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Subject: REPOST:My Neighbor's Sex Slave (5 of 5)
Date: Sun, 20 Aug 1995 08:29:18 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 shocked and anxiously looked towards the stairs to my bedroom. 
Looking into your eyes I meekly replied, "Please, you must leave.  I have
never been unfaithful to my husband."

   You were angry and not accustomed to receiving "no" for an answer.

   "Remove your blouse.  Don't make me tell you again.  If I can sit on
your sofa and finger you, I can see your breasts."

   Lowering my eyes, I slowly unbuttoned the three buttons holding the tied
blouse together.  Still looking to the floor I untied the tails of the
blouse and quietly let it fall to the floor.

   You sensed your control and lost no time in giving your next command,
"Lose the shorts."

   Totally submissive now, I unbuttoned the top button and unzipped the
tight shorts and let them fall to the floor.  Modestly I returned my gaze
to the floor.  No man other than my husband had ever seen me naked.  I was
a virgin when Al and I were married 20 years ago, and I've been with him
ever since.

   Your next words were, "Spread yourself for me."

   Obediently I spread my long tanned legs, but I just couldn't look you in
the eye ...  my mind raced, 'Where was I, what was she doing, would my
husband see?' .....  I couldn't think straight.

   Amused, you lowered your right index finger and rubbed the tip against
the wet folds of my little pussy.  You coated your finger with the cream
that oozed from my well lubricated pussy ...  then you smiled as you
brought the finger covered with my juices to my lips to clean.

   "Only a true slut would be standing naked in front of a man she barely
knew," you said, mocking me.  "Are you a slut ?"

   Searching for words, for a justification of my situation I meekly
sobbed, "I am a slut."

   "Do you fuck your husband ....  slut?" you asked.  .

   "Yes," was your reply.

   "From now on the only cock you will allow in your holes will be mine,"
then the shocker, "and any men I chose to let fuck your slut body," you
said.

   Although humiliated, I looked up and asked, "Will you fuck me now?"

   Amused at my subservience you answer was, "You've not earned it.  I
don't have class until noon tomorrow.  After Al goes to work you'll come to
my house.  You and I both know that you'll come ...  you need young cock,
you're a submissive slut and you just plain have to come, isn't that right,
Mrs.  Anderson ?"

   Trying to regain just a bit of self-respect and decency I remained
silent.

   "Not talking Mrs.  Anderson?  O.K.., have it your way, but just realize,
if I walk out your door now, like this, that you'll never have my cock. 
You'll be worse than a slut .....  you'll still be a slut, only a very, and
I mean very frustrated one," you said, getting up and walking towards the
door.  Just as your hand began turning the doorknob I heard myself say, in
a low voice, "I'll be there ...".

   "What?  I couldn't hear what you said."

   In a louder voice I said, "I'll be there."

   With a serious look you replied, "You'll be where, and you'll be there
because ?  And be specific, you whore.  If I don't completely understand
the specifics of what you're saying, and what you're implying, then, I'm
outta here now, and forever."

   Collecting all my courage, it rolled, "I'll come to your house in the
morning after my husband leaves for work.  I'll be there because I want, no
I need you, to fuck me." I looked at you for your reaction, hoping that I'd
said it correctly.

   "Well, alright.  Never let it be said that I wasn't willing to help a
housewife in need .....", and you opened the door.  Just before you closed
the door you turned back to me and said, "Remember, you're a slut.  Dress
appropriately.  If you look hot enough I may fuck you ...  if you aren't
dressed like a whore then I'll shove your ass out my front door ....  and
if I'm in a bad mood you might be bare assed naked when I do it.  That'd
give the neighbors a little something to talk about, now wouldn't it."

   You turned and walked home leaving me standing naked in my living room,
breathing heavily, a streak of wetness slowly making its way down one of my
long tanned legs.

   The next morning I woke and went through the same morning ritual that I
have for the last 20 years.  After I put on my makeup I pulled on my robe
and headed downstairs to see my husband off to work.  I found him in the
kitchen.  As I leaned over to kiss him goodbye and straightened his tie, I
noticed him looking at my face with a questioning look

   It was the extra makeup.  I thought for a minute that he was going to
ask,.  but then he looked at his watch, gave me a pat on the butt and was
out the door.

   Good thing he didn't ask, I don't know what I'd have said.  I didn't
have a ready excuse for the extra heavy amount of make up I was wearing so
early in the morning.  After a light breakfast I went to my room and began
looking through my closet.

   I chose an outfit that Al bought me for our 20th anniversary fantasy get
away weekend ...  our 20th was 3 weeks away.  Sitting on the bed I pulled
on sheer black seamed hose; carefully hooking the tops to the garter
clasps. I pushed my breasts together with a wonder bra and stood to check
it out in the mirror.

   For a lady of 40 years old I could still turn a man's eye, even a young
man of 26, I thought with a hot rush.  The next stop at the closet brought
a short black mini-skirt ...  short but very loose on the bottom....  Al
called it a little flippy skirt.  He bought it for me because he said it'd
be easy to pull up the bottom and tuck it in the waistband for a quick
standup fuck ....  as I looked in the mirror I wondered if that was how is
would happen this morning.  I buttoned up a white silk blouse and carefully
tucked it into the little skirt.

   Finally, I opened the shoebox and pulled out a pair of three inch high
heels.  They were suede black leather.  There really wasn't much to them. 6
strips of leather crisscrossed the front, and a single strap around the
heel, and a single strap with a tiny silver buckle went around my ankles. I
rarely wore heels, and never any this high.

   As I stood, a little unsure of my balance, I again looked in the mirror.
I understood why Al bought the shoes.  Perched on the high heels, my legs
looked longer and sleeker, my ass looked firmer and rounder, and my posture
forced me to stand more erect, my breasts jutting forward (the wonder bra
didn't hurt either).

   After brushing my hair and checking my makeup, I was ready ..... 
catching my reflection in the mirror a final time, I smile at the finished
product before me ...  I smiled subtly.

   "Yes, Mrs.  Anderson, you've dressed appropriately," I said to the woman
in the mirror.

   As I opened my front door I got a sudden fear ...  my conscience
reminded her that I was a married woman; married and faithful for almost
twenty years.  Thoughts of the previous night, and your cock, put my
marriage out of my mind.  I walked out the front door and turned towards
your house ....  I was relieved that none of our neighbors were out and saw
me in my slutty outfit.

   Softly I knocked on your door, nervously looked around the sleepy
neighborhood.  Becoming anxious, I stopped knocking and twisted the gold
door knob and let myself in.  I saw you leisurely lounging on the sofa. 
You turned towards me and began sizing up what you saw.  Your beautiful
nine inch cock started hardening.  You realized that you resist arousal for
a while longer to completely mold me , the sexy and eager housewife
presented before you, into your own prize sex toy.

   "I see that you have dressed like a little whore.  Do you dress like a
tramp every morning Mrs.  Anderson ?"

   "This is the first time," I replied.

   "Tell me what your husband would think of his wife if he could see her?"
you asked.

   Trembling a little, I quietly said, "I'm not sure, he trusts me."

   "When I make you mine I will mark you.  Everyone will know that you are
my little whore.  Does that worry you ?" you asked bluntly.

   At the thought of being marked as your whore I could feel the
temperature between my legs rise and the folds of my pussy lubricate.  I
felt the wetness, felt it creep down the top of my long legs, sliding
slowly down, down towards the top of my stockings as I stood before you,
speechless.

   I was quite a sight, a 40 year old happily married housewife, standing,
trembling slightly as if in heat, dressed like a whore in front of a much
younger man I barely knew.  Before a man who had just told me that he was
going to mark me as his whore for the world to see.

   I realized that I needed to fuck you more than I've ever needed anything
in my life .....  I knew that I'd irrevocably passed the point of no
return.

   "Unbutton your blouse," came your simple order.

   My fingers went immediately to the pearly white buttons and one by one
released their hold.  When the buttons were undone I pulled open the front,
exposing my lacy wonder bra.  My nipples were peaking out above the top
.... instinctively I wet my red lips with my tongue.

   "Remove your blouse."

   I pulled it from the waist band of my little flippy skirt and let it
fall uselessly to the floor.

   You rose and walked to me ....  reaching out to caress my hard nipples.
When you pinched hard I let out a small gasp, but remained completely still
and obedient.

   As you continued your manipulation of my breasts the doorbell broke the
silence, catching me completely surprise.  You returned to the sofa and
gave your next order; "Well slut, show my guest in."

   Shelly was really getting into her fantasy ....  her breathing was
labored, her face was flushed a bright red, her forehead glistened with
sweat, and her eyes never left me.  It was obvious that she was building to
a huge climax and was almost there.

   "Shelly ", I said ....  no response ....  she just continued the fevered
pace of her fingers, sticky with the cream that oozed from her slit. 
"SHELLY !" I said, loud enough to break her concentration.  "Do you want to
stop now ?" I teased.

   "No, I'm so close ....  I'm close, I'm close, I'm close", she moaned.

   "Mrs.  Anderson, you mean that I've given you the opportunity to stop
and leave, and you refuse.  You want to continue finger fucking yourself in
front of me ?" I taunted.

   "Yes ....  Yes ...  YYYEEESSS !" she hissed back, continuing to build.

   I walked to my old Camcorder ...  the one I'd already shown her, stuck a
tape in and walked directly in front of her and hit Record.  "Mrs. 
Anderson, I'm recording you again ....  you like it don't you ....".  There
was no response, so I went on, "Shelly, if you don't answer me I'm going to
grab your hand, make you stop what you're doing, and throw you out .... 
now ANSWER me !" "Yes", she moaned again ...  this time for the camera.

   "Yes what, you slut", I pushed.  "And remember, I'll stop you ....  and
you know I can." "Yes, I'm a slut ...  and yes, I want you to ...  OOOHHH,
OOHHHH, here it is, OH, here it ....COMESSSS, Oh my god, OHHHHH AAHHH ....
YES, TAPE ME, GET ME, TAKE ME ....  OHHHH YEEESSS"

   Shelly continued moaning and groaning for a full two minutes.  I could
see her cunt muscles squeezing and contracting around her probing fingers
the entire time.  As she started to come down from her sexual high, I
firmly said to her, " Shelly, you want more than your fantasy don't you? 
You want it to be real, you want to be mine ....  you know it, I know it,
and pretty soon the world will know it.  Isn't that right .....  and
remember, when you answer that I'm taping you, your words and expressions
are being captured on tape."

   "No ...  no, not really ...", she looked down ...  saw her hand wedged
between her legs and knew.  She knew she was a slut, my slut, and finally
admitted it to herself, "You're right, I'm a cheap slut, and I crave it ...
raunchy sex, the embarrassment of it all...  I need it, I want it and have
for so long."

   The words were rolling from her lips (and onto tape), in fact I was
amazed at how quickly she came around and how badly she really felt the
need.

   "Will you fuck me now ?", she asked quietly and politely.  When I didn't
respond, she asked again, "Dave, will you please fuck me now?  I need your
big cock in me.  My fingers were good, but my horny puss feels so empty. 
Please put your cock in me, put it in deep, deeper than any man's been in
me before ....  please."

   How could I refuse such a plea.  "Turn around and face away from me ...
I won't be fucking you face to face until you've earned it", I ordered.

   She turned away from me and waited.  "Remember the recorder is still
going, I'm getting this all on tape ...  that's fine with you isn't it? ...
Oh, and state your name full name for the camera and ask for what you
want."

   "I'm Shelly Anderson, and I need you to fuck me Dave .....  please,
please put it in.", she whimpered.

   "Bend over and put your elbows on the floor, lay your head down, and
arch your back and present me your ass."

   As she subserviently complied I knelt behind her, took my member in my
right hand and guided it home.

   As I began a slow steady fuck I gave Shelly a few of the key rules by
which her new life would be lived.  More would come later.

   "You've become my submissive slut; you will obey me at all times.  When
I call, you come.  You'll have sex in any fashion I choose; you will dress
as I prescribe; your primary concern will be my satisfaction.  You'll fuck
your husband only when you ask for and receive my permission.  "Except as
I've said, you'll continue with Al as in the past, I have no interest in
taking a whore like you as a wife, and I have no intention of supporting
you ....  that's between you and Al.  I'll let you keep your new life a
secret from your husband for a while ....  but eventually he'll know, I'll
make sure of it.  As in your fantasy, I will mark you in the near future
....  I've not decided the manner, but rest assured, I always mark my
property."

   After my little speech we were both approaching orgasm ....  the squishy
sounds of my big cock plowing her pussy from behind, and the slap of my
balls against her ass were driving me closer, but I held off until Shell
couldn't control it any longer.  Within 30 seconds after her release, I
pulled my cock out, laid it on the top of her ass, and shot a big creamy
load on her back, with a few shots of my cum stretching to her neck and
hair.

   "You're a pretty good fuck Shelly ....  now get dressed and get your ass
home, I'll call you tomorrow ...  you'll be ready, won't you?", I said,
looking directly into her eyes with my most serious look.
   "I'll be ready", was her soft reply.