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Subject: REPOST:My Neighbor's Sex Slave (3 of 5)
Date: Sun, 20 Aug 1995 07:23:19 UTC
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   MY NEIGHBOR'S SEX SLAVE, MY WIFE

   CHAPTER 3 - IN THE BEGINNING

   (Sub-title - The Taking of Shelly)

   I was a little nervous when I knocked on her door, still a little afraid
of a confrontation.  Sandy opened the door and let me in.  The apartment
was spotless and smelled wonderful, a musky scent in the air.  Sandy
looked, well frankly, pretty good for her even though she was wearing her
infamous fuzzy robe.  Her body's not too bad, it's her face and hair that
are usually a bit "mousy".

   Tonight though she wasn't bad.  She had gotten her hair done and it was
obvious that she was wearing alot more makeup than usual.  In fact, with
the make up and hairdo, she was alot more attractive.  She smile and asked
me in.  She brought me a glass of wine and asked me to have a final drink
with her ...  sensing that she hadn't really changed, and that this was a
"trap", I got up and started for the door.

   She started to whimper and said, "Dave .....  Dave, please wait." I
turned and gave her as tough a look as I could muster.  She said, "Dave,
I'm sorry, I know I'm driving you crazy, it's just that ...  well, ....  I
miss the sex.  I really need your cock.  It's not that I just want a fuck
now and then, I really need you ....  I think I'm addicted to your cock,
well, at least that's how it feels."

   I was taken aback by her frank confession.  While I was intrigued with
the possibilities, I knew I'd just be asking for trouble, so I just turned
back towards the door, ready to walk out of her life forever.

   "Dave !, please", she called.  As I turned around, ready to tell her to
fuck off and leave me alone, she cast her eyes to the ground, loosened the
belt of her robe, and let it drop to the floor.  She stood before me in a
stunning little slut outfit.  She wore a matching set of lingerie ...  a
half bra that pushed her ample tits up as if on a shelf, but that left her
big nipples uncovered and available, black thong panties, a delicate black
garterbelt, sheer black stockings with wide lacy tops, and strappy black
"fuck me" pumps with 4" heels.

   I was speechless.  I'd been fucking her for 2 months and had seen her
naked countless times, but never like this.  She had never "dressed to
please", in fact I suggested once that she wear a little teddy and she
about had a fit, so I dropped the subject.

   Her head still down, she said," Dave, I'm begging.  I'll do anything you
want, any time you want, I'll dress however you like, and you can have me
in any way that pleases you ......".  She choked back a little sob and
continued, "and, well ...  if you still want to date girls your own age,
it's your decision.  I won't try to be your girlfriend, I just want you to
fuck me, and fuck me regularly.  I'm willing to do anything you want if I
can just have that from you."

   I was truly stunned and didn't really know what to say.  I just looked
at her for a full two minutes trying to figure out what to do.  She started
to squirm a little ...  wanting me to react.

   I found her submission to be a huge rush, and finally said, "O.K.  you
slut, I'll give you what you want, but it'll be on my terms."

   I walked over to her, reached down and roughly grabbed her slutty mound.
As I held her pussy tightly in my hand and felt the stick juice flowing
from it, I said to her in a low voice, "From now on this pussy is mine, not
yours, and I'll do with it what I please, " grabbing her nipples between my
thumb and forefinger and pinching down, she winced as I said, "These big
cow tits are mine, and I'll do what I please with them, in fact, this
entire slut body of yours is mine to do with as I please .....agreed ?" She
didn't answer, so I pinched her big nipples harder and said, "AGREED?"

   "Yes .....  yeeeesssss, I agree", she whimpered.

   I walked behind her and reached to her front, mauling her jugs and
sloppy cunt until her breathing was heavy and her skin glowed red, flushed
with the rush of sexual stimulation to the brink of release.  I moved my
mouth to her ear and began talking to her while at the same time finger
fucking her hot hole.

   "Sandy, you've always wanted to be a slut haven't you ...  I'm going to
put you through the paces, you'll do things that you've never had the guts
to even fantasize about ....  you'll be the cheap whore that you've always
wanted to be.  Who knows, maybe I'll rent you out to the basketball team,
they're always looking for cheap pussy."

   She couldn't take it any longer, the humiliation was too much for her
and her squishy pussy convulsed on my fingers, squeezing like a vise as it
came.

   Abruptly I let go of Sandy and she lowered herself to one knee, catching
her breath ....  "That was so good!  You're right, I love the thought of
being your slut.  I've fantasized about it, I need it, and I promise you,
I'll be a good whore."

   To make a point, I turned and walked to the door, turned back and said,
"I'll be here tomorrow night at eight ...  be ready for me.  And don't be
wearing any of the dainty virgin clothes like you have on now ....  I want
you to look like the slut you are.  Wear more makeup as well.  If you're
going to be a slut, you better look like one."

   I left her sitting kneeling on the floor, watching me leave ...  I'm
sure she was trying to figure out how she could possibly look sluttier than
she did at that moment.  Needless to say, when I showed up the next day,
she had outdone herself ....  and over the next 6 months my use of her and
her acceptance of my dominance grew.

   She was a superb slut, who reveled in submission and humiliation.  When
I left for college that fall I gave her to a friend a couple years younger
...  it satisfied her need for raunchy, humiliating sex and it got me out
of her life without a scene.

   I've had several unfulfilling relation ships with women my own age over
the last 7 years, but none satisfied my need to completely dominate an
older woman ....  the need and desire that Sandy had planted years ago.

   When I first met Shelly it was about a week after I moved in.  She and
her husband stopped over to drop of a small "welcome to the neighborhood"
gift and to introduce themselves.  From the moment I first laid eyes on
Shelly I knew she was going to be the one.  She was 10 - 15 years older,
but still in great shape, a few wrinkles and a few gray hairs, but a pretty
face and a nice body.  She isn't what you say is a beautiful woman, or a
knockout, but she is attractive, desirable, and sexy.  I didn't know how,
but I resolved then and there that someday, somehow, she'd be on her knees
asking for permission to suck my big cock.

   Over the next several weeks I had a sneaking suspicion that I was being
watched ....  it's one of those things, you don't know how you know, but
you do.  I was sure that she was watching me around my pool.  School hadn't
started yet and I had alot of free time to lounge around and work on my
tan.

   I started fantasizing about Shell ....  the nasty things I'd make her do
when I took control of her mind and body.  My imagination went our of
control ....  she was pretty, but I'd make her better, I'd have her
exercise, change her hair style, maybe even her hair color, I'd change the
way she dressed, and maybe I'd order her to undergo breast enlargement. 
Sandy was about a 40C and I thought that was a perfect size ....  yea,
that's what I'd do, the housewife next door would be my sex slut and I'd do
whatever I wanted with her.

   After several more weeks of being watched (by now I was carefully
watching her watch me ...  I think she masturbated while watching me, but I
can't be sure) my big opportunity finally came -- quite by accident.

   I blew a circuit breaker in the basement and needed to borrow a
flashlight to go down and flip it on.  I walked across my backyard and
through the gate in the fence that goes around my pool and separates my
house from the Anderson's.  I walked up to the screen door off their
kitchen, and just before I knocked I saw her.

   Shelly was sitting back in a kitchen chair, her running shorts and
panties at her knees, her legs spread, wildly frigging her pussy.  The dark
patch of hair glistened with the sticky juice that oozed from her, her eyes
were closed ....  she was in deep concentration.

   I almost jumped out of my shoes when I heard her say out loud and in a
pretty loud voice, "Yes, Dave, yes sir, yes Master my pussy is yours.... 
yes Master, whatever you say ....  you want my ass ...  yes sir, I'm
wiggling it for them ....  Oh, please ...  Dave, I mean, Master, please let
me suck your cock while he fucks my ass .....  oh, thank you sir I'll be a
good cocksucker, I promise".  I about creamed in my pants ....  she was
fantasizing about me, she was a closet slut, and she not only fantasized
about fucking me, she fantasized about being a little submissive slut.

   I realized that I'd hit the jackpot!  She was going to be mine, but I
still had to play the hand correctly ....

   I didn't want to blow the opportunity.  I stood there for another 5
minutes watching her fuck herself to a huge climax ...  the whole time she
continued to carry out a phantom conversation with me ...  her fantasy
master.

   I had decided not to confront her at the moment, but to think it through
and plot out my next move.  Just as I was ready to turn and sneak away, I
bumped the door ever so slightly, but it was enough.  Shelly's eyes opened
with a start and she stared directly into my eyes.

   I held her stare without expression for a full two minutes or so.  Then
I turned, and walked back to my house.  The act of leaving her sitting
there with her fingers still in her cunt, with her legs spread, the juice
matted to her hairy mount ....  well, I knew leaving her without a word
would prolong the situation and force her to address it with me.