits
collapsed on seeing the image on the computer. It was
the same page the doctor had shown her when he had made
her beg him to fuck her. She should have been
embarrassed with her husband obviously wanting an
explanation, or angry at the unfairness of it all,
or... something. But the only feeling that came over
her was disappointment. In some ways, the conclusion to
her problem had been her finest hour, despite the
voices in her head that suggested living her fantasy
had been pretty darn good. But the doctor had been
firmly in her grip at the end.
He had told her everything, and she had destroyed
everything. At his house, in his office, on his
computer, the videos, his files, anything and
everything. But, here it was. It was a mystery. And the
events that led up to it, she decided she had to
explain to Steven. some of them anyway. And the events
that followed. There were no pictures of her with the
men at the doctor's house, she saw. It was best that
she explain only the single infidelity forced upon her,
and blended the later facts.
It was a long talk, and both of them were nervous about
what awaited them both. It was obvious that somebody
wanted something.
The next day, Saturday, as soon as the mail came,
Hayley retrieved it. No envelope. They had both been
hoping for a hint as to who was sending them. Steven
had said that there weren't any stamps, and they had
talked for over an hour about who it could be that put
the letter in their mailbox.
If it didn't come in the mail, then someone besides the
postman had placed it there. And that meant that
whoever it was took chances. They could catch him. And
Hayley felt certain it was a "he", rather than a "she."
Even as she thought it, the name "Sandy" came into
mind, but, it couldn't be. Or anyone else. It wasn't
like she had kept copies in the house that someone
might find, like neighbors who fed their pets when they
were away. And they were pretty good about hiding their
adult toys and videos from prying eyes. So who?
As she walked back to the front door, she saw it. It
was taped to the wall. She pulled it off and yelled for
Steven as she entered the house. Typed envelope. Typed
letter. "Check the website again."
They did. It looked the same. Only, this time, there
were two changes. The title said, "Hayley, Slut
Neighbor," and there were a few new pictures at the
bottom of the page. It was no great relief to have
figured out who was behind it.
The pictures were again in splendid color, only,
neither Hayley nor Steven had seen them before. Hayley
on the deck naked except her "painted" swimsuit. Steven
fucking her while she leaned over the deck rail. A hazy
image of Hayley's breasts pressed against the glass
door. Hayley sun tanning nude. The answer was obvious
just from the pictures.
They were all taken from their next door neighbor's
deck.
He had known they would figure it out, though. The
message across the bottom of the screen had a form
field for visitors to leave messages. The explanation
for the form was what made them nervous. "Hayley and
Steven are my next door neighbors. Hayley is a slut who
is pretty brazen about showing her body. They know that
I've seen them. They didn't know that I had a camera.
And these other pictures. They're probably pretty
embarrassed about them. So much so, in fact, that I
think they'll do whatever I want, unless, that is, they
want their friends and family to see these. And that's
why I want your suggestions, because I think they're
ours to command."
There was silence. She could tell Steven was getting
angry, and then defeated. Over and over again. Much
like herself. The first time had been a fantasy that
grew to a nightmare that had to go away. This was just
a nightmare.
She typed in the form-field, "F U C K O F F!" and was
about to send it when Steven stopped her.
"No, let's talk about it. With him."
They disconnected their internet service, and the phone
rang. Steven answered it.
"So, you tried my site. I've been waiting for a hit,
figuring it would be you." It was Jack. The neighbor.
"Uh-huh. Why don't we talk. Can you come over?"
***
Jack was feeling his oats. His wife was oblivious to
the goings on next door, which was surprising. The odds
would suggest that at some point she would notice the
slut doing her thing on the deck or that she would
notice him peering over there all the time. He had
waited long enough, though. He was getting tired of the
distant, leaf blocked view.
Upon entering their house, he didn't notice any
outright hostility. Maybe they would try to be nice and
persuade him to give it up. But he held the cards.
Certainly they knew that. He knew what their first
question would be.
"What do you want?" Steven asked.
And he knew the second.
"How did you get the pictures?" Hayley asked.
Good. Good. "Don't you know what I do? I own and manage
an internet service provider. The same ISP that a
certain Dr. Richard Gilliam used. I pretty much mind my
own business there, but when a site starts taking on
bandwidth, it slows the server and we get unhappy
customers. So, a site spiked. I checked it, only to
find that the," he looked wolfishly at Hayley, "prime
piece of wife meat next door not only flashes her
neighbors but fucks around, too."
"So I kept checking the site for updates, but there
weren't any. And then, as luck would have it, I had
just finished handling a small emergency in the middle
of the night, and I thought I would check out his site
yet again. After all, if he kept up the volume, we were
going to have to charge him extra or encourage him to
move elsewhere. So I noticed the files were being
deleted. Quickly. We have a backup server, though, and
it was quite easy to copy the contents safely into my
own hard drive space."
At this, Hayley just looked down at the floor, sinking
her face into her hands. It was curious how she didn't
seem to defend the material, or even be embarrassed
about it. She only seemed miffed that he possessed it.
"Slut" had been a pet term, in his own desirous way,
but maybe it was right. Steven was speaking, "I'll
repeat the question, what do you want?"
"A lot. I've thought about it. But first, here's what
you'll get. I'll smudge or black out her face so she
won't be recognized. Some of the shots will be free,
and I'll post them across the web to draw business to
the site. And then I'll charge for full access. And
what people will be paying for is my," he reconsidered,
"our. little plaything here. A customer wants to see
Hayley a certain way, in a certain place, doing a
certain thing, then she'll act it out, and you'll
record it for me."
"What makes you think we'll do that?" asked Steven.
He grinned, and gave them a piece of paper. "This is
why I waited so long. I had to research both of you.
Parents, friends, employer, it's all there. And it
would take mere moments to post your names and address
right there on the web page. Don't cooperate, and the
world will know. You figure the results."
Steven looked angry, but his features settled as he
seemed to realize he had been outplayed before the game
began. Hayley only had a glazed look on her face. Was
she thinking about what would happen if all her friends
and family knew, or was she thinking about what he was
going to make her do? "How far is this going to go?"
asked Hayley. Good. It was the latter.
"As far as what you'll be doing? I don't know. I guess
it will be a test of the free enterprise system. What
do they want? What will they pay? I can't place
restrictions on what they suggest, but it will be in my
interest to make sure you don't get harmed or
arrested." He reached into his pocket. "This is a
loaner. It's a digital camera. It will also take video
for about a minute. Steven, come here and I'll show you
how to work this thing."
Steven came over slowly, obviously distrustful and his
face expressing more than a little distaste at his
neighbor. That was fine. "And tell your wife to take
off her shirt. I've been dying to see those tits up
close." He watched as Steven thought for a moment,
looked at his wife and nodded to her. Jack could see a
moment of astonishment on Hayley's face as her husband
was giving her the signal to bare her breasts to
another man. He hadn't planned on seeing her naked so
early, but... why not? He HAD been waiting to seem them
up close. "And the bra, too!"
The shirt came swiftly over her head. She reached
behind her back, and he about came in his pants. This
was better than a strip club. She wasn't used to
exhibiting herself, and he didn't have to pay. And
those breasts were perfect. Her nipples were hard
points, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was
turned on. He reviewed the instructions with Steven
while taking pictures. "Hey, that's good. Now raise
your arms over your head." This was too easy. After he
had taken about 30 pictures, he removed the data
cartridge and handed Steven a blank. "I'll just keep
this one for now. It will make for good intro shots,
especially with a narrative about your agreement to do
anything." He laughed.
He moved closer to his neighbor, looked her in the eyes
and reached for her breasts, feeling her nipples tickle
the palm of his hands before he closed in on them,
feeling their weight, their warmth. To see them was one
thing, to feel them. She closed her eyes at his touch.
He stepped behind her, cupping them both, while Steven
watched, getting angrier. "Don't worry Steven. I won't
fuck your wife, I'm afraid of disease." Hayley began to
protest but he put his hand up to silence her. "I have
no idea how many others she's fucked. I'm just looking
forward to the pictures of who she fucks in the future.
I'll be in touch."
Hayley kept a watch on the website. Within hours, Jack
had posted the pictures of her tits, but, true to his
word, he had either cropped her face from the picture
of blanked it so that she wasn't recognizable. The
walls behind her would be, but that was just a risk she
had to accept.
She and Steven had debated means of getting out of
this. Confronting Jack's wife had been the obvious
solution. It would get him in trouble, but it wouldn't
stop Jack from contacting their friends and posting
their names and address on the site. In fact, it would
seem to guarantee it.
Murder and arson weren't feasible alternatives. Jail
didn't seem like a good option, and they weren't sure
if being blackmailed would be an adequate cause.
Besides, then the press would investigate and publish
the whole sordid story.
Faced with no workable options, their conversation had
turned towards what Jack might require that they do.
The speculation didn't help matters. It made them both
mad, and it proved to be a pointless speculation. After
a fast, furious fuck, each had admitted that the perils
ahead turned them on to a degree, but that it was just
too dangerous. She told herself that she could make the
best of a bad situation. She had before.
It was Wednesday that the website changed. Highlighted
by a flashing arrow, it said, "Our first challenge has
been received. Within three days, Hayley will stand in
the parking lot of a Wal-Mart without a shirt or bra
on. And she will hold a calendar pointing to the
current day to prove that this slut is for real."
Hayley felt anxious, of all things. Not embarrassed.
Relief, perhaps, on such a simple assignment. But there
was an excitement to it. She called Steven in. After
reading, he, too, looked relieved.
"Hayley, are you sure you can do this?"
"You know I can. I went through worse with the doctor,
didn't I? If it weren't for that damned Jack forcing
us, it might even be fun." She had a glimmer in her
eye. Yes, it would be fun.
They waited until day three to do it, only to spite
Jack and to avoid seeming eager. They went in the
morning, when the sun was shining but the customers
few. They drove around the parking lot several times
and finally picked a spot where the store would be
visible behind her, along with some parked cars. But
the camera wouldn't show their van blocking her from
the view of the majority of the parking area. Steven
stood outside, and after making sure there was no one
in the vicinity, he signaled Hayley and readied the
camera.
Hayley stepped out of the sliding van door, wearing
nothing but her sneakers and blue jean shorts. Steven
was already clicking away before she opened the
calendar and pointed to July 14th. Hayley couldn't help
but smile at the obvious hard-on in Steven's pants. He
continued to click away. When he finished with the
camera, she gave her nipple a tweak just to tease him
and quickly hopped back into the van, which was
fortunate, because a traffic light must have signaled
and cars were approaching fast.
Steven quickly entered the driver's seat and looked
back at her half-naked body. "I don't suppose you want
to tease me some more?"
Hayley didn't say anything. The van was air-
conditioned, and it had dark tinted windows except on
the front window. Her silence caused him to look into
her eyes, and then she grinned and reclined the seat,
unbuttoning her jeans and unzipping just a twinge.
Steven didn't seem to understand that it wasn't just a
tease. She lifted her hips, unzipped fully, and began
sliding her shorts down her legs...
"You can't mean." But she did. And he accepted the
invitation.
The photos were quickly posted by Jack, along with
their next mission:
"Sure, the parking lot was easy. But let's see those
bare tits where other people are more likely to see
them! Pictures will arrive in three more days from a
carpet golf course, one picture from each hole, in the
evening when the course is full."
Hayley sighed, but her pulse quickened. It would be
fun, but then, it wouldn't. A flash here or there was
one thing, but using a camera at each hole would
immediately draw attention to the subject of the
photograph. She decided that bending over, bra-less,
would meet the definition of "bare tits," and avoid
public derision. However, her clothing didn't help.
Her assortment of tops was limited. A tank top didn't
work because the neck was too high for a "bending over"
shot. A string tied top worked great for the shot, but
her tits stretched the fabric and would draw too much
attention. In fact, any blouse she wore bra-less seemed
inadequate as her 38 C's, in their unsupported state,
seemed very conspicuous. Finally, they opted for the
obvious, a bikini top. She would just have to flash the
camera instead of letting Steven take a picture each
time she bent over to pick up or place a ball. There
just wasn't a way of doing this without making a scene.
So they went, but when most people were eating dinner.
Three to four holes ahead of them were empty, and
Hayley found it relatively easy to pose for the
pictures. She would pretend to hug a plastic lion, and
Steven would pretend to take a picture until he was
sure no one was looking. Then she would flash a tit and
move on to some other silly pose. This worked well for
the first 9 holes, and the tenth hole was the easiest
as they played through a tunnel.
She pulled her bikini up over both breasts for the
first time, and with a cheesecake posture, gave a wink
and a smile. This was fun! And Steven enjoyed it, too.
At the 12th hole, they noticed that a noisy group of
teenage boys was playing several holes behind them, and
not seriously. That meant they would either play very
slow, or very fast. After flashing Steven while
standing behind a fake waterfall, Hayley realized they
were gaining, quickly.
At the 14th hole, they had caught up. Steven played his
ball first, and when Hayley sank her putt, she crouched
with her back to the boys, exposed her left nipple, and
Steven quickly got the shot. It was at the end of the
15th hole as Hayley tried to nonchalantly repeat this
flash that she realized the boys, well... late teens.
had been suddenly quieted and were speaking in hushed
tones. They were on to her.
She pulled Steven aside, and they agreed to let the
boys "play through." The boys quickly finished the hole
they had just played, and although they agreed to go
on, each stole more than an idle glance at her breasts.
She didn't mind it so much, but her nipples
involuntarily hardened beneath the bikini fabric, which
made them stare the more. They continued to play after
the boys went ahead, but they were aware of at least
two of the boys watching at all times.
When she picked up the ball, she turned her back to
them once again and flashed Steven, aware of the
giggling behind her. At the 17th hole, there were still
no good concealed places, so she was forced to do the
same thing. The boys had not left the tee area of the
18th, and as she began raising the fabric of her bikini
top for Steven, their whispering was almost in her ear.
"Oh man, she is hot! You know he's getting an eyeful!"
With this, Hayley looked back over her shoulder and
smiled at the boys, and she was certain that Steven had
the shot with them i
n the background.
The 18th hole was a problem. The problem was that she
sunk her putt for a hole-in-one, and the boys now
surrounded the area. There was no way she was going to
be able to flash for the camera without one of them
seeing her. In addition, the area beyond was full of
teens and others paying for their games and waiting to
start on the nearby first hole.
Steven apparently recognized the problem, and his
solution was unexpected.
"Hey guys, I need your help. Would you stand next to my
wife there at the hole. That's it. Two on each side."
Hayley realized he had formed a wall of sorts between
her and the crowd. "Hayley, put your arms around their
shoulders. Good. Okay, you two closest to her. I think
you know what I want you to do." He smiled, and nodded
while looking at her breasts.
Hayley heard "oh, man!" and "yes!" on either side of
her as she felt two hands lift her bikini. The boys
made no pretense at posing for the camera, grabbing a
quick feel of her breasts as they stared at them in
disbelief. The boys on either end, not wanting to be
left out, also grabbed her roughly, giving her a
squeeze. Steven snapped the pictures, and it was a long
moment before she realized that one of them had untied
her bikini string at the back and another had pulled it
away!
"Guys!"
As she reached for it, they pulled away, and she was
aware that a few others nearby were now looking. She
covered her breasts with her arms, and Steven quickly
removed his shirt and placed it around her shoulders.
She and Steven quickly headed to the van, followed by
the boys. She spoke over her shoulder to them, saying
"That's it guys. Show's over."
At the van, Hayley turned to make sure the boys weren't
following them, and, although she wouldn't have minded
another fuck in the van, she felt it was best to leave
the area. As they drove past the course, Hayley saw
that there were a number of faces were looking at them,
some laughing and some, possibly hostile. What the
hell. She didn't know any of them.
The following day, she leaned against the computer desk
with Steven taking her from behind as they both gazed
at the pictures on the website. She felt somewhat
guilty for contributing to the delinquency of minors,
but what Steven was doing to her made her forget about
all that.
Jack was quite satisfied. The parking lot had been his
idea and the golf was from someone at the site. Now he
was getting all kinds of requests. How much could he
get her to do? Those teens grabbing her tits had been a
great surprise, and it hinted that she would comply
with a lot of the requests on the site. And as Hayley
appeared to be such a willing slut, he began asking
himself why shouldn't he fuck her? A little safe sex...
his wife would never know, but he wasn't sure yet.
It was time to take someone's request and amend it
slightly. If she would do this, maybe she really was
his to do anything he wanted. He hadn't imagined that
the possibilities would be so open. He had expected
compromises, like limiting pictures to their bedroom,
but they seemed almost familiar with this sort of
blackmail.
Steven awoke and checked the web site early. "Our slut
has been very cooperative. And your requests have been
entertaining. But she doesn't know about them yet,
because I do them one at a time. Next, Hayley will
expose both her breasts and her cunt in a crowded bar.
And just so she doesn't blend in for a quick flash,
she'll wear a red dress, high heels, and bright red
lipstick."
Hayley thought long and hard about this. And Steven
did, too. They debated the time of day, the particular
bar, possibly getting a pool table where it might be
less crowded... the options went on and on. Finally,
they decided just to get it over with and drove around,
looking for the right place. Neither of them was in the
habit of going to bars, even occasionally. After over
an hour of driving, Hayley said, "That's it. This one."
Steven looked at the old metal building, painted blue
and white, with the obligatory neon beer signs in the
windows. There were a good number of cars parked out
front, more than at some of the others they had seen.
"Why this one?"
"Because it's nowhere near where we live and I want to
get it over with. Here's the plan."
Steven entered the bar alone. He was surprised to find
the bar counter so near the front. There were booths
and pool tables around the side. The place was smoky,
which he hated, and the bar was about half full. He sat
at a table near the door, which was across a small
aisle from the bar, opposite several empty stools. He
noticed there weren't any women around. It was all guys
- 20's, 30's, 40's. Not a rough bunch, but maybe an
after work crowd. He hoped it wasn't a gay bar, then
decided that it would probably be easier if it was. For
Hayley, anyway.
She entered. It wasn't like a western movie when
everything halts as someone enters the saloon. Only the
guys at the bar noticed, but the conversation did stop.
Hayley's red dress had a halter top, and the hem ended
about mid-thigh. She had found some red high heeled
shoes at a thrift store, and they made her look as
expensive as they cost. No stockings. And the lipstick.
Glossy.
Hayley walked up to a bar stool and sat down. Without a
purse, it was sort of obvious she wasn't there to buy
anything. A guy on the nearest stool, looking her up
and down, asked, "Hey, lady, can I buy you a drink?"
Hayley spun her stool so that her back was to the bar,
looked over her shoulder at him and said, "No. I'm just
here to have my picture taken." The guy looked confused
as she spread her legs on the stool and pulled the hem
up. She pulled the top of her dress down and heard
Steven clicking away. She had planned on about 3
seconds, but the first 2 seemed to last an hour.
She abruptly hopped off the seat, kicked off her shoes
and ran towards the door, pulling her dress back up in
the process. Steven just beat her to the door to open
it for her and followed behind. A drawn out
"Daaaammmmmnnation!" echoed in her ears. Their van was
parked just outside the door, illegally, but it had
seemed appropriate, somehow. Within seconds, they were
off as several men opened the bar door, watching them
leave.
On the way home, Hayley took the camera to look at the
pictures. Steven had taken nine, some of them including
the quick strip and one of her hopping off the stool.
She didn't realize until she saw the pictures that she
had looked at the men at the bar the whole time she had
adjusted her clothes, and a couple of the pictures
showed that they weren't keeping eye contact.
They were definitely checking her out. She had wanted
to make certain that they didn't make any moves towards
her, but the pictures suggested she was tempting them.
It might have been easier to try to sneak some pictures
in the bar, but she felt certain that the "show and go"
was the better option. And the pictures did show.
***
The next challenge was a step backwards, thankfully.
She enjoyed going to outdoor concerts, and the
amphitheater was perfect for the shot Jack, or whoever,
wanted. She wore a summer dress and no bra. Before the
concert began, Steven left the seats and was a good
number of rows back when she stood, turned around and
bent over to look through her purse.
The difficult part was Steven's, trying to take
pictures of her and not have the camera swiped by
security. But then, it wasn't their camera, so what the
hell. She knew some people in the nearby seats could
see her tits clearly, but she just pretended like she
was completely oblivious and returned to her seat.
Steven went several rows beyond her, and she repeated
the scene, this time spreading her legs and discretely
pulling her dress above her knees. By comparison, this
was innocent fun.
After getting her picture taken topless at a restaurant
drive through and flashing her cunt while leaning on a
police car, Hayley had fallen into sort of a
comfortable routine. The exhibitionist pictures were
somewhat difficult, but Jack kept his word about
distorting her face when he posted them. And the sex
with Steven was hot and frequent. She couldn't
complain, she just wished the neighbor wasn't a part of
it. But at least he wasn't asking for more intimate
pictures. Yet she knew, in time, he would.
Their next assignment was an elevator scene in a
downtown hotel. The catch was that it was to be a glass
elevator, with her riding naked. Completely without
clothes. They only had several choices of hotels, and
they finally found one that seemed like it could work.
Steven went to the third floor of the atrium, where he
stood along the rail, with a good angle toward the
elevator. Hayley waited below for the opportunity to
ride an elevator with no one in it, and no one in the
area that was in sight of it. Fortunately, the elevator
faced away from the registration desk, but it made her
more conspicuous as she had to linger in the lobby area
waiting for her moment.
Finally, the opportunity arose, and she stepped in,
pressing the "10" button. She quickly moved to the
glass wall, and as the elevator made it past the first
floor, she dropped her dress and waved at Steven. The
problem was at the fifth floor, when she felt the
elevator begin to slow to a stop. Eyes wide, she
dropped to the floor to gather her dress, which she had
unfortunately stepped out of.
As the doors opened, she picked it up, turned, saw that
it was two men, and tried to keep a smile. "Excuse me"
somehow escaped her lips, and she leaned over to press
the "close door" button. But as she did so, she had
stepped on the hem of her dress, and she lost her grip,
exposing herself completely. They were at least
gentlemen of a sort, in that they didn't rush the
elevator.
She dressed quickly, pressed "8" and decided to take
the stairs down to the third floor to find Steven. She
had approached this as a game, almost. But it would not
have taken much for those two men to. And Steven would
not have been around to help. Stupid.
Jack had been doing his own research. He had been
driving around town for hours, looking for the right
place. And he didn't mind the time away from home.
Hayley's pictures were causing him to rub his cock raw,
and he was sore. On top of that, his wife seemed to
notice that he preferred to be alone in his office than
with her, and she was becoming quite a grouch. So even
if the drive proved fruitless, it was good to be out,
mixing business and pleasure.
***
The next challenge moved what Steven and Hayley had
started calling "the game" to another level. The
website read: "This time our horny housewife is going
to a motel, with her husband. And they'll have sex
there. Will anybody watch through the open window?"
"Huh?" was Steven's response. He hadn't anticipated
being part of the scene. A short time later, Jack rang
at the door. "Here's the key to the room and the
address. Don't park in front of your room. Be there
tonight at 10:00 sharp. Keep the lights on. You can
leave at midnight. It had better be a good show, by the
way." He turned and left, laughing to himself.
There hadn't been any mention of taking pictures, which
meant that Jack, or someone else, would be doing that.
***
The motel was an old motor court and charged $29.99 per
night. The neon "vacancy" sign was burnt out, and there
were only several cars there, all parked near the
office, which was dark. In fact, the whole motel was
dark. There weren't even any streetlights or porch
lights. It was a strange and creepy place. One of the
cars was an El Camino, which seemed appropriate for
this particular motel. There had been a swimming pool
at some point, which was filled with dirt but still
marked by a dilapidated fence overgrown by high weeds.
The motel court was in three sections, made of concrete
block, with chipping paint. It was a dump.
They arrived at 9:55, and parked. Steven walked to the
room and unlocked it. He checked the closet and the
bathroom to make sure that it was all clear. Then he
waved Hayley in. The first thing they noticed was that
the window would have to be "open," because the drapes
had been removed. They wouldn't be having sex beneath
the sheets, either, because all but the bottom sheet
had been removed.
Just as the clock changed to 10:00, a vehicle
approached, its headlights filling the room. The lights
went off, back on, and off. "I guess that's our
signal," said Steven.
Hayley leaned into him, giving him a kiss, her hand
pressing against his cock. He didn't understand why he
should be so turned on, especially as he had feared
that he wouldn't be able to perform. But even had
Hayley not seemed so cooperative, he found himself
looking forward to what amounted to having sex on
stage.
He turned with Hayley, so that he faced the window with
her back to it. With the lights on inside the room, he
couldn't see anything outside the window. But the sound
of the vehicle was heavy, and he figured it was a large
van or sport utility. That helped, because it likely
blocked the view for anyone else at the road.
He had insisted that Hayley not dress sexy, just to
tweak Jack and his "good show" instructions. He lifted
her T-shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor.
Then he reached behind her for her bra clasp, which
secured her plainest white bra, which fell away
shortly. Hayley responded by unbuttoning his knit shirt
and pulling it over his head, and then squatting to
undo his shorts. She pulled the belt away, undid the
button, and lowered his zipper. His pants fell to his
ankles, and his underwear soon followed.
Hayley remained squatted, and began licking his cock.
He didn't look into the van, but knew that all they
could see was her back and his chest. Ha! And what
Hayley was doing was really starting to feel good. His
attention was broken by a quick flash of the
headlights, and he knew what they wanted. All they had
seen was Hayley's back, and they couldn't see any of
the "action."
He told Hayley to stand and then slowly turned her with
his hands on her shoulders. As she turned, he was
imagining more and more of her breasts being revealed
to whoever was out there. Let them look. He was proud.
He then reached around and felt for the button on
Hayley's jean shorts. He then pulled the zipper down,
and squatted, slowly removing her pants down her legs.
He reached between her legs and caught the front edge
of her white panties with his fingers, and these he
pulled down, too. He stood again, letting his hands
trail over the curve of her hips, across her abdomen,
cupping her breasts and then giving her nipples a
gentle squeeze. He leaned in to kiss her neck. He
became aware that there was a slight reflection of her
in the glass, and he watched as his hands trailed down
to her hairless cunt, where a finger found her clit.
Found her wet clit.
She turned, moving him sideways for the benefit of the
watchers, and she started sucking his cock. It was rare
for her to do this, but this time, she seemed eager.
And it was the show that he had always wanted. She
looked up into his eyes, gave his cock long licks with
her tongue, teased the head of his cock with her teeth,
then sucked him in. It didn't take that long for those
familiar feelings to start. "Whoa, Hayley. Stop. If I
cum now, the show will be over until I recover."
At this, Hayley said, "Awwwww. I haven't finished you
with my mouth since college. This was your only
chance." Then she hopped up to the bed, laying down,
and more or less obscenely spread her legs.
"Hayley, how can you be so forward with someone
watching?"
"Because," she thought, remembering she hadn't told him
about the group at the doctor's house, "I'm turned on!
Now suck me!"
Steven more or less dove in, as this was another rare
offering from his wife. She enjoyed the tease and she
loved the sex, but the oral stuff had never been a
favorite. Flickering lights and a tug on his hair by
Hayley caused him to lean his head to one side, so that
whoever could see him lick his wife's cunt. While he
was sure it made for a nice view, it was hard on his
tongue to stay extended far enough to do the job but to
keep his face from blocking the view.
He decided to let his fingers do the walking, laying
next to her on the bed. He had admired her cunt ever
since she had shaved it. Without the hair, it was a
much more appealing place to play. He used both hands
briefly, each pulling her labia apart. She was soaked,
and he watched closely as he moved her lips to fashion
a flower of sorts.
Then he began rubbing his finger along her clit,
slowly, delighting in the wiggling that it created in
her. Then he slid a finger in, then two. And he headed
for her G-spot. This caused Hayley to thrash somewhat
on the bed and begin to moan. He could drive her to
frustration this way, but he had never finished her
off. It seemed like a good way to pass the time,
though, and she certainly enjoyed it.
After five minutes, his hand was becoming cramped, so
he withdrew his fingers, which were coated with her
juices. He sucked his fingers, because she tasted good,
and then felt a nudge to roll over. It was Hayley's
show from this point.
***
Hayley was frustrated from the fingers within her. As
always, he either couldn't stick with the rhythm or
didn't stay in the right place, or... whatever. It just
never worked. She had Steven turn so that his head was
toward the door, but at angle to the window. Then she
straddled him, grabbing his erection and lowering onto
him in one sure stroke. As much as she liked foreplay
and hated sex without it, there was nothing she liked
better than the feel of a cock inside her when she was
all warmed up and ready to go.
She leaned over, placing a breast at Steven's lips. She
would have to make sure he didn't cum too quickly. He
always did in this position, for some reason. She began
grinding herself on his cock, making slow circles with
hips and giving his cock a squeeze when it suited her.
She lowered her breasts to his lips, alternating them,
toying with him. He reached for a nipple and pulled it
downward in a rhythm with her hips, sending shivers
through her. And then he would bite slightly on her
other nipple with his teeth, and she moaned.
She looked up and out the window as she continued
circling her hips. She couldn't see the car, but she
could make out her own reflection. It was a show she
that was putting on, she could see it in the window.
And somewhere beyond that window was... who was it? Was
it Jack? Probably not. He didn't have a truck. Was it a
man and his wife? A group of guys? Were they looking
into her eyes, or at her breasts? Were they filming
her, too? Would the blackmail ever end?
She could feel Steven tensing. Not yet, dear, she
thought. She straightened and squatted on her feet, her
hands on his pelvis. She began a slow, very slow
descent on his cock, enjoying the feel within her as he
penetrated within her. When she bottomed out, she
slowly raised herself, taking joy in the pleasure that
she saw in Steven's face. She was going much too slow
to make him cum, but the feeling remained exquisite.
She realized that she and Steven had never had sex in
front of a mirror, and she returned her attention to
the reflection in the window. She could see almost the
full length of Steven's six inches, and watched as it
slowly disappeared within her. And back up. And down.
And back up. Her legs tired. Enough. She climbed off,
getting on her hands and knees.
"Steven, fuck me now." She felt a hand on her hip and
the other feel its way to her cunt. Then, suddenly, she
was full. "Oh, yes. That's it, fuck me hard!"
Steven slowly retracted his cock, and she backed into
him to re-state her desire. "Fuck me, dammit! Fuck me
hard!"
It didn't take much verbal encouragement to get what
she wanted out of Steven. He began pounding her, his
cock filling her, his balls slapping against her. Her
breasts swung with each thrust, her nipples grazing the
bed sheet. She hated that she was doing this because of
Jack, but this was so much more enjoyable than it had
been with the doctor or his friends. It was just the
two of them, except they were being watched. And it
turned her on. "That's it! That's it! Harder! Fuck me!
I want to feel you cum inside me. Her heart was racing,
and she could tell Steven was about to cum. Then he
pulled out, and just as she was about to express her
anger, she felt a stream of cum land across her back,
then another. Then she felt his hands rubbing his jism
into her back.
She didn't want that! She rolled over onto her back and
spread her legs, inserting two fingers, working her
clit furiously. "Come here and kiss me!" Steven did,
but then he moved to her breasts, which he cupped and
began sucking. Then she heard him speak, and it
surprised her. "That's it Hayley, fuck yourself with
those fingers. Spread your legs wide, show them your
pussy. Show them how hot a wife you are." She felt his
mouth again at her nipples, and she wasn't going to be
deprived of her climax. She bucked, causing Steven to
bite her nipple slightly, but she continued through the
pain as the orgasm hit and washed through her body. She
remained there, aware of Steven petting her body,
tracing the surface of her skin with the softest touch.
***
When she awoke, the lights were off. The window was
open, and she was pretty sure that the vehicle was no
longer outside the window. Steven was rubbing her back,
her hips, and her legs, with a light touch. "What time
is it?"
"It's a little after midnight. You've been asleep for
about 15 minutes.
"When did the truck leave?"
"Soon after you climaxed and they realized that the
show was over. I got up and turned the lights off, and
away they went. But I saw them just before they turned
on their headlights. It was a man and a woman. I didn't
recognize them, but it wasn't Jack. There was no sign
of a video camera, either. I was worried about that.
You okay?"
"Yeah, at some point I'm going to have to sort out my
feelings about all this. There's one part of me that
says this has all been great fun, aside from the guys
at the elevator. But then there's another part of me
that wants to crush Jack."
Steven replied, "I know how you feel. In a way, it's
like a gift that Dr. Gilliam gave us. Our sex life was
rather stale before all this happened, and now."
"And now, there has to be a point when all of this
comes to an end. I don't trust Jack, and eventually
something bad is going to happen." It dawned on Hayley
that her fantasy, being controlled sexually by another
man, had changed. The sex was, she had to admit, an
enjoyable context, but the feeling that she craved was
to defeat her captor. She had beaten Dr. Gilliam. She
could do it to Jack. Her romance novels had it all
wrong, falling in love with the captor. In her favorite
book, and in all of them it seemed, the heroine was
captured and raped, then overcame her captive by making
him love her. How silly she had been. If the historical
fictions were written in a current setting, the same
author would have people picketing her home. And be
deserving of it.
She looked at her husband for several long moments,
seeing the man who had captured her heart. He raised
his eyebrows in question. "Steven, make love to me."
***
The website was again updated. There were a few
pictures posted of Hayley sucking Steven's cock and of
him fondling her breasts. But apparently, their
audience was too distracted to take any other pictures.
"I'll bet Jack is disappointed," said Hayley. "What's
with the next mission?"
Steven read over her shoulder. ""Next, my slut neighbor
will. well, just imagine. But I'll post the pictures
afterward."
"I guess he'll let us know." Steven noticed that Jack
was now accepting American Express and Discover,
whereas before it was Visa and MasterCard. Business
must be on the rise. It was a compliment. Of sorts.
***
Jack was feeling his oats. Hayley, he was now
confident, would do whatever was needed. But it
surprised him that Steven seemed just as willing. And
they wouldn't know it, but he had them to thank for his
newest, and largest, client. It had been accidental
that it had worked out, but. Who would have known that
when he was showing the prospect his computer server
system, that this person would recognize the ongoing
monitor on bandwidth, and then have the curiosity to
ask what website was drawing so much traffic? Jack
hadn't claimed that the website was his, but when his
customer said that he would like to see Hayley in
action, he couldn't help but add, "What if I could
arrange it?"
And so he had. In the motel room. And it was nice and
anonymous for his client, who had now signed on the
dotted line, with the understanding that it was a "one
time only" negotiating perk. And if he wanted to
renegotiate later, then... Hayley would just have to
accommodate him. It was amazing how everything was
coming together. Coming together. Yes, it was time for
Jack to give himself a reward.
Then the phone rang.
After hanging up the phone, he decided he better take
his reward now, rather than later. He drove home,
knowing that his wife would be out. Then he walked
across the yard to Hayley's house and rang the
doorbell.
Hayley opened the door with a curt, "What do you want?"
Jack just smiled and stepped inside the house.
"Well, it's about your next mission. When was the last
time you and Steven had sex?"
Hayley tried to think about why this was important to
know, but decided that it couldn't hurt anything. "This
morning, before he went to work."
"Perfect. You asked what I want. It's you."
Hayley didn't understand the line of questioning, but
she understood that Jack now wanted to fuck her. "I
thought you were afraid of disease."
"Yeah, I'm going to risk it."
"What about your wife? Isn't she home?"
"She went to her mom's house for a week, and I didn't
do anything to discourage her." Jack held her by the
wrist and led her up the stairs to her bedroom, which
he had never scene before except on videotape. "Where
do you keep your sex toys, and where is the camera?"
Hayley went to the bathroom and pulled out a black bag
which contained her vibrators, blindfold, and bondage
straps. She found the camera downstairs and returned
with it.
As turned on as she had been at Dr. Gilliam's house, or
with Dr. Gilliam for that matter, Hayley felt nothing
but violated as Jack removed her clothes. His manner
was somewhat rough, and he pawed at her breasts,
pinching them and sucking on them as if he didn't care
what it felt like to her. But then, he probably didn't.
Then he had her lay on the bed while he used the straps
to secure her to the four corners. Hayley felt like she
could cry, but she didn't want to give in to him. She
wished Steven was home. A steely hostility took over as
he felt her body with his hands, leisurely but roughly.
She felt sorry for his wife.
He undressed, and she was sorry to see that his cock
was slightly larger than Steven's. She had enjoyed the
notion that he was blessed with a 3" nub. When he
entered her, she wasn't wet, and he forced his way in.
It hurt before it began to feel better. And even after
it began to feel good, she wouldn't allow herself to
participate by moving her body. She didn't want him to
enjoy it. Hayley's mind started to wander to dinner.
What would she cook? Hayley couldn't imagine why he
chose now as the time to take her. Was it his intention
to be fucking her when Steven returned? She ducked a
kiss to look at her clock. 5:10. Steven would be home
in 20 minutes.
Without her help, it seemed that Jack was quite content
to just to thrust within her. He was in no particular
hurry, apparently, and he continued to grab at her tits
as best he could while maintaining his balance. It made
sense, in a way, that he handled her tits so much. His
wife was almost flat-chested. Ha. 'You can't have
everything,' came to mind, but then she realized that,
yes, he could, and he did. She could probably expect
him to fuck her any day he wanted to.
Something had to be done.
For fifteen minutes he fucked her, removing his cock
apparently when he was close to cumming, making it
last. Steven would be here in about five minutes, she
thought. Murder could happen. Jack started increasing
his rhythm and thrusting harder. She didn't encourage
him, and it was all she could do not to move with him.
Finally, she just closed her eyes as she felt him cum
within her, a faint heat source within her, fading
away. She felt him withdraw, but kept her eyes closed.
She didn't want to see his face, and particularly any
sign of gloating.
She felt a shift in movement on the bed, and then
realized he was placing a blindfold on her. Then she
felt a towel between her legs, apparently cleaning her
up. Then, ear muffs. She had forgotten those were in
the bag. What was he up to? And finally, a gag. She
wasn't sure what cloth he was using. She knew there
weren't any of those in the bags... Steven would never
use one.
Then she felt something on her abdomen. It tickled.
Writing. What was he writing? Why did men seem to like
to write on her body? Maybe he saw one of Dr. Gilliam's
pictures. She heard a faint low toned murmur, and she
hoped it was the garage door. Good. Get this guy out of
the house. Or maybe it was the air-conditioner turning
on, as she felt cold air blow against her skin.
***
Steven returned home from work, tired. Tired from
working, tired of the reality of what his sex life had
become. Hayley's "events" were a thing of the past. Now
it was all about Jack. Whereas he had taken so much joy
in the sexual acts that Hayley had put on while
controlled by Dr. Gilliam, even with his suspicions,
and while he could admit that what Jack had made them
do was fun, it was interesting that their last several
times together, he and Hayley had enjoyed just making
love... holding each other, caressing each other,
kissing lightly and passionately... or just feeling the
other's hands during the afterglow.
"Hayley?" No answer. Her car was in the garage.
She wasn't downstairs, so he headed upstairs. He found
his wife spread-eagled on the bed. Tied. Earmuffs even.
He didn't really want her this way, some other time,
yes. But he didn't want to disappoint her after she
managed to get herself laid out like this. He saw there
was a message on her abdomen. Written in lipstick.
"I've been saving it all day. Eat me."
Steven didn't know what to make of this. She usually
emptied herself shortly after they made love. And he
was no stranger to the taste of his cum, he had licked
it from her breasts many times. But, he couldn't recall
sucking it from her cunt. But if that's what she
wanted. He undressed and got up on the bed and
approached her cunt. She was hot. She must have played
with a vibrator before she tied herself up.
He extended his tongue, lightly tracing her labia. She
didn't move. She was playing it cool. We'll see about
that. He blew against her sex. Nothing. He found her
clit and pressed against it, slowly with more pressure.
Nothing. He used his fingers to spread her lips
slightly, they remained open easily. He began licking
the outside of her cunt in wet, wide strokes, enjoying
the smoothness of her hairless skin. He saw that she
shivered slightly. He then inserted his tongue into her
hole, amazed at the wetness inside. She must have
played with herself a lot to be so lubricated. And as
his tongue withdrew, he not only tasted his cum, but
smelled it.
He liked the smell of it and pressed his nose against
her pussy, then rubbed her clit with it. Then he went
inside with his tongue again, licking her juices, and
his. He didn't realize it would stay so moist or so...
pungent... through a day. She began raising her hips to
meet his face, and he licked again, sucking in his cum.
Well, she was into it now. He backed away from her cunt
to blow against it again, softly. He was amazed to see
some cum dribble from her open hole. He licked it up
with the tip of his tongue, removing it from her flesh
with the lightest pressure possible. He heard her moan.
Just as he thrust his tongue inside her, he became
aware that he was being watched.
It was Jack. He had been in the closet, and he was
holding the camera. Jack said, "See you later." He
heard his laugh, short little "heh's," trail off down
the stairs. Whatever. Oral sex must be the theme for
the website. Steven was still turned on, and he moved
up Hayley's body. His cock slid within her easily and
he began to fuck her. She moved her head slightly, and
he assumed she wanted the gag off. It looked
uncomfortable. He wasn't sure where the cloth had come
from. Slowly grinding within her and resting on an
elbow, he managed to untie the cloth and remove it. He
knew the earmuffs would hurt after a while and removed
those as well. Then the blindfold.
Hayley's eyes adjusted momentarily, then looked
astonished, then horrified. "What?" Steven asked.
"Nothing. Just fuck me."
Steven leaned forward to give her a kiss, and he was
surprised that she kept her eyes wide open, as she
normally closed them during sex. Her mouth parted,
taking in gasps of air as he began thrusting within
her, her jaw quivering with sexual tension, and he
could tell that she was approaching orgasm. But there
was a look about her face that suggested he was a
stranger to her. Or something. It was odd. Maybe it was
because she remained tied to the bed. Finally, her
eyelids snapped shut and she buckled in orgasm. He came
within her, and, exhausted, all but collapsed on her.
Her eyes opened, and the strange look remained on her
face. "Is something wrong?"
She didn't answer. So he kissed her, hoping, if
anything, to close her eyes again. And it was then that
her body began to tremble. Her eyes were open, staring
at him in a way, but she was into the kiss.
She broke away for a moment. "Steven. Untie me, please.
And then eat me again? Please?"
***
Several hours later, Hayley called Steven into the
library, where they kept their computer. "I want to do
something first, before you see the website." She began
taking his clothes off. His cock was limp, having
fucked Hayley twice since arriving home. "I love seeing
it when it's soft." Okay, sure. She reached over, and
turned on the power to the computer monitor.
Steven looked at the screen, which, not surprisingly,
was showing Jack's website. The picture was scrolled
down a bit, and he saw pictures from the afternoon. He
wasn't surprised to see pictures of his blurred face,
licking at his wife's cunt. He was aware that Hayley
kept checking out his cock, which remained soft. His
only thought was that he wished he had kept un-blurred
copies of all the pictures, but he wouldn't tell Hayley
that. He reached over to the mouse and scrolled the
picture upwards.
"CREAM PIE" No big deal; he enjoyed it. There was
smaller text. "These pictures were taken when the
slut's husband returned home from work. He ate her out,
but good. It was strange for me really. Not to watch
and take pictures of them. That was great. The strange
part was that he didn't know that I had just finished
fucking her, and that he was eating my cum out of her
cunt! And, of course, that was the challenge that had
to be kept secret. And he didn't suspect a thing! Come
back in a couple days to see the slut's biggest
challenge yet!"
Steven was dumbfounded. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Hayley let a short silence linger, then answered, "I
was gagged.
Remember?"
"Why did you let him fuck you?"
"For the same reason we've been his little sex puppets.
He surprised me. He told us he wouldn't fuck me,
remember? Well, he changed his mind."
"So, what then? He can fuck you anytime?" Jealousy. He
had never really known the feeling. His neighbor
fucking his wife?
"Look at yourself. Ever since you learned he fucked me,
you're cock has been huge. So maybe you can tell me
what turns you on about it. My guess is that he'll fuck
me until we can figure a way out of this. I was
resigned when the doctor forced me to have sex. I can
do it again." There was a long silence. "Look, we both
new this was going to happen, if not him, then it would
be somebody else. 'Absolute power corrupts absolutely,'
right?"
"It almost sounds like you enjoyed it."
"What, am I supposed to hate sex? He tied me up and
fucked me. I did my best just to lay there, and I can't
imagine that he had much fun. He was rough the way he
grabbed at me, too."
"Well, you didn't seem to be stone cold when I..."
Steven faltered.
Hayley was quiet, clearly trying to think of what to
say. "Jack fucked me, and it wasn't great. It wasn't
even good. I just wanted him to leave. He came inside
me about three minutes before you showed up. I heard a
faint noise through the ear muffs, and I thought it was
the air-conditioning. I knew you would be home anytime,
but it didn't seem like any time at all before he, that
is, you, started licking me. I started imagining that
it was you doing it, because I hated that he was
licking my sex. Anyway, the fantasy took over, and I
didn't know that it would turn me on."
"Thinking of me licking your cunt? No. You mean
thinking of me licking his cum! I can't believe that."
"Well, believe it. When you kissed me afterwards, I
smelled his cum on your breath. That's why I wanted you
to fuck me. I liked the smell."
"You liked the smell? When I've licked my cum off your
tits, you don't want me to get near your face."
"I know, Steven. It surprised me, too."
"So when you told me to eat you again, what was it to
you? That I was eating my cum, or his again?"
Hayley didn't answer, directly, anyway. "Look at you.
You're leaking pre-cum. What can I do to make it up to
you?"
***
The doorbell rang early the next morning. Steven had
just left for work. It was Jack. "I was surprised I
didn't hear anything from Steven. He must have enjoyed
it." Jack came inside and removed Hayley's robe,
leaving her naked in the foyer. It was too early for
this.
Hayley didn't say anything.
"So, I figure he liked it. And I decided to leave him
another surprise." Jack pushed her toward the steps.
Jack wasn't much for words that morning, either. Hayley
again tried her "lame" posture, then he told her to get
on top and ride him. She did. She didn't feel guilty
about it. It was more a sadness that she was being used
by so worthless a person. She at least had respect, of
a sort, for the doctor. But Jack just made her feel
cheap. He came quickly inside her.
"I can guess that you would probably like me to leave.
But not today. I've wondered how many times I could
fuck a woman in a single day."
It became painful in the late afternoon. Hayley knew
how many times Jack had fucked her, because he was
counting. And it was during the eighth that he seemed
to go on forever. He seemed to be having a harder and
harder time getting to orgasm. The second and third
times she admitted to herself that she had enjoyed, and
she was mad at herself after orgasming after both. Jack
knew that she was becoming responsive and reveled
verbally in "fucking his neighbor's slut wife good."
Despite his verbal antics, it felt good, and it was
impossible for her to stay still. And she was at least
rewarded by Jack not being so rough with her. He wasn't
good, but he wasn't bad. But after seven times, her
cunt and her tits were sore. She was tired of kissing a
man that was not her husband, and she was tired on
sucking on his cock between rounds. He finally came
within her, and they both knew that Steven was due home
at any minute. Just like yesterday.
"Well, I guess the number is going to stay at 8. Even
if I had the rest of the evening, I don't think my back
could take any more. I'm not that out of shape, but
man, it hurts."
Hayley couldn't resist a small joke. "Well, stop
fucking around and see a doctor."
Steven looked at her, grinned slightly while holding
her gaze for a few seconds, then said, "Get your
bondage ropes."
Hayley replied, "Not again."
"Oh yes. Again. There's something I like about letting
it be clearly known that I fucked you." He tied her up.
"And, I want you to be available tomorrow at 4:30." He
began to leave.
"Jack, can I ask a favor?" That stopped him.
***
Hayley heard Jack leave through the front door. At
least, she hoped he was gone and wasn't playing a
trick. It was another 20 minutes before Steven arrived
home and found her upstairs. She wasn't blindfolded or
gagged this time, just spread eagled as before.
She said, "Don't worry, he's gone, I'm pretty sure."
Steven looked her over. She knew she was a mess. The
sheets were soaked. She had hoped to take a shower in
the morning. Obviously, that had never happened. She
knew that her cunt lips were red and swollen, that
there was dried cum all around her sex, and that a
little bit of Jack's cum dribbled out now and then.
"Eat my cum. J!" was written on her shaved mons. And he
had written with a Sharpie pen in thick block letters.
She didn't know how long it would take to wash it off.
Steven untied her legs, then her hands. He looked
worried. He was about to climb next to her on the bed.
"I'm okay, Steven, but I want you to take your clothes
off, first." He shook his head, not sure if he should.
"Go ahead. I want you to." He did, and climbed next to
her on the bed. He leaned next to her face to give her
a kiss. It was a short one. She was sure he could smell
Jack's sweaty cock on her breath. She could.
She traced his cheek with a finger. "Honey, you know I
love you." She nudged him and pulled him atop her.
"Hayley, I..." She put a finger to his mouth.
"Ssshhhhhhhh," she couldn't explain, but she began
pushing him on his shoulders, down her body.
"Hayley."
"Ssshhhhhhhh," a tear formed in her eye, surprising
her. She put her hands on the sides of his head. Her
vision of this moment was what had gotten her through
the day. "I'm so sorry." She spread her legs wide and
pushed his head in to her sex, then closed her legs
around him.
She felt him pierce her cunt tentatively with his
tongue and begin lapping her juices... mingled...
with... another man's... cum. It wasn't that his tongue
felt that good. She could hardly feel him. Still it was
the thought, the anticipation, and the sight of him,
she screamed out in orgasm. Her body convulsed for the
next five minutes as she held Steven in place. She
finally relaxed her leg muscles, and he withdrew. Cum
was on his face. And her juices, too, she knew. But
mostly cum. She couldn't help but look. "Did you get it
all?"
Steven replied with a relatively muted, "yeah."
She sat up and traced the ridge of his nose, and a
cheek. She placed the cum that gathered on her fingers
at his lips and said, "No. No you didn't." It took
three more passes with her finger, before she turned
over onto her knees. It would be like yesterday, she
decided, as she felt him enter her. One more time.
***
"Just stay here and give me about five minutes. And use
this."
Jack hurried next door. This was his big opportunity.
With his newest client came this business contact, and
it was unexpected in its scope. To run an internet
service provider was simple enough, and, once you had
enough business subscribers and began hosting and
maintaining sites, you could earn a decent living. But
he wasn't in it for that. He liked what he did, sure,
but he had started it with the hope of one day selling
it to a larger company, reaping a cash windfall. ISP's
weren't the hot commodity lately, but Henry appeared to
have the cash and the history to make a good offer.
Hayley answered the door. He was really quite happy
with himself, although he realized that this was
probably the last time he would fuck her. After all, he
really was afraid of disease.
"Go get your blindfold," he said. She returned with it,
along with a very unhappy look on her face. "Cheer up,
this is probably the last time I'll fuck you," he said.
"Promise? Please?"
"No, I won't, come to think of it." He led her through
her kitchen and, after a brief resistance, pushed her
almost forcibly onto her back deck. He turned her
around and started undoing her blouse, then tossed it
near the door. She wasn't wearing a bra, and he
couldn't resist a squeeze of her nipples. They were
surprisingly cool to his touch. He wished his wife's
tits were at least half the size of Hayley's, he
enjoyed having something to grasp.
"Don't do this. Please. You never know when
neighborhood kids will cut through the yard."
He said, "You're right about that," and then he put the
blindfold on.
"But somebody might see me!"
"You're right. Somebody might. In fact, it seems like
I've seen you out here plenty of times. One more time
won't hurt."
He then undid her shorts and pulled them down, followed
by her panties. Both of these were thrown near the
door, as well. Jack took the time to smell her hair,
and gently pass his hands over her breasts, waist, and
hips. "Well, you clean up well. You were a mess
yesterday.." He moved his hand down to her cunt, which,
as expected, was wet. But wet was only halfway with
Hayley. She had responded to him yesterday, but he
didn't want her to be dead as a stone with his client
watching. He had to get her into it, then she would be
fun. He thought for a moment, then he began rubbing her
slit. "Tell me, did he eat my cum?"
A "yes" escaped her lips, almost a whisper, but he
heard it. She probably hadn't meant to say it. He
leaned closer to her ear, "And did it turn you on?" She
shivered in response. "I knew you were a slut. I just
didn't realize how much. And it seems like you chose
the perfect mate. Put your hand on the rail. Good. More
of a bend. That's it."
He reached around her to feel her hanging tits, giving
her nipples short tugs that prompted little noises from
her. "I think I'll fuck you like this today." With
that, he pulled down his shorts and underwear, stepping
out of them. His cock was hard, and although there
wasn't the romance or intimacy he was accustomed to
with his wife, he found that Hayley, for the sheer
sexual ride, was awesome.
This was one lady that liked to be fucked, and she had
proven it yesterday. Sex with his wife would never be
the same again. He felt between her legs and found her
opening, then guided his shaft within her. His cock was
relatively numb from the previous day, not to mention
the jacking off he had done during the night replaying
it in his mind. The result was that he wasn't going to
cum anytime soon. And that was good, especially when
you were being watched.
He gradually increased his rhythm, wishing he had a
better view of her tits which he knew were swinging in
time with his thrusts. And while she was meeting his
thrusts, he decided that this wasn't enough for a show.
"Hayley, that was quite a lot of cum I left in you
yesterday. Did you see Steven lap it up? Did you watch
him suck my jism from your pussy?" He could hear her
pant. "I don't know how much I have left to shoot in
you, but will he lick it out, too? You are some kind of
slut. Just imagine those gooey strands of cum melting
inside you, mixing with your juices, and then your
husband, sticking his tongue in there and slurping them
up, tasting my jism. Who do you think is turned on
more? Him? Or you?"
Hayley's self-control gave away, and he heard her say,
"Just fuck me. Fuck me."
"Oh, you want some more cum in there for him, huh? Say
it louder."
"Fuck me!"
That WAS loud. "What do you want in you?"
"Cum in me! Fuck me hard! I want your cum!"
That, he was sure, was heard next door. This sale
should be over.
He happily pounded against her cunt as hard as he
possibly could, and with her continued, but quieter
demands of being fucked and cumming in her, he reached
orgasm surprisingly quickly, but feeling precious
little shoot into her.
She was still breathing hard, her heart racing as he
turned her so that she faced his house. "There is
somebody watching, by the way. He's on my deck, and
he's checking you out. He is also your next challenge,
but you'll learn more about that later. But for now, I
promised him a glimpse of what he'll be getting."
Jack cupped Hayley's magnificent breasts with his
hands, noting how hot and sweaty they now were, giving
them a squeeze, then pulling on her nipples. Then he
reached around her waist, told her to spread her legs
slightly, and pulled her cunt lips apart, hopefully
exposing her pink flesh to his guest. Although it
spoiled her look somewhat, it pleased him somewhat that
his last message didn't appear to be removed at all.
Perhaps she had bathed around it. He never would have
guessed that a woman would get turned on by her husband
eating someone else's cum from her cunt. Or for that
matter, that a husband would do it. He wouldn't.
Here, hold onto the deck again. He signaled to his
client to go inside, then put his clothes back on and
went back into Hayley's house, carrying her clothes and
locking the door behind him. He made sure that the
garage and front doors were locked, too, before he
left.
Henry, his client, was impressed. They watched from a
window as a naked Hayley scampered from window to
window, seeing if one was unlocked. One wasn't. She sat
in a deck chair and turned her back to them, apparently
waiting for Steven to come home.
"Well, that's her. You've seen the website. I've just
proven she'll do what I tell her to do. Do we have a
deal?"
"Yeah, yeah, we have a deal."
***
Hayley didn't have to say anything. With her standing
on the deck, naked, Steven knew pretty much what had
happened. He unlocked the door and let her in. "I'm
going to go shower," she said.
It just wasn't right when another man was fucking your
wife while you were at work. Steven had to catch
himself. How far had he slipped in his sexual mores? It
wasn't right for another man to fuck his wife, period.
What kind of marriage was this, when you were being
blackmailed? And Hayley was a mix of emotions. She
hated what was happening to her, to them. and he knew
she wanted out from under Jack's thumb. But she was
randy in a way he had never known. Check that. He had.
She was a nympho when they were dating, but cooled
quickly after marriage. But she had been randy, too,
when under the doctor's control. And he had loved every
minute of it.
And now, well, he wasn't loving every minute of it. She
had apologized probably ten times about, what she had
wanted him to do yesterday. He didn't want to think
about it. He didn't even want to think about not
thinking about it. And he couldn't explain his own
feelings. Why did it turn him on that she had fucked
other men? The doctor, and now Jack? He hadn't watched
her being fucked, but the image kept recurring in his
mind and he couldn't deny his arousal. Would he feel
the same if he watched? And he could have said no to
that thing he didn't want to think about. Did he do it
just to please her? Yes. But he knew that wasn't wholly
true.
He left his speculations and went to the computer,
starting it up. He could hear the water run through the
pipes from the upstairs shower. He knew she had just
been fucked. The red splotches, the swollen lips
between her legs. Why hadn't she asked for him to. Stop
it! He logged on to the net, and went to the one web
page that at the same time excited and frightened him.
The new challenge was posted. It wasn't anger that
followed, but resolve.
He called Jack. He was home, of course. He would hardly
have had time to leave... since fucking Hayley! "We
won't do it, Jack."
"Yes, you will."
"No, I mean it. Some of the stuff was kind of fun, I'll
admit. But fucking her, that has got to stop. And this
next challenge, forget it."
"Did your wife tell you that she actually asked me to
write that message on her? Have you noticed that she
hasn't washed it off? And then, today, on your deck, as
I'm FUCKING HER! Do you know what she says? She says
you enjoyed eating my cum. Glad to hear it, guy. But I
don't think you're family and friends will be so
appreciative."
"Forget it, Jack. It's over. We're done." He hung up.
And he turned the computer off.
***
Hayley settled in at the computer. Steven was being
eerily quiet, but he had reason to be. She had no
choice but to let Jack fuck her. Steven knew that. They
had talked about it. So she didn't feel particularly
guilty. She just wish she could understand herself
better. Why had those silly romance novels turned her
on in the first place? Could she have resisted the
doctor, in his office? Could she have stood up to his
blackmail, let Steven know the score and take the
consequences? Maybe. Probably not. But she wasn't sure
of herself, now.
Being screwed by Jack, she didn't like. But she did,
sort of. It had turned her on to a whole turn-on that
she never suspected. She had washed the note from her
skin as best she could. It would have to remain a
memory. Of course, Jack's pictures of the first time
helped. Agh. She had to think of something else. She
was getting moist.
She decided that she better go ahead and check out the
site to see if there was another message. It didn't
take her long to comprehend what had changed on the web
page, but it took several minutes before she could
digest the pictures and summon the courage to call
Steven.
"You're pale."
"Look."
The site headline was: "Hayley Scott, slut neighbor,
reveals all!" Jack had split the screen into sections,
so that "Hayley fucks her chiropractor" introduced the
scenes the doctor had recorded. "Hayley exhibits
herself around town" preceded their more recent
pictures. "Her husband Steven sucks my cum out of her
cunt." More pictures. "I fuck her while my friend
watches." And all of them showed their faces, clearly.
And a concluding comment was: "Today, they decided they
didn't want to take me up on my next challenge. I'm
sorry about that. But maybe they'll respond to your
requests directly. Their address and phone number is."
"He did it."
"Why?" Hailey asked.
"I told him we were through."
"What? Why? I mean, I can understand, but, why now?"
"His latest challenge, Hayley. I'm to deliver you to a
hotel room and leave you until morning. He didn't say
what would happen. He just said that like that strip
club in Atlanta that provided sex for athletes, you
were being given to a VIP."
Hayley didn't say anything. Steven still didn't know
about the doctor's house, and it wouldn't make him feel
any better to find out now. She had faced it once, and
she could face it again. She had to find some way of
comforting him, but at the same time appear frightful
of what could happen. "Steven, I..."
He laid on the floor and closed his eyes. He had an
erection in his shorts. And as she felt a shiver of
pleasure at her remembrance when she first crossed the
steps to the doctor's house, she as soon felt the
accompanying despair about being trapped.
"Steven, I have to. We can't let this site stay up like
this. Somebody could show up at the door. I just hope
he hasn't contacted anyone yet. Call him."
Steven remained on the floor, his hands rubbing his
temples.
She picked up the portable phone and dialed. "Jack.
It's me. I'll do it. Now change the site." She hung up.
She didn't want to talk to the creep.
After refreshing her screen about 100 times, the site
returned to its former, anonymous display. She scrolled
down to the challenge area.
Steven hadn't mentioned that part. She would have to go
shopping.
***
Hayley hated Frederick's of Hollywood. She didn't like
their lingerie.
It made her feel cheap. She didn't like their sales
staff, either. They looked like ex-whores forced to
find a job. And she didn't like their customers, who
were either teens into things way too early or women in
no physical shape to be trying on such slutty outfits.
Steven always asked for her to dress up, but if he
couldn't get turned on by seeing her naked, what was
the point? Besides, she didn't like the idea of
spending money on something she would wear two minutes
every six months.
Feeling hostile towards the whole place, and the reason
for coming, for that matter, she more or less took the
place by storm, asking direct questions about where,
picking a g-string that was her size, paying, and
exiting without any unnecessary conversation. It was
strange that she would feel so grimy going to a store
in the mall. But she didn't want to go to Victoria's
Secret. They might not have g-strings. Plus, she might
actually bump into someone she knew. Not a chance of
that at Frederick's. At least she wouldn't have to wear
the thing after tonight. Whoever it was, she'd give
him, or them, a souvenir.
It was on the way home that her back started aching. It
had been building ever since spending that day in the
bed with Jack. She passed Dr. Gilliam's old office, and
saw that it was now occupied by another doctor. There
were only three cars in the parking lot, so they
weren't busy. She turned the car around and went back.
Maybe the new doctor kept all the old information,
which would save a bundle for x-rays.
Dr. Mareshi? She would have preferred an American
doctor, but then she couldn't justify to herself why.
And this would save money if they had the old records.
The secretary was the same one as before. Good. "Hi.
I'm Hayley. I used to see Dr. Gilliam."
"Oh, yes. Sure, how are you?"
"Well, I haven't had my back adjusted since before he
went."
"That was such a surprise. I never saw it coming. But
fortunately for me, Dr. Mareshi came around while we
were still sorting out the billings, and he decided to
purchase the practice."
"How long has he been a chiropractor?"
"About 10 years, now. His father used to own the
practice before Dr. Gilliam."
Hayley's attention was riveted. "Is that so? Is there
any chance he could see me today?"
After waiting the obligatory 20 minutes in the waiting
room, Dr. Mareshi entered. She had expected a short,
Indian looking gentlemen, but the man who entered
looked European, was probably 6'2", looked to be in his
30's, and spoke with an Americanized British accent.
Hayley didn't think that her expectation would be
improper to share, so she told him.
"Oh, yes. Well, that's funny, isn't it? Go ahead and
get on the table. My grandfather was a British diplomat
in India, and he married one of the "natives," he
actually called them. His daughter, my mom, also
married a "native," and I carry his name. When my
mother died, my father decided he wanted to move to
America, so I've been here since my teens. Enough about
me. Now, tell me. What is the problem?"
"It's my back. I used to see Dr. Gilliam every month or
so, and he would twist my neck a certain way and give
my cervical area a pop with the vibrating gizmo."
Hayley had no idea what it was called, but Dr. Mareshi
seemed to understand.
"Oh, yes. I have your chart, but I hadn't looked at it.
Tell me, have you ever been to Madras?"
Hayley couldn't answer, but shook her head.
"I see that Dr. Gilliam played this tape for you."
Hayley was incredulous. She understood everything he
said and could contemplate those things, but she
couldn't speak. It was quite different from the tape.
She lost all awareness during that, she thought. "Now
tell me, Hayley, what did Dr. Gilliam do?"
She found herself telling him everything. His questions
were gentle, but probing. Just as it occurred to her
that she shouldn't tell him about that, then she did.
And not only about it, but all about it. It was
perplexing. She told him the whole sordid story... the
pictures... the blackmail... the sex... even her
feelings about being used, her fantasy, her sexual
resolve on Dr. Gilliam's porch, and her triumph over
him.
And after she had said it all, she became fearful that
he would use her, too. Would she ever be free of this
mess?
"Hayley, you've told me your fantasy, about being a
captive. Now I have a question for you. Do you really
want me to tell you to remove your shirt?"
"Yes." It surprised her, but even as she heard her own
voice, she recognized it was true. She felt ashamed of
herself.
"You've been truthful. And now I'm going to be
truthful. I'm not going to do that. In fact, I want you
to say 'Madras, Delhi." She repeated the names of the
cities. And suddenly the spell was gone.
"What? How?"
It is a subliminal remnant of the tape that makes you
susceptible to hypnotism. My father new about it.
Gilliam didn't. It was a short-cut so that he wouldn't
have to replay the tape each time a patient came in. It
cut into his appointment times, you see. You're the
fifth female client I've had that used to see Gilliam.
They were photographed, but I left them without a
memory of it since it would do them no good. But I've
known that someone got to Gilliam. There was no other
way to explain his current behavior. I had thoughts of
helping him, but... I see that he deserved it. I'm so
sorry for the pain that this has caused you and your
husband, despite the pleasures which you obviously
remember fondly."
Hayley blushed. It felt good to blush. "So, you don't
use the videotape?"
"I wish that I could say no. But I try to use it as
ethically as I can. My trade has a habit of trying to
hook people into continued services up to months at a
time, but for most problems, if they can't be improved
within a month, then Chiropractic is not the solution.
Yours is slightly different, and not uncommon, that you
need adjustments when you feel the need. But there are
many who approach our services with more than a healthy
skepticism, and in certain cases, I know they will not
come back as long as they need to. So, I suggest to
those clients, that they return for a reasonable number
of visits, always less than a month, to give them the
best opportunity of not needing my services again. It
was with this intent that my father started using the
tape."
"I need it." And she said it so that he believed her.
"Why?"
Hayley told him about the repercussions of the doctor's
actions, skipping the embarrassing parts, but getting
to the point that the mess she was in was still,
ultimately, due to that tape.
"Hayley, I can't give you a copy. You've seen what it
can do. You shouldn't think yourself above it just
because of your need. In fact, look at Gilliam now.
That bordered on the power corrupting you, as well."
"Then, can you help me?"
***
Hayley drove home with a mission. The mission for that
evening couldn't be avoided, but perhaps future ones
could. When she pulled into her driveway, she was happy
to see that Jack's car was in his driveway. He was
fortunate to have a job where he could work from his
house much of the time. She wished Steven could do the
same.
She didn't know if Jack was going to help himself to
her again. But she needed him to. She couldn't just
call him and set him up. It wouldn't be obvious, but it
would be suspicious given their current "relationship."
She went upstairs and undressed. If she managed to get
this done now, she could still bathe and nap before
Steven returned home. She found a bottle of tanning
oil. It was old, but it should work. She preferred high
protection factors in sunscreen to the baking lotion
she had used in college. Was this that old?
She grabbed a towel and went downstairs. She turned the
music on to a radio station so that it would play
through the outdoor speakers on the deck. She unlocked
the front door, then she walked onto the back deck,
laid her towel down in a lounge chair, adjusting it so
that it faced Jack's house, and reclined.
She poured some of the oil onto her leg, and she began
smoothing it over her skin. Her skin began to shimmer
from the oil. She did this slowly, almost erotically,
imagining that she was with a lover who wanted to take
his time feeling every inch of her. She wasn't turned
on in the least, but she hoped that Jack would catch
the sound of the music and give a look her way. The
rest she could leave to his baser instincts.
It was about four minutes later that she had worked her
way up to her breasts, pouring oil on her left one,
when Jack came through the door onto the deck.
"Hayley, I must say, you surprise me. Here I am
thinking that my wife is coming home in a couple of
days and generally feeling sorry for myself that I have
to go back to ground beef after dining on a filet. I
hadn't planned on fucking you today, but I started
thinking of that tight bald pussy and your luscious
tits, just waiting for me over here. And all I have to
do is go over. And no sooner do I think this than I see
that you're home. And not just that, but you're giving
me a show. So, I'm over my shock. Now, let me help you
with that oil." He began massaging the oil into her
breasts, somewhat roughly. He wasn't the lover that she
had been imagining. He interrupted her thoughts. "So,
I'm curious, why did you want me? I was clearly
invited. You like my cock? Or did you want some more of
my jism for that cum licking husband of yours?"
Hayley hadn't considered that particular kink, but
decided that it was a good basis for getting this over
with, and perhaps enjoying it, just a little, she told
herself, too.
"Yeah, Jack, that's a lot of it. I've been thinking all
morning about whatever you have in store for me tonight
at the hotel. And it turned me on. You see how wet I
am."
Jack looked down at the bare skin where her legs met
and placed a finger against her slit. Slopping wet.
"Damn."
"So, when I get turned on, there's certain fantasies
that I like. So, I decided, yes, I wanted your cum. I
want my husband to have a little fun before I go away
tonight. It didn't seem right that I should just ask
you, given that you're the prick that you are. But I
didn't want to miss out, either."
Jack stood. "Well, you're not going to miss out on a
thing, you little slut." He pulled his knit shirt over
his head. "Why don't you do the rest?"
Hayley leaned up and sat at the end of the lounger. She
could play the slut. She ran her fingers across his
cock, feeling it tremble slightly under his shorts. She
looked up into his eyes, giving him the fantasy of
whatever he wanted her to be, as she undid his shorts
and pulled them to the ground with his underwear.
"Suck me. You haven't done that before."
She just grinned at him, and began licking his cock. He
was clean, at least, but she was annoyed by the hairs
that caught in her mouth. She concentrated on the head
of his cock, licking it and slurping at it, noisily.
Then she grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed,
causing the head of his cock to grow massively. She
couldn't help but be impressed and gave him a couple
more licks. With her other hand she grabbed his
scrotum, just above his balls, squeezing them into
their sac. Time for more acting. "Ooooh, Jack. Your
balls feel so large and... heavy. I hope you're just
full of cum."
Jack started moving his pelvis, causing her hand to
stroke his cock. "Now, now, big Jack. I don't want your
cum out here. I want you to cum in my pussy. I want to
feel this thick shaft inside me. I want you to fuck
me," she licked her lips, ".HARD."
She leaned back and spread her legs. She gripped her
cunt lips with both hands and spread them so he could
see her most private parts. Then she stared at his cock
and added in a throaty whisper, "Fuck me Jack."
Jack went over to the deck chairs and removed two seat
cushions. He threw them on the ground next to the
lounger and said, "get on your hands and knees, slut."
She did, and looking coyly back over her shoulder, she
settled on her elbows and raised her hips, giving him a
clear view of her sex. It wasn't a second before she
felt him thrust into her.
Her playacting worked extremely well. His cockhead felt
huge as he pushed his way in. In fact, his whole cock
seemed larger. She didn't have to act now. "Ooooh. That
feels so good. So good. You're so big. Oh! Oh!
OOOhhhhhhh! Fuck me! That's it, fuck me! I want to feel
you cum in me, that's it!" Her breath gave out, at
least to speak, as she was just keeping up with sucking
in air. She could feel his balls slap against her, all
the way on her mound, as if they were wrapping around
each thrust. She was spread so wide, and he was
stretching her, and it felt so good. Finally, he shot
within her, three spurts that she could feel, and then
she could only feel his convulsions. "Yes, that's it,
cum in me! I want every little drop."
She rolled over, looking at him. He was holding his
back, trying to straighten in a way that didn't hurt.
"Come here. I'll suck you. I want you one more time."
"Ahhh. No. I think I'm shot. Besides my back is killing
me, and I've got to make a couple of arrangements for
tonight."
She didn't know what that would bring, but decided to
stay in character. "Well, I'm sure there will be some
more cum for my cunt, won't there?"
He shook his head and stood. "Count on it. I need to
get going." He began to dress, but still rubbed his
back from time to time.
She waited a few moments, lying on the cushions. She
kept her legs spread, so he could see his work. This
caught his eye. Then she stood up, almost abruptly.
"Hang on. I went to the quack doctor today. I'm feeling
fine. You ought to give him a call; maybe you could
last for two rounds then. I'll get his card."
She went into the kitchen and retrieved it from her
purse. She hoped that would do it. Give him a solution
to his pain and challenge his masculinity to make him
go. If it didn't work today, then it would the next
time. It was her only hope.
Jack looked at her crotch. "Look, you and Steven have
fun with that. But when you go to the motel tonight,
you need to be all cleaned up. VIP, remember?"
"Gotcha. No hints?"
He walked to the front door, turned and smiled. "None."
***
By the time Steven was home from work, Hayley was
cleaned up. Steven would be going through enough that
night, she was sure, that she didn't need to possibly
make matters worse by having him lick her cunt.
Although she had debated it.
They shared a rather quiet meal together. Salad,
chicken, broccoli, some bread. They didn't stock
alcohol in the house, or that would have been included
on this night.
Had it been raining, her choice of wardrobe would be
easier. But it wasn't. So she selected her black dress.
It more or less clung to her body. She wore a bra, and
overall, it looked good. The absence of a panty-line
was obvious, Steven mentioned. But she could tell he
liked it.
They parked at the hotel, a few minutes early. "Are you
sure you can do this?"
"Yeah, it's just one night. I'll get by."
"Hayley, if somebody should hurt you."
"I know. I'll handle it. It'll be okay, Steven."
There wasn't much to say that hadn't been said.
They left the car in the garage, and walked through the
lobby to the registration desk.
"Scott, Steven."
"Ah yes, we have you in room 911."
"That will be fine." And just the way he had requested.
If Hayley needed help, it was an easy room number to
remember.
They finished sorting the registration details and went
to the elevator, where Hayley pushed "9."
"This is sort of different from the last time I rode an
elevator in here. How ironic that it would be the same
hotel."
The elevator opened, and they found their room and
entered. Hayley was happy to know that Steven would be
nearby, and that she had a suitcase of clothes waiting.
They sat on the bed, holding hands, not talking.
"It's time."
"It's quiet over there," Hayley said, standing. "Help
me a bit."
Steven unzipped his wife's dress and unclasped her bra.
She removed it, and he zipped her back up. Then she
removed a shoe, and he slid a passkey to their room in
it, in case she had the need and opportunity to bolt.
She put her foot back in. The card was concealed well
enough. "And here's the key for that room."
He opened the door for her. The elevators were a short
distance to the left of the room, and her appointment
was in 913. Steven had hoped that there would be a
connecting door between the rooms, so that he could at
least listen for signs of trouble, but there wasn't.
He held her hands in his and slowly embraced her,
pushing her against the corridor wall, next to the
room. They kissed, and he let go. Steven said, "I've
got my room key. I'll be through these doors at 9:00,
on the dime." Hayley nodded. "I love you."
"I love you, too," she said. Steven rubbed her hips for
a few moments, feeling his wife's body, before letting
her go.
Hayley nodded, and Steven unzipped the back of her
dress. It fell to the ground, and she stepped out of
it. He quickly picked it up and hurried the 20' or so
to his room door, which was recessed in the hallway. He
heard Hayley slip the pass-key into the slot. By the
time he looked, he saw just a peek of Hayley, wearing
just the black g-string and high heeled, black
spaghetti-strap shoes, entering the room. Steven went
in and fell on the bed. Leaving your wife practically
naked to enter a hotel room, was not a good thing to
do. He just hadn't seen any options.
***
The first thing Hayley noticed was the cold. The
temperature was really low. Her nipples were already
hard, but the air made them almost painful, never mind
the goosebumps. She quickly closed the door behind her.
There was no one to be seen or heard. She had expected
the opposite. She had expected... some number of
people, just waiting to fuck a party slut. Why else
would she have to show up without any clothes on? She
stepped past the closet and the bathroom, peaking
around the corner to where the bed was. Only, it wasn't
a bed. It was a living area. She was in a suite. The TV
wasn't even on.
She stepped a little further and found a tray of cheese
and crackers. Wine. Grapes. Strawberries. She wasn't
hungry. She turned a corner to find the bedroom.
A king size bed lay in the middle. It was fully made,
but the sheets were turned down. There were no video
cameras that were apparent. The window shades were
open, but an inner curtain covered the window. She was
relieved, just cold. It wasn't the first impression she
had been expecting.
"You look like you need to be warmed." It was a deep
voice, a bass. She turned and looked. "My name is
Henry." He was leaning against a doorframe to a second
bathroom. She couldn't help but look him over from head
to toe. He was perhaps 6' 6", huge. He had the build of
Dolph Lungren. His face was handsome, almost European
looking. His body rippled with muscle, his abdomen
pronounced. He was hairless from the shoulders down,
and his body glistened. He could be Superman without a
uniform. And he was without.
And it was obvious what he wanted with her. Everything
about him spoke of strength. Long fingers, big hands. A
wide chest tapering to a small waist, set high above
long legs. And a cock that that just hung from his
crotch. She had never scene anything like it. It wasn't
erect, it was just... huge... hanging... and
marvelously black. It swung with his steps as he
approached her. She tried, but she couldn't look away.
"I saw you with Jack, and I knew you would be a special
treat." And with that, he grabbed her long brown hair
and pulled her head back, to begin with a kiss. After a
few brushes of the lips, she realized that he had a
long tongue, too. But she could make do with hers, and
she could tell he appreciated her fighting spirit. He
broke off their kiss and smiled at her. Just as her
romance novel fantasy had come true in a fashion, it
appeared her recurring dreams were about to do so. It
was as if her body had been waiting for this. This
wasn't at all what she had expected. She looked up at
him and reached for his cock. Then she had to look down
again, to see what she was handling.
He grinned at her. "So, you're warming to your task."
He wasn't hard, but he was hardening. Her fist was in
the middle of his shaft, and she had room for hands on
either side. 10 inches? 11? "It's 11 inches long... in
case you were wondering." She just stared at the
monster in her hand. She couldn't reach around it with
her fingers. "And it's seven inches around at the
thickest point. I'll bet that you've never had a black
man before, have you?"
Hayley found her voice. "Yes. Once. Not as big." It was
all she could say.
"I'm surprised. But that's good. There's something
about a white woman that I just love. Your hair, for
one. It's nice. I like the way it feels, the way it
sifts through my fingers. And I like the way your
breasts look. Don't get me wrong. Black women look
fine. But I like the pink nipples. It makes white women
look more, feminine, and it makes your breasts look
like they're asking to be sucked. And I like to see the
color of my hand against your skin." He placed his hand
on her abdomen. It seemed to cover her entire mid-
section. He rubbed his hand around, as if he was
feeling a baby inside. "But mostly, I like to." He was
interrupted.
"Come on. Show me." Hayley was still looking at his
cock as she put her fingers through the side of her
thong, sending it quickly to her feet. She removed her
feet from her shoes a little more carefully, not
wanting the passkey to be obvious. She leaned back on
the bed, her knees at its edge. She reached for his
cock again, and began stroking it. The monster seemed
to leap to life. As his cock began to rise, the view
opened to his massive ball sac. It had to hang over six
inches, longer than Steven's cock. And the size of his
balls were... huge. She gave a silent laugh remembering
the lies she had complimented Jack with. But this.
The head of his cock frightened her. As he neared her
cunt, it seemed to grow. There was no way it was going
to fit. He dipped just the tip into her slit, and the
sensation of heat was overpowering. He backed away
slightly. The tip of his cock was wet with her juices.
He reached his long black fingers towards her sex and
parted her cunt, holding her open as he reinserted his
cock. It was hard and straight. He didn't even have to
use his hands for something so... massive. The feeling
was... exquisite. The head of his cock just seemed to
keep opening and opening her tight passage. Just when
she felt like she couldn't take any more, her muscles
collapsed around the thickness of his shaft. He was in,
and she felt full already. But he wasn't moving, so
there was little satisfaction in it. But she just
felt... full. She couldn't imagine how this was going
to work.
A "No!" came from somewhere inside her as he slowly
retracted the head of his cock, completely exiting her,
the sensation feeling like he was almost tearing her,
yet it was still pleasure that washed through her. Even
the slit on his cock was huge. He pressed inward again.
It was... intense. It would never bring her to orgasm,
it just tightened every muscle in her body. She felt
the head pass her inner muscles again before they
constricted around his shaft once more, and she still
felt stretched. He pushed probably an inch, and her
body began to shake. It was hard to breathe. He removed
himself slowly, once more. Even after withdrawing, her
body continued to shake. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"
She shook her head, but she couldn't seem to stop the
shaking. He gave a light laugh, and began again. "It's
always like this. It's why I need all night, sort of.
It takes a while just to get you ready." He went deeper
this time. She was still shaking, and he kept pushing
until she gave a slight wince, then withdrew, but not
all the way out this time. He pushed again and, seemed
to find a different path. Maybe her organs moved. It
felt better, and it felt new. She had never been
touched there. He began to withdraw. She decided to
distract herself from the shaking by doing some quick
math. Let's see, about 2" for just the head, and maybe
5" farther. Four to go. There was no way.
She felt him push again, gently yet firmly, well past
the point where Steven usually "hit." He had always
seemed like a perfect fit, and now. She could feel the
mass within her pull back again, then forward. She was
breathing heavily now, searching for oxygen, her
muscles throughout her body screaming due to the
tension. He was pushing again, and she saw stars. He
had found a place, somewhere, where he just fit. She
looked up to see him smile.
"There's always a way. Patience." He withdrew again,
then pushed back into her, finding the same place
twice. And again. Then faster. It felt like he was in
her abdomen. He was, she realized. His cock was where
his hand was earlier. It was as he picked up speed and
force that she began to feel his balls. She loved the
feel of a man's balls slapping against her sensitive
areas. With his cock so deep in her, it was like two
time zones of sensation.
He held her tightly, and somehow, managed to turn her
over, moving her leg across while still keeping part of
his cock inside her. Incredible. She was on her hands
and knees when he gave his next thrust. The sensation
caused her arms to collapse. His giant hands remained
on her hips, keeping her cunt in position for his next
thrust. And he had control. Her head was spinning. If
she had decided to count his strokes, it would have
been impossible.
Maybe she couldn't count that high, and she couldn't
keep a thought in her head anyway. He thrust into her
again, the length of his tool giving so much continuous
sensations. She started seeing colors through her
eyelids, dancing, swirling... sparking. Then she
started feeling warm inside. It took her a few moments
to realize he was cumming. It was so different. She
felt the twitching within her, but there weren't
streams of jism. There just wasn't enough room. It was
more of a flood, a hot one. He was just filling her up.
Finally, he withdrew. She rolled over to see his cock,
still massive, still stiff, coated with shiny fluids.
His balls still hung loosely. He had much more cum to
give her.
"Watch," he said. He inserted a finger into her cunt.
She didn't even feel him. "You're not watching."
She looked at his hand, and he reentered his finger. A
wave of cum oozed from her opening. It made her dizzy
thinking about it. He withdrew his finger so that only
his fingertip was in her. And just like that, he found
her sensitive spot, a slight ridge in her opening wall,
well before her g-spot. He rubbed at it, pressing
against the ridge along its length. She came hard. And
noisily.
While she was recovering her breath, he moved up her
body, squatting at the side of her head. He placed his
warm cock across her lips. She normally didn't like
sucking Steven's cock, at least beyond some playful
licks, but this... this was deserving. She slid her
mouth along its length, slowly, but still, it took so
long to reach the base. She was amazed at the texture
of his shaft, the different sizes of veins, some of
which were just huge.
Then she worked her way back up. She didn't know how he
managed to keep it so smooth, but it was like a treat.
She tried scraping his cock with her teeth. She
couldn't even fit the girth of his shaft between her
lips. And she tasted their juices that she picked up
along the way, but she didn't care. Maybe this was how
Steven. The shock of the thought stunned her, that it
could possibly turn him on. Steven! She had forgotten
that he was just a room away from this.
His balls. They were huge, and like the rest of him,
hairless. They were so low in his sac, she could grip
her full hand around it, making his balls swell as they
emerged at the bottom of her hand. She licked at them,
and began sucking on them, amazed at how smooth the
skin became around them. Henry shifted so that the tip
of his cock was at her mouth. "I can't," she said.
There was no way. She couldn't decently suck her
husband's cock without an unpleasant urge. Henry
nodded, and said, "Do what you can." So, she continued
to lick the head, finding it hard to believe it took so
long just to circle the head with her tongue, and
enjoying the velvety smoothness of it.
She stopped suddenly. "I want to sit on it."
Henry laughed. "Alright woman, but I haven't recovered
yet. It could be a long ride."
"Promise?" And she meant it.
He laid out on the bed and rolled onto his back. He
held his cock in position, a black tower. She thought
she had a vibrator by that name, and here was the real
thing. She had to squat from her feet. She couldn't
just sit on her knees and get him to fit. It blew her
mind. She lowered herself onto it, her hands on Henry's
chest for balance.
She watched his cock as she lowered herself, and she
was amazed to see the cum pour from her cunt as he
displaced it. She finally worked her way to the bottom,
where she sat in a wet pool of his cum. She shifted to
her knees, knowing that she would need his help to get
off later. Unreal. It made her feel very earthy, very
sexy, very... alive.
She decided to take a stroke, and raised up about six
inches before coming down hard. The feelings within her
were too powerful. She tried again. And lost her
breath. Again. She stopped herself. She might pass out.
So she grounded herself again and decided to grind on
top of him. That felt fine.
She felt his hands on her breasts, so she watched. He
stretched her areole with two fingers, pulling the skin
tight across her nipple. Then he leaned up and gave it
a flick with his tongue. It felt good. Ohhh, did it
feel good. He felt the rhythm that she had with her
cunt, and he was sending jolts at just the right time.
She closed her eyes. There was no dream to see anymore.
The dream was nothing to compare with the feeling that
she had within her. She opened her eyes, and saw his
black torso lying underneath her pale pubic area. It
was beautiful. And she could feel the hot stiffness of
his cock... all through her, so deep within her. And it
made her cum.
As she recovered, she saw him reach over to the phone
and dial. "Yeah. Hey, it ain't gonna work out. You go
on. Yeah, I know. I'll see you then."
Hayley was still convulsing slightly, but trying to
settle down and understand what he had been talking
about.
The concern on her face prompted an answer. "That was
Jack. He had rounded up some guys and wanted to set up
a gang bang." Hayley shivered involuntarily. She didn't
want anything to do with Jack, but she had sort of
expected a crowd, and... she was only momentarily
disappointed until the feeling of Henry within her
reminded her that she was fully satisfied. "I think he
wanted to be a roving cameraman. But I decided that I
want you just to myself."
Hayley grinned, and said, "Thank you. I want you, too,
Henry. I've never." She couldn't express herself.
"Few women have...?"
This time she understood the look on his face,
surprised he didn't know. She answered, "Hayley." She
could tell that he didn't trust that it was her real
name, but it didn't really matter.
She leaned over as best she could with his stiff cock
inside her. Her breasts were met by his gigantic hands
as she placed a kiss on his lips.
"Hey, I promised you a long ride." With that he wrapped
an arm around her and stood, easily lifting her with
him, still impaled on his shaft. She wrapped her arms
around his neck, catching site of her white body
against his chocolate chest in the mirror. He carried
her to the window, where he parted the curtains. He
leaned her against the glass, which was cool to her
back.
She hoped the window was secure, it was a long way
down. She held on tightly to his neck and shoulders. He
held her under her thighs, lifting her slightly,
spreading her, holding her in place. Then he started
fucking her. Being held off the floor so easily, the
sounds of the city behind her, the possibility that
someone could see her. She came many times in her long
ride. He came once, much later. Then the next ride
began.
***
Steven was frustrated. He couldn't sleep. It had been
over three hours. He had put a glass against the wall
and couldn't hear any sounds from the next room. He
stayed by the door for the longest time, to see if
anyone came or left. Nothing. Just quiet. He thought he
could handle it better if just knew what they were
doing. His imagination was making it all the worse. He
knew his wife was getting fucked. He just had a great
need to know who. How many? Were they being kind? Were
they being rough? He couldn't wait any longer.
He closed his room door quietly, then inserted his key
and reopened it. Good. There was hardly a noise. He
went to 913 and inserted the key for their room. He
turned the handle, peered inside, saw no one, and
entered. He carefully shut the door behind him. He
didn't see anyone. He moved forward, and very carefully
peeked around the corner. No one. It was den furniture.
A suite. He saw the connecting door ahead, which was
shut. He moved closer, and listened through the door.
He heard Hayley giggle, then a deep voice. They were
talking, or playing, or he didn't know what. And he
couldn't possibly open the door without being noticed.
He heard her squeal. Were they tickling? He heard what
he thought was a, "I'll shut you up," followed by what
he knew to be one of Hayley's grunts. The kind she made
when a cock entered her. This wasn't helping.
He didn't particularly like that she was having a good
time; he had expected that he would somehow save her
from a terrible situation. He listened longer, just to
make sure. Yes, she was getting fucked. And it went on.
And on. It sounded like she had orgasmed at least three
times, minutes apart each. He couldn't take it anymore.
Back in his room, Steven laid on the bed, looking out
at the night sky which shone through the window. He
played with himself casually. He wanted to cum, but he
just felt guilty, dirty.
It was a night to remember. They slept a few hours,
then the light entering the room woke Henry. And then
he woke her as he ever so gently tried to probe her
cunt with his cock. Hayley was exhausted, but she was
ready for one more ride. But she made him wait. Her
bladder was full. And her cunt, too, as it would turn
out. Some of Henry's cum leaked, but she decided not to
clean herself up since he was about to fuck her again.
Or was it that she was going to fuck him again? It had
been a night of surprises. She hurried back.
When she returned, she found Henry stroking his cock.
It was another memory to keep. His cock reached about
four inches above his belly button. She would have to
see Steven do that and compare, not that she would tell
him.
She found that their last go didn't start as a
comfortable ride. She was very sore, but as he picked
up the pace, her passion overruled the discomfort.
Surprisingly, Henry came rather quickly, but she was
amazed to feel yet more cum fill within her. Steven
would have been empty long ago.
He withdrew and petted her nicely as she regained her
composure. She asked him to sit up in the bed, then she
rolled over onto her stomach and placed both hands at
her clit. She stared at the black tower, still erect at
his crotch, remembering the feel of it, and she quickly
brought herself to orgasm.
Henry stood and went into the closet, returning dressed
in a suit and holding a small bag. "Just so you know,
I'm going to buy Jack's company. You've been a great
pleasure, but I'm actually sorry to say that you were
part of the deal. He had a few conditions attached. One
of them was these two video cameras. I'm keeping one,
he's taking the other. But you'll know where I'll be.
If you ever want a copy, just let me know."
"He'll blackmail you, like he's been blackmailing me."
"Nah, I'm not married, and I'm new to the area. I'll
handle it if he does. But listen, I've always had a
fantasy of riding in a limousine around town, a naked
white chick in the backseat and more than a little sex.
If you ever want to make it happen, look me up. Your
husband can come along, too. To watch, that is. Tell
you what, you do the limo ride, I'll give you the
video. I won't make any copies." It was a tempting
proposition.
He opened the bag, spilling the contents on the bed.
Hayley felt a wave of anxiety replace what had been a
wonderful afterglow. He pulled the bedcovers off the
bed, which were already hanging on the sides. "This is
one of those terms." Hayley tried to relax as he
restrained her arms and legs. "I think this was so you
don't beat him up when he gets here."
"Jack's coming?"
"Yes, in about 5 minutes. Say, can I keep this?"
He was holding the g-string. "Sure, hang it in your
office so I can see it when I stop by." She gave him a
wink. "And Henry?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for last night. I was really scared about what
could have happened."
"Ah. Thank you, Hayley. Thank you." And he left.
Like clockwork, Jack entered minutes later. "Well, look
at you."
Hayley hadn't really had the chance. There was dried
cum on her breasts and stomach. She could feel
something dried and crinkly on her neck and between her
legs, plus the full feeling she had of the warm cum
inside her.
"Well, it was one guy, but it looks like you fucked an
army!" She didn't rise to his bait. He tested the knots
that Henry had tied, then reached in his pockets and
pulled out a small metal key. "Steven is going to need
this." He looked at her cunt. "Well, it's a good thing
I came prepared." He pulled out a toothbrush and placed
the key ring in the bristles. Then he approached her
cunt.
"What are you doing?"
"Like I said, Steven will need the key, so I'm putting
it where he can find it."
Hayley's head sunk back into the pillow, and she let
out a large breath. Poor Steven.
He inserted the toothbrush into her cunt. She assumed
that she must be stretched still because she hardly
felt it. She saw him turn the toothbrush and give it a
shake, and she felt the key settle inside her.
He pulled the toothbrush out and made an unpleasant
face. "Damn! I've never seen so much cum." She saw some
ooze from the toothbrush, and could feel some dripping
from her cunt. "I hate to waste so much, though." He
flung the toothbrush at her cunt, so the cum hanging
from it struck the inside of her thigh.
He then took off his pants and underwear, sporting what
was, for him, a large erection. Her scales had changed,
she realized. "Surely you're not going to fuck me?" she
asked.
"I wouldn't think of it." He began stroking himself,
and grinning as he did so. "A little more for that
honey pot of yours, you know. Now he can eat cum from
two people at the same time. If Henry hadn't changed
the plan, it would have been from five guys. But this
will do." He stroked himself very fast, and pointed his
cock at her pussy just as he ejaculated. A few spurts
of cum, then some drops. "There, that looks better. I
can hardly see your pussy through all that. Hey, and
Steven should be here any minute."
He bent over to pick up his clothes, a short grimace of
pain as he straightened. Please, thought Hayley.
Jack left the bedroom and went to the other side,
apparently waiting by the door for Steven. She heard
him enter, and looked at the clock. 8:55. She was glad
he didn't wait. She was ready to be done with this.
It took a few moments before Steven appeared in the
door. Jack had apparently made him strip first. "Are
you okay?" She could see that he hadn't slept much, but
then, neither had she.
"Yeah, honey. I'm fine. I'll tell you later, but I'm
fine." Jack followed him in.
"Good, alright, we're reacquainted. Steven, I want you
to get between her legs and cum on her cunt." Jack got
his camera, ready to take pictures.
Hayley watched as Steven started stroking himself, but
he looked too tense to do what he had to do. "I'm okay,
really. Go ahead, I want to see you finish." It was her
pet word she used with him.
It took him a few uncomfortable minutes, obviously
affected by Jack watching, before he came. Hayley was
pleased to see that he shot more than Jack, but she was
surprised he didn't empty himself during the night.
"Good. Good. All right, Steven, put your hands behind
your back." Steven looked worried, but Hayley knew what
Jack was going to do. She couldn't see it, but she
heard the handcuffs click into place.
"All right, let's see." He pushed Steven forward, so
that his face landed between Hayley's thighs. "I want
one more picture, then I'm gone. Steven, take one good
lick at that slut's pussy, and I want you to hold your
tongue out so I can see all the cum you lick up."
Hayley heard Steven sigh, then he moved enough so that
he could do what Jack wanted. He looked her in the
eyes, and she shrugged her shoulders and gave him a
wink. Then he lowered his face to her slit. She
couldn't see how much cum was on his tongue when Jack
took the picture. Then Jack said, in an unbelieving
tone, "swallow it."
Steven lifted slightly, so she could see lots... and he
did.
Jack just shook his head. "Alright. Steven, I'll leave
your clothes on the front porch. Hayley, you tell him
about the next step. I'll put the 'do not disturb' sign
on the door." Then he left.
She hoped he put the right sign out, not the "send in
the maid" sign. It would take over an hour before
Steven found the key, and another 20 minutes before he
could maneuver it out of her cunt. While he worked at
it, she told him about the night, and by the time he
had retrieved the key, they were laughing, of all
things, somehow.
Hayley found her passkey, went to the next room, and
changed. She drove home, got a change of clothes for
Steven, and returned to the hotel. On the way home, she
went to a drive through for a burger. Steven wasn't
hungry.
***
She and Steven checked the website regularly, and Jack
was quick about updating the site. The video was
converted to still shots, showing Henry's gigantic cock
making its way into her.
Steven's head dropped. "You? That?"
"Yeah, I told you he was big."
"It fit?"
Hayley grinned and pointed to the picture of her
sitting on top of Henry, nestled on the base of his
cock.
Steven threw up his hand in exasperation. "I can't
compete with that!"
Hayley saw that he need a little reassurance, and
rubbed his crotch.
"Honey, you don't have to."
***
It was three days later when the phone rang. "Hi, I was
checking my appointments today, and I thought you
should know I'm receiving a new patient."
The voice, and its purpose, were unmistakable. "Thanks,
doc."
"Ah, if things work out, I hope you'll return the
favor, as we discussed."
Hayley assured him that she would. Then she called
Steven to tell him the good news, and the bargain that
had accompanied it.
***
It was late that night when Jack knocked on the door.
"Hi, sorry to bother you. I wanted to give you this. I
don't remember what all is in here, but I know it's
yours. I think you left it at our house."
"Thanks, Jack," said Steven. "We appreciate it. Good
night, now."
Jack left, and Steven opened the box. They were amazed
at the number of diskettes, CD's and videotapes that
Jack had collected. If the doctor was right, then this
was everything. They had to trust that the computer was
wiped clean. They had checked the website earlier. It
was blank.
The doctor had suggested Jack's punishment. For the
next six months, Jack would have a little problem
whenever he saw an attractive female. He would pee in
his pants. But Jack would believe that chiropractic
would help solve the problem. It wouldn't, but the
chiropractor would cure him at a later time, when they
were sure that everything that could be used to
blackmail was either recovered or destroyed. Unless the
doctor had his own designs, then it appeared likely
that it was over. And they were about certain that the
doctor was trustworthy.
It was worth a celebration. They went out to dinner
that night. Evening dress. Suit and tie. And underwear.
The evening ended with a long snuggle on the couch,
with candles and light jazz.
Sandy asked, "How did you know about this trail?" It
wasn't much of a trail, probably made from animals
going to the water, but it was marked with red pieces
of tape every 100 yards or so.
"Well, the property belongs to my chiropractor. He
asked about my exercising, which helps my back, and he
suggested I hike out here, if I was interested. He and
his wife hope to build on the property someday,
although the commute would be difficult." It was full
of half-truths, but it would do.
"Well, it's beautiful here. How many acres?"
"I don't know. I think a couple of hundred, but it
seems like more than that since it borders the National
Forest. He said there's a small waterfall, too." Sandy
didn't know it, but that was the reason she was here.
She wanted to make sure she could find the waterfall
later with Steven.
At last they came to it. The waterfall was narrow, with
a drop of about 15', but it landed in a large pool,
perfect for swimming.
It was Sandy's thought, too. "Oooh. If I were here with
my husband, we might go for a skinny dip. Look, there's
no trash around. That means that this is relatively
undiscovered."
It was no surprise to Hayley that Sandy's thoughts were
somewhat randy. They had talked about "the box" on the
trip, and Sandy wanted a reciprocal favor. Hayley had
remembered what had transpired, and she couldn't help
but fire back, "Sure, but do I get to watch too?"
Sandy's face turned red. Hayley didn't really mind,
though. All things considered, lately, Sandy's
voyeurism didn't even register as an issue.
They slipped off their shoes and socks, and waded in.
In felt good after the hike, despite the cold
temperature typical of mountain water. The hike had
been about three miles, starting in the Park, but the
doctor had given good directions on how to navigate to
his property. It certainly wouldn't occur to anyone on
the public trail.
The stones in the pool were smooth, but there were
enough of them packed in that they weren't slippery.
Aside from a few jutting pieces of larger rocks, it was
almost like it was planned. Hayley looked at the rocks
overhead. It would be over to the right from here, he
had said. There. A large piece of rock with a flat
surface, sloped gently towards the pool.
Sandy followed her eyes, and said, "And that looks like
the perfect place to dry off!" There was a break in the
trees that let the sun shine on a good portion of it,
for several hours each day, Hayley guessed. To one side
the hill rose with a high cover, but little underbrush.
To the other, where they had hiked, there were lots of
smaller trees and bushes. It was pretty dense. She knew
that the doctor had invested some time and energy here,
clearing out his view on the one side.
Sandy went ahead of her, climbing to the rock. "This is
awesome! Look there." She pointed. It was the initials
of two people scratched into the rock, with male and
female symbols beside each. "I can guess what they
did." Hayley could, too. Sandy paused. "Do you think it
would be okay if I came back later?"
Hayley knew what she meant, but she couldn't really
say. It wasn't her property, and the doctor's house was
on the other side of the hill. But Sandy didn't know
that. "Sure. I don't think he would have a problem with
it. As a matter of fact, I think I'll come back with
Steven, maybe tomorrow. So maybe you should wait until
the next day, at least."
"Okay, but you know me, I might come and watch. Just
kidding!"
They both laughed. Hayley said, under her breath, "I
don't care."
There was a pause. "Really?" What? She didn't realize
she had spoken out loud. Did it matter? No, not really.
They had known each other long enough. She could trust
her, although trust was becoming harder to place these
days. But, no, it was just the creeps who had abused
her.
"What, you want to?" Sandy didn't answer, but just
looked at her, hopeful. "If you really want to, sure.
But, no cameras."
"Awwww."
"Hey, if you want a camera, I'll bring one and take
pictures of you!" Hayley meant it as a joke, but Sandy
looked like she was considering the idea.
By the time they had reached home, Sandy had pried from
Hayley that she and Steven would leave around 11:00 in
the morning.
***
It was about 1:30 when Steven and Hayley reached the
little pool. Hayley didn't waste any time, stripping
her clothes and entering the pool. Steven followed and
met her for a shivering embrace. Although they had been
through some of the wildest experiences, they had never
had an opportunity for this simple one. A skinny dip.
So they splashed, and played, grabbing at each other.
Steven knew that the doctor and his wife were watching,
from somewhere on the hill, and that he and Hayley were
apparently one of a small number of couples that had
been invited here.
And for the kindness that the doctor had shown them, he
didn't worry about being watched. And neither did
Hayley. It was great fun, and he hoped the doctor's
wife got a thrill from it. Steven couldn't imagine what
married life would be like if he were impotent, but he
had to congratulate the doctor for finding ways to keep
his wife's sexual needs met. Let them watch.
They were both beginning to get really cold, and they
decided to climb up to the rock to sun themselves,
taking a heavy bedspread with them. It was the perfect
afternoon and the perfect setting, and he was with the
perfect mate for making love.
Hayley's thoughts turned inward as she climbed the rock
with Steven. She had changed. She had experienced more,
sexually, than she ever could have dreamed. And with
the nightmare over, she was surprised that there was
sadness. Would she ever feel randy again? A
spontaneity? She realized that those were the things
that Steven had desired from her, and that Dr. Gilliam
indirectly fulfilled. Would he still feel that way?
She hoped so. And her problem was the reverse. Her
thoughts had been too focused on reliving the night
with Henry, the night at the doctor's house, and the
elevator scene, of all things. But she saw the danger
in fantasizing about that, but at the same time, she
desired a middle ground. Would Steven eat his cum from
her cunt anymore? Would he today? Would Sandy be
shocked if he did, if she were out there? Could she
ever feel him thrust into her without thinking about
taking a limo ride?
They laid down on the comforter, and she closed her
eyes, enjoying the feeling of the sun warming her body.
She was aware of his kisses on her hand, and then her
arm, and then her shoulder. This wasn't so bad. Steven
began pushing all the right buttons, kisses on the
neck, a breath in the ear, a lick. But it wasn't until
he entered her that it all seemed to fit together. Only
Steven knew what she liked, and it was only Steven that
could look into her eyes as he made love to her and
make her heart melt. Steven would always be enough.
They cuddled together, naked in the sun, hands on each
other's bodies, heart rates gradually returning to
normal. Steven whispered into her ear, "Now that we've
made love, I thought you should know."
"What?"
"I brought body paint."
She laughed. Forget the fantasy. Forget the memories.
Well, maybe not. But Steven wasn't just enough, he was
all she needed.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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