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Fortuitous

By: STR8Male



This is a work of fiction and does not represent any person, living or dead. This work is copyrighted and may not be reproduced in any manner without written permission of the author.



Life had soured, but my innate attitude remained positive. That's hard to do after your parents have died. First Dad's heart gave out, after months of futile stents and a quadruple bypass. I always thought the stress of his illness triggered Mom's cancer. She started feeling tired and went to the doctor, learning that she had an inoperable brain tumor. She refused treatment. I think she just wanted to move onward to be with Dad.

Though they had both been successful, and had a rather impressive nest egg for their golden years, the medical expenses whittled that down to just a fraction of the original total. I was left with nothing more than a small cottage on a small mountain lake and Dad's shop full of rather high quality wood and metal working tools. Growing up, Dad loved to spend time in his well equipped shop and teach me the arcane arts of metal and wood craftsmanship. Of course back then he had a two thousand square foot shop built at the rear of their rather impressive estate. I couldn't part with the tools and machinery. It represented the best years of my life with Dad. So I moved it all to the double car garage Dad had built next to the old lake cottage. Doing so revealed to me that he had probably planned on this years ago. The wiring and plumbing was perfect for setting it up as a shop. 

At just twenty-two, I found myself a year short of a degree in history, a small cottage with a fantastic view, and barely enough money for a year of necessities. There wasn't enough money to return to school. So I just sat around for a month considering what my options were. During that time, I was surfing the internet and happened onto a bondage furniture website.

Compared to the furniture Dad and I used to build, this stuff was incredibly crude! Spanking benches, crudely bolted together, from framing lumber were selling for five hundred dollars in some cases! I wondered if anyone would want such an item that had been designed and crafted like a really fine piece of antique furniture. With nothing else to do, I found myself sorting through all the wood Dad had stocked over the decades, then drawing up a plan.

That first one took me a week to construct, but it was a beautiful piece of furniture. Every joint was so finely joined that it was almost impossible to detect. The walnut wood grain flowed smoothly throughout the short bench. There wasn't one bolt, nail or screw used anywhere in the piece. I was not only proud of my craftsmanship, but of some innovations I had incorporated.

To the unknowing eye, it looked like a simple hassock, but pushing on one edge allowed a horizontal member to move left, then another to the right, opening the interior of the simple cube of wood. This exposed other sliding components operated from the interior. One could then fold out a kneeling pad and rotate stout internal members outward. These members had large diameter holes bored in them, each lined with a metal collar that would protect the wood from the chains that these bondage people used.

The surface of the bench was covered with thick medical grade elasometric padding, similar to what was used in hospitals to keep patients from developing bedsores. I had learned about it when Dad was bedridden the last few months of his life. Atop the padding, I covered the surface with very high quality split leather I had found at a local saddle maker. 

I took half a dozen pictures of the bench, both open and closed, then posted an ad on a free site. On impulse, I put a price of two thousand five hundred dollars on it, plus shipping. At that point, I had another idea that would improve upon the stocks I had seen on several websites. But before I had even finished drawing up the plan, I was getting email responses. Most were just negative comments on the expense, but a handful seemed to be serious inquiries. One, in particular, asked if I could ship immediately and asked how I wished to receive payment. I emailed 'Dresden' back and outlined an electronic funds transfer to my online account and asked for a shipping address.

Before I could turn away from the computer, I received a response from Dresden. Apparently it was MS. Dresden, and she lived in a city just seventy-five miles distant. So I emailed her back and told her I could personally deliver the bench the next day, if she wanted to pay cash. I figured that was the end of that. But, again, I received a reply within a few moments. She indicated that she would have cash in hand and gave me the delivery address.

I spent an hour informing the serious sounding inquiries that I could custom build them a bench, for the same price, and deliverable within thirty days. Having worked out the production challenges with the first, I calculated that I could build one every two days. Thirty days gave me a good cushion. I asked each for a fifty percent deposit.

The next morning the day began gloomy and cold, though I was cheered to find four customer orders, along with their electronic payments forwarded to my account. After sending each a confirmation, and detailing shipping, I wrapped my first bench in bubble wrap that I had left over from my move to the cottage and loaded it into my Ford van.

Though the lady's address was in the city, she actually lived well outside the busy center of the city. The neighborhood was one of those gated communities, with each house sitting on rather heavily wooded estates of several acres. The guard at the gate made a phone call then handed me a single page map with her home marked on it. After the wrought iron gate swung open, I wended my way through a confusing maze of streets until I arrived at the cul-de-sac that had yet another gate at the entry.

I pressed the button at the gate and had a quick answer from a man. When I identified myself, he told me to pull up to the side entrance to the home. The gate swung upon and I followed the drive through several hundred yards of thick woodland. The house was huge, definitely falling into the mansion class. As I pulled up to the side entrance, a man and woman appeared.

The man looked quite ordinary, but the woman he followed out of the side entry was something else entirely. I guessed she was thirty-something, but with the petite, compact, body of someone that spent hours in the gym. She was dressed in black. A black silk blouse, with full length arms, did little to hide quite large breasts, and I was immediately aware that she was not wearing a brassiere beneath it. Her thick nipples were quite protuberant! She wore a tight matching black silk skirt, though it wasn't nearly as sheer as her blouse. If she wore panties, I couldn't see a hint of a panty line.

My eyes glanced downward as they approached, noting that her legs were encased in black silk stockings. But her height was raised by nearly six inches by rather stoutly heeled high heels with straps that crisscrossed her lower legs up to just beneath her knees.

She walked up to me, her long, flowing, raven black hair shifting in the light breeze, "Mr. Combs? I am Ms. Dresden. Thank you for being on time." She didn't introduce the man, nor did he say a word.

I shook hands with her, feeling a grip more like that of an athlete than a dainty woman. My eyes kept returning to those stout, clearly displayed, nipples and I found myself blushing and dropping my eyes as I fumbled with the key to the back door of the van.

Pulling the bench, still in its bulky, protective wrapping from the van, she instructed the man to take it from me. I responded, "No, that's ok. I've got it. Where do you want it?"

Without a word, she turned and headed back into the side entry. The man quickly outpaced her, beating her to the door and holding open for her, and then me. He then dashed past us again to open the next door. At the end of a long hallway, he opened a door that revealed a staircase leading downward. After making a turn on a landing, I nearly stumbled. The room below resembled the home dungeons I had seen on many of the websites I had visited during my research.

These folks weren't amateurs, but people dedicated to this lifestyle. I proceeded down the rest of the stairs and set the bench down on a low platform as Ms. Dresden directed. As I started to unwrap it, she stood very near. Once it was fully exposed and the bubble wrap piled to one side, she said, "Oh, my! It is much more magnificent than your pictures detailed, Mr. Combs! It is, without a doubt, a masterpiece of art as well as a most unique piece of furniture." I think I blushed again.

Not knowing how to respond beyond a simple, "Thanks", I proceeded to show her how it functioned. I hadn't stated so in my advertisement, so it had one more function she was unaware of. After opening it, I reached inside and rotated a single lever, and the bench rose up on heavy casters, allowing it to be rolled around.

She actually clapped her hands in delight, "That's marvelous, Mr. Combs! That will be quite useful." Snapping her fingers, I looked up and saw the man place a thick sheaf of cash in her outstretched hands. After thumbing through it, she handed it to me.

"There is your purchase price, Mr. Combs, along with a small bonus for your prompt delivery."

As I was counting the money, I found that she had tipped me two hundred dollars. Making that much money so easily sort of flustered me, so when she spoke I missed what she said and looked up questioningly.

"I asked if you would like a cold beer after your labors, Mr. Combs."

Shrugging my shoulders, I told her that sounded good. The man strode away quite rapidly and returned with an ice cold bottle of imported beer. She invited me to sit down on a nearby black leather couch and started asking questions.

In a few minutes, her direct questions had outlined my short personal history, including the loss of my parents. Then she asked me something that shocked me, "How would you like to be the first to try out your creation, Mr. Combs?"

Somewhat shocked, I stuttered in reply, "Uh...uh...Ma'am, I'm not into that kind of stuff. I just noticed that no one was making really quality furniture for folks that...uh...well, like to use it."

She laughed, "Quite strange, Mr. Combs. You are a straight arrow, then? No perversions at all?"

Now I was blushing outright. "No, Ma'am."

"Well, then perhaps you would benefit from a demonstration. Let me show you how I will be using that bench." Again, she snapped her fingers and before I could respond, the man was toeing off his shoes, and then stripping out of his clothing. If it was possible, my blush deepened into a darker shade of red when I noticed that his penis and testicles were bound up in some complicated arrangement that appeared to be made of stainless steel. He promptly knelt over the stool.

As I sat there in shock, Ms. Dresden walked a few feet away and retrieved a stainless steel cart. She handed the man a confusing array of chains and leather. In a moment he had shackled his wrists and ankles in thick leather cuffs, then ran attached short chains back through the attachment beams on the stool. Each was padlocked securely, though she had to padlock the last one for him.

Sitting there in stunned silence, I used the beer to distract me, taking a long pull from it as she picked up a black leather quirt from the cart. Stepping up behind, and just to the rear of the bound man, she began swinging it full force into his buttocks. After about forty full force swings, his a network of purpling welts crisscrossed his buttocks, and she stopped.

I thought the demonstration was over, but instead she said, "I don't want to sweat all over this Italian silk." And with that she unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off, revealing her magnificent breasts to my eyes. I took another long pull of the beer as she resumed her fervid abuse of his butt.

By the time she paused a second time, the man was whimpering and tears were dripping from his cheeks. She glanced over at me, her own face and breasts flushed with either excitement or exertion. "My, my, Mr. Combs, it appears that this does excite you." 

I wasn't sure what she meant, until her eyes lowered to stare at my crotch. Sure enough, I had a king size boner on display through my sweat pants. "Uh, it isn't what you're doing to him, Ma'am. It's, well, it's you being uh...topless."

She walked over to the couch, and to my shock reached out and grasped my boner. I just sat there as she said, "This has excited me. May I?"

Before I could answer, she knelt and pulled my sweatpants down, freeing my thick eight inches of meat to her view. And before I could protest, she dived down on it and swallowed it halfway to the root! I gasped. It had been nearly a year since I'd had sex. The stuff going on with my parents had left me no time, nor the inclination, to date. My girlfriend of some months had left me because I just couldn't give her enough time.

Ms. Dresden sure knew how to suck a cock. She would suck at the glans, almost as if she were trying to pull it off, then dive down deep and wriggle her tongue along the underside on the way down, then do the same on the way up. I don't think I lasted more than two or three minutes before I felt my balls tightening upwards. I tried to warn her, but her response was to redouble her efforts. I soon found myself grunting and thrusting upwards, ejaculating a huge load into her throat. She met each spurt with a powerful suck. I'd never, ever had a blow job that intense.

But Ms. Dresden wasn't finished, and though her vacuuming suction was reduced, she continued, if anything gulping my somewhat slackened penis right down her throat. I found my erection returning full force in just a few minutes. As soon as I was back up to full size, she stopped and stood up. Dropping her skirt, I found I had been correct. There were no panties. Her cunt was as bald and smooth as a baby's butt, without a hint of stubble. She didn't hesitate, but straddled my crotch as she knelt on the couch, one knee on each side of my hips.

With a hiss, she settled down until my swollen glans nudged her very slick, very hot, labia apart. Driving downwards, she moaned as my prick sluiced halfway into her hot cunt. We were soon bouncing in tempo; she driving downwards as I lunged upwards. As I became more excited, I sat back upright and lurched to my feet, holding her in place. I turned, and leaned forward onto the couch, putting her in my former position. I then began hammering into her cunt full depth, and with full force, causing her to have an orgasm so powerful that she began to raked my back with her long nails. I guess, one way or another, she would leave her mark on every man that came under her spell.

By the time I came, she was almost exhausted, barely moving, just shuddering from one orgasm to the other. When she felt me coming, it ramped her upwards again. After I filled her little cunt with my semen, I was getting cramped, so I withdrew and stood between her splayed thighs. To my amazement, her hooded eyes focused upon my slick prick. Sitting upright, she leaned forward and began licking me clean, now and then sucking at my glans to draw forth the last remnants of my latest ejaculation. I knew that if she kept that up, I'd get hard again. But I needed to urinate, and pulled away, "Where's the restroom, Ms. Dresden?" She waved at the far wall, where there was a doorway.

Pulling up my sweatpants, I staggered off to the bathroom, which was a whole new experience. I didn't recognize half the stuff in that huge bathroom, so after I finished draining the lizard, I whipped out my cell phone and took half a dozen photographs. Curiosity was part of my motivation, but I also thought that I needed to learn a lot more if I was going to cater to people engaging in this strange sexual behavior.

When I returned, Ms. Dresden was gone. The man was now free once again and fully dressed, thank goodness. He said, "Ms. Dresden has retired. She instructed me to give you this and tell you to be alert for her email." 

Without another word, I was led back to the side entry. Minutes later, I was headed home. During the drive, I thought about the experience, and prayed that Ms. Dresden needed more perverted furniture. I had never had such a powerfully satisfying sexual experience in my entire life.

As I navigated towards home, I had several ideas. First, if my efforts continued to prove as productive, then I was going to need some help. My first thought turned to old Abe, a not too distant neighbor, who I had hired to help me move and set up all the equipment in the garage. Abe was sixty-something, and it became apparent to me that he was familiar with most of the woodworking equipment and tools. During our talks while hauling everything in my van and the trailer I rented, I discovered that he had worked in a cabinet shop for decades. I made a mental note to approach Abe with a lucrative employment offer.

*********************

A month ago, when I arrived back home, I found two emails from Ms. Dresden. In the first she thanked me for being a capable 'lover', and informed me that sometimes women like her needed men that could meet her on an equal footing, rather than being submissive to her, yet without being driven to dominate her. I marked that down as something important to me in the future, especially if I had to contend with her, or her kind, in the future.

Her second email asked me to make her ten such benches as 'party favors' for a party she was throwing for women with her same inclinations. I felt sorry for the men attending that party as I read through her email. At the same time, I was impressed that she would give away twenty-five thousand dollars in party favors. I wasn't jealous of her wealth, but I was sure going to try to tap into it as much as I could!

After seeing that stainless steel device that neutralized her male companion's genitals, I did a little research. It was definitely some sort of locking chastity device, which also placed a substantial weight upon his testicles. I remembered them dangling far below his penis. And, the more I read about these dominant females, the more I understood about how they controlled men, both mentally and physically.

I bought some computer software that would allow me to draw up plans to within one ten thousandth of an inch. And considering the recent influx of orders from my online ads and Ms. Dresden, I dipped into my new cash capital and my meager bank account to purchase a computer aided milling system that could also be integrated into a couple of pieces of existing equipment.

Things just seemed to click into place almost faster than I could react. Thankfully old Abe was eager to go to work, but for just four days a week. He wanted a new, more comfortable, and safer, fishing boat. He did have a nephew that was unemployed, and looking for a full time job, so I hired Ken as Abe's assistant, and when Abe was off, to just mill components for later assembly under Abe's more skilled direction. The kid, just eighteen, would only have to feed raw stock into the computer guided milling equipment when Abe was off fishing.

After a week of getting the new equipment set up, and Abe's production schedule sorted out, I began work on my ideas about a much improved set of bondage stocks. I had this vision of the basics of the stocks being made of exotic woods. But instead of a simple scissoring to trap the submissive, I wanted the system to be much more adjustable than the more expensive versions.

For instance, the best stocks anchored the submissive with their hands and neck trapped between a pair of scissoring planks with cutouts for the wrists and neck. A few offered a similar arrangement for the ankles. But once in place, a position change required a dominant to unfasten bolts (usually using thumbscrews on carriage bolts) and relocating them to a new height. I envisioned having threaded rods hidden within the mechanism that could guide both the ankle stocks and the neck/wrist stocks up and down at the push of a button on a remote control panel. The angle of both the upper and lower stocks could be changed with the same remote.


Fortuitous Benefactor



CHAPTER 1

For the three years Aiken Farm operated as a refuge for homeless women, although never holding itself out in that role simply because Ryan Aiken, an attorney, never intended to operate like that.

At its peak in that role during those first two years under Ryan's ownership, the farm of twelve lowly productive acres was home for Ryan, two young Angus steers, two retired horses, two pigs, a one-eyed dog called Mollie, a hen house of six fowl and a duck that pretended to be a hen, two wild turkey and three homeless women who between them had four children. 

Ryan had been raised on the ranch. When his recently widowed mom decided to sell and move west to live nearer her two sisters he decided to rearrange his life, the timing being perfect. He agreed to the divorce his wife Julie who'd been pestering him for two months to end their marriage because she wished to marry her lover whose sudden existence came as a complete shock to easy-going Ryan.

The much admired home Ryan and Julie had designed and had built five years earlier was purchased by the Realtor who commenced private sale negotiations as soon as her salesperson arrived back at the office with the listing.

The divorce settlement left Ryan with more than enough liquidity to buy Ryan Farm from his mom at market price with the undertaking he'd allow the steers, horses, pigs, poultry, duck, doc and turkey live out their lives naturally on the land. 

Rather naively Ryan assumed the animals would die off quickly because he knew as much about farming as his mom knew how to cook although she could do eggs. He didn't know much about cooking either and with his severed wife Julie off fucking legless her boyfriend, the city's unmarried funeral director, and driving around proudly in her new black Mercedes, Ryan advertised for a housekeeper and stated applications from abandoned mothers would be considered.

Ryan received fifteen applicants and gave the live-in job to an abandoned mother who was in dire straights. It may have been assumed by those close to him and also by the woman that her distressed situation won the day for her. Actually it was because she was good looking and had the most appealing breasts of the applicants. Wisely Ryan did not disclose his selection procedure to anyone, not wishing to be judged a sexist employer. He was aware that without Julie he was becoming very horny,

On Saturday Maggie Lynch arrived with five-month old Judd and after settling in asked Ryan is he would be embarrassed if he saw her breast-feeding Judd whom she said was taking well to solids.

"Solids what?"

"Special baby foods."

"Oh."

Maggie smiled and said, "You didn't answer my question about seeing me with a breast exposed?"

"Oh that, not a problem. I was married you know. You can go topless for all I care providing you are alone in the house."

"Oh thanks. What about nude, say between my bedroom and the bathroom?"

"No problem."

"What about when you are in residence?"

Ryan steadied himself not wishing to say he couldn't was to get a big eyeful of her upper structure. Something told him to reply aggressively.

"Are you trying to get me hard?"

Poor Maggie. She didn't know which way to turn and so she confessed. She said it had been in her mind to work up to that slowly but knew first she had to ascertain his attitude.

"My attitude toward what?"

Maggie stalled and said she was a little frightened to say, what with Ryan being an attorney and all that.

"All what?"

Maggie dabbed at her brow. "You could use your knowledge of the law to take Judd away from me in having the authorities declare me an unsuitable to raise Judd."

"Why would I do that when I know you're Judd's caring mother? Look, you walk around me half nude or fully nude if  you want to do that and it will be just dandy. I think you have a fine body."

That encouraging comment sent Maggie's confidence soaring. "You only think I have a fine body? To remove any doubt I'll strip for you right now."

"Maggie don't act sluttish. Allow it to happen naturally and don't rush it. Let us both enjoy the expectation that it's likely to happen."

"God Ryan. You are the most exciting man I've ever known. No man has ever told me he's excited about seeing me expose my body."

Ryan said he doubted if he would be alone with such an expectation but it was kind to hear her being flattering.

Maggie looked startled and said she was unaware that men liked to be flattered.

The 37-year old attorney who specialized in business law sighed and said kindly, "Dear Maggie, I do believe I must teach you about the ways of men. Your innocence in allowing John Arnold to sleep with you frequently with the promise he'd divorce his wife and mother of four to marry you if you demonstrated you were great in bed and really loved him is one of the oldest deceptions in the book."

"What book is that?" asked Maggie who'd left school the day she turned eighteen and that was only sixteen months ago.

Ryan was working in his home office that evening when Maggie called that Judd was happily asleep.

"I've decided I can't wait."

"Can't wait for what?" Ryan asked, stretching as he turned and rubbing tired eyes. Those eyes popped right open then saw Maggie not wearing a stitch, hands behind her back demurely, head high proudly as if knowing Ryan was seeing the most perfect pair of tits of his life.

"Christ Maggie, you're top shelf."

"Are you hard?"

"Getting that way," he confessed.

Maggie darted forward, dropped to her knees in the manner that women excel at and unzipped her patron while licking her mouth wet.

Wearing a beautiful smile, Ryan settled back on the swivel chair, hands clasped behind his head. He half-expected to fire as he watched saliva drip from Maggie's healthy pink tongue as it traveled up the shaft from his hairy balls.

"I must shave you and do it as regularly as you wish," Maggie smiled, pulling a curly hair from between her teeth.

Ryan's balls rumbled as he watched that erotic action but he manfully averted firing by thinking of a red-hot poker being pushed into his rectum by the insanely jealous John Arnold, father of Judd and proprietor of four of Crest City's florist stores.

Ten minutes later he wiped Maggie's mouth and kissed her before sliding his still dripping shaft between her magnificent tits with Maggie gurgling happily she couldn't wait to get him inside her.

"Patient Maggie, you're jumping ahead too fast. Just concentrate on what your guy is doing to you and talk sweetly to him about how well you believe he's doing and what you are feeling."

"What a guy is interested in what a women thinks? You have to be kidding me."

"Maggie dear, a guy knows he has only a limited number of shots available to him each sex session and is interested in knowing that his effort to be primed to blast off semen is being encouraged and appreciated. Remember any man determines his vulnerability by the amount and frequency of significant shots he can deposit in his women's mouth, pussy or butt or anywhere else on her body.

"Omigod, you said butt. I was hoping you did butt."

Ryan gently worked a finger into Maggie's butt to indicate no part of her would be neglected.

"Oh damn, I better go and attend to dinner as soon as you fire from between my breasts into my mouth."

Feeling his balls tighten Ryan panted, "Fuck going off to cook Maggie. I'll make us scrambled eggs later."

Three hours later they staggered off to their respective beds, Ryan having set the rule they were not to have sex in their bedrooms to maintain some sense of proprietary.

"I don't wish you to start believing I favor you over any other woman or that we are likely to marry."

"Okay I can live with that," Maggie sighed. "At least I know where I stand. Will you help me prepare for marriage? I like to think I can build a family around dear wee Judd."

"Sure Maggie and believe me, that will happen."

Maggie sighed, having already learned from John Arnold just how shallow males were with their assurances.

Sunlight pouring into her bedroom next morning awoke Maggie whose first thought she felt like she'd been totally fucked and then she remembered that was the truth. She smiled and stretched and then froze, horrified. There was no sound from Judd. Even happy gurgling would have been something. She looked at the cot and saw it was empty. Maggie fought a rising panic attack, telling herself to keep calm. She threw on a robe and raced to the kitchen.

Nothing.

Oh god. Judd had never been away from her since his birth. He'd be terrified. 

Maggie hurried outside and looking across at the hen house saw the side door was open. She looked left under the maple tree and took in a wondrous sight. Her baby was dressed and held sitting on Ryan's knees. Ryan was stretched out with his back against the tree trunk and the big and little guy watched the hens and a duck surrounding them pecking away fallen leaves to uncover edible items. Her heart melted.

Maggie returned inside and made coffee while the bath was filling.

A few minutes later Ryan knocked and entered with Judd who to Maggie's astonishment showed the briefest interest in her and no eagerness to leave the arms of his benefactor.

"Good morning, I hope you don't mind me looking at your tits?"

"No it's fine, I want you looking at them. Did you change Judd's diaper?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever changed a diaper before today?"

"No but I thought it must be logical and easy otherwise women wouldn't be able to do it."

"Pig."

"Thanks. I find women often benefit from a little wind-up."

"I see."

"How did you find my dick?"

"All right."

"Maggie please. When a man asks that he waits breathlessly for an ego-massaging reply."

"Oh. God Ryan it was so long and fat I almost couldn't cope with it."

"That's my girl. My mom often said men are not unlike babies. You must remember that."

"When can we fuck again?"

"Oh Maggie. You're a very quick leaner."

"What? I was asking because I want it."

"Maggie believe me, I know you have the makings of a perfect bride. Guys really like women who laugh easily, don't moan, always look good, obviously enjoy preparing and serving food and never appear to get enough sex."

"What about intelligent conversation?"

"That would be a secondary consideration. More important is to let him know you don't mind him going out with his buddies and if you really want him to focus on you just slowly sweep a hand over a tit when he's watching and drop that hand lower and pull it across your stomach twice and ever so slowly."

Eyes practically bulging over that revelation she asked, "What does that do?"

"Programs his mind."

"God that is so pathetic."

Ryan scratched his nuts instead of replying and based on the way Maggie was now looking at him was confident he'd just programmed her.

"I'll feed Judd and then put him down."

Ryan smiled. "And then what?"

"I'll think of something," Maggie said through a rising blush. "You must have given Judd something to drink because he's so passive?"

"Yeah I didn't want him squawking and waking you. I thought he mightn't be up to orange juice yet and cow's milk might be unsuitable and beer would be a no-no as would be chilled water. I grabbed bottled water from the pantry and partly filled his bottle and thought room temperature would be okay. He drank the lot, staring at me the entire time. His eyes are incredibly blue."

"You did extremely well."

"Thanks. There's no need to reward me; he's a pal."

"Oh god," Maggie cried and pulled the flannel over her face to hide the seeping tears.

* * *

Three weeks later Maggie was wheeling Judd in his buggy along the riverbank and through trees saw a female around her age with a baby sitting outside a dilapidated cabin that was partly collapsed.

She waved and called, "Hi, it's a lovely day."

The young woman looked across at Maggie and didn't reply.

"Come for a walk with me. How old is your baby?"

The woman said shyly, "Four months."

"Judd here is five months. I'm an abandoned mother."

The thin and wan young woman didn't reply.

"Come on, come walking. You and your baby need company."

The woman said nothing but picked up a shawl from the doorway, wrapped her baby and walked over to Maggie.

Looking depressed, the woman said shyly, "I'm Kim Lewis and this is Anna."

Maggie introduced herself and Judd and they began walking. Within ten minutes Kim was talking freely.

That evening Maggie told Ryan about the totally unsuitable conditions Kim and Anna were living in and as soon as they finished eating he said, "Come on take me to Kim."

Half an hour later they arrived back with Kim and Anna.

Within two weeks both mother and daughter were practically blooming. Kim said her parents never wished to see her again and she had no money and offered Ryan sex as a contribution towards food and lodgings but he just smiled and said it was a pleasure to have her on vacation with him and soon she'd meet Mr Right.

"Oh no that will never happen. I'm doomed to live the life of a unmarried woman living on the breadline."

"Be a believer," Maggie said. "Ryan will tell you things that he says will make men interested in you."

That night when Kim went to her bedroom with Anna who now had a new cot, Maggie seduced Ryan on one of the sofas, riding him cowgirl.

Looking nervously at the door to the passage, Ryan said, "What if Kim comes out for a drink of water?"

"Still she'll know about sex. We can ask her to join us."

Maggie smiled and kissed Ryan when feeling him pulsate into a premature ejaculation.

The next day Ryan initiated support for both women from the Department of Social and Rehabilitation Services. Two days later when the first checks were received he agreed to accept some payment towards household expenses but refused to accept payment for room rent, suggesting the two women use that money towards the upkeep of themselves and their child.

That evening Kim came out into the lounge to discover Ryan with three fingers up Maggie who was bent over the arm of the sofa gurgling happily.

Maggie turned and saw Kim and smiled.

"Come and join us."

Kim, poised to take flight, managed to say, "Ryan is that okay?"

"Sure baby. Have you had a threesome before?"

"No but the thought has always appealed. I like you both so feel I'm really ready for this," Kim said, dropping her robe and revealing floppy tits and a jungle entanglement.

"Sorry about the bush. You guys must understand I haven't had a guy near me for a year. I've only been artificially satisfied."

"Good girl and welcome to the team," Ryan said, kissing her deeply.

"God that was a real kiss," Kim said breathlessly, wiping her mouth.

"Wait till you feel his real man-sized dick in you," Maggie tittered as Ryan moved over and suggested that Kim sprawl on her back over Maggie to have her butt chewed while Kim gobbled him.

"Anal sex? I've never engaged in that."

Ryan reassured, "It's not a requirement. Maggie will be able to push through to lick your cunt."

"Um I didn't say I was against anal play. Let's see how we go, huh?"

"Yeah we should take it slowly," Maggie said, preparing to burrow through hair. "When you want a finger up your butt just ask or simply lick my middle finger and push it in."

"Oh this is so exciting," Kim giggled. "I have been using a thick dildo lately Ryan so you should find no problem sliding into me."

Maggie groaned and came over Ryan's probing fingers.

Later Maggie held Ryan back from penetrating Kim too deeply after she'd guided the dripping penis into the long-neglected vagina but as Ryan picked up the pace Kim pushed forward and smacked her pussy against his balls and they were away.

When Ryan was attending to Maggie for her second round Kim went off and made scrumptious mushroom and onion omelets. When eating they agreed they had a lovely thing going.

Ryan almost felt he had a family. He'd grown accustomed to the kids crying night and day and their mothers occasionally panicking over prolonged crying bouts or spots or regurgitation of food, having washing about the house drying or airing and Kim and Maggie occasionally bitching but the upsides were huge.

Both kids now had buggies and Ryan bought an aged SUV for the two women to go off window-shopping or to park and walk alongside the river or in parks.

As to be expected, Kim and Maggie became very close. Kim was a fine singer and Ryan bought her a cheap guitar and they would sing as a threesome. Kim only knew songs she learnt from her mother, or at school or off the radio and Ryan and Maggie combined to expand Kim's 'songbook'. Ryan contributed some dirty drinking songs remembered from his college and law school days and Maggie contributed a few really filthy songs that they sang, breaking the songs into parts and ending up screaming in laughter and usually moving on to group sex.

Two welfare officers arrived on their first scheduled visit and the senior woman who'd interviewed both women at the time of their applications for financial assistance was amazed at the improvement in their healthiness and personal grooming.

"Mr Aiken has taken it upon himself to treat us almost as if we were his dependent daughters," Kim said.

"Yes Mrs Childs," Maggie said earnestly. "He likes us, adores our children and spends rather heavily on us to ensure we eat healthily and refuses to accept rent for our rooms and says we are to spend that money on our babies and to keep ourselves healthy and looking good because he hopes we might eventually attract suitors."

Mrs Childs said carefully, "So neither of you is planning to move on any time soon?"

"No simply because this is a haven for us and as you can see Judd and Anna are blooming in this environment."

"Yes Maggie I can see that. May I ask what kind of relationship do you have with Mr Aiken? There is no requirement to answer."

"Oh excellent," Kim smiled. "He is so kind."

"She means do we have sex with him," Maggie murmured.

The other women looked at the now red-faced Kim who looked straight at Mrs Childs and said, "Yes twice when Maggie had taken the children to the park."

"Did you know about that Maggie?"

"Yes Mrs Childs. Ryan and I have a bit of a thing going but I suggested to Kim she ought to have a crack at him because we all know young women need sex occasionally. Kim told me she'd scored on those occasions and if you must know Ryan also told me."

"Well I can scarcely disapprove of such behavior. I daresay that's partly why you both a looking so much improved. But you don't have three-way sex?"

"Oh no Mrs Childs," Maggie lied. "That would be so dirty to us wouldn't it Kim?"

"Oh yes, absolutely repugnant," Kim said, managing to not look guilty.

"Hmmm," Mrs Childs said. "Look I was pleased to learn that Mr Aiken expects you two to attract suitors and neither of you objected when Maggie mentioned that aspiration. As you are aware our support programs have a philosophy of rehabilitation. So I will be recommending you both receive a clothing allowance on top of your current payments. Mae and I are very pleased to find you both looking so happy and so well adjusted. Thanks to the generosity of Mr Aiken you two appear in the top echelon of our success stories."

As they waved off the visitors Kim said, "I almost died when you forced me to admit Ryan had been having sex with me."

"That woman is very experienced and probably knows Ryan. She would have had her suspicions and so I decided we ought not lie and admit some fucking was going on."

"Then who not admit we have three-way sex most nights instead of denying it totally?"

"Because people in that department would be either disgusted or jealous or both and I had the thought that Mrs Childs believed we were probably having group sex."




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"What because we weren't looking horny."

"Yes," Maggie giggled. "Come on the kids will be stirring soon. We missed out on sex last night. Would you like to lick my pussy?"

"What without our leader being present?"

"Yes."

"God you are leading me astray your immoral cow."

Maggie laughed and said it was great seeing Kim emerging as a sensuous woman,

Kim frowned. "Most men would vomit if they saw me with my fingers and tongue in your pussy."

"Oh yeah, which ones are they?"

* * *

Ryan Aiken was happy with life. His billings were maintaining around the new high established just before Maggie and wee Judd entered his life. He'd adjusted to his new domestic situation by cutting his lunch break back to fifteen minutes to compensate for leaving work at 6:00, an hour earlier than previously.

Two females at the office and another couple working in the CBD that he had been dating occasionally had all given up on him since Maggie's arrival and that had eased pressure. A senior partner Seymour Richards had retired the previous Friday and a couple of hours ago the managing partner emailed everyone that Dakota Jennings had been appointed to replace Ryan as one of the three junior partners and Ryan had purchased Seymour's seat as a senior partner. There were drinks for everyone at 5:00 and Ryan had managed to get away just before 6:30 and was happy to find Judd and Anna had been kept up to see him, their mom's both being anxious to keep exposing him as a surrogate father figure.

After the kids were settled, their moms and Ryan drank two bottles of champagne to celebrate his elevation and they then fucked before having very late dinner. They agreed it had been a wonderful evening. 

The following Monday morning Ryan's life received a new twist. His PA told him a Mrs Childs from the Department of Social and Rehabilitation Services was calling urgently.

"Hi Brenda, what's up?"

"We have a case of a battered woman here, a Mrs Beau Parker. Her husband Pete went berserk earlier this morning and broke three fingers on her left hand and two on her right hand. The police brought her here and our medical team found she had several severe bruises on her body and that's when she confessed her husband had lost heavily at gambling recently and had beaten her several times. I want you to represent her in court in an hour's time and also to offer her refuge. With those two women I've met who reside at your hour would provide just the right company for her and her two children."

"Jesus Brenda I set out with the intention of having no one living with me and now you are attempting to dump three extra souls on to me."

"Would it overcrowd you?"

"Um no. As you know I have a large house and the two kids could occupy my study."

"Ryan then will you do it? Once her husband is jailed we will get her settled elsewhere. Actually I think she might appeal to you."

"Jesus Brenda, is that a professional comment?"

"I know you well enough to have said that off the record."

"Okay I accept that comment was to seduce me into taking mom and the two kids. Just don't count on that bastard getting jail if he's a first offender. If he draws Judge Wilbur Jones he might only get a suspended sentence and x-hours of community work."

"Oh god, Beau will be worried sick if he runs loose. She refuses to say but I believe he's threatened her with serious harm."

"Well if she testifies that the bastard threatened to kill her even Wilbur will send him to jail."

"Well good luck in trying to extract that testimony from him. I believe she doesn't want the kids to have a dad who's done time in jail."

"Well I'll do my best. I'll call Maggie to come in and sit through the court appearance and then take Mrs Parker to collect her things from her home and then settle her in at my place."

'She has everything she needs already. I went with her to her home this morning with one of our security guys. But her husband had spent the night in a cell pending his court appearance and so we were not hassled. She got everything she required for herself and for the kids including their favorite toys."

The woman had puffy eyes, little make-up and her blonde hair was disheveled but Ryan could see that the 33-year-old Beau Parker had a great body and had the features of a very good-looking woman.

"This is very good of you to represent me at short notice Mr Aiken."

"That's fine. Mrs Childs is a life-long friend of my mother's and therefore didn't have to turn the screw when requesting me to represent your in court. She wants me to take an interest in you from the outset because she's arranged for you to come and live in my home. I have two other women living with me and I know it's an unusual arrangement..."

"I understand. Mrs Childs briefed me at length."

"You don't have to stay at my home of course."

"I know but it sounds to be a lovely refuge. My children are Toni who is eight and Mike who is seven. It sounds they'll have room to run around in."

"Yes I have twelve acres including a little patch of woods and a stream running through the property."

"It sounds lovely."

Maggie arrived and after kissing her, Ryan introduced the two women. Maggie immediately kissed Beau and kept an arm around the distressed woman.

"My word Beau I'd anticipated Maggie would be just the right person for you and the children," Brenda said, kissing both women on the cheek and then boldly kissing Ryan on the lips and saying, "Thanks you wonderful man."

After the charges relating to domestic violence were presented in court, Judge Jones scheduled reappearance and released the defendant Peter Anthony Parker on bail. Parker was escorted away to be processed on bail conditions and that allowed Maggie to leave with Beau without her husband being aware what was happening.

Ryan and Brenda waved them off.

"So you got nowhere with Beau about any serious threats?"

""No Brenda. I asked her straight out and reckon her quivering bottom lip gave her away as a liar when she denied he'd made any such threats."

"Put yourself in her position Ryan and decide how you would react."

"I did and that was why I make a pretence of believing her. I must say Peter Parker looks really down, showing no sign of aggression that I could detect."

Brenda agreed but said she'd not liked the way he'd glanced at his wife. "It was the look of a man who was thinking you bitch."

A couple of hours later Maggie called Ryan and said the new arrivals had settled in well. They were now out looking at the horses.

"Keep an eye on them Maggie."

"I am. I'm out with them and had just wandered away to make this call."

"Good girl. Do you want me to give you a handgun?"

"No that would scare the kids. I'm packing a kitchen knife in case the asshole shows up here."

"Be careful Maggie. Attempt to avoid any confrontation but if it's unavoidable make sure he doesn't get the knife off you. Stab his right shoulder."

"Oh god."

"Right I'm coming home."

"No I'm okay. That was just me getting used to the thought of stabbing someone. I know not to stab him lethally. Um do you think he'll come here?"

"No I don't. He'd have to be a genius to work it out."

Maggie sighed and said that was a relief but they would remain alert. 

She said, "He'll be going to jail on Friday after you've mauled him in court, won't he?"

"I would think so."

That evening Beau watched sullenly, her arms around her two children, as Maggie and Kim ran to greet Ryan and simultaneously hugged and kissed him affectionately.

"Hi Beau," he smiled. "Am I permitted to kiss you?"

Beau's breath caught and she turned pale.

"Come on Beau, not all men are brutal. You are secure here and I want you back to your normal self as soon as possible. Hi Mike, shake my hand and say hi Mr Parker."

The young boy held out his hand shyly and said, "Hi Mr Parker. We saw all your animals today and you dog licked me face. What is wrong with her eye?"

"Her name is Mollie and she was kicked in the face by a cow a long time ago and can't see out of that eye any more but she manages fine. She can be your dog while you are staying here if you like."

"Mom?"

"I really don't know."

"That answer is almost as good as your mom saying yes Mike. We'll ask her again in the morning after we show her what a happy and kind dog Mollie is."

"Toni are you going to kiss me?"

"Yes because mommy won't."

Beau snorted, "I haven't said I won't, at least not yet."

Ryan grabbed Toni and she yelled in delight as he held her high above his head. She grabbed Ryan by his collar and pulled her head down and kissed him on the forehead.

"I like you."

"And I like you too Toni and Mike and mommy."

"Kiss him mommy."

Beau darted forward and kissed Ryan on the cheek and backed-off quickly.

Ryan said, "Beau you pour the drinks while Kim checks on dinner and Maggie and I settle the babies who look more than ready for bed. Kim will tell you what to pour. Come on kids, come and see the babies placed in their cots but please be very quiet. You might like to kiss them Toni but not on the lips and Mike you can shake their toys strung over their cots. They like watching that movement."

Everyone did what was asked of them.

Toni took Ryan's hand. "Can I call you Ryan?"

"That depends on what mommy says. Ask her during dinner when we will all be more relaxed. I think it's good that you like me."

"Well you are nice; that's why I like you."

Ryan walked off and glanced at Beau who looked less than pleased. Well, he thought, after the trauma she'd been through she would be rather off men and he'd asked her to pour drinks, ignoring the fact she had fingers on both hands strapped up.

Oh shit.

He was relieved to hear Kim say gently to Beau, "Come on, he's only trying to get you back on to normal keel as soon as possible. He knows you have been through hell."

Later at the table Ryan watched Kim cut up Beau's food to allow Beau to eat with a spoon. He sighed and thought what an asshole he'd been ignoring the after-affects of her trauma and her discomfort.

Near the end of the meal Toni asked her mom could she call Ryan by his first name and Beau, without looking up, dully said yes and Mike could too if that was okay by Mr Parker.

"Mommy are you going to start calling Mr Aiken Ryan?"

"I don't know," Beau said, and burst into tears.

Ryan immediately rose and said, "Come on kids, help me to take some special chow out to the horses and close the door to the henhouse."

"What kind of chow?" Toni asked, taking Ryan's hand.

Shortly after midnight that night Ryan answered a door knock and faced a distressed looking Brenda Childs and a policewoman.

"Oh Christ," Ryan said. "Something bad has happened. Come in. I'll get Beau."

"I'll fetch her,' said the arriving Maggie who was still tying her robe.

As soon as Beau was seated with Brenda and Maggie standing on both sides of her stroking her hair and arms the police sergeant identified herself and told Beau that Peter Grant Parker had been shot dead during an argument outside his home by one of two assailants who'd been arguing with him loudly over a gambling debt. Their raised voices had awoken two neighbors who'd witnessed the shooting and one of them identified the assailant's vehicle that was located by police outside a bar thirty minutes later and the two suspects were arrested.

"I am so sorry Mrs Parker," the police officer said and only then did Beau cry.

"Thank you. It's all over," she sobbed.

Two nights later Beau came into the day room from her bedroom and found a wall light on and Ryan, Kim and Maggie, all nude, in a tangle of arms and legs on one of the sofas.

"Oh hi Beau," said Maggie, lifting her head.

"Oh I apologize for intruding," Beau said sounding a little breathless. "Ignore me. I'm going to get a drink of water."

"Beau we don't think what we're doing is evil," Kim said and Beau smiled and said it looked like fun and wasn't Ryan such a perfect host.

Ryan said, "We had no wish to embarrass you."

"You haven't significantly and I'm not offended Ryan. Good night and you guys sleep late as tomorrow is Saturday. Toni will help me get breakfast."

Beau's behavior toward Ryan, Maggie and Kim next day appeared perfectly normal expect they all noticed Beau appeared to be slightly more relaxed and her smiles were, well, softer.

CHAPTER 2

A month after the killing, with legal processes yet to conclude, Beau accepted Ryan's offer to stay on indefinitely. Her house had not yet sold and she had no desire to return to it and was aware as the sole beneficiary of her murdered husband's life insurance policy the insurance company had frozen action pending the decisions at the defendants' trial and the Coroner's Court findings.

"Yes I would like to stay. The children are well settled in the local school and we are all so happy here. You are such a kind man. But I'll only stay if you accept my payment of rent from the time of my arrival."

They were sitting out on the terrace. The babies were sleeping and Kim and Maggie had taken Toni and Mike over the fields to see the horses.

Sipping coffee Ryan said, "I shall only accept a modest rent from today if today is the day you decide to stay indefinitely."

"That's not fair on you. My children and I have been living on your hospitality for almost six weeks."

"Well that's my decision."

"Well it's a charitable decision and I object. How much rent for our two rooms and use of amenities and you providing food do you suggest?"

While Ryan considered that Beau, elbows on the table and palming her coffee cup in both hands, studied him. Finally he stated a figure.

"That's charity," Beau snorted. "I'll pay double that."

"No way."

"Yes or we'll leave."

Ryan picked up his coffee and looked rather cross.

Beau gave him more to think about. "And sex, what will be the arrangement about sex?"

Ryan spluttered coffee over the table and Beau giggled.

He returned with a paper towel grinning and wiping the mess said, "I've not heard you giggle until just then."

"I don't giggle; I laugh."

"I say you just giggled like a carefree teenager."

Beau wasn't backing down. 

"I'm far from being carefree and I'm long passed being a teenager."

"I know but I also know you are now making a real effort to regain a normal life. You know I can't imagine you having sex with me."

Beau flared and said why not?

"You are off men for obvious reasons and you see me as being over-confident, too overly confident with women and..."

"Stop that. My children more than like you and I respect their judgment. Maggie and Kim adore you and have sex with you and acting a pig you even plunder them together. It seems to me they'd have to be desperate to want to do that but I believe my eyes and from that night when I saw you three together I recall neither of them looked desperate and whenever I see they around you they appear incredibly relaxed. And at evenings when you arrive home you three look exactly like a suburban husband and his two wives. They speak very favorably about you and are adamant you have turned their lives around."

"Well they're worth it."

"And I'm not?"

"Of course you are."

"Then when do we have sex?"

"Let my see your breasts."

Beau blushed hugely.

"What you mean right now?"

"Yes."

"For what purpose?"

"It will tell me you are serious about having sex with me and respect me sufficiently to be prepared to show me your tits."

"God this is primitive."

Ryan laughed easily and said did she mean sex wasn't primitive."

"Not for sophisticated couples it isn't," Beau said primly.

"What not even when they get down to it sweating and fingering?"

She giggled.

"Oh god I can still giggle!" she declared, sounding rather pleased and lifting her top and pulling her bra up at the same time to release a couple of pale and fat orbs centered with nipples that obviously were erecting sexually.

"Oooh very nice," Ryan smirked. "That's enough."

"No I like displaying for you but I'd like to trim my vulva before you see that."

"You mean your pussy?" Ryan grinned.

"You may call it my cunt if that makes you happy but be aware the vulva is not the woman's cunt."

"Um are you okay talking to me like this?"

"Yes very okay. I'm no prude Ryan and never have been."

"You have lovely breasts."

"Thank you. Come over and suck them. I wish to have confirmation you are serious about having sex with me."

One of the babies began crying.

"Saved by the bell," he grinned.

Beau said she would go to Anna. She stood and began stowing her breasts.

"Anna, you can tell that's Anna?"

"Yes her cry is both lighter and higher than Judd's. Come and kiss me before I go."

They kissed, softly and unhurriedly.

When Ryan went in her found Beau giving Anna a bottle.

He scuffed a foot and said rather awkwardly, "Um about sex, when can we fit it in?"

Beau blushed beautifully and giggled. "God you are something; the thought of you fitting into me makes me blush. I pose a problem because you'll have a busy schedule with those other two and I would only want to go solo with you."

"Maggie, Kim and I have sex twice or occasionally three times a week. The rule is we have it out here as bedroom sex is more intimate and I didn't want to risk either of them becoming romantically attached to me. If they are not happy about that they haven't told me. I'm thirty-seven and that's a little too old for them."

"Stand slightly behind me as I don't wish Anna to be looking at you. Show me your cock."

"What? You can't be serious."

"Oh but I am."

"I'm not erect."

"That doesn't matter."

Biting his bottom lip Ryan dropped his pants and pulled down his briefs.

"Oooh, very nice and very bald. Who shaves you?"

Ryan looked very embarrassed.

"I thought so. I guess Maggie."

Ryan said yes and it was Maggie who'd suggested it

"Okay you can put it away. It's the first totally bald cock I've ever seen and I think it's rather an improvement but your balls look very red. I can hear the others arriving back."

"Oh god."

Beau laughed watching Ryan almost unbalance in the rush to pull up his pants. She said she thought it was a very handsome penis and looked more than adequate to do the job.

Ryan looked close to panicking.

When the kids were in the kitchen having milk and a cookie Beau arrived in the day room with coffee. Both babies were on a rug nude and kicking in the sunlight streaming in through the open French doors. Judd had just had some juice and was now very happy.

Beau said, "While you guys were away I spoke to Ryan about having sex with me."

Ryan looked at the ceiling and Kim and Maggie laughed and glanced repeatedly between Ryan and Beau.

"That's okay by me," Maggie said generously.

"Me too," Kim smiled. "We'll have to get more protein into him."

"Um I was thinking of perhaps just one night a week, alone with Ryan."

"Good idea," Maggie said seriously. "We wouldn't want to kill the poor guy."

Ryan groaned and the women giggled.

"Welcome to the Ryan Aiken Athletic and Fitness Club," Kim cooed. "I'm sure Ryan will easily accommodate you because he has a great amount of downtime."

Maggie said she was surprised that Beau was prepared to have a man touch her ever again after what she'd endured.

Ryan in particular looked at Beau, waiting for the reply.

"Yeah will I'm rather surprised as well. But when I saw you three together that night and your faces looking ever so happy I was jolted into realizing what I was missing. Was his cock really in your butt Kim?"

"Um," said Kim coloring and they watched Ryan scuttle through the doorway.

Ryan returned an hour later from the neighbors leading a saddled pony and yelled, "Toni and Mike; look what I have for you."




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"Oh," squealed Toni. ""Mike has bought me a pony."

He mother said firmly, "He said nothing about buying it and also said it was for both of you."

"Yeah for both of us," Mike said, standing up for himself.

They raced out and Ryan put a riding cap on Toni before lifting her on to the saddle.

"Eek it's a long way up," she said and erased that objection as soon as Ryan snorted rubbish, that Trixie was only a small pony."

The others have come out to watch this auspicious event.

"Mrs Armstrong's daughter Sally is away at boarding school. Ida has agreed to us caring for Trixie over here providing Sally can come over and ride her when home on school breaks and I said what a wonderful idea. I have done a lot of fence repairs with Freddie Armstrong without charge and so they feel beholden for me."

"Oh that's so lovely," Beau practically purred. "I must thank her."

"I invited Ida and Freddie over for dinner tomorrow night and told them you girls would cook them dinner."

"You are calling me a girl?" Beau bubbled. "May I cook a special treat dinner tomorrow night? I have not cooked much for you guys."

"Yes," Kim said and you cap the night by having nookie."

"What's nookie?" Mike asked.

"I have no idea darling. Isn't Trixie a lovely pony?"

"Yeah I think so."

After leading the pony for a circuit around the lawn Ryan allowed Toni to ride unassisted. She handled the situation well and Trixie was used to this as the other three Armstrong children had ridden her when they were youngsters.

"Okay my young horsewoman. It's Mike's turn now."

"No Trixie is my pony."

Beau sighed but before she could scold her daughter Ryan was already taking control.

"Apologize to Mike for being mean to him and then dismount and hand over Trixie. If you make a fuss or continue with bad manners you will be grounded for a week."

"Oh no. Sorry Mike," Toni said, sliding off the pony and managing to land well. "Go for your first ride on our pony Mikey."

Mike rode less confidently than Toni but he was fine. When Ryan and the kids returned from unsaddling and grooming Trixie they found the three women on the deck having a pre-lunch drink.

Ignoring her children Beau stood and went straight over to Ryan and kissed him on the mouth generously and said, "Making that arrangement with Trixie for the benefit of my children was a truly wonderful think for you to do."

Kim and Maggie clapped and Toni said, "Kiss him again mom. He deserves it."

Ida and Freddie Armstrong left at 9:00, hailing Beau for cooking such a beautiful roast turkey dinner and thanking everyone for a wonderful evening. Returning indoors after waving them off Maggie placed her arms around Toni and Mike and said, "Come on you two, you are almost asleep on your feet and your mom needs a rest. I'll put you to bed. Go kiss your mom and Ryan."

Beau eyed Ryan nervously, licked her lips and said. "I'm embarrassed."

"Then do it with the lights off."

"No it's not that. I've been thinking about this for most of the day, believing tonight would be the night."

Ryan finished off about his seventh wine. It was either seven or eight. Who was counting?

"Why be embarrassed," he leered. At your age you would have had somewhere between twenty-five and fifty-five different dicks up you."

Beau squirmed and said it was not that and that wild estimate was a total exaggeration.

"Well what is it?"

"I've changed my panties three times this evening and I'm still dripping. This is so embarrassing."

"Oh boy, my favorite babe. I like babes who drip"

"You do?"

"Yes absolutely. You may drip all over me. We best put towels over the sofa."

"I'll get them."

"No please allow me Beau and please don't be embarrassed about anything. Slip a finger wet with the pussy juice up my butt if you feel that way inclined."

"I-I don't believe I will."

"Well no problem. I have no wish to have you under pressure. Will you ignore the fact that you are dripping and allow my to suck your cunt?"

"My cunt? God you are awful."

"Are you sure I said cunt?"

"Yes and don't you deny it."

"Say that word to me again."

Beau squirmed and took a deep breath and looking straight at Ryan said, "Cunt, cunt, cunt... I do hope you like my cunt."

"Good girl. Now keep your cunt warm for me while I go off for towels."

Ryan returned nude from the bathroom with towels to find Beau was also nude and he noted approvingly that she had a beautifully trimmed vulva.

He looked at it and his cock twanged to attention.

"Omigod Ryan, I don't think I can take all of that."

"That's okay. Many women appear to have a misguided impression about the smallness of their cunt, one of the exceptions being babes who own big fat dildos."

"Ryan you are awful."

"Good, let's kiss and then you might like to kiss and lick my cock and then attempt to swallow the lot."

They kissed and Beau dropped to her knees with the speed of a falling rock. 

Ryan braced himself and then leaned over her slightly and dropped his arms to come in under hers to grasp two big handfuls of tit. 

Beau groaned as he squeezed as she finished a long lick up from his groin and just as she began to push her lips over the helmet of his cock said, "Let's not rush this Ryan. Take half the night if you wish."

"I wish," he gasped as she ran her teeth down over his shaft.

Later when he'd positioned Beau on the sofa on her knees and she leant over the arm he climbed partly over her, supporting himself on one knee beyond her far hip while leaving his other foot on the carpet he saw she was dripping wet and grinned.

"Reach a hand between your legs and feed me into you at the pace that keeps you happy."

"Oh such a kind man," she said, sweeping back her long blonde hair and looking back at him coquettishly.

"Well you might not have enjoyed a fuck for quite sometime and so I would like this one to be memorable for you as well as for me. I'm sure there is no need for me to stimulate you," he said, eyeing the glistening pussy.

"Oh such a polite man," Beau said, clasping his erection.

He darted his tongue in and out of the entrance to Beau's mouth and she finally flickered her tongue and when their tongues touched he felt the high-charged flash of sizzling sensuality and guessed that she did too.

Her groan came from deep within her.

They touched and fingered unhurriedly and delicately.

Ryan could feel her body heat building and suspected a memorable fuck was in the making. He licked his lips as he felt the helmet of his cock being stroked up and down her outer lips and then it slipped between the lips and that was greeted by a triumphant or perhaps joyful groan from Beau. It was very unlikely that sound would have been a complaint from this recently widowed woman wanting so much to be fucked. The thought of fucking such a lovely woman added perhaps another half-inch to Ryan's already fully extended shaft.

"Do you wish to be fucked?" he whispered.

"Attempting to be an idiot doesn't become you," she panted. "Push in right to the hilt but slowly. Omigod this is so beautiful." 

Ryan thought all women ought to be this grateful at the opportunity of enjoying sexual connection. He felt privileged to be giving Mrs Beau Parker what she really wanted out of life right now.

As the engagement continued Ryan couldn't help thinking it was very agreeable having a more mature woman with a bit more meat over her bones in his arms. Both Maggie and Kim were underweight, Kim particularly so, but that's where the temptation to make any other comparisons would rest.

When he was in she whispered, "It feels fine. There's no rush. Let it soak for a minute or two. It's so pleasant having a non aggressive cock deep inside me."

Ryan worried needlessly about whether he could come if the entire initial fuck was to be accomplished in slow motion. They ground away slowly for almost an hour, in a kind of leisurely slip/slide/groan/pullback routine and at times he hung on to her tits and squeezed and that really had her groaning softly. He began thinking about breakfast when she brought him back to the pre-midnight presence when she whispered, "Can you pump faster now; my body is preparing to come."

He knew not to gallop and so built up the pace smoothly and when he heard Beau's heavy breathing turn into a pant and watched her head roll from side to side Ryan thrust his middle finger into the juices leaking from pussy and slowly eased that finger anally, meeting little resistance and that told him something. Beau squealed and jerked and twisted into a huge release.

She skillfully retained her position rather than collapsing and gasped, "Don't be too long. 

He withdrew his finger and she said thanks and pushed in a hand under him and began to gently squeeze his balls. 

Ryan liked that and was wrong if he thought he'd prolong that good feeling for quite sometime because Beau squeezed internally and gradually that proved too much for the pulsating cock head and Ryan bellowed into ejaculation. He slumped half off Beau who turned her head to him and that locked into a very deep kiss as soon as Ryan's breathing was under control.

As they came out of that kiss he gently squeezed one of Beau's nipples and kissed the tip of her nose and said, "I regard that as a memorable fuck."

"Me too," she said, reaching behind to scope semen from off her back and staring at him as she sucked those two fingers lasciviously.

They appeared completely in turn.

He said she was a great fuck and smiling Beau said she was so happy.

CHAPTER 3

Beatrice (Beau) Wallis as she was then went on a date on New Year's Eve with a guy Pete Parker from the insurance company office where they both worked as sub-managers in the claims department. Pete was between girlfriends and Beau regular guy had gone home from Christmas. He'd invited her but she was not particularly comfortable with his mother so had declined.

Beau and Pete had a great time at the party and were among the last to leave and Claire the hostess invited them to stay and they agreed, neither of them expecting to be placed in a single bed and sharing the bedroom with another couple. The other couple kept them awake making so much noise at having sex that Beau gave in to Pete's advances. He turned out to be much better at sex that her boyfriend and she made the fateful decision to switch boyfriends and seven months later she and Pete married and six weeks later Beau was pregnant.

She was reasonably happy and being pregnant introduced new excitement and focus into her life. The cruised along as a family and then two years ago Pete made friends with another couple of married guys and the three of them went out every Friday night. Then Pete became depressed and attempted her to agree to take out a mortgage on the house after they'd only become mortgage-free two months earlier. 

She refused saying they'd worked extra hours to pay off debt and he became sullen and then told her he owed almost $8000 in gambling debts.

Beau was shocked because she'd been under the impression Pete didn't really like to gamble. He blamed Tony and Alan for leading him astray and she said to drop them immediately as being undesirable friends. He said no and she insisted. They were an argument and that's when he hit her for the first time. He began hitting her quite often after that and even hit her when Beau suggested counseling but finally agreed on that when Beau said she would leave him unless they completed a counseling program and she would take the children.

At counseling Beau was shocked to learn that Pete had used the investments from money he'd received from his grandmother's estate to reduce his gambling debts that had reached $37,000 and now stood at $15,000.

They went home and rowed and he knocked her to the ground and kicked her repeatedly. Then two days later they rowed again and that's when her lost it totally, breaking her fingers and yelling she was lucky he wasn't knifing her. Filled with remorse Pete took Beau to the medical center and he sat with the children while Beau lied to the nurse and doctor that she'd fallen off the stairs and landed awkwardly, breaking her fall on her outstretched hands. When he went off Beau called social welfare and within the hour Mrs Childs arrived.

"Well dear you can't really look after your children with fingers strapped up like that. Tell me what happened."

Beau repeated the story she'd told at the medical center knowing Mrs Childs would have read that report.

"Dear you are lying, aren't you? You have no stairs in this house."

Beau burst into tears and denied having been beaten prior to that day."

"Let's pack your things and everything you need for the children," Mrs Childs said. "At present I find this is an undesirable environment for you and yours children."

"No I won't leave. I only want my husband warned off."

"Darling what will your reaction be if your husband starts beating your children."

"Oh god," Beau screamed, and clasped Mrs Childs while crying uncontrollably.

When she calmed Beau said she was ready to pack and would appreciate help to do that. The children were staying with one of Beau's neighbors.

* * *

The idea of living with a weirdo unmarried attorney who lived on a few acres with two abandoned mothers had no appeal to Beau but as Mrs Childs had pointed out it was the best option she had at the moment at it would be a refuge for her and her children because they could reside there and it was very unlikely her dangerous husband would locate them.

Beau arrived at the law office without knowing what to expect although Mrs Childs had assured her several times that Mr Aiken was a very nice man. But what did that really mean. Most people thought her wife-beating husband was a very nice man. Beau went in half-expecting a misfit that possible would look ugly with a twisted jaw and who walked with a limp and would look exhausted from having sex night and morning with two abandoned mothers, young mothers Mrs Childs had said.

The PA took Beau into Mr Aiken and Beau gasped audibly because she saw instantly he was nothing like a Quasimoto and she felt her knees practically knock. The guy was nothing short of handsome, lean and tall with dark blond curly hair, a huge-great-teeth-smile and hazel eyes. Omigod she was half in love with him already.

At the courthouse when one of the abandoned mothers, Maggie arrived to sit with her and Mrs Childs, Beau thought immediately what a lovely young woman Maggie was and welcomed Maggie's arm around her. Christ who could abandon a honey like Maggie. The husband must be loco.

She half-saw her husband looking at her, menacingly she thought, but evaded catching his eye.

Maggie felt her shake and had whispered, "Don't worry Beau, he won't be allowed to hurt you ever again."

Beau had the distinct feeling that someone 'from above' had just spoken to her. It was so reassuring.

When Maggie was driving her to the farm and Mrs Childs had gone to collect the children, Beau could tell from what Maggie was saying about Ryan as she called him that Maggie was in love with him.

"Are you hoping something lovely happens between you and Mr Aiken?"

"It won't happen. He's made that quite clear and also to Kim. You may as well know he has sex with us."

"Oh."

"Yes and he's great at it. He's thirty-seven and Kim and I believe he thinks he's too old for us. We are probably not educated and sophisticated enough for him to have as a long-term partner but you are without our social deficiencies."

"Oh you'll be wrong about me and besides I have two children."

Maggie laughed delightedly and said, "Ryan really likes babies and I suspect will love older children. He's possibly yours for the taking Maggie once your present difficulties are resolved."

"Maggie would you be a darling and do something for me?"

"Yes of course. Shoot?"

"Please don't mention that conversation we just had to anyone, particularly your friends and Mr Aiken."

"Yes of course I agree to that. But don't be surprised if similar thoughts are voiced independently by Kim."

"Thanks Maggie. Now tell me something about yourself and Kim and your children."

It was a typical sprawling farmhouse with character and Beau took to it instantly.

"Oh its lovely and looks well maintained."

"Yes Ryan bought it from his mother recently and she's gone off to live closer to her sister. It was the originally homestead for a seven thousand acre ranch that Ryan's grandparents began to subdivide off many years ago and Ryan's later father continued the downsizing. We all like living here being so close to the city and yet in a country environment. Ryan bought this vehicle for Kim and me to use and now it will be shared by you."

"No I won 't wish to become beholden to Mr Aiken."

"You will find that impossible to resist darling. He treats us all like family and acts like a surrogate father to our children."

"Omigod."

"Exactly Beau. Now please tell me about yourself and your children." 

Beau watched enviously the arrival home of Ryan. The two younger women rushed to smother him and were kissed affectionately and they practically were waving their tails in delight. Then her pleasure at witnessing that homely scene although feeling excluded faded rapidly as she was put under pressure at being kissed by Ryan but she managed to respond in time to avoid an awkward impasse.

Then after midnight came the dreadful news about Pete being shot to death. She managed to hold up well and was unhappy that his life should have ended that way. When she'd asked Ryan what now he'd said to prepare for court hearings over the murder to drag on for months and to expect to be hounded by the media. He advised her to admit having only the slightest knowledge of Pete's gambling and that on the night he told her he was into debt by thousands of dollars they rowed and he assaulted her severely, that time breaking five of her fingers. When accompanying her to be interviewed extensively by the Police he advised her to tell the truth and nothing but the truth but also to avoid any elaboration unless she was sure of the details and not to volunteer information. He said she must endeavor from the outset to give the impression of being a truthful and reliable witness.

Beau recalled that conversation.

"But this is making me out to be a suspect. Why am I facing being questioned like that?"

"The police wish to gather all the facts to establish their case against the accused in this homicide case. Remember that is their goal, they are not out to help you. They will wish to examine whether you were seriously implicated in that fatal shooting." 

"Me implicated? Don't be absurd. There's no way any reasonable person could associate me..."

And then Beau stopped and turned pale, the horror of realization gripping her.

"Omigod the Police suspect me of hiring those two thugs to extract my revenge."

"Very intelligent thinking," Ryan had smiled. "It's the job of the Police to leave no stone unturned but keep relaxed. When our senior trail attorney enters into pre-trial conferences the two accused will learn of two things: the benefits to them of revealing who hired them to rough up your husband and the retribution they face should they be found to have lied about that. Jack Harrison our top guy will soon ask you as a witness whether you hired those thugs."

"But why? I'm innocent."

"To satisfy himself you are telling the truth. He'll have no wish to be faced with any unexpected surprises. You should be aware whatever you tell your defense team is protected under privilege unless your chief attorney decides to reveal it in your best interest. Be aware whatever a witness tells the police may be used by the prosecution in court."

When asked by the Police Inspector during that formal interview had she hired the two men accused of killing her husband, Beau reacted sharply, with outrage, saying she totally rejected such a slime ball aspersion. Jack Harrison smiled at his client and told Beau to take it easy.




Fortuitous Circumstances



Author's Note: Some people complained about my story, Fortuitous Circumstances, so I rewrote it.

*

I turned the knob of the door to the laundry room and walked in, carrying my sack of dirty clothes in the other hand. Well, it was until I looked up and saw my naked sister Melissa sucking our brother Andrew's cock. Then the sack hit the floor and all my clothes spilled out. I let out a huge gasp of shock, and Andrew's eyes jerked open. He pushed Mel off of him and I ran back to my room.

I slammed the door closed locking it and threw myself on my bed. My face was hot and red, and I couldn't catch my breath. Then my mind wandered to the brief glimpse of Melissa's boob that I saw before I turned tail. My dick twitched at the image. I had lusted after my sister for years, but had kept it my most closely guarded secret, fearing her reaction if she ever discovered my perverted kink. Little did I know she was acting on that very same fantasy the entire time with our younger brother.

I reached down my boxer's and squeezed my cock. My eyes rolled back into my head, and then I was jerked out of my reverie by a loud knock on my door.

"Who's there?" I questioned

"It's me" the intruder answered in Mel's voice.

God, this was going to be awkward. I got up and opened the door. As soon as I did, Melissa shoved me back inside and closed the door, locking it. She was wearing my bathrobe, which had been in the sack of laundry. I sat on the edge of my bed.

"Look, I'm sorry for walking in on you like that."

"Why should you be sorry? We really shouldn't have been doing that there. I tried to tell Andrew that, but he insisted it was OK because everyone was gone. We both forgot about you being here. You've been gone so long, we kinda got used to it."

I'd been in the Army for the last eight years, mostly deployed to Afghanistan.

"Yeah...I guess so."

There was a long, awkward silence.

"Look, Daniel, you can't tell anyone about what you saw. I would die. Please, I'm begging you."

"Well, I don't know...it's a pretty juicy piece of gossip. I need something in return for my silence."

I was joking, but Melissa took me seriously, her eyes welled up with tears. "I'll do anything, Dan" as she said it, she laid her hand suggestively on my crotch. My jaw dropped.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?!" I asked, flabbergasted.

She said nothing in response, she simply started undoing my pants fly. I wanted to stop her, but my little head was depriving my big head of blood supply. Mr. Penis was in charge of my body now, and Mr. Penis didn't care who was about to stick him inside their mouth as long as it was a female and her mouth was warm and wet.

Oh was it. Her mouth rivaled half the pussies I'd fucked so far, which admittedly wasn't that many, but it was a few. She sucked on my schlong harder than a hoover vaccum.

"Oh gawd..." I moaned involuntarily as she slid my dick out of her mouth with a loud pop and just tongued my head "Take the robe off, I want to see your tits!"

She enthusiastically obliged, removing her mouth from my man sausage barely long enough to shed my robe before devouring it again. She took my entire six inches into her mouth and held it there while she tried to massage the head with her throat muscles.

I lost it, grabbing a handful of her hair, and proceeded to skull fuck her ramming my cock in and out of her mouth. "Uuuuuuuuugh" I grunted as I finally exploded down her throat. When I finished drowning her in semen, I let go of her hair, allowing her to bolt to her feet and run out of my bedroom, crying hysterically.

I hoped my folks were still out. I'd have a lot of explaining to do if they saw my naked sister fleeing from my room.



Fortuitous



I had a few false starts, but with the increased cash flow I was able to come up with what I thought was a composite of modern functions and medieval appearance detailed with the CAD software. I spent the remainder of that first month milling the wood components, then integrating them with existing components used in a lot of automated manufacturing processes. I just needed a test dummy to try my new mechanism out on. There was no one I knew that I could even consider for such a job. This machine was so very complicated compared to the bench which folded into an innocent looking boxed foot stool, I didn't know what do. So I made use of one of my few resources. I called Ms. Dresden.

I called her, on the pretext of giving her an update on my work completing her order. After giving her those details, and promising that I was ahead of schedule, I told her what I had created. She was more than interested. She even asked me if my parents had been kinky and whether I had discovered that and become interested myself. To tell the truth, that made me a bit angry, and I think she could detect the anger, though I tried to control my emotions during my denial.

She said she would be happy to send the man who I had seen at her home out for me to use as a test subject, but that repulsed me. I wasn't some homosexual, and told her so. Laughing, she said she should have known I would refuse a male test subject and promised to have a female drive out the next day. She assured me that the female would be perfectly suitable for my test subject.

Sure enough, at ten in the morning the next day, when both Abe and his nephew, Ken, were off duty, a little VW Beetle pulled up in my drive. An incredibly beautiful lady exited the Beetle as I walked out to greet her. She was attired only in a skin tight tube top, short-shorts, and flip-flops.

"Hi! I'm Dawn. Ms. Dresden sent me to help you out." We shook hands as I introduced myself. Then I found myself blushing as she continued, "Ms. Dresden said I should let you fuck me in my pussy or my ass, or suck you off. She said that you were very creative and needed someone that was cooperative."

I didn't know how to respond, so I just said, "Let's get to work."

I had performed the assembly of the major components in the cottage living room, so that Abe and Ken wouldn't know what was going on. I sort of feared them getting offended if they found out they were making kinky sex furniture. And this item did look like sex furniture in its operational mode. However, once its function was not required, it did fold into a strange looking piece of furniture that most resembled a one person yard swing with a supporting a-frame stand. 

What neither Dawn nor Ms. Dresden knew, was that I had also been working on another piece of equipment, which was rather small compared to the transforming stocks. The sight of the heavy ball stretching weight on her man's scrotum had revealed some impracticalities. It worked to stretch his testicles down to the limits of his scrotum, but only when he was standing up or kneeling. I also surmised that under his clothing, the friction of the clothing would mute the effect. My reading on the BDSM sites that dealt with domination of males also indicated that women such as Ms. Dresden would love being able to maintain that stretch in any position, and at the same time be able to control the amount of stretch.

For some reason, an odd idea popped into my head. What if two rings of metal were used? If both were magnetized and the poles were oriented in opposing directions, the magnets would push them apart. Milling magnets didn't seem practical, but constructing coils about a metal cylinder to create a magnetic field when an electric current was passed through it did seem feasible. Working on the lathe, I created two cylinders, with a hole in the center of exactly one and one half inches. That was the narrowest opening that could fit around my scrotum when I stretched it out after a hot bath. Each cylinder was then bisected and milled so that each could be bolted back together to form the weighted cylinder.

The next step was much more tedious; I had to hollow out the interior of each cylinder. Within that cavity, I inserted the coils, along with a small circuit board controlled by a microchip. Finding batteries for this application was difficult, and they were quite expensive, though rechargeable in a unique manner. Of course I had to have the circuit boards and coils built by a subcontractor in Southeast Asia, so I had a dozen of them made.

The circuit board controlled the recharging, by an external coil, similar to how some electric tooth brush batteries are charged without having exposed leads or poles. The circuit board also allowed the amount of energizing electricity, with activated the magnetic fields, to be varied from zero to a level that produced a steady ten pounds of opposing force. Have you ever tried to push the north poles of two large magnets together? You can do it with a pair of small ones, but the big magnets that weigh several pounds produce a surprising amount of resistance.

After I had all the components assembled, I tried the stretcher out on myself. I clamped the first one inch thick cylinder around my scrotum, and then the second. Picking up the remote, I dialed it to the first setting. It felt as if I had a two pound weight pulling my testicles away from my body. When I dialed it up to just half power, I nearly fainted. It felt as if my nuts were going to be ripped from my body! I knew I had another item that women such as Ms. Dresden would enjoy. Of course it was pricey. My cost for the first unit was going to be a whopping two thousand dollars! I had no idea if anyone would pay that much, plus a decent profit margin, but I hoped they would. The people involved in this kind of perversion seemed quite fixated on equipment to enhance their power over another, or being subjugated by another.

As I directed Dawn through the front door of my cottage, I wondered what sort of magnetic marvel I could conjure up to play havoc with her mind. As I watched her taut little rump sashaying along before me, a host of ideas rushed through my mind. But, for right now, I had an existing creation to fine tune, with her aid.

Dawn immediately spotted my 'contraption', which sat in the middle of the living area, and commented upon it, "Why it is beautiful. The wood has such splendid grain, and looks so warm and earthy. What kind of wood is it?"

"I used White Oak. It is strong, but has a well defined grain that produces a good contrast with the right stains and finishing. I coated it with a non-reactive polymer, so that it won't get stained."

"Well, we better get to work. What do you want me to do?" Dawn posed for me, thrusting her tube top clad breasts forward as she stood before me.

I had her sit in the swing and put her feet on the foot rest. It operated sort of like a gliding chair. Putting pressure on the footrest, then releasing the pressure caused it to begin swinging from the massive frame. I watched for a moment, and listened for points of friction that might squeak. But my hidden roller bearings kept it quiet and smooth.

Picking up the remote, I had Dawn step out of the swing. I picked up the remote, which was a panel similar in appearance to those whole house control panels. Pressing a single button caused the unit to begin its transformation. First, the thick foot rest had upper and lower layers of wood unfold, and rotate outward. This revealed a pair of holes, about four inches in diameter in the center piece. As the foot rest continued to expand, the plank with the holes split in the middle and parted several inches. When the three inch thick plank was parallel with the floor, its motion stopped.

Next, I pressed the bench control. Similarly, the seat back unfolded to reveal another thick plank with three holes, one for the neck and two for the wrists. As with the foot rest, this plank continued its motion, by separating and opening a gap down through the center of the three holes. It was now clearly a fairly conventional set of stocks, though suspended by a quartet of heavy four inch square posts.

Dawn smiled, "How ingenious! I would never have guessed!"

I might have blushed at her quite honest compliment, and her reaction. I shouldn't have been surprised when she immediately kicked off her plastic sandals, and then wriggled out of her shorts before peeling her tube top up and over her head.

I don't think I had ever seen such a perfect body! Her body put Ms. Dresden's to shame, as difficult as was that challenge. She had delightful breasts, those pear shaped, upwardly cantilevered, type that one rarely sees, even by those that peruse volumes of men's magazines and surfs the internet. Dawn also displayed one of those incredibly flat tummies, with no hint of abs. And just below that she had a fat, out thrust, pudendum that promised a soft landing for any man lucky enough to make landfall within her most private of places. It was not shaved. It was either plucked, waxed, or she had used some hair removal product.

Without a qualm, she stepped into the stocks and slid her feet into the ankle holes. The holes were leather lined. The leather lining hit small micro switches, which would over ride the controller. That was required because the ankle stock wasn't a simple split plank, but was actually three planks. On one side there were two planks, separated by the same thickness as the opposing plank, allowing the ankle stock to close like a pocketknife blade into the slot within the pocketknife's handle. Pressure upon the micro switches would over ride the remote's ability to continue closure of the stocks, preventing painful pinching. The closing force was only a couple of pounds; both opposing switches in each hole had to be contacted, in order to stop the closure. I didn't want anyone to be injured. And of course if the micro switches failed, the remote's closure function would be disabled. I had triple redundancy built into the system. I had been well grounded in shop equipment safety devices, and merely translated them into my creation.

Dawn leaned forward, easing her head of blonde hair through the appropriate hole in the upper stock. Then she lodged her wrists in the lower half-moon of the wrist holes. I touched the control pad and watched the upper stocks close. Quickly I moved around in front of the stocks and checked the tightness of the soft leather around her neck. I could easily insert two of my rather thick fingers between her neck and the leather, so there wasn't a chance of her choking.

Now it was time to check the positioning system. Another touch of the button and the upper yoke began to slowly glide downward until her head was lower than her delectable ass. As I moved back to her rear, the push of yet another button caused her ankle stocks to begin to telescope outward, spreading her legs, and exposing her most private areas to my view. Her inner labia were now swollen and protruding from her very plump outer labia, and that was clearly viewable because she had such a smoothly depilated cunt.

Over the next half hour, I used the remote to move Dawn from one position to another. My high tech stocks could shift her from a standing position to a bent over position with her hands and head near the floor in about ten seconds. I could also move her from a position resembling a jockey astride a thorough bred to the same position, but upon her back in about fifteen seconds, and all with the push of one or two buttons.

I tested my safety fail safes, to insure that someone placed in a reverse position couldn't be rotated so far backwards that they could suffer a spinal injury. Everything, with one exception, worked perfectly. Though Dawn didn't verbally protest, when I tried to extend her legs to maximal spread, I could tell that she was in pain. At that point I chided her, "Dawn, we are not engaged in some sadomasochistic exercise here! I'm testing equipment that could cause permanent physical harm to someone. From now on, if you experience pain, you must communicate that to me instantly! Understood?!"

Dawn responded with, "Yes, Master! I will obey!" 

That provoked a bit of anger from me, "Dawn, I am not your master, nor anyone's master. I'm just an inventor, trying to make an honest dollar. I'm straight as an arrow. So, please, no more of this 'master/slave' bullshit. OK?"

"Yes, Mas...Mr. Combs."

"Call me Jack, Dawn."

"Yes, sir."

As I continued to put the machine, and Dawn's flexibility to the test, I was making notes. I made sure to add the installation of lateral micro switches to all the apertures in the stocks, in order to avoid over stretching someone laterally. Dislocations of major joints are serious injuries. I also jotted down a reminder to restrict over all pressure to less than ten pounds, which most people could resist for quit some time. If they quit resisting, then they would engage the micro switches and trigger the fail safe. The fail safe would return the system to an original neutral position.

By the time that I had finished my detailed testing procedure, it was obvious that Dawn was sexually excited. Not only were her inner labia flushed and swollen, but her vagina was positively dripping fluids! Her large nipples were swollen and erect, and the upper surfaces of her breasts were flushed, along with her chest.

When I released her, she asked for the location of the bathroom. After she returned, still naked, she asked, "May I suck your cock, Mas...er...Jack?"

Not wanting to get into this scene, I replied, "Dawn, if you truly wish to do so, yes. But if you are trying to fulfill some slave fantasy for Ms. Dresden, or someone else, no."

She dropped her head, "I don't know what I want, Jack. I've been doing this scene for two years. I expect to be subservient. Isn't a woman's place to do what the dominant male wishes?"

For that I had no answer, and when I hesitated, she was suddenly on her knees, fumbling with my belt and zipper. She had some quite obvious problems contending with the extraction of my erection. I had the distinct impression that she wasn't quite as familiar with men as she would have me believe, so I stopped her.

"Dawn, have you ever done this to a man before? You act as if you've never done this before."

She looked up at me, with eyes that were just starting to tear up with that salty solution that women are so prone to spill, "Oh, God, Jack! Mistress Dresden said you were perceptive. I just...well...I've been a lesbian since I was very young. I've only been with women, and that's the way I always thought I wanted it to be. But you're, well, you're different. Do you mind if I try? I think I want to try."

I merely nodded my head to assent to her confused request. And with that, she began to kiss the head of my erection. My generous foreskin was still protecting my glans, so I gasped when she wormed her tongue inside and began to run it around the tip of my glans, even as she held the foreskin in the extended position. As she deepened the delving, her tongue stretched my foreskin deliciously.

I had never had anyone, including Ms. Dresden, do that to me. As Dawn's tongue swirled on the topside of my glans, the stretching pleasure of my distended foreskin was translated into pressure upon the opposite side of my glans. I had never even conceived of such a rare sensation, so within a minute, I found myself leaking copious amounts of pre-ejaculation fluids into her mouth. As she tasted them, she shoved her lips down over my entire glans, even as her mouth continued stretching and torturing my glans at the same time. A minute after that innovation, she added a pulsating suction to my glans. And I couldn't restrain myself. I think I muttered a guttural warning, but can't remember for sure. All that I know for certain was that as I began squirting long ropes of semen into her mouth, Dawn just sucked harder. It was amazingly intense.

A few minutes later, I realized she was still sucking gently at my glans, though now she had retracted my foreskin. The sensation was almost more than I could bear after such a monstrous orgasm, so I reached down and placed my hands on her cheeks and gently drew her face away from my twitching prick, "Dawn that was the best oral sex I've ever had! Are you sure that you are a lesbian?"

She giggled, "Maybe I'm not as much of a lesbian as I thought I was. But you did something that made it seem right."

"What did I do, Dawn?" I was certainly curious.

"Well, you were concerned about me being in pain...considerate....not like any man I've ever met before. And, well, you are so very talented. I just can't believe that you are so straight, considering the bench Ms. Dresden showed me, and this...what do you call it?"

"I don't have a name for it, yet. Any suggestions? Wait! I have it! We are going to call it Sunrise, which is 'dawn'. How's that!" I thought she was going to cry. But she didn't. Instead, she jumped up and gave me a very sloppy, very wet, French kiss! And then, before I was quite back to normal, she was going back down the hill in her little Beetle.

A couple of hours later, Ms. Dresden called, "Mr. Combs, your Sunrise Stocks seem quite intriguing. When might you have it ready for deliver?"

"Ms. Dresden, I haven't completed my cost accounting yet. But I can have you a price within a couple of days. Except, it will take me about a couple of more days to make the improvements required to make it perfectly safe.

"Very well Mr. Combs, I want the first model. And I want you to demonstrate it for me and a few select friends. The first Saturday after you deliver it, which according to my calendar will be in one week."

"But you don't know how much it will cost, Ma'am." I wasn't used to the ultra rich, and their needs.

"Cost isn't pertinent. Dawn's report is all that I need. And, may I compliment you. You are the first man that has turned her toward the masculine side of pleasure. You are most unique, Mr. Combs. Call me to confirm the actual delivery date, and I expect you to instruct me on how to utilize the Sunrise Stock effectively at the same time." The line went dead.

After a few phone calls, I immediately put the calculator to work. I could make the Sunrise Stocks for right at three thousand dollars, if I subcontracted out the electronic and major components. My only challenge was whether old Abe and Ken would get wise to what they were assembling. So the next morning I had a heart to heart with old Abe. His response was somewhat surprising.

"Sonny, I spent 30 years in the United States Navy. I've done more women than you can imagine, and they all had a kinky side. You think I didn't figure out what that box we were making was really intended for?" He cackled, "Sonny, don't worry about me, and Ken is dumber than a box of nails. He just does what I show him to do. As long as the paychecks keep coming, we won't wart you with 'sensibilities'. Ain't none of our business."

I mentally slated Abe for a hundred dollar bonus for every piece of equipment we completed, though I wouldn't give it to him until he needed it or he quit. I also was going to set aside twenty-five dollars for Ken. With my conscience assuaged, I decided to quintuple my costs and charge Ms. Dresden fifteen thousand dollars for the Sunset Stocks.

A week later, with the Sunset Stock prototype strapped down onto a newly purchased flatbed trailer (it was too large for the interior of my van), I pulled up into Ms. Dresden's drive. This time she not only had her 'man' to aid her, but a couple of dark skinned men that looked like prison escapees. The pair of strangers, under the hushed directions of the wimpy 'man', hustled the stocks in through the side door, as Ms. Dresden drew me off into a distinctly female 'den' off the same hallway where the stairs to the dungeon lay.




Fortuitous



To my great surprise, she presented me with new clothing. At first I wasn't sure about it. After all, it was all leather, and somehow perfectly fitted, because she insisted that I try it on. Throwing false modesty aside, after all, she had sucked my dick and I had fucked her senseless, I stripped and donned the form fitting leather pants and laced up leather shirt. Of course it was all in black. She insisted, and I relented, in lining my eyes with a black mascara pencil. She said it was merely marketing, and she wanted me to appear more dominant and foreboding.

An hour later, after a couple of shots of tequila, and a healthy hit off a bong loaded with some powerful pot, I found myself in the dungeon with the Sunrise Stocks and the remote in my hand. There were at least fifty people in the capacious dungeon, all dressed in black leather. Dawn appeared, naked of course, and became my demonstration subject. I put the machine through its paces with her as my test dummy. Remembering our previous encounter, I felt my prick stretch the flat front of my zipper less leather pants. I doubt anyone there missed recognizing my sexual excitement.

When I had finished my presentation, Ms. Dresden took over. She walked over after I had released Dawn and took the control from me. The next thing I knew, her 'man' appeared naked, and replaced Dawn. After I walked Ms. Dresden through the controls, she proceeded to put him through the same contortions I had subjected Dawn to during the previous segment of the demonstration.

There was a difference, though. A statuesque woman that I had noticed in the crowd stepped forward wearing a quite prodigious black dildo. And while Ms. Dresden held the control in her hand, it was obvious that she was also controlling the woman with the huge strapon dildo. The next thing I knew, she was screwing the 'man' in the butt with the huge latex organ. He seemed to enjoy the anal abuse. In fact, during the next hour, he ejaculated twice. Neither time did he attain an erection, due to the stainless steel hardware affixed to his genitalia, but he still ejaculated while getting buttfucked. 

After the 'practical' demonstration by Ms. Dresden, she passed out a small ledger book and instructed all those in the crowd who wanted a copy of her original Sunset Stocks to inscribe their shipping information. Another hour later, as her friends were taking turns at the controls, she handed me the little book. I thumbed through it to find over a hundred orders. I looked up, quickly counting heads. Some of these folks wanted more than one unit! I wondered briefly how many were ordering for the abuse of a mistress, or two. But, in reality, I didn't care.

With the orders tucked into my waistband, because neither my leather shirt nor my leather pants had a pocket, I felt someone press up against me from behind. It was Dawn.

"Jack, I guess you need me for quality control testing, right?" Her hand had slid around to the flat front of my pants to massage my erection. It was at that point that I remembered the other prototype that I had brought with me, though it was much smaller. I excused myself and went to my van.

Upon my return, I showed my high tech ball stretching device to Ms. Dresden. She was extremely excited, and stopped the screwing of her 'man'. At first she wanted me to put it on him, but I vociferously declined. So with some impatience, she called for a volunteer, and not too surprisingly, got several. Selecting one tall woman from the crowd, she had me explain to the woman how my ball stretching device worked.

To my dismay, I had to hear the 'man' squealing in pain for the next hour as various interested parties tested out the remote control. When someone asked me 'how much', I impulsively threw out the figure of ten thousand dollars. The next thing I knew, I had sixty orders.

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It has now been five years since my first foray into the manufacture of toys for the BDSM scene for the rich and famous. I have expanded my original cottage into a quite large home. I moved all production offshore, where labor is quite cheap and quite graciously grateful. Old Abe, and his nephew Ken, only work two days a week, reshipping our incoming units with new labels. Ken racked up enough bonus money in two years to pay cash for a small lot down the lake where he built his dream home in order to marry his high school sweetheart. Old Abe has his new fishing boat, which he plies the lake upon several days a week. He also has a luxury cabin cruiser which is docked down in the Caribbean, where he disappears to once or twice a month.

Dawn left her Mistress (not Ms. Dresden) and become my 'housemate'. She tries constantly to get me to dominate her, but I steadfastly refuse, because it seems that the more steadfast I am, the hornier she gets. I'm no fool, and I have no desire to dominate anyone.

If I quit production today, I'd easily be able to continue a life of luxury for at least 100 years. But if I live as I am, coming up with new ideas for sexual bondage devices, my two sons with Dawn, and their sons' sons, will be able to live their entire lives without care or concern.

You'll have to excuse me now. The boys are off at school for the day and Dawn and I must continue testing my latest device for the rich and famous. I finally got around to applying my induction coil ball stretching device to a female application. Simply put, imagine a pair of Benwa balls that far surpass those vibrating models. My prototypes not only vibrate, but they thrust back and forth against one another, even as they swell and deflate in opposing rhythms. Dawn tells me that I'm still far superior to such mechanical contrivances, but for those women that don't have me, the balls are the 'cat's meow'...whatever that means. I've given up trying to figure out people and just keep on drawing up new ideas on my computer.