During the day as I was working I gradually drew some personal history from him and it became more and more interesting. While we were having afternoon tea he confided shyly under my questioning that he had been married for eighteen months. He sat looking embarrassed, much younger-looking than his twenty-five hears twisting his fingers as he answered my probing questions. His wife, Louise, was three years younger than his twenty-five and worked as a secretary in the same branch office. I was beginning to turn over in my mind plans for the evening. I had to stay until tomorrow and I was not fond of hotels. It began to look as though I had found somewhere to stay.

Before I finally made up my mind I decided that I would have a look at Louise. I thought too that it was time to let Peter begin to get an idea how things were going to be. I pushed my chair back and stood up, looked at him, and said in my quiet commanding style,

"OK Peter, it is time for a tour of your operation. While we do I'll check out your pretty young wife so make sure you introduce me. While you are about it, you can tell her that you have invited me to dinner this evening."

He looked at me in startled shock. He tried to speak once or twice and swallowed uncomfortably. I could see his Adam's apple jerking with nerves. I did not give him time to answer but walked out of the room leaving him no option but to follow. I let him conduct me around the offices, introducing me from time to time to members of staff. I was polite but distant and he could see me watching him. He led me to a door at the end of the corridor which opened into a large open-plan area. Next to a window was a desk bathed in sunlight at which was seated an extremely pretty girl. I did not need his rapid inspiration to tell me that this was Louise. I looked at her for a moment before she noticed us. She was slightly plump and I could see from where I was standing that she had large, very firm looking breasts neatly encased in a very low-cut pale yellow summer dress which showed a deep cleavage displaying the upper third of her splendid bosom to advantage. She must have been wearing a very sheer bra because the sharp little cones of her nipples were evident through the thin material. She had a lovely long delicate aristocratic neck. Her long hair was styled casually unkempt and fell in rolls of tumbling blonde curls to her bare shoulders. As I inspected her I noted that she was rather lightly made up with a rather pale lipstick and her eyes nicely defined.

"'Bedroom-eyes'," I thought, with an internal smile.

She was wearing a pair of delicate discreet earrings but no other jewellery. I decided to have a good look at her so I just stood where I was by the door and looked meaningfully at Peter. He coughed delicately and Louise looked up with a start, putting a hand to her small mouth.

"This is Mr Evans, darling," he said hesitantly, "he is visiting the Company today and I have invited him for dinner tonight, I hope that is alright." The young couple exchanged a glance but I didn't move from the door. As I stood looking without comment at Louise the silence became too much for her and she pushed her chair back and stood up. As she did, she bent a little forward putting both hands on the edge of the desk. I looked with appreciation down into her bosom as the neckline of her dress fell a little away from her body and her cleavage deepened. I could see down the deep groove between her creamy breasts to the sheer cups of her bra and beyond to the darkness concealing her belly. She glanced quickly into my eyes and blushed slightly as she saw where I was looking and not troubling to hide my interest. She came around the desk and walked towards us.

"Very nice," I thought, "very nice indeed." Louise was about five foot six and very well made. I had already noted her breasts, at least 36C, and I ran my eyes over the rest of her trim figure. She had broad roomy hips and a slender waist supported on a set of really splendid legs, slim, sexy and encased in dark seamless nylon. The hemline of her short summer dress was at least five inches above her rather chubby knees. Her shoes were very neat, patent leather with at least a four inch heel, sharply defining the muscles of her firm young calves. She held out her hand as she was introduced and I took it and pressed it more firmly than she expected, looking into her blue eyes as I gently stroked my finger across her warm palm. I heard her sharp intake of breath and her flush deepened. I did not release her hand but stood looking into her eyes as she was held captive by my commanding grasp.

Her husband stood anxiously beside me knowing that something was going on but he had not yet figured out what. I smiled at Louise and caressed her palm again before releasing her hand. She gasped.

"So nice of you to invite me for dinner," I smiled, "please join me at my hotel for a drink before dinner.

Then I have a short meeting and I will be at your house about eight o'clock. Peter has already given me the address."

"I look forward to it," she said in a high-pitched breathy, almost teen-aged voice. I smiled again and just stood looking at her. As I knew it would, the tension became too much and she turned and walked back to her desk allowing me my fist view of her bottom.

This was really splendid. Some people may have thought it a touch on the large side but I thought that it was perfect. The plump firm cheeks of her buttocks stretched the thin silk of her dress and as she walked the line of her panties was clearly visible. Even more interesting I could se the slight bulge of what could only be a suspender. I continued to watch her as she sat, unavoidably giving me another brief flash of her cleavage, before smiling at her and turning to leave the room.

"Very nice, very, very nice," I said quietly, apparently to myself but loud enough for Peter to hear.

I heard him gasp and when I looked at him I could see a flush high on his cheek bones. I led the way back to Peter's office and automatically as though by right took his large upholstered chair leaving him standing. I sat and looked at him as he stood uncertainly, his cheeks still flushed. He made two or three efforts to speak before the words came out.

"Would you like some tea or a drink?" he finally asked me, anxiety in his eyes. I smiled at him and said nothing making it obvious that I was looking him over.

He was wearing neat trousers and a tight-fitting shirt with an unobtrusive tie. He was, like his wife, rather well made but stopping short of being plump. His pectorals were rather well defined raising little mounds under his shirt. I thought back with pleasure to Derek (see 'Derek and Susan'). Coincidentally, Peter and Louise lived rather close to my other captive couple and plans began to germinate in my mind to bring the four of them together. But I still had quite a lot that I wanted to do tonight before I could even begin to think of this. All this went through my mind as I sat looking at him considering his offer.

"Tea would be nice," I said quietly, watching him as he walked to the door and spoke quietly to his secretary. I enjoyed the sight of his plump bottom as the muscles flexed against the tight fabric of his trousers. Peter came back into the room and sat on a hard visitor's chair, legs crossed and his fingers interlaced around his knee as he looked anxiously about him, sneaking glances at me. I did not say anything but just sat watching him and letting his apprehension build. There was a discreet tap at the door and he sprang to his feet with a look of unmistakeable relief on his face. I watched his secretary, in whom, under other circumstances I may have been interested, bring in a tray with tea and biscuits which she set gently on the corner of the desk before giving me a shy smile and tip-tapping back to the door on her high heels, her trim bottom wiggling deliciously.

She was a rather trim tall pretty girl with fairly small breasts but with long red hair and very sexy long legs hardly concealed by a very short skirt. I looked at Peter without comment and he leapt to his feet and poured me tea handing it to me in a noticeably trembling hand. As I drank I kept my eyes fixed on Peter and the continual scrutiny was making him more and more uncomfortable. He crossed and uncrossed his legs finally trying with an obvious effort to control his nerves by again lacing his fingers around his knee.

I could see that he was uneasily waiting for my next words but I decided that enough was enough. I finished my tea, got up from the chair and walked to the door, turning to look at the concerned young man before I left.

"It is about four o'clock now and I have a meeting with the Financial Controller. You know where I am staying, your secretary booked the hotel. Be in the lounge bar with your sexy wife at six o'clock and don't be late."

I closed the door on his shocked face and went to complete my business for the afternoon having arranged my entertainment for the evening and, without my hosts realising it yet, my accommodation for the night.

After my business was concluded I returned to my hotel and had a drink and a shower. I dressed for the evening in my usual attire of black slacks and a black polo- necked silk sweater. I did not wear a jacket. Glancing at my watch I saw that it was approaching six o'clock so I made my way to the lounge bar and took a seat in a small alcove. There were two bunk type seats with a table between them and I sat on the outside of one of the benches and waited for the pretty pair who, unknown to them were to entertain me during my short stay.

I relaxed and looked about me. The room was almost empty. There was a couple of young women at the bar, clearly wrapped up in each other. I ran my eye over them with a secret smile. On another occasion it would have amused me to intrude on and to distort their relationship, leaving them permanently changed but tonight I had a more interesting diversion in mind. I sat thinking about Peter who had clearly been over-awed by the Company Chairman who had visited him in at such short notice to inspect and comment on the systems that he had instituted and had been, until now, totally responsible for without audit. However, the axe had now fallen and without warning I had appeared to assess his performance in guiding this small part of my Company's business and he also knew from my attitude during the day that much worse may be in store although, despite his apprehension, he did not know what. He just knew and had been unable to avoid communicating his feelings to me, that he found my presence both personally and professionally threatening. I had easily divined from Peter's attitude and responses during the day that he was a very submissive personality and I felt from my brief acquaintance with Louise that she was probably the same. While I was sitting musing about all this I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. Peter and Louise had entered the lounge and were standing just inside the door looking round uncertainly.

I noted with amusement the Louise was holding her husband's hand. They had not seen me immediately as I was concealed in the alcove behind a large potted palm. After letting them stand and look around for a moment I stood up. I did not gesture, I just looked at them and that was sufficient.

Hand in hand the young couple walked over to me. I did not hesitate but reached out and shook the surprised young man's hand briefly.

"Hi Peter," I said warmly, "have a seat." I indicated the bench opposite where I had been sitting and he sat down automatically and rather warily. Without looking at him further I turned to his young wife and slipped my arm around her waist. I held her for a moment relishing the warm feeling of her body in my encircling arm. I dropped my arm a little so that my hand was resting on her hip and as I looked into her eyes I let her feel me run my fingers along her suspender belt prominent under the delicate silk of her dress. I had moved so suddenly that neither husband or wife were prepared for what was happening and both gave a shocked gasp. Louise's face became tinged with red and she tried to move from my grasp but I held her firmly.

Looking into her eyes I tilted her chin up and as the shocked and frightened young husband watched I kissed his pretty wife, sliding my hand onto her bottom and fondling the firm plump cheek of her ass as I did so. I just brushed my relaxed lips against Louise's tightly closed ones as I looked into her wide scared blue eyes without making any attempt to deepen the intimacy of the kiss .It was sufficient for now that I had established my dominance and begun to assert my right to her body by kissing her and feeling her up in public and in addition, demonstrating to her husband that he was unable to prevent what was happening. I tightened my grip slightly and drew her firm young body momentarily against me enjoying the firmness of her lush breast as it was pressed into my side. I held her to me for a moment and then took my lips from hers and smiled into her eyes before releasing her.

"Hello Louise," I said quietly, "please sit down." She made an effort to move to sit beside her husband but I firmly directed her into the seat on my side of the table so that she was trapped on the inside of the booth with her husband sitting opposite her. At my gesture the waiter brought a bottle of champagne and poured our drinks. When he had left I picked up my glass and proposed a toast to the anxious couple, "Here's to a happy, sexy evening and to getting to know you, particularly you, Louise, an awful lot better." I watched with amusement as they looked at one another trying to work out the implications of the toast and I half turned to give Louise a careful scrutiny.

Hoping that I wouldn't notice, she moved as far away along the seat from me as she could. I didn't say anything as I looked at my pretty companion totally ignoring her husband. She glanced quickly up at me and then dropped her eyes to her hands, twisting the long thin stem of the champagne glass in her fingers. Her breasts were heaving from the after effects of my caress and her cheeks were flushed. I could hear her rapid breathing, a combination of anxiety and reluctant excitement, although she didn't yet recognise the latter emotion. Louise was a very pretty girl I had decided when I met her earlier in the afternoon and now, studying her closely I could see that I had not been wrong. Her body was shown to absolute perfection by the revealing silk dress and as she raised her arm to take a drink the low cut arm hole of the dress revealed her pale yellow bra and the beginning of the side of her breast. I leaned back on the bunk seat and looked her over, making no secret of my interest and that I was ignoring her husband. Her flush deepened and I could hear his ragged breathing on the other side of the table. My eyes dropped from her flushed cheeks to her upper chest and she glanced quickly sideways at me.

I smiled at her as I let her see me openly assessing her full figure. The flush spread from her cheeks to her shoulders and her upper chest.

Her breasts were really magnificent and displayed to perfection by the delicate summer dress. The upper third of her breasts was bare showing a deep tanned cleavage which swelled out in a lovely curve. Her nipples were still evident through the material. Her breasts, although large, seemed to be confined in a relatively flimsy bra, needing little support. I dropped my eyes lower. From the swell of her magnificent bosom her body narrowed to a trim but not too slender waist and I noted a cute womanly swell to her stomach. It was not completely flat. There was a little bit of fat there but she was definitely not overweight. My eyes continued their journey down to the swell of her hips which, although broad, were in proportion to her breasts and to her height. She really had a magnificent lush womanly figure. She glanced at me again and saw me openly assessing her cute belly and her legs and took a quick nervous gulp of champagne. I interrupted my scrutiny of his young wife to look across at Peter.

"Pour some more champagne for Louise and I," I said with a touch of mockery in my voice. He rushed to obey and it was noticeable that although his own glass was empty he did not refill it. I chuckled to myself. "A real submissive," I thought, "doing exactly as he is told and not realizing it!"

I then ignored him and continued my scrutiny of his wife. My searching gaze dropped to her legs. As she sat on the bunk seat of the alcove her thighs were slightly apart. The hem of her short dress had ridden up a little and was about six inches above her knees.

The muscles of her thighs had slightly flattened as she sat and the tightness of her dress outline the strap of her suspender. I had noted her chubby knees, calves and neat ankles in the office and close up they were just as good. I smiled into her embarrassed eyes and leaned back and took a sip of champagne as I looked from one to other of the young couple. Although we had not spoken much I had been so deliberate in and taken so long over my scrutiny of Louise that, taken with the time it had taken to get the champagne, half an hour had passed. I sat quietly drinking and watching Louise, gradually raising her anxiety level. I completely ignored her husband and I could see them exchanging continual frightened glances. Finally I glanced at my watch.

"It is time you two left," I said with authority, "I will be at your house in an hour. It doesn't matter what you wear Peter but listen carefully to me Louise.

You are to wear your very sexiest underwear and your prettiest dress. You are to be wearing the highest heels you have and you will have attended to your make- up. While you shower and change for me you, Peter, can make the supper. Anything simple will do." I looked into their shocked eyes and stood to allow Louise to pass me as she got up and moved out of the booth. I knew that she half expected me to touch her and that she was terrified but I desisted knowing that it would be all the sweeter later on. I leaned back and took a sip of champagne as I looked up at the young couple.

"Now get out," I said sharply, "and be ready for me when I come or you will both be very sorry. When I come to your house, you Louise, are to open the door. Peter, you will stay in the lounge until either I call you or until we come in. One last thing - make sure that there are fresh flowers in the bedroom." They looked at one another again and turned and made for the door and I smiled to myself as I saw the young woman reach instinctively for her husband's hand. They reached the door and she flashed me a last anxious glance before they left and the door closed behind them. I stretched out with satisfaction and finished the champagne. I went to my room and had another shower and ordered my car for a quarter to eight as the young couple lived quite close to the hotel.

At precisely eight o'clock I rang their doorbell and before the chimes had died away Louise opened the door and stood aside for me to enter the small hall. I smiled at her and looked her over from head to toe slowly and deliberately but did not touch her. She was wearing a very low-cut wrap-around dress made of a very soft silky clingy pale blue material held by a single clip at the waistline. As she turned to close the door I could see that from the back it clung tightly to and outlined every curve of her young body and when she nervously turned to face me I saw immediately that from the front it was even sexier because, in addition to clinging, the split skirt gaped exposing her thigh with each step as far as her stocking top. The neckline of the sexy dress displayed her cleavage to it's full advantage revealing at least half of her firm full breasts. She had left her hair loose falling to her bare shoulders in blonde sexy waves. She had clearly paid a great deal of attention to achieving just the right effect. Apart from a pair of small earrings she was not wearing jewellery. I could smell the delicate scent of her perfume in the small hall. I smiled at her and held out my hand which she took nervously. I could feel her small hand trembling in mine and I could sense that she was terrified that I was going to touch her.

She was clearly as submissive as her husband. I smiled at her, released her hand and indicated the door to the lounge which she opened with relief. I followed her into the comfortably furnished room.

Peter was standing by the fireplace and I did not miss the anxious questioning look that he flashed to his wife as we entered. I looked around and immediately walked over and took possession of a large comfortable- looking settee. I relaxed, leaned back and looked across at Peter.

"Get us some drinks, I'll have a whisky," I commanded brusquely, not even pretending to ask, "Louise, come here and sit beside me." He obediently went to a small drinks cabinet and began to prepare the drinks while his wife reluctantly crossed the room, looked down at me and sat beside me on the settee, as far away from, me as she could. Peter put my drink on a small occasional table at my right side and gave his wife what looked like lemonade. I indicated a chair opposite the settee and Peter sat down warily looking at us. I ignored Louise and began to talk to her husband about my visit to his office. I could have used this to make him anxious and insecure but that was too easy and too crude. There were much better ways. I complimented him on his performance in the office and let him know that was completely satisfied. He blushed with pleasure and I saw him beginning to relax. I moved along the settee until my hip was pressed against his young wife, trapping her in the corner of the deep seat. As I talked to her husband I slid my arm along the back of the settee behind his wife, still not touching her but this movement was enough to bring the anxiety back into his eyes. I could feel the tenseness in her body communicating itself to be through our touching hips.

As I continued to talk to her husband I dropped my hand a little lower so that it was now resting on her shoulder and neither of them could pretend otherwise. I saw the fear in Peter's eyes as saw my hand resting with an air of confident ownership on Louise's shoulder. I carried on with my analysis of the Branch Office performance under his care, but now I moved my hand lower along his wife's bare shoulder. I gently played with her blonde hair as I talked and ran my fingers up and down along the thin strap supporting her dress. I moved my hand slightly so that my fingers were slightly splayed on the bare flesh of Louise's upper chest just below her collar-bone and I gently caressed her with my fingers. She gave an involuntary gasp and I saw with amusement her nipples harden against the thin fabric. I trailed my fingers along the neckline of her dress towards the deep valley of her cleavage and as her dress was so low-cut it was clear to Peter that my fingers were now caressing the upper surface of his wife's breast. I saw him stiffen and his muscles flex as he stood to make at least a token protest. I looked into his eyes and what he saw in mine caused him to sink back in his chair.

"Sit down and stay where you are until I tell you to move," I ordered quietly and he did not miss the menace in my tone.

He sank back in his chair breathing heavily and watched with horror in his eyes as I moved my hand to cup Louise's full breast. Louise sighed and I could feel her tremble but she didn't say anything. As though nothing was happening out of the ordinary I continued to talk about the commercial performance and the competitiveness in the Market of the Branch Office but now my hand roamed freely over the young wife's full breast as I fondled and massaged the firm springy flesh under my hand, conscious of the bud of her erect stiff nipple in my palm. I kept on talking to her husband but it was clear that now he was not listening to me.

His whole attention was fixed on my hand as it played with his wife's firm breast. As I talked, I rolled her stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger and Louise gave a little groan and pressed her thighs together.

She was clearly being affected by the attention I was paying to her breast. I gave her flesh a last firm squeeze through her dress before withdrawing my hand to her shoulder. She gave a sigh of relief but her respite was short-lived as I slid my hand down on to her breast again but this time straight under the loose neckline of her thin dress.

I looked into the frightened young husband's eyes as I fondled his wife's breast through the inadequate protection of her flimsy bra-cup. Her nipple was like a warm bullet against the palm of my hand. Louise stirred uneasily under my caress and slightly parted her thighs. This had the effect of causing the slit of the loose wrap-around dress to gape and expose her dark nylon-clad thigh as far as her stocking top. I looked down at the exposed sexily covered flesh and gave her breast a firm squeeze making her gasp as I smiled at her husband.

"Very nice indeed, Peter. You have a very sexy wife and I appreciate her getting dressed up for me." He glared at me in impotent rage. I turned to Louise and smiled into her terrified eyes.

"I think it would be really nice if you sat on my lap, don't you Louise darling?" I asked her quietly. She looked at me in horror.

"Please don't make me. Please leave us alone." She begged wretchedly. I just smiled and squeezed her nipple through the thin bra. She gasped with shock and pain.

"Just do it," I said with menace and I knew that she would obey. I could feel her trembling against me and the faint smell of her perspiration was in my nostrils.

I withdrew my hand from the neckline of her dress and allowed her to stand. I could see her shaking as she straightened her dress. I moved along the settee so that I was sitting by the deeply upholstered arm. Louise appeared paralysed with fear. I reached forward and took her hand and pulled her down onto my lap. She was sitting with her back to the upholstered arm of the settee and her plump bottom spread comfortably on my thighs.

Her legs were hanging to my right although had I wished I could have lifted them on to the settee. I slipped my left arm round Louise under her armpit. I could feel the warmth of her flesh on my arm and I took immediate possession of her breast which I squeezed again with pleasure through her dress making her gasp with anguish. Her legs flexed a little and her thighs slightly parted making the sexy dress gape and revealing her right leg and thigh almost as far as her stocking top. She saw it and gasped, instinctively moving her hand to her dress to close it.

"Leave it," I ordered quietly, "clasp your hands in your lap and keep them there until I tell you to move them." I squeezed her breast a little harder to emphasise my point and she blushed but obeyed. As I felt Louise's left breast with my left hand I ran my right hand down her right arm to her fingers which rested compliantly in her lap and from there on to her thigh outside her dress. She gasped again with fear and shock. I could see her husband watching and I could hear his ragged breathing. I slid my hand down Louise's plump thigh relishing the feel of the material of her dress slipping against her stocking until I came to the slit in the wrap-around dress. I slid my hand into the gaping dress on to the inside of Louise's thigh just above her knee and I began to caress the soft flesh through the sexy nylon of her dark stocking. As I played with her I began to pressure her husband.

"Tell me about your husband Louise," I asked casually, "do you have a good sex-life and can he satisfy you in bed. Is his prick big enough for you?" She stiffened in my arms and I heard the sharp intake of breath from Peter. I could feel her beginning to shake but she did not answer me. "Well?" I asked, squeezing her nipple hard between thumb and forefinger through the inadequate protection of her thin dress and bra, "don't make me repeat myself or you will both be very sorry."

I saw them exchange glances and she made a couple of attempts before she was able to get the words out in her breathy teenage voice.

"We have a lovely sex-life and I am very happy with my husband." I laughed and looked across at Peter.

"Is that true?" I asked maliciously, "and don't even think of lying. Before tonight is over I am going to know everything there is to know about you two. If I find that you are not telling me the truth about anything I will take my belt and thrash your wife's plump sexy bottom until it bleeds. Now get on and tell me the truth." Louise gasped with shock and horror on my lap. I ignored her although I still held her left nipple between thumb and forefinger and my right hand was caressing the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Peter made several attempts before he could speak and he finally began to mumble, blushing furiously.

"My penis is not very big," he whispered almost inaudibly, "I usually have to finish satisfying Louise orally." I laughed at his discomfiture.

"I thought as much," I said, "stand up and take off your trousers and shorts. Don't bother arguing, just do it or I have told you what I will do to Louise. I might thrash her anyway because I enjoy doing it but if you continue to do exactly as you are told you may be able to save her some pain." Peter slowly stood up, unfastened his belt and pulled down his zip. I watched him take of his trousers as I played with his sexy wife. He put his trousers on the chair and paused. I squeezed Louise's nipple harder and she gasped with pain.

Peter hurriedly drew off his shorts and stood with his hand concealing his groin. I let him stand for a moment as I gently kissed his wife's ear, caressing it with the tip of my tongue and relishing her gasp of shock.

"Put your hands by your sides," I ordered her husband and squeezed his wife's nipple again a little harder when he did not immediately comply. "I have told you and I will not tell you again," I said with some menace, "do exactly as I say immediately or Louise will suffer." He dropped his hands to his sides and stood looking at me. I cupped his wife's plump left breast in my hand and continued to gently feel her as I caressed her inner thigh and looked at her husband as he stood blushing displaying himself. He had a very childish appearance with small almost hairless balls and a very small prick, about two inches when flaccid as it was at this moment and fairly thin. His hips were fatty, plump and girlish and his plump legs were smooth, almost devoid of hair.

"Come over here and stand close by me," I ordered, and was not surprised when he immediately complied. My threats were having an effect at last.

I slipped my right hand from the opening in Louise's dress and rested it on her thigh outside her dress as I looked up at her husband. I reached out and cupped his balls in my hand. He and his wife gasped again. I gently fondled his balls and his little prick began to stiffen. I whispered into Louise's ear, loudly enough for her husband to hear, "It looks as if your husband likes being felt by a proper man doesn't it Louise?" Peter stood blushing deeply with shame as he stood looking down at me feeling his wife as I fondled his little balls. I grasped his prick and gently wanked him to stiffness. Even with this stimulation his prick was less than four inches long and very thin.

"So that is all you have to satisfy such a sexy wife," I mocked, "no wonder you need to use your tongue. You are hardly a man at all. Just look at you, plump girlie thighs, hairless legs and little mounds under your shirt like little tits." As I spoke I continued to wank him and his blush deepened. I released his prick and slid my hand back into the folds of Louise's dress, gently but firmly parting her thighs.

"I am going to tell you both now how things are going to be tonight. Louise is mine for the night. I am going to do anything and everything I like to her. We are going to need a maid and that is your function Peter. Tonight you are going to serve us while I service your sexy wife." I could hear their uneven breathing as they looked at one another.

"I like my maids nice and sexy. You are about the same size as Louise so go upstairs and get out of those clothes. Put on a pair of her sexiest black panties and a black garter belt and stockings. Louise's bras are too big for you so don't worry about that. For the time being, find a nice sexy black slip and wear that. You have fairly small feet so force them into a pair of your wife's high heeled shoes. I don't care how uncomfortable it is, just do it." Peter looked as though he was about to cry.

"Please don't make me," he said quietly, "it is so humiliating." I laughed.

"Just go and get on with it," I said, "and when you are changed, put fresh sheets on your bed and check that there are fresh flowers in the bedroom. Make sure that the lights are nice and low and have a bottle of chilled white wine ready for when I ask for it. Then come down and lay out the supper for Louise and I. You will not be having supper. It won't do you any harm to lose some weight and I do not allow my maids to eat with me."

He looked at me once more and left the room on reluctant feet with dragging steps.

I turned my attention again to the sexy blonde on my lap. She became tense and rigid and gave a loud gasp, followed by quiet sobbing as she began to cry but I felt her nipple hard and erect under my palm. The strain was clearly getting to her. My attentions combined with watching my domination of her husband had broken whatever resistance she had and she wept quietly with fear on my arms. I blew gently into her right ear and whispered quietly,

"Give me a nice kiss, Louise." She looked at me helplessly her baby-blue eyes wet with tears and reluctantly raised her lips to mine. I gently kissed her closed tense lips, at first not pressing but just relishing the feel of her softness. I gently ran my tongue along the groove of her closed moist lips and her eyes widened. I pressed a little with my tongue and her reluctant lips parted. I tightened my grip on her breast and slid my tongue possessively between her lips taking complete command of her hot little mouth which I began to thoroughly kiss while I was feeling her. I casually explored her lips and gums enjoying the movement of her hot little tongue under my caress and despite herself, the passion of the kiss and the feelings my hand was evoking in her breast and nipple began to work her up. She began to pant into my mouth and I could begin to smell the unmistakable tang of a woman excited despite herself. I removed my lips and smiled down into her eyes wide with fear and reluctant excitement.

"I think that you are beginning to like this, Louise," I said maliciously "I can smell your excitement. I think that you are a very sexy little piece indeed."

She blushed a fiery red as she looked helplessly into my eyes. I put my right hand halfway up the inside of her plump right thigh just below the top of her stocking and gently spread her legs further.

She looked tensely up into my eyes but was too afraid of me to object. I lowered my lips to hers and began to kiss her again while I moved my right hand slowly up the inside of her right thigh towards the junction of her thighs enjoying the sensuous feeling of the sheer silk of the stocking on my roving hand. Keeping my left hand firmly on her breast, I moved my right hand up between her thighs over the soft bare flesh at the top of her stocking where I stopped for a moment and cupped my hand around the smoothness of her inner thigh. I could feel the strap of her suspender under my palm and the ball of my right thumb was just brushing the silk of her panties which I was not surprised to find were very moist indeed. I deepened my kiss and as the terrified but reluctantly excited woman squirmed on my lap I moved my hand a little further and cupped her moist and quivering cunt through her tight wet panties.

She gasped into my mouth. I took my lips from hers and looked down at Louise with a smile, relishing the moistness of the core of her being cupped possessively in my right hand. "Please don't" Louise begged wretchedly "no-one but my husband has ever touched me there. I feel that I am betraying him so badly."

"You have a really lovely cunt Louise," I said "and I think that, from the smell of you, you like having it felt, don't you darling?" Louise gasped and the blush spread to her shoulders as I moved my fingers gently over the contours of her cunt gently feeling her through the soft cling wet material of her panties. I began to kiss her again and she had learned that there was no point in resisting. Her lips opened compliantly under my caress allowing me the freedom of her fragrant mouth. I moved her thighs further apart and began to work her up as I kissed her by rubbing the tips of the fingers of my right hand along her prominent cuntal groove as it was outlined and defined by her wet panties. Louise began to blush more deeply, the flush spreading to her neck as her breathing quickened under my caress. I slipped my fingers from her groove to the leg of her panties and slid my hand up inside the hem taking possession of her bare wet cunt. I felt her stiffen in my arms as she became aware of what was happening. Looking into her wide blue eyes as I continued kissing her I slipped first one and then two fingers deep into her wet clinging cunt and began a slow finger-fuck. Louise gasped again but did not dare to close her thighs. Her cunt rapidly became more moist and she began to breathe quickly and shallowly. I could see the blush beginning to spread from her cheeks and shoulders towards her breasts as I carried on finger- fucking the horrified but very sexy little blonde. I knew that she was very tense and afraid and I did not know whether she would be able to cum but I carried on kissing her and finger-fucking her more and more deeply. Eventually the strength of the stimulation overcame her anxiety and she gave a deep shuddering gasp, burst into floods of tears and came in my hand. I took my lips from hers and she buried her face in my shoulder as she sat shaking and sobbing on my knee. I rested with my fingers deep up her cunt as she tried to calm down. Eventually she gave another of her deep shuddering gasps, took her face from my shoulder and looked reluctantly into my smiling eyes.

"There you are, Louise" I said maliciously "It was pretty easy to make you cum, wasn't it?". I let her rest and think about it for a few moments. I still had one hand possessively on her breast and the other up the leg of her panties resting on her soft warm thigh with my fingers up her cunt. She calmed down and looked miserably at me. Although she looked a little tear- stained she had stopped crying.

"I'm so ashamed. I've never felt anything like that before," she said "I just couldn't help it."

I smiled at her. "It didn't take much to make you cum though , did it?" I asked, "you are a really sexy little piece, Louise." She blushed furiously and looked down at her clasped hands twisting nervously in her lap. I kissed her ear and whispered in to it, "This is a very pretty dress Louise, but you have made it all sweaty. Stand up, face me and take it off." I slipped my fingers from her cunt, gently pushed her from my lap and helped her to her feet. She turned to face me and her little hand went to the clasp at her waist and unfastened the simple but stunningly effective dress.

She unfastened the clasp and the dress dropped open. She quickly shucked it off her shoulders and it fell with a whisper around her feet. She bent and picked it up and I looked appreciatively at her deep cleavage and the little creases in the flesh of her belly as she bent forward.

She saw me looking at her virtually naked body and flushed again prettily. I smiled up at her, "Your panties are very wet darling. Take them off but leave your suspender belt and stockings on."

She looked at me without speaking but knew better than to delay or protest by now, and slowly unfastened her suspenders and, bending forward again slid the wet panties down her legs, She lifted first her right foot and then her left freeing herself from the clinging material and then, as I sat watching her, fastened her suspenders and stood in front of me, her hands at her sides. Clearly, for the time being at any rate and perhaps for good, her resistance was broken. She seemed to have no initiative, waiting to be told what to do. Well, that suited me just fine. I leisurely inspected her from head to toe taking my time. She was a most attractive sight in almost transparent black underwear, her firm ample breasts encased in a deeply plunging black transparent bra with seamless cups and very thin straps. She was now only wearing in addition only a delicate lacy black suspender-belt supporting sheer dark stockings and shoes with about a four inch heel.

Her hair had become a little tousled from her emotions and hung to her shoulders in wild sexy waves and curls.

She looked stunning. I indicated for her to turn round and she slowly rotated on the spot till she was standing with her back to me. I looked at her back view with appreciation. She had a very straight back above a swelling plump exceedingly well made bottom. The crease between her buttocks was deep and below each buttock at the junction with her thighs there was a sexy fold in the soft flesh. Her thighs were rather plump tapering to shapely knees and well made calves clearly defined by the high-heeled shoes. I relaxed and picked up my drink and considered her delicious rear view.

"Turn and face me, Louise," I said quietly and the frightened girl immediately did as I asked. I reached up and took her hand and drew her trembling body down on to my knee. I sat her as before with her legs pointing to the right and I motioned for her to put her right arm round my neck. I put my left arm round her under her armpit and straight on to her breast which I began to feel slowly and deliberately though the thin material of her bra. She became tense and rigid again on my lap clearly not yet used to submitting willingly and completely to my caress and gave a loud gasp, followed by quiet sobbing but I felt her nipple begin to erect under my palm.

"Give me another nice kiss, Louise, like I gave you earlier," I said quietly. She looked at me helplessly and reluctantly raised her lips to mine. I kept my lips passive and just looked into her eyes. She pressed her lips to mine and did not proceed. I squeezed her breast a little tighter and she understood immediately. She pushed her tongue into my mouth between my parted lips and began to clumsily kiss me. That was sufficient. I smiled to myself and took control beginning to thoroughly explore her hot little mouth again while I was feeling her. She began to pant into my mouth and I could begin to smell again the unmistakable tang of a woman excited despite herself. I removed my lips and smiled into her eyes.

"I think that you are beginning to get used to this Louise" I said maliciously "I can smell your excitement. Can you smell yourself?". She blushed a fiery red but did not reply as I continued to feel her.

I could, of course, have stripped her myself but I always find that it is more exciting and humiliating for them if you make the wives in your power strip themselves for your pleasure and this is what I always do as it emphasises their humiliation and submission and consolidates my domination over them and their husbands.

"Take off your bra, Louise" I ordered. She looked into my eyes for a moment before reluctantly reaching behind her and opening the catch of her sheer black bra as she quietly sobbed on my lap. She slid the flimsy garment down her arms dropping it beside her on the settee. I looked appreciatively down at her breasts. For a woman of her size they were large but had a nice sexy shape to them with prominent up-tilted nipples surrounded by rather large dark pink areolae. Although large, there was hardly any sag.

I swung Louise round on my lap so that her back was against me and her splayed wide-open thighs hanging on either side of mine. I could smell the perspiration from the frightened but excited girl as I pulled her back against me and kissed her shoulder and neck under her hair. I put both arms under her armpits and cupped her bare breasts and, as I carressed her neck I began to thoroughly feel her. She gasped and tensed again as she wriggled on my lap as her nipples erected involuntarily under my touch as I casually pulled and twisted them. Louise gave a shocked gasp of mingled pleasure and pain.

"You have such lovely breasts, Louise darling, I really could play with them all day," I said as I fondled her. "Let me go please" Louise whispered, "I've never done anything like this before. I always want to be faithful to my husband."

I laughed at that and moved Louise around so that she was back in her original position on my lap with her back against the arm of the settee and her legs hanging to my right.

As I looked into her eyes I slid my right hand up the inside of her right thigh straight on to her bare cunt and began a gentle finger-fuck with first two and then three fingers. Her cunt was very wet and although tight, accommodated three fingers easily. I lowered my mouth to her right breast and began to deliberately suck her breast teasing her nipple with my teeth as she squirmed on my lap under the multiple stimulation. I moved from one breast to the other sucking hard until both nipples were fully erect and despite herself Louise was breathing heavily again. She was beginning to sweat harder and was getting excited again in spite of her obvious anxiety. I gave her another deep kiss as she wriggled on my lap as I continued to finger-fuck her moist cunt. I took my mouth from hers returned to sucking on her nipples, first one and then the other.

Her legs parted further and Louise leaned her head back against my shoulder and gave a deep groan as with three fingers deep in her wet cunt I finger-fucked her vigorously.

"You like that, Louise, don't you darling" I said with a smile. She gasped and screwed her eyes up but did not cum and I knew that she was too tense so I let her relax, fingering her cunt with one hand while with the other I gently felt her soft springy breast.

There was a quiet noise outside the door in the small hall at the bottom of the stairs. I quickly swung Louise around again on my lap so that she was facing the door with her back against me and her splayed wide-open thighs hanging on either side of mine. I could smell the exciting increased odour of her perspiration as I pulled the horrified but excited girl back against me and kissed her shoulder and neck again under her hair as I watched the door. I put both arms under her armpits and cupped her bare breasts and, as I kissed her neck I continued feeling her. She gasped and tensed again as she wriggled on my lap as her nipples erected again involuntarily under my touch as I casually pulled and twisted them. I slightly opened my thighs, causing Louise's thighs trapped outside mine to splay more widely and the slit of her pretty cunt to gape open.

She gave a shocked gasp of mingled pleasure, pain and horror as the door opened and her husband reluctantly entered. He stopped short as he was faced with his sexy young wife virtually naked on my lap, her breasts firmly cupped in my palms and her cunt gaping wide open. He just stood and stared dumbly as we took in his appearance with mixed emotions, mine a feeling of quiet satisfaction and Louise of sheer horror.

Peter stood just inside the door blushing with embarrassment, standing twisting his fingers. He was dressed in sheer dark nylon stockings supported by a delicate lacy garter belt and very sheer panties closely clinging to his balls and not concealing his little prick which was obviously stiffly erect. Over this he was wearing a virtually transparent black slip with a plunging neckline which clung to his little breast mounds the material of which was dented by the prominent cones of his nipples. He was balanced rather uncomfortably and precariously in high heeled shoes with about a four inch heel. He looked very uncomfortable but, I thought, rather sexy. I could feel Louise very tense on my lap, her body trembling under my hands. She looked at her husband and burst out, "Peter, how could you?" He looked very uncomfortable, as though he was about to burst into tears.

"I couldn't help it darling," he whispered wretchedly, "he made me do it, I couldn't help it!"

I smiled at him over his wife's flushed naked shoulder and decided to have a bit more fun with her while her crushed husband could do nothing but stand and watch helplessly.

I moved my right hand down over the soft warm curve of her belly tickling the indentation of her navel as I passed it. She gave a deep gasp and I felt her thighs clench against mine. I slipped my hand over her hairy prominent pubic mound and again took possession of her cunt. I gently ran my finger down the groove of her slit and she shivered convulsively. Her cunt began to moisten again and I could see that, in spite of her horror and fear, that she was an excitable and sexy woman with relatively little control over the responses of her body. I began to finger-fuck her as gently as I could just using about half an inch of my finger and she rapidly became much wetter in my hand. I took my left hand from under her arm and turned her head so that I had access to her mouth and began to gently kiss her as I moved my exploring finger forwards to the hard little bud of her clitoris which I began to gently caress and stroke. She gave a great shudder and pulled her lips from mine and buried her face in my chest.

Without warning her body went into spasm against me as the waves of a powerful orgasm swept through her. Her cunt flooded into my hand and I kept on stroking and fondling her clitoris. She threw her head back and her hair hung in a shimmering blonde curtain as she looked up at the ceiling, gave another shuddering gasp and came again with an involuntary squeal as she burst into tears. I took my hand from her wet cunt slipped my hand under her armpit and began to gently feel her right breast as I gave her a deep kiss on her lips wet with the sheen of perspiration from her two powerful orgasms. She no longer resisted but accepted my kiss. I looked at the dejected figure of the husband standing looking vaguely foolish in his frillies watching me deeply kissing his wife who I had just so easily brought off in my hand.

I took my lips from hers and gently moved Louise around again so that she was sitting with her back to the upholstered arm of the settee and her plump bottom spread comfortably on my thighs. Her legs were hanging to my right and I gently spread them to open the groove of her cunt to her husband as he watched. I slipped my left arm round Louise under her armpit holding her firmly by the left breast as I lowered my lips to her right breast. I began to suck on her prominent nipple gradually stiffening it with my lips and tongue. Louise was convulsively trembling in my arms from the effects of the two powerful orgasms and her small hands were clenched on her thighs. I sucked more forcefully on her stiff nipple, drawing the areola into my mouth. She groaned and, despite herself, put her hand on my head pressing it into her breast. She obviously had very sensitive nipples and having them sucked certainly aroused her again in spite of all the recent stimulation. I continued to torment her plump but firm breast, sucking hard and teasing the stiff proud point with my lips and tongue. She groaned again and clutched my hair with her hand, pressing me into her. Her heels pressed against the floor and again, despite herself and clearly involuntarily, her thighs were so widely spread that both I and her helpless husband could see the pink slash of her gaping cunt. As I sucked hard on her stiff right nipple I dropped my right hand to her right thigh and gently and slowly slid my palm up the soft warm flesh of the inside of her leg until I was cupping her moist and quivering cunt. I gently trailed the tips of my fingers along the prominent open groove of her excited cunt and began to fondle and press the fleshy lips with the tips of my fingers, caressing her gently and rubbing my fingers forward towards the stiff little bud of her clitoris. I sucked harder on her nipple drawing as much of the firm springy breast flesh as I could into my mouth as I brushed the hard nubbin of her clitoris gently with the ball of my right thumb.

She gasped again and threw her head back looking straight up at the ceiling, her hair hanging to her thigh in a soft curtain.

"Oh God!!!" she gasped, "please don't do that, I beg you, please don't." I took my lips from her nipple and blew gently on the hardened wet point as I laughed gently. I slowly kissed up the side of her neck and the line of her jaw until I reached her mouth which I immediately claimed and which compliantly opened under my demanding lips and tongue. She looked helplessly into my eyes as I squeezed her firm left breast and continued stroking her cunt. As I kissed her and looked into her wide and staring baby blue eyes I cupped her wet cunt in my right hand and began to tickle the perineum, the smooth silky area between the back of the groove of her cunt and the dimple of her ass with the tips of my fingers as I gently but persistently rubbed her clitoris with the ball of my thumb. She tried to shake her head and I saw her eyes widen as the multiple sensations began to overwhelm her again. I held her firmly with my lips and tortured her tongue with mine as I stroked her clitoris gently but persistently bringing her to another powerful orgasm. Her breath rasped in my mouth and I released her lips as her tear- filled eyes gazed helplessly into mine. I let her rest, holding her on my lap with my left hand still cupping her full left breast and my right hand lying on the soft swell of her belly just above her cuntal mound relishing the feeling of the soft pubic fleece on the lower border of my hand. With a great effort she brought herself under control and sat breathing heavily on my lap, her breasts heaving. Her whole body was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration and the room was filled with the intoxicating scent of her excitement. I let her calm down and her breathing gradually quietened and she gave a deep gasp and wiped the perspiration from her brow and eyes with a shaking hand. I gently kissed her cheek and released her breast and carefully slid her to her feet where she stood on shaking legs. I reached out and fondled her buttock and the soft flesh of her plump bottom clenched under my hand but she did not move away. I smiled to myself and reached up and took the shaking blonde's hand. She looked down at me, her lower lip trembling. I decided to have some more fun before I let her relax so I tightened my grip on her little hand and pulled downwards causing her to bend towards me. I released her hand and slipped my right hand between her thighs, cupping her cunt and slipping two fingers up her. They slid easily into her gaping wet slit. I pulled the bending blonde towards me by the grip I had on her cunt and she gasped with anguish but obediently allowed herself to be manoeuvred until she was standing alongside my thigh.

I slipped my left hand behind her, tweaked her garter belt and insinuated my fingers between the cleft of the protruding buttocks of her trim ass, brushing the dimpled rose of her ass-hole before moving forward against the resistance of her thighs towards her cunt.

I looked up into her frightened eyes, taking my right hand from her cunt and grasping her swinging left nipple as she bent uncomfortably over me. I could see her husband behind her watching helplessly.

"Spread your legs," I said quietly but firmly. She looked back, wide-eyed at me but did not move. I squeezed her nipple, twisting it slightly harder with my right hand and hurt her breast a little more. She gasped and stood bowlegged while I felt her cunt. The pressure I was putting on her nipple caused her to bend further forward. I continued pulling her down by the nipple until I had her reluctant trembling form spread on my lap at my complete disposal. Louise finally lay limply and submissively across my lap her resistance for the moment broken. She lay as I had put her, still being controlled by the pressure I was exerting on her nipple waiting in tense anticipation, head inverted, and her blonde hair hanging in a shimmering curtain to the carpet. Her dangling breasts were pressed against my left leg as I held her by the nipple and admired the exotic contour of her ripe curves. The rounded contours of her rather plump bottom lay over my lap rather more to the right than to the left and she must have been aware of my stiff prick against her bare cunt as the stimulation of forcing the reluctant girl across my knees in front of her frightened husband had begun to excite me even more. Her long legs, sheathed in dark stockings defining her neat calves and rather plump thighs, were slightly parted and the toes of her high heeled shoes scraped on the carpet. I proceeded slowly, knowing that the anxiety of waiting to see what would happen would build up the tension in Louise's mind. In fact, I could feel her gently trembling as she lay unwillingly across my lap. I released her nipple now that she was completely under my control and reached down to feel her breasts, arranging her so that I could enjoy the feeling of the soft springy flesh of her breasts pressing against the firm muscle of my calf as she dangled helplessly head down over my lap. I did not remove her shoes preferring to see her discomfort as she tried to cope with high heeled shoes as she lay across my lap.

I ran my hand up the outside of her thigh on to the soft springy flesh of her buttock and spent a moment contemplating the enticing sight her naked bottom presented across my lap, so temptingly displayed for my enjoyment as I drew my forefinger very gently down the crack of her ass-cheeks. I laughed quietly as I saw the reflex clenching of the muscles of her bottom and heard her gasp. I returned my hand to the outside of her nylon-sheathed thigh and slid it up her lush curved leg caressing her soft flesh through her stocking until I again reached the summit of the globe of her right buttock. I pinched the soft flesh gently and noted with amusement her instant instinctive reaction. The muscles of her buttocks clenched tightly and I could see the waves of contraction passing through the firm flesh under my caressing hand. I immediately released her flesh and continued to soothe her with a gentle caress.

The powerful feelings were too much for Louise and she gave a great shuddering sigh and a lot of the tension seemed to leave her body and I saw and felt the muscles of her ass relax and become quiescent under my hand. I had won another victory over my unwilling victim. Now that she was relaxed, even if anxious, I began to feel her bottom at my leisure. I passed my hands over the perfect globes squeezing and kneading the soft yet firm flesh.

The muscles of her bottom clenched and unclenched under the demanding attention of my exploring hands but she kept her thighs as closely together as she dared. I put up with this for a while and then I slid my right hand down the inside of her nylon-covered thigh to her knee and pressed slightly outwards. She understood at once and reluctantly parted her legs in response to my demanding hand. I continued to caress and mould her ass flesh with my left hand and slid my right hand between her newly parted thighs along the deep crack of her ass-cheeks on to her bare cunt which I began to feel.

Already moist, she rapidly became wet under my attention and I thoroughly coated my fingers in the juice from her sopping cunt. With my left hand I widely parted the twin globes of her perfect ass baring the puckered little brown rose of her ass-hole. She sighed deeply which became a gasp as I trailed my wet finger across her orifice. She gave a sharp gasp of horror as I gently but deliberately slid my finger past the outer ring of muscle, straight up her clinging bottom. "Oh God, No!!! You mustn't do that," she said shrilly, the teenage timbre very evident and making her sound very young when she was under stress.

I just laughed quietly and relaxed for a moment, enjoying the feel of the internal muscles of her ass as they clutched and pulled against my finger. She shuddered deeply again which had the delightful effect of pressing the full globes of her hanging breasts more firmly against the muscle of my calf. I began to slowly finger-fuck her delicious bottom and she was unable to remain still under the attention, wriggling on my lap in spite of herself and agitating my stiff prick deliciously. I slid a second finger into her ass and she gasped with a mixture of surprise and pain. I began to fuck the tight orifice with two fingers of my left hand deliberately stretching and loosening it. "Please stop," she begged, "this is so dirty, you mustn't do that to me." Her husband at last found his voice as well.

"For God's sake, leave her alone, you bastard," he got out almost in a whisper. I just smiled at him and continued to play with his sexy wife who continued to wriggle as she lay helplessly across my lap as I played with her reluctant body. I pushed my two invading fingers as far up her bottom as I could and held her impaled while I reached down with my free hand, slid it between the soft flesh of her breasts and the hard muscle of my calf and began to feel her, roughly moulding and squeezing the soft springy flesh of her firm breast. I could see her breast becoming reddened by my tormenting fingers and she groaned again loudly. Giving her captured breast another firm squeeze and eliciting an accompanying deep gasp of pain I released her and slipped my fingers out of her wet clinging ass.

I smiled at her husband as I smelt his wife on my fingers. I motioned for him to come over and stand by me which he did on reluctant dragging legs. I held up my left hand, extending the two fingers that had so recently held his wife impaled by the bottom and smiled at Peter.

"Clean my fingers," I ordered.

"I couldn't," he gasped, going visibly pale. I just sighed and reached out capturing his balls in the palm of my right hand and beginning to slowly squeeze. "Just get on with it," I said He reluctantly and with a look of sheer revulsion, took my two extended fingers into his mouth and began to gently suck them. I left his young wife lying waiting over my lap as I fucked his wet mouth with my fingers and felt his balls through the thin material of his wife's panties. I released his balls and slid my hand to his little prick which I gently wanked as I smiled up into his horrifies eyes as he cleaned my fingers of the mucus from his wife's ass. He rapidly stiffened and I removed my fingers from his mouth but made him stand helplessly beside me as I played with him.

I smiled at him as I glanced down at his stiff little prick.

"I think that you like being dressed in frillies and being wanked by a real man, Peter," I said maliciously, "only someone who was more of a girl than a man would get as excited as you seem to with what I am doing to you."

"I don't like it," he whispered, "I hate it and I hate you!" I heard Louise gasp and I laughed quietly and released his prick.

"Go and get our supper ready," I commanded, "I still haven't finished with sexy little Louise." They gave a simultaneous gasp and Peter moved slowly away to begin to prepare the supper. I could hear his high heels first on the carpet and then tip-tapping on the parquet flooring. As the room was open-plan, part lounge, part kitchen, I could continue to watch him as I played with his wife.

I turned my attention back to Louise and to improve her concentration I gave her bottom a sharp slap with my right hand which echoed through the room. She gave a convulsive jerk, deliciously agitating my stiff prick and I began to methodically spank the trembling plump white bottom so temptingly at my disposal on my lap.

I started relatively gently taking care not to land too many stokes in the same place and as her buttocks reddened I began to increase the force. With each slap, delicious waves and ripples spread over the plump flesh of the globes of her buttocks and her body jerked convulsively, exciting my stiff prick against her wet cunt. At first she began to wriggle gasping with each stroke and she even tried to escape from my lap to avoid the punishment but I held her cunt firmly against my prick by reaching down with my left hand and grasping her nipple. By pulling down firmly on her nipple I held her completely at my mercy and she wriggled and gasped under the spanking which was now becoming rather harder. She began to emit a soft cry as each slap landed and echoed through the room. Her husband looked across as he busied himself with the supper as I had ordered. He didn't dare stop doing what I had told him to but with an effort he said, "Why can't you leave her alone, you can see she has had enough. We haven't done anything to you."

I just laughed and carried on spanking his wife. As her ass began to be more clearly marked by the effects of my palm her cries became louder wordless moans. I increased the force of my strokes more and she began to emit wordless screams as each blow landed. I varied my target, thrashing the tops of her slender thighs as well as her plump fiery arse. She was gasping more loudly now and I felt a tell-tale warmth in my groin as her cunt moistened. Despite herself, and in spite of the pain, the spanking was exciting her again and she wriggled helplessly on my lap, desperately agitating her bare wet excited cunt against my prick. She gave a sudden loud cry and through all her pain came on my lap with a shattering orgasm. I stopped spanking her immediately and her cries subsided to a quiet sobbing as she burst into quiet tears again. I let her lie for a moment trembling across my lap as the waves of her orgasm faded. I could feel the wetness on my slacks over my prick where she had cum and I could smell her sweat.

I gently stroked her red arse and slipped two fingers up her again for a last quick finger-fuck of her tight little hole as I smiled across at her husband and let him see my fingers deep up his wife's tight bottom. I withdrew my fingers and gave her red arse cheek a last sharp slap.

She gasped in pain and shock. I let go of her nipple and pushed off my knee to the floor at my feet. She looked up at me in startled surprise. As she lay in front of me with splayed legs, the right leg out straight and the left bent at the knee her lacy garter belt made an erotic band around her trim waist and the suspenders formed a delicious frame for her wet gaping cunt. Tears ran down her face as she sobbed, her eyes all puffed up. I looked down at Louise and smiled, "Did you enjoy that darling?" I asked cruelly. She shuddered. "You came again anyway," I said with a smile. She blushed furiously and looked at her husband quickly before looking away. She did not answer and I smiled quietly to myself and motioned for her to get up. She struggled to her feet and stood looking down at me. For the moment all her resistance appeared over and she seemed devoid of initiative.

"Go and have a shower, Louise darling, change into your sexiest nightdress, and it had better be one that I will like, and then come down and have your supper." She sighed and went to the door on trembling unsteady legs looking across the room at her husband as she went. I relaxed and lay back on the soft settee as I looked across at Peter as we listened to his wife's steps receding up the stairs. He looked back fearfully and I could see that he was gently trembling. I could see that he had finished setting out the supper and was avoiding coming back into the lounge.

"Come over here," I said quietly and he came reluctantly and stood in front of me. I lay back and looked up at him as he stood blushing. I ran my eyes over his plump rather feminine form and my thoughts went to the other young husband whose feminisation I had begun (see 'Derek and Susan'). If anything Peter, standing clad in his wife's sexy underwear was even more effeminate-looking than Derek/Debbie had been when I first met him. Peter had rather plump breast mounds with prominent cone-shaped nipples now protruding against the lacy material of the nearly transparent slip. I let him see me casually examining him from head to toe and his blush deepened. His rather plump chest narrowed a little to his waist although there was a cute swell to his belly and then broadened out to rather plump roomy feminine hips. He had slender virtually hairless legs well displayed by the sheer nylon stockings. I felt my prick stir again as I looked him over and decided to have a little fun with him while I waited for Louise.

"Take off my shoes and socks," I ordered and without a word he knelt at my feet and complied, loosening first one shoe and then the other and sliding off my socks. I let him stand again.

"Now the sweater," I said and raised my arms. He pulled the sweater over my head and without thinking folded it and put it on the arm of the settee.

"Unfasten my zip and pull off my trousers," I said quietly. He gasped and bit his lip.

Without meeting my eyes he reached for my zipper and pulled it down being very careful not to touch my erect prick which immediately protruded through my open trousers. I raised my ass from the settee to allow him to pull off my trousers. I was now naked and erect and I grinned up at him as he folded my trousers and laid them on top of my sweater. "That's a good girl," I said with malice and watched with pleasure as his face flamed. He could not meet my eyes. I began to pressure him and he looked more and more uncomfortable. "How often do you fuck your sexy little wife?" I asked him. He looked miserably at me but like his wife, his resistance appeared to have crumbled rather easily. He made a couple of attempts but finally got the words out.

"Two or three times a week," he whispered.

"Is that all?" I said incredulously, "such a sexy wife and is that all? What else do you do when you are by yourself and Louise is out? I bet that you have a wank then don't you?"

I asked him suddenly. I saw the guilty look of shame in his eyes but he was too afraid to lie to me. He looked down at me with desolate eyes.

"Sometimes" he whispered.

"Right" I said "I feel like a nice wank to get me ready to fuck your wife so get on with it". I reached up and took his hand with my right hand and cupped his balls with my left as I drew him down on to the settee beside me. He would not meet my eyes and did not look at my prick. I waited a moment and then looked at him and squeezed his balls gently but warningly. He got the message immediately and hesitantly reached out, grasped my stiff shaft in his hand and began to toss me off. He was not bad at it and worked up a nice rhythm manipulating my prick in his soft little hand. I smiled at him. "You are quite good at this Peter darling. Just go a bit faster". He blushed furiously but gripped me a little tighter and lengthened the stroke and began to wank me harder.

"That's just right Peter" I said "that's exactly how I like to be tossed off." I lay back enjoying the sensations flooding me as the effeminate young husband manipulated my stiff prick with unconscious expertise.

I decided to take things a lot further.

"Does Louise suck you off Peter?" I asked casually. He passed in his rhythmical stimulation of my prick and I squeezed his balls warningly again. He hurriedly resumed the delicious stroking but did not answer.

"Well?" I asked again, this time squeezing his balls more firmly he gasped with pain and flashed me a glance.

"Sometimes she does," he said almost inaudibly.

"And do you enjoy it?" I asked. He just nodded.

"Well I like it as well and since Louise isn't here, you can suck me off." I felt him stiffen with shock and his hand stopped its rhythmical stimulation.

"Oh God, I couldn't," he gasped, "please don't force me. It is so horrible."

"You certainly can Peter darling" I said with a smile, putting one hand round his shoulders and moving his face towards my groin, "you don't think it is horrible when Louise does it to you, do you?"

He still tried to pull back as he smelt the male tang of my sweat but I just squeezed his balls a little more firmly and soon I felt his breath on my balls and the softness of his tongue as he began to lick me. I put my hand on his soft hair and pressed his head into my groin.

"Lick me harder," I said, "go all over my prick and balls". I relaxed back, enjoying the sensation while the plump girlish-looking young man licked all round my balls and stiff prick with his reluctant tongue. I noticed that he although he had accepted licking my balls and the shaft of my prick he was carefully avoiding the threatening swell of my knobhead. I squeezed his balls to get his attention and he looked up at me, not daring to pause in his work.

"Kneel between my legs facing me," I said quietly. He knew better than to hesitate and scrambled down kneeling between my spread thighs as I released his balls. I looked down at the submissive young husband kneeling in his sexy slip between my spread thighs. To my pleasure, as he bent forward, I could see down the front of his slip to the suggestion of a slight cleavage caused by he prominent breast mounds as he hunched his shoulders.

"Now take the end of my prick into your mouth and suck me off." He looked hopelessly up at me and bent forward. I watched with pleasure as he took a prick between his lips for the first time. I reached down and put my hand on his soft hair pushing his mouth firmly on to my prick.

"Wank me gently into your mouth," I ordered, "and suck my prick as you wank. Look at me while you are doing it and don't dare move your eyes from mine. Just keep on sucking me off until I tell you that you can stop." He got the message very quickly and before long I was looking down at my new little cocksucker with his soft wet lips firmly closed around my thick shaft, his wide eyes fixed on mine, tossing me off into his mouth and giving me a really pretty competent blowjob.

"Every so often, Peter, pause in sucking but keep on wanking. Draw your lips back so that only about an inch of my prick is in your mouth and run your soft tongue over the bottom rim of my knobhead." He did as he was told without hesitation and a delicious wave of sensation flooded through my whole body from my prick and balls washing up my back and down my legs.

"You are a really good little cocksucker Peter," I said cruelly. He mechanically went back to tossing me off into his mouth drawing my stiff prick deeply between his soft wet lips and sucking me off with just the right degree of suction as the blush deepened on his cheeks. I just lay back and watched him humiliating himself as he sucked off a man for the first time enjoying the distaste in his eyes. He was doing such a good job that I could feel the pressure beginning to build in my balls. In spite of his lack of experience and his repugnance he was such a natural cocksucker that I knew that I would not last long. As I felt the pressure continue to build in my balls I held his head with both hands and pushed my prick deeper towards the back of his throat. My prick hardened more and I came in a shattering ejaculation which flooded my body with waves of sensation. I felt the jets of hot cum drowning his mouth and throat as I held him firmly on my prick.

He gave a loud gasp as he felt the hot cum and blushed deeply more deeply with shame. As I came into her husband's mouth the door opened and Louise came in. She took one look at the scene on the settee and went pale as she saw her young husband on his knees sucking off a naked man. "Oh my God!" she whispered. I held her husband's head firmly for a moment my softening prick still between his lips and then I moved his head back gently so that he released my shaft. A thin trickle of white cum ran from the corner of his mouth highlighted in the roseate blush of his embarrassment. He rubbed his mouth furiously with the back of his hand and remained on his knees obviously waiting for instructions.

Being compelled to suck me off appeared to have destroyed the last vestige of his resistance. "Get on and open the wine for your wife and I," I ordered, "go and clean your teeth and then be ready to serve us our supper." He struggled to his feet went to the kitchen where he opened a bottle of white wine and put it in a wine cooler. Then he crossed to the door to the hall passing Louise without a glance as he went to the bathroom. I looked at her as she stood just inside the door. She was wearing a pale peach coloured low-cut virtually transparent baby-doll nightdress just long enough to reach her hips and a pair of high-cut matching, very skimpy panties pulled right up into the groove of her cunt. The bodice was very simple and fitted to her firm full bosom and so low-cut that more than half of her creamy breasts were on display. There was no lace on the very simple garment but on her well- rounded figure it was stunningly effective. To complete the effect Louise had left her hair loose and it fell in sexy blonde waves and curls to the bare velvety flesh of her shoulders.

"You look absolutely sensational, Louise darling," I said sincerely. She glanced quickly at me and blushed. I patted the settee beside me.

"Come and sit down," I smiled at her. With noticeable reluctance she crossed the room and gingerly sat beside me, instinctively pulling down the inadequate hem of her nightie.

I let her see me looking appreciatively at her, running my eyes up from her knees to the junction of her closed thighs so inadequately concealed by the tight panties. She blushed as she followed my eyes. Just then the door opened and Peter came in. I looked at him. "You can serve us our supper now. We will have it here. Pour us some wine first." He brought a long coffee table and put it in front of the settee and then poured a glass of wine for his wife and I.

"Now you can serve the supper," I said. The humiliated husband served a light supper for his wife and I and I kept him kneeling on the other side of the low coffee table with his thighs spread and his hands behind him, only allowing him to move when I needed him to bring something from the kitchen. He was obviously uncomfortable kneeling on the carpet and kept fidgeting but I ignored him as I enjoyed my supper. Louise ate very sparingly, continually glancing at her husband who did not meet her eyes. The supper must have seemed endless to him but at last I finished and told him to clear it away. He rose from his knees but I stopped him with a gesture. "I am going to take your wife to bed now," I said casually, "take the wine upstairs and pour us a glass and then come down and do the washing-up." The pair both gasped and just looked at me but I stood up and without giving Louise time to object I took her hand and with gentle persistence, pulled her to her feet ignoring her husband. I walked to the door and went straight up the stairs drawing the reluctant young blonde after me. I entered the bedroom and looked around. The room was dominated by a large bed and was lit by subdued concealed lighting. There was fresh flowers in vases on each of the small bedside tables and the room was filled with their scent. I nodded approvingly.

"Very nice," I said quietly, almost to myself, "just right." I went and lay down on the bed and motioned for Louise to join me which she reluctantly did. I could feel how tense she was by the rigidity in her muscles. The door opened and Peter entered carrying the wine cooler and two glasses. I looked across at him over his wife's reclining body. "Pour us both a glass of wine and go and do the washing up. When you have finished, come back in here and sit in that chair over there until I tell you to move." I said quietly, indicating a chair with a good view of the bed. He gulped nervously, poured our wine and left the room. I listened with amusement to his high heels as they receded down the stairs and turned to Louise, who glanced at me anxiously and then dropped her eyes quickly. I ran my hand gently up her thigh towards the hem of her nightdress and with a great intake of air, she gasped and blushed bright red. I removed my hand from her thigh and smiled into her anxious eyes. "Prop yourself up a moment darling," I said quietly and she raised herself obediently on her elbows. I positioned the pillows so that she was slightly propped up and with slight pressure on her shoulder, moved her so that she was lying on her back. I looked into her eyes and put my hand on the inside of her thigh just above her knee. I could see her lower lip trembling and she was gently shaking with nerves.

"Pull your heels up to your bottom and spread your thighs," I said quietly. She just looked at me and did not move. I sighed and hooked my hand behind her knee and drew it upright, pulling her heel up the bed so that the ball of her heel brushed her pantie-covered bottom. "Now the other one," I ordered and, looking up helplessly at the ceiling, she obeyed without hesitation. She was now lying on her back, propped up on the pillows with her heels against her bottom and her thighs firmly together, upright and tightly closed with her knees touching. The short nightie had slipped down her thighs leaving them bare but was lying in folds concealing her pantie-covered cunt. I put a hand on the inside of each knee and gently but firmly spread her thighs. She made no real effort to stop me but gave a little sob as she looked up into my eyes. I lay on one elbow looking back into her cloudy blue eyes and, without shifting my gaze I reached for the hem of her nightdress and folded it across the plump feminine curve of her belly at about the level of the cute indentation of her navel where it was caressed by the elastic at the waist of her tight panties. Her cunt was covered only by virtually transparent tight-fitting peach-coloured nylon and I looked at it with pleasure as the embarrassed girl blushed furiously. Her tight panties moulded closely to the plump fleshy outer lips of her well made cunt and the gentle swell of her mound was decorated by an attractive little blonde fleece, clearly visible through her panties. I smiled into her eyes and gently ran my finger along the gaping groove of her cunt feeling her through her panties. She sighed deeply, a sigh that progressed to a deep sobbing intake of breath. I began to play gently with her cunt through her panties as I looked into her eyes, moving from the delicate area behind her slit along her groove until I could just flick the prominent bud of her clitoris.

Despite herself she began to breathe more heavily and I felt her hips twitch as I felt her cunt rapidly moistening under my fingers and the dark stain of her reluctant excitement was obvious on the thin nylon covering of her twitching cunt. I began to feel her more deliberately and her hips, despite herself began to squirm a little on the bed as she moved under my fingers and her breathing began to quicken. I carried on working her up with my fingers and then, smiling down into her eyes, I slipped two fingers up the leg of her panties and began to slowly and deliberately explore her bare wet cunt. She gave another deep gasp and her breathing became more ragged. She screwed up her eyes, overcome by the sensations flooding her from the centre of her being. Her whole world seemed to have contracted into the waves of sensation emanating from her hot wet cunt. I slipped two fingers straight into her and began to gently finger-fuck the shaking young girl. She gasped, tensed and blushed more furiously but was unable to control the movement of her hips as, despite herself, she began to become aroused as I began to finger her more deeply. I could smell her reluctant excitement. I bent and brushed her lips with mine and her eyes widened. I slipped my fingers from her clinging cunt and put my hand down the front of her panties and gently cupped her as I looked into her eyes and said quietly.

"Take off your panties Louise." Her hands went to her waist and as she looked into my eyes she hooked her fingers into the waist of her panties and, lifting her bottom slightly from the bed supporting herself on her heels raised her parted thighs so that they were more together and pointed at the ceiling. She slipped her panties up her thighs to her knees and then I took over sliding them down her calves and off over her pretty feet. I looked into her eyes with a smile as I put the delicate wet fabric to my face and breathed deeply in her feminine essence. Her eyes widened again as she watched me and I dropped her wet panties on the floor beside the bed. I looked down at her and put a hand on the inside of each knee and gently but firmly spread her thighs again. The pink slit of her pretty cunt gaped widely again and the wet sheen of her excitement was very evident in the subdued lighting.

"Give me a nice wank Louise, and get me ready. I feel like a nice slow fuck". She gasped with shock looked up at me, bit her bottom lip and said quietly, "Pleased don't. I have never been with anyone except Peter." I looked down at her and smiled as I slipped my hand between her spread thighs. I slid my middle finger from the back of her slit along the smooth flesh of her perineum to the dimple of her ass which I gently pressed. She flushed even deeper but I did not persist, drawing my fingers back along her firm flesh to her cunt and sliding two fingers straight up her. I began a gentle but firm and deep finger-fuck brushing the firm nub of her engorged clitoris with the ball of my thumb. She gasped again and her eyes widened and her hips began to twitch on the bed again under my tormenting fingers. "Get on with it," I said curtly. She gave a deep sigh, and reaching out tentatively, wrapped her small fingers around my semi-hard shaft just below the crown of my knob-head and began to wank my prick nice and firmly. I rapidly became stiff and I looked mockingly down into her eyes as I played with her pretty cunt and enjoyed the feeling of her hand on me.

"You are really very good at this aren't you Louise," I said mockingly. Her cunt was very wet under my probing fingers and she was beginning to pant again more deeply. I slipped a third finger inside the panting sweating girl and I began to finger-fuck her wet cunt rather harder as she wanked me. Peter came in and stood dumbstruck just inside the door as he watched me playing with his wife. I looked across at him as Louise continued wanking me, too afraid to pause. "You are a very lucky man Peter," I said with a smile, "your wife really knows how to wank a man properly. She must have had plenty of practice, probably before she met you." They both gasped and Louise's face flamed. "I've only ever been with Peter," she said again. I laughed with derision. "You are so good at this," I said, nodding down at her little hand as it rhythmically stroked and excited my thick shaft, "that you can't tell me that you have never wanked anyone else." She would not meet my eyes. "Well, Louise?" I persisted. "I used to do this with my first boy-friend," she said very quietly, "he used to make me do it to him all the time." I heard Peter gasp loudly. Clearly this was news to him! I laughed and pointed at the chair. "Just sit down like a good girl while I fuck your wife". I said. Peter looked at me with hate and fear in his eyes and sat down on nerveless legs which almost seemed to collapse under him. I grinned at him and I turned to concentrate on his wife. I lay on my side on one elbow with my fingers hard up the pretty young blonde who looked at me hesitantly as she wanked my stiff shaft. The stimulation of her expert attention had caused precum to ooze from my prick and I watched with pleasure as it moistened the curled fingers of her little hand, shining softly in the subdued lighting.. I could see that she was trying to say something and after a few tries it came out. "You can't make love to me like this," she said in a whisper, ""you just can't. I am not on the Pill. I don't want to get pregnant." I just laughed. "Please," she begged, "if you are going to make love to me against my will, please use something, please, please don't make me pregnant." I laughed again and brushed her clitoris more firmly. Her hips twitched convulsively and she gasped again.. "Firstly, I am not going to make love to you, I am going to fuck you," I said, "and secondly I never use anything. I love making young wives pregnant. Don't worry Louise, it may not happen. It may be your lucky night." "Oh God!" she whispered not meeting my eyes, "you have to use something. I am in my most fertile period now." I laughed again. "Bad luck then, Louise," I commiserated, "it probably won't be your lucky night after all!" A tear rolled down her cheek as she sobbed with anguish. I smiled across at her husband who glared back at me. I drew his sexy young wife towards me slipping my arm around her and, looking into her wide eyes lowered my lips to hers. I did not press at first just content to explore her soft lips but then I began to explore her closed lips with the tip of my tongue becoming steadily more demanding until, despite herself, her eyes widened further and her lips parted under mine. I took possession of her soft mouth and began to kiss her deeply, exploring her slowly and completely as her tongue writhed against mine. As I kissed her I slipped my left arm on which I had been propped up round her back pulling her to me. I moved my left hand under her armpit on to her breast which I began to thoroughly feel through the thin fabric of her nightdress. She gasped into my mouth with three fingers hard up her I continued my slow deep finger- fuck as I kissed her and felt her breast. Her hips began to twitch rhythmically against my fingers on the bed despite herself as her breathing became more ragged against my mouth. I took my hand from her cunt and, holding her firmly by the breast, grasped her thigh and turned her partly on her side so that she was facing me. I took her little wrist in my right hand and, as I was kissing her, moved it from my prick which was now as stiff as it ever had been. I lifted her thigh so that it was over mine giving me ready access to her and I slid my eight inch prick straight up her tight wet cunt. With a deep gasp she took the whole length of prick with no problem and I slowly began to fuck her while I kissed her deeply and worked on her hot little tongue. I looked across her body and I could see her husband sitting tensely watching us with fascinated horror but not daring to move. I knew that Louise was becoming very excited despite her anxiety. My earlier manipulation of her wet cunt had worked her up as evidenced by the rhythmical twitching of her hips. Indeed, she was beginning to pant more raggedly into my mouth and her hips began to move frantically as, despite herself, she tried to thrust her pubic bone into me so that she could push her cunt as deeply on to my prick as she could. She started making little wordless squeaks against my mouth in time with each thrust. I took my lips from hers and, looking into her eyes, moved her gently but firmly on to her back so that I was over her, supported on my arms, between her plump but firm thighs stuck hard up her. I bent forward and pressed my lips to hers again. This time her mouth opened under mine without hesitation and I began to fuck her more deeply. Her thighs instinctively wrapped around my back and she clasped me tightly. I felt her heels pressing into me and her nails beginning to claw my shoulders. Her breathing became shallower and faster and a blush started on her neck and spread to her chest. I took my mouth from hers and she threw her head back and began to gasp loudly. I moved my hands to her big firm breasts and began to squeeze them through the silk of her nightdress in time with my thrusts. I could feel her approaching orgasm as her fit young body writhed under me. I took my lips from hers and as I was fucking his wife deeply and hard I looked across to where Peter was sitting tensely watching. "Watch your wife Peter," I said. "I am going to make her come and with luck, give her a baby". As I said that Louise gave a shuddering gasp and became rigid as an orgasm swept through her sweaty excited body. I continued to fuck her deeper and harder as I looked into her staring eyes. I began to feel the pressure building in my balls and I gave a couple of hard final thrusts and came hard shooting jet after jet of potent cum into the young wife's unprotected fertile womb.

Breathing heavily, I lay with my stiff prick buried in Louise's hot wet cunt gently fondling her beautiful breasts while I watched her husband as he glared angrily but helplessly at me. The shocked young girl slowly began to get her breathing under control and when she had calmed down I kissed her gently to get her attention and, still stuck up her, said quietly so that they could both hear, "I have just deposited my cum in your womb Louise. If you are not pregnant after that it will be a miracle. I want you pregnant after tonight."

Louise lay in a state of shock under me sobbing quietly. I enjoyed the rhythmical reflex squeezing of her tight velvet soft cunt muscles as my softening prick was massaged by her sobbing. Unsuspectingly she was contributing to her own downfall by drawing the last drops of cum from my prick. I rolled off her and lay with my hands behind my head. "Go and have a shower," I said shortly, "and then come back to bed. Put on a clean nightdress but no panties. Peter, pour me some wine and then go and make some coffee." I knew that she would try to wash my cum from her cunt but I also knew that it was probably too late. She was going to be fucked again anyway before the night was over. I lay watching Peter as he poured my wine enjoying his discomfiture as he stood in his pretty feminine underwear serving a man he had just watched, but not dared to stop, fuck his wife in front of him. He was standing close by the side of the bed and the temptation was just too much. I reached out a hand and cupped his balls. He stiffened but didn't dare to move away. I smiled up at him as I felt his little balls, noting the immediate stiffening of his little boy's prick which I began to gently wank through the material of his panties. I made him stand there as I relaxed and recovered from my exertions with his young wife, and enjoyed casually playing with the reluctant straight young man. I could feel him becoming tense as I wanked him a little harder and he began to breathe more heavily. I smiled up at him and released his prick. He gave a sigh of relief. "Pass me my wine and then go and make the coffee," I ordered, taking the wine glass from his shaking hand and watching him carefully walking on his unaccustomed high heels as he crossed the bedroom to the door. As he left the bathroom door opened and Louise came in modestly wrapped in a towel. I grinned across at her. "A bit late for modesty, Louise darling," I laughed. She blushed and went to her dressing-table from where she took from a drawer a short nightdress in very pale pink. It was almost transparent. She slipped it over her head, shook out her hair and dropped the towel before turning to face me. I took my time looking her over and her blush deepened under my scrutiny, her cheeks matching the delicate colour of her flimsy nightdress. The nightdress was very short reaching only about an inch below the junction of her thighs. It had a low plunging neckline revealing her deep cleavage and was fitted very snugly to her breasts. There was no lace on the simple neckline and her prominent nipples and large pink areolae were very evident through the thin material. I ran my eyes from her head to her feet and she flushed slightly deeper. The hemline of the sexy nightie was trimmed with a little frill of lace and this was just thick enough to hide but revealing enough to provide tantalising flashes of her soft pubic fleece. I smiled at her. "Brush your hair, Louise, and then come back to bed." She bit her lip as she looked at me but went and sat at the dressing table and picked up her hair-brush. As she began to rhythmically brush her hair I watched her with pleasure. She kept glancing at me in the mirror and coloured as she saw my eyes on her. I like watching women in intimate moments such as this almost as much as fucking them, almost but not quite! I enjoyed the sight of the muscles moving under her soft flesh and the tightening and lifting of her full breast pressing against the delicate fabric of her nightdress as she raised her arms to her hair. Finally she was finished. She sighed and put the brush down on the dressing table and sat looking into the mirror. I just waited and, as I knew it would, the tension became too much for her. She glanced quickly at me in the mirror and saw my eyes on her. I smiled at her and patted the bed beside me. She stood and reluctantly came to the bed, first sitting and then lying beside me on her back, her hands at her sides, fists clenched and looking up at the ceiling. I could feel the tension in her body. I could smell the delicate perfume of her talc and I knew that I did not smell so sweet. Needless to say, this did not trouble me much! The door opened and Peter came in with a tray with a pot of coffee which he carried carefully over and put down on the bedside table. He was still having trouble negotiating his high heels! He glanced at me and I nodded. He poured three cups and handed me one before going round the foot of the bed and putting a cup on the bedside table beside his wife. They did not look at one another. Louise pulled herself up so that she was sitting half-upright resting against the pillows. With one hand she modestly pulled down the hem of her brief nightdress as far as she could and reached for her coffee. I looked up at her husband and patted the bed beside me. He took off his shoes and lay down. I sat up a little drinking my coffee between the pretty pair and my thoughts were of a similar occasion in a house not too far from here when I lay between Derek and Susan (see 'Derek and Susan'). My thoughts began to wander to Peter. Apart from playing with his balls and gently wanking him I had left him alone. I remembered the fun that I had had with Derek and the plan for the night began to clarify in my mind. A similar night to the first I had spent with Derek and Susan would be just fine by me. I finished my coffee and gave the cup to Peter to put on the bedside table. The young couple had already finished theirs and were lying tensely beside me. "OK you two, I'll sleep in the middle so that if I feel like it in the night I can have which ever of you I fancy. I was going to make you sleep on the floor Peter so that you could listen to me fucking your lovely wife but you are too good to waste. I have plans for you!" I could feel the sexy soft waves of Louise's hair brushing my naked shoulder as she lay beside me gently trembling with nerves. "It's time to settle down for the night," I said and, without prompting, Peter lowered the level of the bedside lights. The bedroom was now just lit by a romantic subdued glow from a hidden source. I had only come once this evening and I now felt full of energy and ready again. I decided to give the young couple a nasty surprise. Although they did not know it I had done this before and the memory was very fresh. "Louise," I said suddenly. She gave a little start and turned her head to me and I could see her eyes shining in the dim light. "You can go to sleep. I don't need you at present. Just make sure that you don't touch your cunt. If I find you playing with yourself I'll spank your sexy bottom." I ignored her and turned to her husband "Now, Peter, I have left you alone until now but I feel like a bit of fun before I go to sleep, how about you". He looked sick and miserable but did not reply. I put my arm round him and drew his softly rounded young body against me, pulling him to me so that our cocks met but our upper bodies were still apart. I knew that he could smell my sweat but I didn't much care. I looked into his eyes and began to gently rub my big man's prick against his little boy's organ as I had done with Debbie. It felt incredibly sexy through the nylon of his slip and panties and I rapidly became erect. I felt his little pencil-prick becoming hard under the silky fabric. I smiled in the darkness. "Do you like that Peter? You are getting very excited" I whispered. He gulped but did not reply and I gently continued rubbing our pricks together in a handless mutual wank. I slipped one hand behind him and began to cup and fondle his soft sexy buttocks while pulling him on to my cock continuing the gentle prick-wank. With the other hand I began to feel the soft mounds of his chest through the sexy material of his slip. His erect nipples rubbed deliciously against my hand through the sheer nylon. I felt his little arse twitch and he groaned. I knew that, in spite of himself, the gentle stroking I was giving his little knob with my prick was getting to him.

"Do you like that?" I asked quietly again. He groaned. I could hear his wife breathing heavily behind me as I played with her young husband. I could feel her soft hair on my back but she knew better than to interfere. I looked into Peter's frightened eyes and put my lips to his in a dominating kiss that brooked no refusal.

His lips opened under mine and I began a long soft sexy deep kiss that must have seemed unending to him. I did not allow his tongue to move forward but took immediate possession of his mouth and began to thoroughly explore it with my demanding tongue. I was looking into his wide and startled eyes all the time and I began to increase the pressure of my hand on his plump bottom, pulling him even closer onto me and rubbing his little cock just a little more firmly with my prick and balls.

I felt his arse twitch convulsively and he gave a breathy squeak into my mouth. I knew that he had come all over his plump thighs and belly, soiling his panties. I took my lips from his and smiled at my young victim.

"I told you that you would enjoy it" I said, my hands still occupied with his arse and his little tits. I heard his wife's gasping horrified breathing intensify, aghast at what was happening but knowing that she was unable to prevent it.

"It's a pity that you have dirtied your panties Peter" I said maliciously, "you will have to sleep in them now" He looked at me miserably. I had decided what would get me nicely off to sleep.

"I feel like a nice wank before I go to sleep so get on with it". I said abruptly, pulling my body from his to give him access to my prick and balls. He did not move. I just looked at him and he hesitantly reached out, put his hand on my prick and began to toss me off working up a nice rhythm as he gripped my thick shaft in his soft little hand. I smiled at him as he humiliated himself and pulled him towards me.

"Don't stop what you are doing" I said. I put my hand behind his head into his soft hair and pulled his face to my sweaty chest putting his mouth to my erect nipple. "Just you suck on that, you sexy little bitch, and keep wanking me" I felt his lips close around my erect nipple and I pressed it into his mouth.

"Get sucking" I commanded. My hand was still between us and I was feeling his immature teenage-girlie tits. I worked his slip up at the back and put my hand down the waist band of his panties on his bare plump buttocks while he was sucking my nipple and vigorously tossing me off. I pressed firmly with my hand against the cleft of his buttocks and his thighs reluctantly parted. I moved him to the other nipple taking pleasure in the complete control of my reluctant young partner. I knew that this would not last long as I could feel the familiar hot tingle in my balls. Peter's eyes widened and he reflexly sucked harder on my erect nipple as he felt the spasm in my prick. I pressed my middle finger slowly right up his moist arsehole to the root and held his bottom on my splayed hand as, remembering what I had done to Debbie, I came deliberately all over his belly and thighs, soaking his slip and his side of the bed with my copious cum.

"Now you'll have to sleep in my cum as well as your own" I said. I could hear Louise's shallow breathing behind me and I knew that she was not asleep. I released Peter giving his arse a short finger-fuck before I let him go. He lay on his back in the pool of cum with his soiled slip and panties sticking to his belly and thighs as I put the finger that had been up his arse to his lips.

"Suck that" I commanded. He just looked sick and shook his head. I pushed it into his reluctant mouth and worked it round until it was clean then I dried it on his hair. He looked at me with bleak hatred. "I am going to get some sleep," I said, "during the night stay where you are" I relaxed back and rapidly fell asleep leaving the young couple to their own devices.

I woke much later and was rather surprised to find both Peter and Louise asleep. Of course they were bound to have been exhausted as much by the emotional tension as by the physical effort I had forced on them but I was still a little surprised that their nerves allowed them to sleep. I lay for a moment looking at the ceiling thinking of the sexy pair I had in bed with me and, not altogether to my surprise, my prick began to stiffen. I turned to Louise who was lying half on her back turned away from me with her thighs slightly parted. I slipped a hand between her plump thighs from the back and gently began to feel her fleshy cunt enjoying the softness of her pubic fleece. She stirred slightly in her sleep and sighed.

I began to fondle her a little more firmly, slipping my finger between the plump outer lips of her cunt and beginning a gentle finger-fuck flicking her clitoris from time to time. She began to become moist under my attentions, sighed again and woke up with a gasp. I gently turned her face towards me and began to kiss her. As soon as my lips met hers her mouth opened allowing me full possession. I kissed the sleepy young blonde awake, took my lips momentarily from hers, and whispered in her ear, "Do you fancy another fuck, Louise darling?"

She shivered a little with nerves as she woke fully, became aware of her surroundings and recalled her situation. She sighed deeply. My freedom of movement was too restricted in this position so I moved my hand from between her thighs, put my arm round her and slipped my hand straight up under the hem of her short nightdress on to her cunt. I gently ran my finger down the groove of her slit and she shivered. Her cunt began to moisten again and I realised now that her nerves were beginning to settle just how excitable and sexy a woman she was. I began to finger-fuck her as gently as I could just using about half an inch of my finger Louise began to pant and rapidly became much wetter in my hand. I began to gently kiss her as I moved my exploring finger forwards to the hard little bud of her clitoris and I began to gently caress and stroke it.

She gave a great shudder and pulled her lips from mine and buried her face in my chest. Without warning her body went into spasm against me as the waves of a powerful orgasm swept through her. Her cunt flooded into my hand and I kept on stroking and fondling her clitoris. She rolled on to her back, pulled her heels up to her arse and splayed her thighs as she came again. I took my hand from her wet cunt and began to gently feel her breasts through the sheer bodice of her nightdress as I gave her a deep kiss which she now accepted. I lowered my lips to her breast and began to suck on her prominent nipple through the nylon of her nightdress. Louise was trembling from the effects of her recent orgasms. I took her small hand and moved it to my stiff prick which she grasped and began to wank with instinctive skill. I sucked more powerfully on her stiff nipple, drawing the areola into my mouth. She groaned and put her hand on my head pressing it into her breast. She clearly had very sensitive nipples and having them sucked certainly aroused her in spite of her anxiety and tension. I slipped the low-cut neckline of her nightdress down and freed a plump breast tipped with a bullet-hard nipple which I began to suck and tease with my lips and tongue. She groaned again and clutched my hair, pressing me into her.

Her heels pressed against the bed and her thighs were so wide that I could see the pink slash of her gaping cunt in the dim light of the bedroom. I started to work her up with another gentle finger-fuck, teasing her hard little clitoris. She was rapidly losing her inhibitions under the continual stimulation and now, for the first time, she took the initiative, pulling my head from her breast with her hand in my hair and pressing her lips to mine. I put my tongue to her lips which immediately parted allowing me the freedom of her mouth. She was panting into my kiss as the sensations emanating from her hot cunt swept through her excited body. I did not want her to come in my hand so I gently rolled on to her between her splayed thighs and, without breaking the kiss gently pushed the whole length of my stiff prick straight up her wet receptive cunt as I looked into her wide baby-blue eyes. I took my lips from hers and raised myself off her so that I could feel her plump breasts while I was fucking her. I began a slow gentle fuck while I fondled her firm breasts trough the sexy material of her nightdress. I was not riding her hard as I would have liked her to begin to enjoy my attentions but her anxiety made this too much to really expect. I made sure as I was fucking her that I was far enough forward that the front of my prick rubbed and stimulated her clitoris with each stroke. I was only using about half of my prick and the internal muscles of her cunt were massaging my organ deliciously. I looked into her eyes, "Are you enjoying this Louise?"

I asked quietly. She bit her lip and looked up at me. I knew the struggle that she was having admitting it to herself and to me so I just waited, feeling her firm breasts as I gently fucked her.

"You mustn't," she whispered, "you are raping me. I don't want to have a baby. If you won't stop, please use something." I smiled down at her.

"You don't really want me to stop, you are enjoying it too much. I told you before, I never use anything. If you have a baby, that's just too bad."

She gasped and I saw a tear at the corner of her eye but her hips continued to move sweetly and rhythmically under me as I rode her gently. I began to fuck her a little harder using a longer stroke and pressing deeper into her. It became clear that now she was beginning to relax she was not at all inexperienced. Her hips began to move more with each of my thrusts until we had worked up a nice rhythm. She clasped her thighs around my waist and pulled me hard into her cunt with each stroke. I started to ride her more roughly and she began to emit a high pitched squeal with each stroke as my stiff prick massaged her hard clitoris. She was now writhing and sweating under me, her blue eyes wide and staring with the intensity of the emotions that were sweeping through her. I could see the tell-tale flush spread from her cheeks to her shoulders and down across her upper chest and I felt the warmth in my balls and lay further forward on her perspiring body. I squeezed her breasts firmly and pressed my lips to hers taking possession of her mouth as my prick spasmed and I came up her hot cunt. Simultaneously she gave a kind of loud squeal as her whole body was overtaken by orgasmic spasms. She was gasping in to my mouth as I withdrew my lips from hers and buried my face in her hair lying on her sweating body. She sighed and her thighs unclasped from round my waist to lie spread and relaxed on the bed. She slowly brought her breathing under control as I lay on her with my softening prick in her wet cunt. I lay on her, ensuring that my cum as deeply embedded in her womb before rolling off her. I fell asleep almost straight away, leaving the worried young wife awake alone with her fears.

As always, I awoke early and ready for action the next morning. Peter and Louise were both awake as I could tell by their breathing but they did not speak. I stretched and turned to Peter who immediately stiffened.

"You can go down and make me a nice strong cup of coffee and don't be all day. When you come back, sit on that chair where you were last night until I am ready for you. Don't forget to put your shoes on." I added maliciously.

He got off the bed and sat on the chair as he forced his feet into the high-heeled shoes and went to the door, his slip clinging to his sticky thighs. I turned to Louise and slipped my arm around her straight under her armpit and on to her full breast. I began to firmly feel her as, with the other hand I tilted her chin and kissed her deeply. She panted against my lips as I squeezed her fleshy breast and I released her lips and smiled into her eyes.

"You are a very pretty girl, you know," I said "just what a man needs in his bed in the morning to wake up to."

I carried on feeling the reluctant blonde and taking possession of her mouth again slowly deepening my kiss until I heard her husband come in with my coffee. He put it down beside me and stood angrily watching me playing with his wife. I took my lips from Louise's sweet-smelling mouth and let the young husband watch me put my other hand between his wife's plump thighs, finger-fucking her casually as I looked up at him.

"Sit down over there" I ordered and I knew that he would comply. I let him watch me play with his wife for a while, enjoying his humiliation. Louise squirmed in my arms and I could smell her cunt, excited despite her anxiety and tension.

"We don't need you watching us Peter" I said "you'd be better employed downstairs cooking my breakfast. I want a nice full breakfast, ham and eggs and all the trimmings with plenty of coffee. Go and get on with it and call me when it's ready if I am not down already."

He got up and went out with a last look at his wife in my arms. I took my hand from between Louise's plump thighs and had a drink of my coffee, smelling with pleasure the mingled aromas of her essence and that of the strong coffee. I put my cup down and smiled at her.

"Do you fancy a fuck before we get up Louise?" I asked, "it is always such a nice way to start the day."

"Please don't make me" she whispered "you've had me already against my will and I feel so dirty and ashamed. I am terrified that you will get me pregnant."

I just laughed and lay on my back and looked at Louise. I nodded down at my semi-stiff prick.

"Give me a nice wank and suck me a little to get me ready," I said brusquely. Her eyes widened but she did not move. I reached across and took her slim wrist, moving her little hand to my groin. She grasped the shaft just below the knob-head ridge and began to gently wank me as she looked up helplessly into my eyes.

"That's lovely darling," I said, "now suck me off." Again she didn't move so I took my arm from around her and wound my hand in her soft hair. I slowly but firmly moved her head down towards my groin until I felt her cool breath on the stiff prick she was tossing off with such instinctive skill. I knew that a little gentle compulsion was now necessary.

"Suck me off Louise," I said harshly, "I don't want to have to hurt you." I moved her head firmly down so that my stiff prick was pressed against her closed lips. I pressed a little harder and with a little sob her lips parted and her warm wet mouth accepted my stiff prick unwillingly. I relaxed the grip on her hair and she began to wank me into her hot mouth her blonde head bobbing backwards and forwards on my stiff prick the soft curtain of her hair caressing my thigh. I took my hand from the wet cunt of the trembling woman and lay back with my hands behind my head, smelling her on my fingers and luxuriating in sensation as the now completely compliant young wife sucked me off. The powerful sensations of her skilled mouth rapidly brought me close to cumming and as I did not want to cum in her mouth I wound my hand in her hair again and pulled her lips from my prick, A tendril of spit connected me to her lips as she looked up at me. I thought to see some disappointment in her cloudy eyes and I smiled to myself. I suspected that she had tried to make me cum in her mouth to avoid the dangers of pregnancy associated with my cumming up her cunt if I fucked her again. I pulled her hp the bed by her hair and she gasped with pain as she struggled to lessen the tension in her soft hair. I motioned for her to kneel astride my thighs facing me. She did as I commanded, instinctively arranging the hem of her short nightdress so that it lay on her thighs, hiding her cunt from me.

I reached out with both hands and took hold of her full firm breasts through the thin material of her nightie and began to squeeze them. "Now Louise, darling," I said, "guide my stiff prick into your cute cunt". She blushed and did not move, looking helplessly into my eyes. I squeezed her breasts a little more firmly and she raised herself on her knees, took hold of my prick in her soft hand and guided it so that it passed easily between the fleshy moist outer lips of her hairy cunt. I pulled down on her breast flesh so that she was forced to sit more firmly on my prick and I slid easily up her to the balls. I pulled the low-cut plunging neckline of her nightdress down, freeing her plump firm breasts and slid my hands over the contours of her breasts until I came to her stiff nipples which I took between thumb and forefinger and began to roll and squeeze the sensitive flesh.

Louise gasped and, despite herself. I felt the walls of her cunt grip my prick more firmly as she yielded to the sensations spreading out from her nipples. I pulled her down to me by the nipples which I slowly squeezed more firmly as I kissed the young blonde wife deeply as I lay stuck hard up her clinging wet hairy cunt enjoying the sexy feel of her nylon nightdress on my thighs. I took my lips from hers after a while and looked into her scared blue eyes, "Now, fuck yourself on my prick," I ordered. She immediately began to move up and down giving me a delicious slow fuck as I guided her by the pressure that I was exerting on her sensitive nipples.

"I must say, Louise, you pick things up fast," I commented, "have you ever fucked in this position before?" She shook her head. I was in no hurry and just lay feeling her firm breasts and stiff nipples while she was doing all the work. I began to smell her perspiration and her nightdress was beginning to cling to her. I slowly speeded her up by manipulating her nipples until she was bucking on me with her head thrown back looking at the ceiling with her hair swinging. The room was full of the smell of woman and cunt and the head of the bed hammered rhythmically against the wall. She was gasping in deep gulps of air and ramming herself as hard as she could down onto my prick. I began to feel close to coming so I pulled her down to me by the nipples and fastened my mouth on hers giving her a deep hard kiss as I came up her cunt and shot a river of hot cum up into her womb. She lay panting on me as I moved my hands to the fleshy globes of her bottom and began to pull her hard on to my prick causing my prick to rub more firmly against her excited clitoris and, completely unable to control her body, she came with a deep gasp. She tore her lips from mine and lay on me with her face in my chest, her wet sweaty hair covering me.

"I have just cum up you again Louise," I whispered into her ear through the wet curtain of her hair, "another chance to leave my baby in your belly!" She burst into a flood of hysterical tears and clung to me as she sobbed, gently, despite herself, milking the last drops of cum from my softening prick as it was still buried in her body. I grasped her by the shoulders and moved her off me, my prick sliding deliciously slowly from her wet cunt. She lay curled up on her side, her thumb in her mouth, sobbing as she looked at me. I got up and looked down at her "Get yourself together, have a shower and come downstairs, I am going to have a shower and then breakfast," I said and went into the bathroom. I had a quick shower and dried my hair. I re-entered the bedroom and looked at Louise who had not moved her position. I shook my head slowly and left the room, closing the door quietly behind me and walked, naked, down the stairs.

I pushed the door open and entered the living room. Peter was standing by the table and he glanced at me anxiously. I smiled at him as he stood backlit by the window red with the glow of the rising sun. It shone through his soft hair creating a delicate halo effect.

I ran my eyes over him. He looked rather disheveled in his cum-stained slip and panties that he had been wearing since the previous evening. I could see dried cum very evident on the inside of his thighs and his stocking tops. The room was filled with the fragrance of fried bacon. I walked over to Peter and cupped his balls in my right hand, put my left behind his head and drew his unwilling lips to mine. I kissed him deeply as I looked into his wide eyes. I did not prolong the kiss but gave his stiffening prick a last squeeze and went and sat at the table.

"You make a very obedient little servant Peter," I said with a smile, "now serve me my breakfast and go and fetch Louise. I left her having a shower. Tell her from me that she better be wearing something sexy when she comes down."

He brought me my breakfast and poured my coffee and then looked at me wretchedly. I knew from the way that he was looking at me that he wanted to say something and after a couple of efforts got the words out.

"Leave us alone, please," he begged. I laughed as I ate.

"Just do it," I said deliberately harshly to concentrate his mind, "She better be down here by the time I finish eating or I will thrash her fat bottom with my belt." He left the room hurriedly and I heard his heels receding up the stairs. I had finished eating, quickly dressed and called a taxi and was just pouring some more coffee when the door opened and the pretty pair entered. Peter, of course had not changed but Louise, after her shower had changed into a long white silky sheer nightgown. It was very tight-fitting and clung to and accentuated every curve of her full figure. She had brushed her hair and repaired the damage to her appearance with a little make-up. She looked absolutely stunning. I let them stand as I finished my coffee, leisurely running my eyes over them.

Finally I spoke as the doorbell rang.

"It is time for me to go," I said as I got up from the table. They were standing close together and I walked over and took Louise's shrinking body in my arms. Slipping my hand behind her I grasped her buttock and pulled her cunt hard on to my prick as I gave her a deep lingering sexy possessive kiss relishing the feel of the sexy material of her nightdress I released her lips and looked into her blue eyes.

"Good-bye, Louise, till next time. You were a lovely fuck. Look after my baby for me." She gave a sob of anguish.

I released her and turned to her husband cupping his balls with one hand and drawing his mouth to mine with pressure on the back of his neck. I gave him a long kiss and I could hear the shocked breathing of his young wife. I released his lips and looked into his eyes.

"You got off quite lightly this time Peter. Next time I won't go so easy on your plump sexy bottom." I said conversationally. His eyes widened with horror as the meaning of my remark sunk in.

The doorbell rang again rather more insistently. I released Peter and walked to the door which I opened and looked round for the last time.

"Good-bye you two, thank you for the hospitality. I will be back to see you both again." I shut the door gently, got in the taxi and gave the driver instructions to take me to Peter's office. I still had one more morning's work before I left for my cottage in Wales, and the previous evening and night had sharpened my appetite for further adventure.

The End