3 comments/ 17131 views/ 3 favorites Abby's Revenge By: Hudson Abby's suspicion started two weeks after Michael had started his new job. His position allowed him the luxury of having an assistant, more jealousy than suspicion at first Abby thought upon reflection. Nevertheless her female instincts set the hairs standing up on the back of her neck at every mention of Michael's assistant's name. In the beginning Abby put her feelings down to Michael spending more time than usual at work and the fact she could not or wanted too dampen his enthusiasm, Michael was excited about his new job. Abby just wished that they could hold a conversation without talking about Michael's work and especially a conversation without mentioning Hanna's name. Abby shivered, even the thought of that woman made the hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention. Hanna this Hanna that, Abby mimicked as she dressed for Michael's Christmas work break up. Finally she would meet the insatiable, irresistible God almighty Hanna, Superwoman to all women. Abby's thoughts drifted back to what to wear, she looked in the mirror at the little black cocktail dress she had put on, Abby admired how the neck line plunged exposing her soft skin and the slight curves of her breasts, she ran her finger down between her cleavage her nipples hardened from her touch pushing them against the soft material, hmm, not now Abby thought to herself. Crap too much flesh, can't wear this, its not the dress for the wife of the boss to wear to a work dinner and first impressions count Abby thought. Hours passed as Abby dressed, undressed, put her long blonde hair up and down again, she thought the neighbors would think she had gone mad as she swore and kicked shoes off across the room. Finally she decided on a white blouse, knee length skirt, pantyhose and mid height stilettos, I look like a Grand Mother, appropriate Abby mused. Abby normally hated these type of dinners where everyone is out to impress each other especially the wife of the boss, no one really cared what she did and the whole evening is filled with small talk. This time though Abby wanted to go she was hesitant and also intrigued, she wanted to know what Hanna looked like, what was so good about this woman that kept her in her husbands conversations constantly? Michael and Abby arrived at the up-market restaurant in the high street, they were late as Michael wanted the ten staff to mingle and relax before they stiffened up on his arrival, Abby expected, it was because Michael wanted to make a grand entrance, she hoped that maybe it was to showcase her. Michael approached the table and all his staff stood in unison with out stretched hands to greet him. Michael introduced them one by one to Abby. The absence of Hanna was obvious and as they began to seat themselves, Hanna rushed in apologizing to everyone for being late, she bypassed Michael headed straight to Abby and shook her hand. "It's so nice to finally meet the woman Michael does not stop talking about." Hanna said. God she's good, thought Abby. After the initial shock of Hanna's introduction Abby realized Hanna was wearing a short little black cocktail dress the neckline more daring than one Abby chose not to wear, Hanna's breasts were small which made the dress more revealing, gapping as she bent forward allowing everyone a view of here petite tear drop breast's, and as she bent down to place her handbag under the chair her dress rode high enough for Abby to see the straps of her garter belt holding the sheer stockings hugging her slender legs. Abby turned her head sharply towards Michael, who had not taken any notice of Hanna and whom was deeply engrossed in a conversation with one of his male teachers, a wave of relief overcame Abby. As Hanna settled down into her seat Abby could feel an eerie tension at the table and then the penny dropped, Hanna was a younger version of herself and everyone at the table was aware of the fact except Michael and Hanna of course. Abby pegged Hanna at about Twenty-five years old ten years her junior. Although Abby looked great and better than most women her age, working out three times a week and keeping her body in good shape, ten years is ten years in anyone's language even if it was all in the mind. The evening went quickly and Abby was made to feel welcome by everyone including Hanna who spent most of the evening talking to her. Abby watched intently for any sign from Michael or Hanna to confirm her suspicions, nothing was forth coming in fact Abby started think that maybe Hanna was as nice as Michael portrayed and perhaps she was to take it as a compliment that Michael chose someone who was similar in looks to herself. With the evening finished everyone gathered outside and said goodbye and climb into their respective cabs. On the way home Michael kept running his hand along the inside of Abby's thigh trying to stroke her pussy, Abby was aware of the cabbie and his sligh glances in the rear vision mirror along with her Grandmother panty hose Michael stood no chance until they were home. The cab pulled up at Michael and Abby's apartment and Abby paid the driver who gave her a sleazy smile as he said thank you. Michael was trying to negotiate the stairs, Abby laughed at Michael who was not a big drinker and had excelled himself this evening and was drunk as a skunk. Abby caught up to him and slid her slight frame under his arm giving him enough leverage to lean against the door frame until Abby found her keys and let them in. Michael grabbed Abby gave her a big hug and whispered into her ear, "I want to make love to you now." Abby smiled it had been awhile since Michael had shown interest and she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity drunk husband and all, she went in to the bathroom and told Michael to undress she would be back as soon as she changed. Abby slipped a short silky nightie on and released her long blonde hair swishing it side to side and ruffling it up making it messy and sexy. Abby smiled as she heard Michael tripping and stumbling about as he undressed cursing and swearing as he did so. Abby entered the bedroom and there lay before her in all his glory was Michael all six foot four of him, his muscular body spread across the bed snoring to his content. Abby placed her hands on her hips and pouted like a child who had missed out on some ice cream, she stood in that position for a couple of minutes contemplating her next move. Michael's cock stood upright and not only was he a well built man his cock was thick and long about nine inches Abby always thought not that she could be sure, although her and Michael had joked about measuring it on numerous occasions they never did. Abby looked at the alarm clock five minutes had now passed and Michael's cock was still as hard as rock. Abby wanted him inside her so bad but toiled in her mind if fucking Michael whilst he was unconscious was something that she should do. She glanced at the alarm clock one more time and another two minutes had passed, she was hoping his erection would have subsided by now making her decision easy, it would go limp and she would lay beside his naked body and bring herself to orgasm like she had done on many a night but she could not possibly finger her wet pussy with his hard cock standing to attention next to her, she wouldn't be able to control the urge to suck it whilst her fingers pleased her ache. Ten minutes had now passed and Abby could not stand the tension any longer she crawled over to Michael and whispered his name in his ear hoping it would stir him awake, he laid there unaware of her voice. Abby lifted her nightie above her thighs, and straddled Michael's legs she edged her body slowly along his hoping her skin against his would wake him, still he did not react. Abby could not hold on much longer she wanted his cock in her she had been watching his thick hard cock for ten minutes and her juices had been flowing since then. Abby spread her legs and lifted herself up on her haunches just above Michael's cock. As the tip of his cock touched her outer lips Abby gasped with the anticipation, she lowered herself slowly on Michael's cock letting his huge head spread her lips and push into the edge of her hole. Abby rested for a few seconds letting her pussy adjust as Michael seemed larger than usual, and then she inhaled a deep breath as she slid her legs apart taking Michael inside as far as she could. Abby's hips jerked slightly forward from the sensation, she rested for a few seconds more and bear down as far as her hips would let her engulfing all of Michael's hard cock, Abby leant forward pushing her hands hard against Michael's chest positioning herself so that her exposed clit rubbed against Michael's body. Abby whispered Michaels name, he still didn't respond, she slowly rocked back and forth against his skin stimulating her swollen hard clit, she could feel the tension building inside her hot pussy, her body wanted to cum. Abby slowed her hips gently rocking them trying to resist the building sensation within her, she was horny she had waited months for Michael's cock inside her and she wanted it to last, she wanted his cock to explode inside. Abby draw her knees in closer to Michaels body giving her leverage to pump up and down on Michaels rock hard cock, she squeezed her buttocks together holding him in tight and then releasing allowing her pussy to slide down his shaft, she repeated her action over and over again she could feel Michael's balls tense against her arse she sensed his closeness with one final long slow pump Michael's cocked splashed it's hot jism into Abby's swollen pussy. Abby lifted herself halfway up Michael's cock so she could feel his hot cum splash the top her pussy. Abby was so close she needed to work quick before her pleasure stick became limp, she withdrew his cock from her pussy and sat across Michael's legs, she held Michael's cock and rubbed it's head against her hardened clit mixing his juices with hers. Abby arched her head back from the sensation and contained her breath to little puffs trying to control the inevitable and trying to avoid Michael waking, she was too close for interruptions. Abby quickened her pace flicking her clit back and forth with the head of her love stick, Abby's buttocks clenched and her stomach muscles tightened as the first explosive wave overcame her, her hand pausing as her clit pulsated against the head of Michael's cock reveling in the sensation, she pushed Michael's cock away from her and cupped her pussy with her hand in an attempt to capture Michael's cum from spilling out of her. As the palm of her hand brushed against her exposed reddened clit her body convulsed once more and another intense orgasm erupted inside of her. Abby's hips rocked and she contained her breathing trying to calm her heart rate before she could muster the energy to move off of Michael, she waited till the trembling stopped in her legs and quietly eased herself off Michael and headed to the bathroom to clean herself up. Abby looked at herself in the mirror a wave of guilt fell upon her as she now regretted her actions. Abby grabbed some toilet paper and gently cleaned Michael's cum from his cock removing any evidence of her actions. Abby lay next to Michael her emotions entangled in a bitter battle, on one hand her body tingled from the euphoria of her orgasm's and yet she felt saddened by taking advantage of Michael, she wanted to tell him and tried to wake him yet he still could not be woken. Abby stirred all night thinking about what she had, how would she have felt if Michael had done the same to her she would not have been impressed and in most cases it would be declared rape. She knew deep down when she told Michael he would not care and would almost laugh and joke about it on every sexual encounter from there on in, saying things like wake me up before you finish, this thought brought a smile to Abby's face and for a little while gave her some absolution of her actions. Abby wanted it to be morning so she could tell Michael and remove the guilt. Abby sat bolt upright as the police siren sounding alarm went off, it took Abby a few seconds before she reached over and hit the off button, "Shit where is he," Abby involuntary announced. She pushed back the bed covers with her feet and hurried into the kitchen there on the table was a note Michael had left. Hi Darl Thought I zip into work catch up on a few things, see you around lunchtime. Love Michael P S Really enjoyed last night. What did he mean he really enjoyed last night, had he known? Was he foxing me all the time? Abby thought, "If he was I will kill him." Abby uttered under her breathe. Abby made herself a coffee and sat down on the lounge, her thoughts and mind blurred from the alcohol the night before she slowly sipped at her caffeine fix trying to clear away the cobwebs. Her conscious had been eased a little, maybe Michael had been pretending to be asleep if that was the case she could at least defend her actions and turn the whole thing around that Michael was at fault. Abby draw the cup to her mouth only to be disappointed that she had already finished it's contents, she decided that after a shower she would email him at work it would be easier than talking to him especially if he had been asleep at the time. Abby leaned into the shower and turned the hot tap on full, the bathroom instantly steamed up, Abby stepped into the shower adjusting the cold tap trying to dodge being burnt by the hot water, finally she had set the water temperature to her liking and stood under the fast warm flow. Abby let out an involuntary ahh as the water shimmied over her body, how good does this feel she thought. Abby washed her long hair and then blobbed conditioner on to her hand and massaged it into her scalp reminding herself to leave it in for a few minutes to keep her hair from tangling. Abby picked up the bar of soap and rubbed it furiously between her hands foaming it up, she ran her hands across her breasts and as she did her fingers flicked across one of her nipples, Abby closed her eyes and repeated the process on her other nipple the smooth silky feel of the soap allowing her hands to glide back and forth across her breasts with ease, Abby slowly increased the pressure of her hands against her breasts with each circle, she rolled her nipples between her thumbs and fingers pinching at them gently, she could feel her juices flowing and her pussy lips swell, it did not take long before she wanted to subdue her want. Her pussy still puffy from the night before she knew the remnants of Michael's cum would still be inside her, this thought made Abby's clit harden. Abby placed one hand on the glass cubicle and leaned forward pushing her arse outward, with the other hand she took the soap and parted her swollen pussy lips with it she let out a moan as the soap touched her still sensitive flesh. She closed her eyes and fantasied about Michael taking her from behind, his large cock penetrating her hole, she imagined him all the way in her, his strong arms grasped around her body lifting her to her tip toes as he pounded her deep and long. She quickened the pace of her hand clutching the soap tight rubbing harder and faster across her clit, Abby gritted her teeth as her legs started to shake from her body tensioning it took all her control to fight her body from collapsing against her, she could feel her orgasm building. She dropped the soap and plunged two fingers deep inside her soapy soddened cunt, she screamed as her pussy clenched her fingers trying to draw them in as deep as they could go, then her body paused as her orgasm ripped through her body making her thighs spasm and then the rest of her legs started to tremble. Abby pushed against the glass and forced herself hard back against the wall before her legs could give way, she slid down the wall crouching against the floor tiles, the water flowing over her face. Abby sat down her heart racing, her clit still pulsating, and her breath hard and heavy. Slowly Abby gained composure over her body and she quickly finished her shower and dried herself off, she put on undies and a large oversized t-shirt and headed off to the study to email Michael. Abby sat at the keyboard and thought about what to type, she wanted to tell Michael of her actions the night before how great it was how she was so turned on that she masturbated in the shower this morning thinking about him, her fingers typed away, she stopped and read her ramblings, then she highlighted them and hit delete, she needed to tell him face to face in a grown up way, she would wait until he came home. Abby draw her knees up to her chest pulling the over sized shirt to her ankles and stared aimlessly at the computer screen, the drink and sex the night before and her shower had taken quite a bit out of her and she took comfort in the screen saver of the Himalayas that Michael had put on the screen. Losing herself in the snow covered mountains. Abby's concentration was broken by you got mail icon flashing on Michael's mail box, involuntary Abby leaned forward and hit enter. Hi Babe I hope you enjoyed last night, did Abby like me I hope she did, I like her. Talk to you soon Hanna Isn't that sweet thought Abby, then the anger grew inside, what the fuck is this hi babe all about, "I will kill the fucking slut." Abby shouted. She stood up and stormed out to the kitchen she picked up the phone and started to dial Michael's number, then hung up. Abby felt vulnerable what was going on between Hanna and Michael. Abby headed back to the study and on the way she swiped at Michael's coffee cup on the dinning table spilling the left over coffee and smashing it against the wall. Abby stared at the Mail box Icon on the desk top, if she pressed it and delved into Michael's email she would break that special trust that couples have, even though Michael may already have. Abby knew Michael would not have had sex with Hanna, well not intercourse any way, she remembered back to their dating days and Michael's stricked up bringing fooling around was okay but no penetration and it remained that way until their wedding night. Abby smiled and then the hairs on her neck stood up her suspicions were again aroused. Abby's finger rested on the enter button, she knew Michael she knew he could not lie and when ever he was caught out trying to his cheeks would turn bright red and he would continually clear his throat, Abby was confident that he hadn't penetrated Hanna. "Shit." Abby yelled. "That fuck would have still fondled those girl like tits and fingered that tight puffy pussy." Tap! Abby's finger hit down on the enter key, and she scrolled through the emails looking for Hanna's email address and sure enough there were at least ten from her. Each one Abby opened all read similar to the other Hanna declaring her undying lust for Michael. The rage grew inside Abby she thought about sending an email to Hanna telling her to fuck off, then she realized she hadn't checked Michael's out going messages was he reciprocating to Hanna, to Abby's disappointment he was. Abby burst out crying how could he? Why did he want Hanna and not her? She had always loved Michael and moved around to suit his job she had always been faithful, all these thoughts raced through Abby's mind, she felt confused, exhausted and depressed. Abby changed into her jeans and top, left a short sharp note for Michael that she had gone to visit Julie and would probably be gone for the rest of the day. When Abby arrived at Julie's she was sobbing, Julie put her arm around her and took her inside. After a calming cup of coffee, Abby explained what she had found out about Michael and Hanna. "That's it let's cut his balls off." Declared Julie. Both the women broke out laughing. Abby knew deep down this was the end of her marriage with Michael; it wouldn't take long before it disintegrated into hate and spitefulness. She did not deserve this and as that thought entered her mind a rush of anxiety ripped through her body she would be alone, Something she had not been for the last ten years since she married Michael, Abby felt lost and helpless. Abby's Revenge Abby shook her head. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. First, the bombshell laid by her boyfriend Craig (she supposed she should refer to him as her "ex-boyfriend" from now on) that he had been seeing someone on the side. And now she was trapped within a sculpture she was supposed to be protecting. When she left the apartment after Craig's revelation, her mind was filled with questions. Why did he cheat on her? Was she not woman enough for him? Didn't she give him everything he asked for? Many of her friends had told her she was making a mistake when she revealed she was moving in with Craig. They were shocked to learn a few months later that she had been cooking, cleaning and generally keeping house for him after her daily beat as security guard at the Guggenheim. But she had done all these things gladly, for she thought it was what a woman should do. How was she to know he would tell her one day as she was leaving the house that he wanted her to move out? And when she had asked why, he had hemmed and hawed and finally revealed that he had been porking one of their colleagues, and an OLDER woman at that. "What is wrong with me?" She had asked herself as she took the subway to work. She stared at her reflection in the windows. She was in the prime of her life, and it showed. Her blonde hair was swept back into a ponytail to make her look a little more forbidding and severe, but that still did not hide the fact that she was an attractive 25-year-old. Her body was not voluptuous but it was taut and firm. Her belly was flat, so much so that it made her pubis look more pronounced -- Craig had laughed at that and said it looked like she had a penis when she was in her panties -- but her butt was round and she could hardly be said to have a manly figure. Yet, Craig had left her for pudgy little Brenda, who didn't have her long legs and perky tits. Yes, Brenda, who was older than even Craig... he said he preferred a more experienced woman, and there was nothing wrong with her. It was just, "well, dammit, Abby, you've still got a bit of growing up to do!" She had asked if it had anything to do with her repeated refusal to accede to his requests for "kinky sex". He had denied it, and refused to listen any further, even when she allowed that she would be willing to try oral sex, but not anal. That was... nasty, she said. He had laughed and said he wasn't breaking up with her because of the sex... he just found her a little too immature for him. All the way to work, Abby and fretted over Craig's real reasons for splitting with her. She couldn't believe that he would be interested in Brenda... compared to Abby, she was positively matronly. And she knew how sexual Craig was, so it was hard for her to accept that he preferred someone else to her. Abby, who had had to beat off advances from the opposite (and some from the same) sex since she was 13! By the time she walked through the doors at the museum, she had focused on what was most pressing for her. After moving in with Craig, she had given up her apartment. Now, he was giving her only 2 weeks to move out. She couldn't see how she could find herself alternative accommodation at such short notice. When she reported to the chief, she realized that this would turn out to be a really bad day. She had drawn the zombie duty, which was an eight-hour shift at the storage facility in the basement. Nobody liked going down there, not least because there was nothing to see or do, but it was no place for goofing off, since the place was monitored by cameras and the guard on duty had to hand the tapes over to the next guard at the end of the shift. The next guard would then review the tapes and then tape them over, unless some incident occurred during the previous shift. Getting sent to storage was often seen as punishment, and Abby knew just why she had drawn the duty -- she had just last week turned down a lumbering (and rather lame) attempt at a pass from the chief. He hadn't been too overt, of course -- there were enough sexual harassment cases in the security community to prevent that -- but he had tried his luck. Now she knew she was going to draw this duty until another sweet young thing turned the chief down. She had shuddered involuntarily when she stepped into the storage room. It was not a particularly cold or imposing place, but because it was so quiet, lighting was kept to a minimum. Given the kind of objets d'art they stored here, the shadows thrown onto the floors and walls were haunting, to say the least. Although Abby was no agnostic, she didn't subscribe to a particular religion, but looking around at the place made her wish she had someone to pray to. "Brrrr..." she said out loud, and was a little surprised to have her exclamation echoed back to her. "I know," said Dana, the pretty redhead she was replacing. The chief certainly knew how to pick his women. "It's damned cold in here, but it's much warmer down where the exhibits are." The room was pretty much empty today, most of the exhibits having been moved out for a themed exhibition in the main hall. Just a few sheeted pieces, and one ghastly white piece in the centre of the room. She checked the manifesto and saw that it was titled "pleasure in the machine", by an anonymous artist. After Dana had handed over the tape and left, she switched on all the lights that were available, taking note of the burned out ones. It wasn't part of her job, but at least it gave her something to do. Something caught the corner of her eye. "Curious," she said out loud, and jumped again as the word came back at her. This echoing would take some getting used to. The lights focused on the main piece seemed to be working a little better than the rest. In fact, she would have sworn she saw little sparkles on the curved surfaces of the sculpture. She walked closer, keeping her eyes on the artwork. It seemed to glow and pulse, almost as if it was alive. She couldn't see how it represented pleasure or machines, and she knew it wasn't because of her lack of appreciation of modern sculpture -- it had too many smooth curves to look like a machine, and there was very little anthropomorphic about it, unless there was something about the centerpiece, which was enclosed within what looked like walls of undulating arms or tentacles. She couldn't see what made up the centre of the thing from where she was standing. Reaching out, she touched it, and withdrew her hand immediately. It had the smooth texture of stone, but if it was, it was a material unknown to her. It seemed to be warm and a little moist too. "Maybe it's the lights," she said to no one in particular, noting how the spotlights shone directly onto the piece. The moisture could also be due to increased moisture levels in the storage room, although she couldn't figure out how that could have occurred. Artifacts kept here were usually averse to moisture. She made a note on her notepad to check on the humidity in the room, turned to walk away, and then stopped when a brilliant rainbow sparkle caught the corner of her eye. Abby turned to look at the artwork again, but could not discern just where she had seen the sudden brilliant display. It seemed to have come from somewhere within the sculpture, but she couldn't see it now she was facing it. She turned again, and was arrested once more by that same flash. Each time she turned and looked away, she just managed to see a tiny burst of light that she couldn't see when she was looking full on at the thing. "Hmm... wonder what's in there?" she thought to herself as she turned for the umpteenth time and saw the flash of light. It was no light source, since it would have betrayed itself when she looked at it, so it must have been a reflection off something inside. She walked around it twice, trying hard to catch a glimpse of it, but all she could see were ghostly white shapes inside. During her third round, she evinced a way into the sculpture, but it was only a small space and she could not tell if it led anywhere. It was also the only area of the sculpture where she could not see the sparkle, even when she turned away. "Shit, it's probably nothing," she muttered as she walked away to her chair in the corner. Having had such a rotten start to the day, Abby wasn't particularly in the mood for discovery. She should just hunker down in her chair and wait for her shift to end, just like everyone else. But it was really hard to ignore pleasure in the machine, being the only major piece left in the room. No matter which way she looked, her gaze kept drifting back to the artwork in the centre of the room. Needing some activity, she climbed the stairs up to the control room to check out the piece more thoroughly, but she could not see much from her vantage point, other than that there appeared to be another hole on top of the sculpture through which she could only see vague shapes. Perhaps it had to do with the stark whiteness of the piece which made it difficult to see what was inside the thing, she thought as she made her way back down to the floor. She sat down again, and tried to concentrate on other things, but apart from a surprisingly minor unease over what had transpired with Craig, she found her thoughts drifting back to pleasure in the machine. What was it about it that she found so interesting? Abby couldn't say, and for someone who prided herself on being level-headed, it rankled. She approached it once more, and circled it twice. Again and again, the sudden sparkle caught her eye, all around the sculpture, except... she looked hard into the open space and saw that it curved slightly upwards and into the sculpture. Beyond that, she could see nothing else. She turned to walk away again, but this time, the pull of her curiosity was too strong. She turned back before she managed to take four steps, and marched right up to the opening. She was going to have a look. After all, maybe someone dropped a diamond into the thing, but because it was so convoluted, no one thought to try to retrieve it? "Yeah, right," she said sarcastically to herself. "And pigs are flying right at this moment." The echoes of her voice kept her company as she studied the opening more closely. "I can fit into that, but I don't know how far I'll be able to go," she mused. "I wonder..." She moved to her right and left, saw the sparkle again, and made up her mind. She was going in. But she would have to remove her boots and belt because she was afraid the leather would leave marks on the pure white surface of the sculpture. As she tossed them aside, she also thought to remove her watch, in case it scratched the material. She looked at the hole again, and decided that it would be best not to risk tearing or otherwise messing up her uniform. The chief was most particular about the appearances of his guards. Abby went to the door, locked it, and then went over to the control room and switched off the tape. It wouldn't do for anyone to see how she would be going into pleasure in the machine. Then, she went over to the area next to the hole in the sculpture and proceeded to remove her clothing. Standing in her underwear, she realized that the room was not as cold as she thought. Perhaps the spotlights were making the area warm, she thought, as she surveyed the gap. Then she remembered that she had put on her newest and nicest lace underwear in the morning. "I'm not gonna risk ripping them on that thing," she thought. Abby quickly removed her panties and bra, hoping to satisfy her curiosity quickly before anyone suspected anything untoward. Shrugging aside the last nagging doubts in her mind, she walked up to pleasure in the machine, reached up to grab the edges of the hole, and boosted herself into the narrow gap. She found she had to wriggle to even get her upper body in, and as she squirmed into the space, she noted that her nipples had hardened into little knots. Maybe it had something to do with the feel of the stone on her bare skin. It was smooth like marble, but the moist ridges and knobs pressing up against her felt... obscene. It felt as if dozens of men were feeling her up, placing their hands on her naked body. She worked her way onwards, determined not to let the unsettling sensations get the better of her. The tightest fit was her ass, which threatened to jam at the opening. For a single moment, she felt panic... it would not do for her to be found like this, with her bare ass sticking out of one of the museum's prime pieces. And she could imagine what the guy who found her would do to her while she was helpless. She forced away the thought of someone she couldn't see exploring her nether regions while she was jammed halfway into the sculpture. The image was so real she could even feel the hardness pressing at the slot of her exposed sex, now cleanly shaven for the unappreciative Craig. Then she realized that she was inside the sculpture, and the hardness at her crotch was one of the many ridges that made up the inside of the tunnel she was crawling into. Abby wriggled her way further into the tunnel, which seemed to be closing in on her. Now it felt as though there were bodies pressing against hers, violating her nudity with her every movement. Panic was beginning to set in. What if she became trapped within the sculpture? What would the chief say? Would he try to take advantage of her? She shuddered at the thought of having to make love to the fat balding chief. It would probably take her several years of therapy to get over that! She was thus relieved to work herself into a larger space in the centre of the sculpture that she had not managed to observe from outside the structure. Getting her arms free, she hauled the top half of her body out of the grasping tunnel, ignoring the sensations at her breasts as the ridges seemed to grope at them. As her breasts sprang free, she heaved a sigh of relief, and bending forward to take her weight on her arms, she moved to draw the rest of her body out into the open space. As she did so, her pubis ground upwards into the roof of the tunnel, sending little tremors across her belly as several knobs rubbed up against her already moistened vulva. "Oooh," she moaned softly as she pulled herself out, dragging her squelching sex against the unyielding stone. She dropped onto the floor of the sculpture, trying to catch her breath. Although it could not have cost her too much effort, she was sweating all over, and she could even smell the musk of her vagina while she was lying on her side with her knees drawn up to her aching chest. Despite her situation, lying naked in the middle of a sculpture while her colleagues went about their duties on the floor above her, she was wet... she was so wet she could feel the liquid trickling down the inside of her thigh. She reached down between her legs and felt her denuded labia -- although she would not admit it aloud, she liked the way her pubis felt, clean of its wiry hair -- they felt swollen and distended, and the deep split between them was so sensitive it was almost painful to touch. Just pressing on the fleshy sides of her vulva caused more of her fluid to leak out, and she winced. "I hope it doesn't leave a stain," she thought, realizing that a tiny puddle had formed under her trembling pelvis. "Then again, no one will probably be crazy enough to try to get in here," she consoled herself. After recovering some composure, Abby tried to lever herself into a more comfortable and upright position. It was no easy task, for the space she found herself in was cramped and just a little too small, even for a five-foot-three woman whose friends constantly made jokes about her having to buy her clothes from the children's section. After much grunting and pushing, she managed to get herself into a somewhat upright position, with her upper body bent over the lip of two protruding ledges that could have passed for laps. The impression was heightened by a large protruding column that could not be mistaken for anything other than a penis -- its tip was distinctively capped like the head of a very impressive cock. She had gasped when she first saw it -- it was huge, and it made her wonder if there was any man who was similarly so well-endowed -- but it also served its purpose in helping her along. She had used it to pull herself up over the first 'lap', although she had squirmed a little when she first grasped it -- it felt warm and not too dissimilar to the real thing. So here she was, bent across stone laps, her naked ass sticking upwards as she finally saw the source of the sparkle. It was some sort of polished mirror-like surface at the very centre of the piece. She couldn't call it a mirror because it was so clear and besides, it had a slightly yellowish tint. Perhaps it had something to do with the spotlighting, but she had never seen a mirror sparkle like this. She reached down to touch it -- maybe it was a sheet of diamond or something like that -- but was unable to reach it. She pushed herself forward and managed to feel it with the palm of her hand, but as she did so, she slipped. Her legs banged painfully against the sides of the enclosure, and her butt pressed upwards at the roof. She could not put aside the sensation of having her buttocks kneaded and pressed by the surrounding stone. She struggled to regain her balance, rubbing her buttocks harder against the stone in the process... this time she would swear that the stone was groping her backside, lovingly spreading her cheeks and rubbing the sensitive bud of her anus and her aching slit. The reflective surface was flat and cool, and she could suddenly see in it the gap at the top. "Great, a way out!" she thought. She felt a trace of disappointment at not having found her "treasure", but was more relieved that she would not have to negotiate the same tunnel she had used to come in. If she could get out through the top, she would save her body from being 'mauled' by the cool stone again. Abby slowly turned about in the confined space, ignoring the way her surroundings clung to her skin, rubbing and caressing, pressing and kneading tender flesh. It was unnerving, yet strangely erotic, she admitted to herself. Finally, she found herself squatting on the 'laps'. She managed to lodge herself in the space between the stone phallus and the side (which felt suspiciously like a muscled torso against her bare backside) and looked up at her escape route. The cool stone lying against her smooth pussy was seductive, to say the least, and she had to quell the urge to rub her vulva up against it. As it was, she could feel the liquid running out of her gash and down the length of the thing. "If they clean the inside of this thing, they'll find lots of my DNA in here," she thought, and the thought both excited and appalled her. She looked up again at her intended exit, judging the distance and the width of the gap she had to pass through. While she prepared to thrust herself up towards the top of the thing, she suddenly looked down and saw that the mirrored surface was positioned just perfectly for her to see the entire length of the cock shielding her pussy, pressed up behind the enormous head. Seeing it in the reflection, she realized how large it was, and had a fleeting wonder: "Can I take something that large into my pussy?" The thought made her knees weak for a moment, but it passed quickly. Flexing her muscles (which pressed her buttocks hard against the rippled back wall) she pushed upwards with her thighs. As she did so, she felt the stone laps give a little and heard a distinct click followed by a whirring sound. Then the sculpture around her began to rumble and vibrate as the sculpture moved. "Shit, what's going on?" she screamed, watching as the hole above her slowly closed. She tried desperately to reach up to press it back with her hands but to no avail -- the stone roof pressed together like a closing mouth, forcing her back onto her haunches. As she did so, she realized that the stone phallus between her thighs had also moved -- now the head was perfectly positioned at the entrance to her vagina. Abby's Revenge Her panic increased as she felt the head of the thing press at the soft outer parts of her nether regions. She arched her back in a desperate attempt to find space behind it and prevent her impending impalement, but could not make any headway grinding her buttocks against the hard stone. Thrusting her hips forwards and back, she yelped as she felt the massive head swiping menacingly against her pussy and her quivering anal ring. As she moved, she realized she was rubbing her sensitive parts against the unyielding rock, drawing more fluid from within her leaking vagina. "Please... stop!" she cried. But there was no respite for poor Abby, and she could only look down in horror at the mirrored surface as her vulva opened to a V against the encroaching head. "H...help!" she screamed as the sculpture continued to move, pressing her down further. Her vulva spread wider, lips thinning as the head pushed inexorably upwards, opening her up even more. She realized that she would soon find out the answer to her earlier question of whether or not she could take such a large cock up her pussy. Craig had never even come close to the girth or length of the thing slowly penetrating her sex. She moaned as she was shoved further down onto the flaring head of the thing. Her pussy was coping with it thus far, but she noted with alarm that the broadest part, the base of the mushroom-shaped cap, had yet to enter her sweaty body. She paid another worried glance down between her trembling thighs at the reflective surface and was rewarded with the sight of her fleshy labia moving apart as it gracefully swallowed more of the massive head. "Oouuuff!" she groaned, watching the thick ridge press apart her inflamed pudenda. Her vulva looked on the verge of tearing as it passed inwards, before gratefully slipping onto the slimmer stem of its invader. It looked as though her pussy was gripping tightly onto the stone cock, so wide was it spread about the trunk. It was so big Abby could hardly breathe. "I took it in," she thought in horror even as she saw her pussy fluid dripping down the curving stem of her impaler. "I can't believe it." She felt very full down below, and didn't dare move for fear of tearing her delicate inner flesh. But the constantly shifting stone around her would not stop, and she gasped as her stretched sex was fed more stone cock. By this time, she no longer had any strength to fight the irresistible pressure on her shoulders, head and back -- her buttocks and legs felt weak and her vagina burned with the forced entry. Tears ran from her eyes as the machine raped her mercilessly, driving the stiff and now warm column up deep between her thighs. It was agony, made all the worse by the little shocks of pleasure she felt as her clitoris rubbed enticingly across the bumps and knobs on the underside of the cock. "Oooaaargh!" she moaned and then screamed as her orgasm hit. Her pussy spasmed and sucked strongly at the unyielding spike within, wreaking havoc with her mind as it grappled simultaneously with pleasure and pain. It was both agony and ecstasy, and it was something she had never felt before. Abby passed into a sort of semi-conscious state following the climax, her strength completely sapped. As she sank backwards onto the stone rod drilling into her, she felt and saw her stomach bulge -- the cock was passing up into the deepest part of her sex, a part she had never had so blatantly explored. She grunted and groaned as the stretching feeling inside moved upwards and inwards, relentlessly driving towards her unprotected cervix. More than three-quarters of the sculpted prick had disappeared into her, and the only outward sign of the magnitude of her invader was the redness and tingling at her vulva. That, and the liquid now literally gushing out of her plundered vagina. Abby vaguely noted that it looked like she had peed herself as her pelvis ground down onto the base of the penis lodged inside. "Aaauuuw!" she moaned. Her vagina felt impossibly full of stiff, warm cock. Abby tried to shift her weight to ease the pressure inside her and gasped as the stone prick probed and poked at her womb. No one and nothing had ever explored her so deeply before, and filled her so completely in the bargain. Her movements set off another huge orgasm, leaving her gasping as she ground her violated cunt up against the base of the prick. Her movements must have set something off, for there was another click and whirr, and the statue moved again. The large prick within began to vibrate, setting off a series of climaxes within her stuffed and stretched pussy. But while she gasped and moaned through the waves of sensation passing through her body, Abby noticed that the pressure on her shoulders and head began to ease. The slight sense of claustrophobia she felt passed and as her head cleared, she realized that she had enough headroom to extract herself from this situation... or at least, to remove the stone phallus from her aching vagina. Her first attempt failed because she overestimated her waning strength. The sensation of the stone prick moving within her sensitized inner flesh didn't help... she flexed her legs and tried to raise herself up off the prick raping her, but almost immediately flopped back down, driving the thick spike back up between her trembling thighs. The second attempt was a little better, and she managed to raise herself to at least half the length of the thing before she sank back onto it, exhausted. Resting for a while longer, her third try at removing the huge prick from within was almost successful -- she was undone by the sensation of the bulging head pressing against her vulva. The sudden stretching and pulling at her nether regions tweaked unbearably at her clitoris, setting off another disastrous orgasm. She was only able to remove it after God knew how many tries... after she had become convinced that she had been fucking herself on the stone penis. The up-and-down movements had made her pussy so sensitive she had wave after wave of orgasms even as she finally lifted her pelvis off the cock and slipped tiredly onto the floor. The space had widened enough for her to lie on the mirrored surface, although it was still too cramped to allow her to stretch out. Still, it was a relief to Abby to be away from the monstrosity she had raped herself on. Her pussy felt a little sore and itchy, and it was so sensitive when she reached down to feel if she had been damaged in any way, she set off yet another orgasm just by touching the edges of her labia. She couldn't tell how long she lay there, gasping as the waves of her climax washed over her sweaty, naked body. It seemed like she had been listening to herself moaning and breathing harshly for hours, before she suddenly sat up with a start, grazing her head on a stone ledge in the process. "Shit!" she muttered to herself. "How long have I been in here?" Abby worried that her shift was almost up. Her struggle to first get in, and then get out of pleasure in the machine left her without any sense of the passage of time. For all she knew, the next guard would be coming along any moment now. "I have to get out of here," she thought to herself, panic rising in her heaving bosom. It would not do for her to be found naked within one of the museum's art pieces, much less for it to be revealed that she had fucked herself on a stone cock. She would never be able to live down that sort of a reputation. The urgency of the situation stirred her to lift herself off the floor (she had been lying on the mirror and could see that some of her fluids were still pooled on its surface) and look around for an exit. To her dismay, Abby realized that the gap through which she entered the sculpture could no longer been seen. In fact, the only exit point she could see was that damned hole on top. It looked like it had expanded and moved upwards since her last attempt to get out of pleasure in the machine, and it looked like it was her only way out of this predicament. She looked around the narrow confines of the space she was in. Her only exit was still high above her head, and Abby didn't want to get back on the only visible support she could find -- the stone laps that facilitated her recent rape. Her clitoris was still throbbing from the experience, and she wasn't sure she would be able to withstand another series of orgasms like the ones she just had. "Hallo," she said out loud and jumped. Her voice seemed to be amplified in the small space. Her eyes settled on the little knobs on the wall, the ones that felt like fingers obscenely caressing her while she twisted about in the earlier, narrower space. Abby was no rock climber, but desperation and fear gave her the confidence to try. Reaching out, she grasped at two knobs at arms' length apart, just above her head. Mercifully, they held. She looked down for footholds and found two on either side of a protrusion in the wall. It would mean she would have to clasp at the wall with her legs spread on either side in most unladylike fashion, but she was past considerations of modesty. Besides, her ominous rapist pointed up at her from the opposite wall. Abby was quite sure she had nothing to fear. Looking up, she saw another handhold to the right of her right hand. She reached out and grabbed it, wincing as the movement mashed her sensitive breasts up against the wall. She searched for her next footholds and found two gaps about a foot above her feet. "I knew it!" she thought triumphantly. "The sculptor had to have some way of getting out of this thing." Gingerly, she stretched out her right, then her left foot, inserting her toes into the convenient footholds. At this point, her entire body was pressed up against the eerily smooth walls, and she looked down at the mirror one last time as she prepared to boost herself up to the gap on the roof. "To think I almost got into trouble because of some stupid mirror," she laughed to herself, when she realized that her legs were splayed so obscenely wide that she could see her gaping pink sex in the reflection. Even the little brown bud of her anus was visible, peeking out from between her straining buttocks. "Shit, what some guys wouldn't do to have me in this pos..." As she was thinking this, she curled her toes into the footholds she had found, bracing herself for a push upwards through the waiting exit. There was another audible click, and the wall between her legs began to judder and shake. "NO!" Abby screamed as pleasure in the machine moved once more. She could feel the wall pushing her back, back towards the waiting... "No, please..." she wailed and turned to look back at the stone column which had probed her most intimate parts. It was no longer where she thought it was. She felt a moment's relief before it occurred to her that such a large piece wasn't likely to disappear. Looking down past her backside, she realized she could not see the mirror anymore. All she could see was the slick white pole rapidly approaching her defenceless and vulnerable nether regions. "Shit, not again," she thought as it brushed up against her still twitching pussy. "I can't take any more..." She was sure she wouldn't survive another brutal rape of her aching vagina. Still the thing pressed upwards. Because of her precarious position, Abby could do nothing more than press her body up against the wall she was clinging to. She felt the head of the thing brush against her lower parts again and squealed. It was still slimy with her juices. "Security guard fucks self to death in the Guggenheim," she thought grimly, and yelped when the stone prick butted more insistently at her. "Wait a minute... no!" she screamed as she realized she was feeling the monster penis between her butt cheeks, pressing at her tightly pursed anus. Desperately, Abby tried to push her hips away from the wall... if she was to be fucked by the thing, better to take up her pussy than her virgin ass. But it was too little, too late for poor Abby. Her legs were spread too widely, and her feet could find no purchase on the wall... she was perfectly positioned to be ass-raped by the gigantic stone prick. Desperately, she tried to keep herself tight back down there, but pleasure in the machine was unrelenting. She gasped as the slimy tip of the thing pressed into her unwilling ass. "AAAHhhh! Noooooo!" she moaned as it penetrated her rear. She felt her virgin asshole slipping apart as it thrust upwards, and shivered at the thought of the humongous head of the thing sliding into her rectal passage. "Will it tear me up inside?" she thought in agony as the stretching sensation at her anal ring increased in intensity. Her asshole was beginning to sting, just like her pussy lips did when it first raped her. Her anus burned as the widest part of the sculpted glans began its entry. "I... I'm not... I can't," she panted her doubts out loud. She was sure the thing would rip her apart. "I... Oooooh!" she groaned as her sphincter gave way suddenly and the head plunged in. The awful stretching at her hole immediately translated to an equally fearsome straining in her rectal passage. "Aaauuuwww Gaaaawwwwwddd!" she moaned. Not content with raping her, pleasure in the machine was sodomising her as well! In pain, Abby felt her toes curl within the gaps in the wall and her anal ring bulge outwards as she made a frantic attempt to pull herself away from the flaring head now entrenched in her rectal passage. To her horror, she felt another trigger click within her toeholds and the lower part of the wall, the part where her feet were, began rumbling backwards. Abby tried in vain to cling on to the wall with her toes, but the force of the wall moving away from the prick already buried in her rectum was irresistible. As her toes slipped from the wall, she curled up her legs and tried to grasp at the upper part of the wall with her thighs. At least, this part of the wall did not seem to be moving away from her. In doing so, however, she had had to thrust her ass back and out while her thighs grappled for a grip on the wall. This not only drove the stone prong deeper into her body, it left her completely open to anal penetration. She realized this only seconds later, when she felt the cock in her ass slipping in even more easily than before. "Aaaauuuwww shhhiiiittt!" she moaned in pain while she tried to clamp down with her sphincter muscles on the stone cock in her bum. Abby couldn't believe how she had been manipulated into such a vulnerable position. She realized that she was now perfectly positioned for a full ass rape by pleasure in the machine, and worse, that her fingers were beginning to slip. Her own body weight would be an unwitting accomplice to her sodomy, and despite her best efforts. Her left hand slipped first, and she swung wildly at the wall, grabbing at anything that looked like she could hold. The machine probed deeper, pushing apart the clinging walls high up inside her aching backside while she searched. The traitorous wall suddenly tilted, tipping her right onto the spike in her bum. "Noooooo!" Abby wailed as her right hand and her legs slipped as well and all her weight was put to bear on the stone cock impaling her. The agony was incredible. She straightened her legs and tried hard to use her anal muscles to clamp down on the cock in her ass while her feet struggled for any sort of surface to rest on, but gravity was working against her. She wailed again as the prick slipped further up her backside than she thought she could stand. She didn't think she could take much more of the pain as her soles finally found some purchase on the smooth floor. Suddenly, she remembered the stone ledges she had mistaken for laps. Where were they now? She cast her eyes about desperately and saw them on either side of her. She would have to raise her tired legs once more and let it rape her ass even more deeply just so she could get her feet on them. Groaning with the strain, Abby slowly raised her right foot and placed it on the narrow ledge, hoping against hope that she would not trigger off any more movement in the machinery surrounding her. Pleasure in the machine still rumbled on, probing ever deeper into her. Ignoring the straining in her backside, she raised her left foot and placed it on the corresponding ledge on her left. That was how she found herself in a deep squat, with her impaled buttocks hanging lower than her feet. Gritting her teeth, she used her remaining strength to draw herself upwards and away from the marauding intruder in her ass. She had had to relax her inner muscles as she did so, and was surprised to find how easily the knobbed thing slipped out from her. Abby looked down between her legs and saw the mirror again... it was again perfectly positioned. She marveled at how her anal ring pouted as it was pulling out of her. But when the flaring glans pressed on the inside of her anal ring, she cried out in pain. It was much too big, and she could see just how much her asshole was straining to let it out. Grunting and gasping, she tried again and again, but the pain at her rear orifice was too much to bear. She only managed to catch sight of the lower part of the head peeking out from within her brown ass ring before she had to give up and sink back down on it again. All the while, pleasure in the machine was moving. She tried to ignore the push-pull suction in her gut as she tried again and again to remove the prick from her ass, but after her umpteenth try, Abby was finally exhausted. Groaning in resignation, she just squatted gamely and let the stone prick slip back deep into her anal opening. What surprised her was that it was much less painful than when she was resisting it. Breathing shallowly she willed herself to relax back there, and let the machine rape her deeper and higher up her ass than before. This time there was a lot less pain and... was there pleasure as well? She couldn't be sure. The slippery sliding and unnatural probing deep in her poop shoot suddenly seemed to be arousing her. She squirmed, wincing at the slight pain, and then surprised herself by driving her backside down on the remainder of the slimy stone cock. As she did so, her ass opened up fully to pleasure in the machine, which gratefully sank completely into her. Abby gasped... she hadn't even thought it possible that she could take the gigantic prick into her pussy, and now it was completely buried in her ass! She groaned in ecstasy and despair as she felt the bumps at the bottom of the carved penis brush against her sensitive vulva. It was both erotic and frightening, and she wondered again if she would be able to get out of this ever-worsening predicament. The probe in her ass suddenly touched a raw spot inside, and she shifted her buttocks slightly to get more comfortable, spearing herself even more deeply in the process. Her slippery pussy was now flush against the base of the prick, and despite herself, she began yet another devastating orgasm. This time, the pain and pleasure were immense -- the convulsions in her womb were exacerbated by the enduring stiffness deep in her backside. Her earlier orgasms were spider-like crawls of desire across her pubis compared to the titanic waves of sensation emanating from her vagina and ruined ass. "Aaaaauuuuuwwww ssshhhhiiiiiitttt!" she exclaimed as the climax threatened to continue unabated. She had never experienced such extreme levels of pleasure before, but then again, no man would ever be as stiff or hard as pleasure in the machine. She squirmed and yowled in tune with the climatic sensations, rubbing her pubis up hard against the stone and not in the least concerned with the way the unyielding invader was pushing against the thrumming walls of her rectum. Abby's Revenge Abby came so hard she fell unconscious, so she had no way of knowing how she came to find herself hanging half out of pleasure in the machine. Her breathing had slowed and she had recovered her senses sufficiently by the time she was aware that the sculpture had somehow shifted and spat her out. In fact, she seemed to be hanging out the exact hole she had entered earlier in the day, when she had let her curiosity get the better of her. Her earlier urgency had left her by this time, and she took her time lowering her trembling, naked body to the ground. Her knees were still shaky, her cum still rolling down her inner thighs when she stood up on the floor of the storeroom once more. She didn't care how much time had passed or if her replacement would come in and see her stark naked, she was much too tired to be care. Abby waddled to her clothes and pulled them on, shaking as her panties brushed her still sensitive pussy and ass. After what seemed like an eternity, she was dressed. She could smell the muskiness of her juices in the still air of the storeroom, but otherwise, everything looked just the way it did when she first entered. She stumbled to the storeroom to restart the security tape, and was pretty much done by the time her replacement came in. To her surprise, it was Craig. Maybe he got the short shrift from the chief too. She didn't know why, and... she was surprised to find that she didn't care too. Her legs were still weak and she could almost hear her pussy squelch when she walked up to him to handover the duties. "Are you alright?" he asked, and for a moment, Abby believed that he still cared. The moment was fleeting, however, and a sudden coldness settled in her mind. "The uncaring, deceiving bastard!" she thought to herself. "I'd like to show you what it's like to be fucked over like you did me!" The words suddenly sprang unbidden from her mouth. Abby was surprised because she hadn't even planned on saying them, but the moment they left her lips, she was glad. "Craig, I know I haven't been behaving well lately. I'm sorry about that," her eyes on him were steady, earnest. "There's something you should know about that sculpture, pleasure in the machine..." "Yes, what is it?" he gave her his best lopsided grin, the one that she used to think was charming, but which now sickened her. "I think someone may have dropped something valuable inside. I saw it just now, as you were coming in. I don't know what it is, but it sparkles..." "So what do you think it is, then?" he asked in his usual irritating fashion. He had a habit of asking her questions of things she had already given him answers to. "I don't know... it could be diamonds or something. Look, there's nothing stated in the documents here, so..." "So if I find it, no one will know?" his eyes sparkled. That was his other major fault -- he was all into me, me, me... she couldn't ever recall him mentioning "us", unless it had to do with sharing debts or blame. He would never have been able to commit to a stable relationship... why had she wasted time on him? "Yes," she replied simply. "I'd go get it myself, but my time is up, I have a ton of things to do and you know how the chief is about us keeping our schedules..." "Are you sure you don't want to get the diamonds?" Craig was almost salivating at the thought. Abby felt a little sorry for him, then realized that he meant for her to go get the diamonds while he waited outside. No more favours from me, Craiggy. "No, I can't... I have a few appointments to view flats. It's ok, you go ahead." "OK then, you know what they say, finders keepers!" Craig smiled happily at her. He usually expected her to give in to him, and she hadn't expected any offer of a share anyway. "Yes, go get 'em tiger!" she punched him on the shoulder a little too hard and he staggered a bit. She hadn't noticed how slender he was. Craig was almost sylph-like... he would probably have less trouble getting into pleasure in the machine than she had. Abby closed the door behind her and went up to the locker room for a slow shower, giving him a good one and a half hours or so. After drying her hair and getting dressed, she sauntered back to the storeroom and stood outside the door listening. She smiled to herself when she heard him calling for help, and had to stifle her guffaws when his voice rose to a womanly scream. Pleasure in the machine certainly did live up to its name. Abby's Revenge "So what are you going to do?" Enquired Julie. "I will have to confront I guess." Replied Abby. Julie did not agree with Abby's straight forward thinking, she believed in revenge and Michael deserved everything Abby could dish out. Abby didn't want to hear Julie, she knew it was true all this upheaval in her life that was about to occur was out of her control, unless as Julie had explained you take some control and dance in the spotlight of revenge. Abby waited till she Knew Michael would be asleep before leaving Julie's, as she left Julie gave her a reassuring hug and offered any assistance possible as any good friend would. Abby pulled her car into the underground car park, and caught the lift to her apartment floor, when the lift doors opened Abby released a heavy despairing sigh, she hoped Michael would be asleep she still had not worked out what to do, how to handle things, and she did not want to confront Michael until she had worked out how to tackle it all. Abby quietly changed into her nightie and as she expected Michael was asleep, she pulled back the bed covers and climbed into bed turning her back to Michael, he moved closer to Abby and she could feel his erect cock pushing into the small of her back, it felt good she wanted to fuck him again one last time like the night before, except she knew she couldn't, it was over how it would end depended on how she dealt with it. Abby kept her eyes closed and pretended not to hear the alarm, she heard Michael shower and make himself breakfast, she still didn't want to face him, she felt sick at the thought. After about half an hour she heard Michael leave. She sat up and hatched a plan of revenge that Michael and Hanna would never forget. Abby typed Hanna Jones into the search engine and within seconds hundreds of hits appeared. Abby spent most of the morning sifting through each one until she found what she was looking for a newsletter Hanna had written for the last school she was employed at. " Let the journey begin." Abbey declared. By three o'clock Abby had gathered a large amount of information about Hanna, she rang her last job found out that she was a habitual marriage wrecker and spoke at length to the wives of three principals that had similar suspicions. Abby jotted down in her notebook, corporate climber will do anything to gain attention, using her young sexy ways to achieve it. That was all Abby needed its was enough to expose Hanna's vulnerability, Abby snapped the book closed and raced into the kitchen to prepare dinner for Michael. "I am impressed." Michael chortled with a mouth full of food. "I t was nothing dear." Exclaimed Abby. " I think Hanna's lovely do you think that she would have dinner with me, so we could get to know each other better?" Announced Abby. She watched Michael nearly choke on his food as he tried to hide her revelation. " Of course dear I am certain she would like that." Michael said. "I thought tomorrow night might suit since you are away for the night playing poker with the boys." Abby replied. Michael nodded his head in agreement. Abby knew with in hours Michael would be tapping away an email to Hanna panicking at the thought of the two of us having dinner, he would be petrified that Abby had worked out what was going on between him and Hanna. Abby knew Hanna would not be concerned her confidence wouldn't allow her to see any evil plan hatching. The next the day the phone rang a few times Abby did not answer for the first three times she knew it would be Hanna, Abby knew how the conversation would go that Michael had mentioned her suggestion to Hanna and Hanna thought it would be a great idea and couldn't wait to ring and organize a night, Let the bitch sweat a bit Abby thought. The fourth time Abby answered the phone and the conversation almost was word for word as Abby thought. Abby had told Hanna she was free this evening and that she would organize a table for them at the Hereford, an up market five star hotel where Abby knew that they could sit at a quiet table in the corner, where the beginning of her plan would start to unveil. Abby arrived at the Hereford ten minutes early to make sure the table she booked was in a quiet location, Abby's mobile rang and Julie confirmed that everything was in place, Abby thanked her and ordered a glass of Champagne after she hung up. Abby sat nervously waiting for Hanna she had to do this right or Hanna would catch on to her intentions too soon. Abby had spent all afternoon preparing for this evening, Julie had come around curled Abby's long blonde hair and helped with makeup and the appropriate clothes. They had decided that a crisp black mini skirt and a tight fitting pink slightly see-through top and high black stilettos fitted the occasion. " Hi Abby." Hanna said almost shouting across the restaurant, the loudness of Hanna's voice startling Abby at first. Abby smiled and waved as she watched Hanna saunter across to their table. Hanna was wearing another little black dress longer than the one she wore for the work dinner this dress had a long split up the side and Abby was sure if you looked at the right moment you would be able see what Hanna had for breakfast, the neckline was again low cut and Abby thought if Hanna had grown up tits she would feel the dress out perfectly, it wasn't until Hanna reached the table and gave Abby a welcome hug that Abby noticed that the back of the dress plunged down to the small of Hanna's back. " Don't you just look gorgeous?" Hanna commented, Abby replied with a thank you. Abby ordered a glass of Champagne for Hanna and they talked most of the evening about Hanna and her aspirations, both women skirted the issue of Michael only bringing him up in relevant context. After they had both finished dessert Abby excused herself to the ladies room and sat down in a cubicle she couldn't believe everything was going to plan. The amount of Champagne Abby had drunk and the adrenalin she was feeling made her slightly dizzy, Abby could feel her pussy heat up as she congratulated herself on how well she was doing, she slipped her hand down her panties and felt the wetness with her finger, her nipples instantly became erect and pushed hard against her tight top, it took all of Abby's control to stop, as her plan had not yet been completed. When Abby returned to the table, Hanna stared at Abby's nipples. "Cold in those toilets." Abby said as she rubbed them trying to warm them up knowing the real reason they were erect. "They look great, if I had breast's like yours I certainly would be proud for the world to see them." Hanna replied. Its not the world I am worried about thought Abby. Abby suggested that they should order cocktails and head towards the in house night club, Hanna agreed. Abby knew that Hanna was out to impress Abby and if she could play the boss and his wife she would move up that corporate ladder with ease. It did not take long before Abby had Hanna drinking cocktail after cocktail she made sure they were only half measures as she wanted Hanna fully aware, for her plan to be a success. The nightclub was crowded and thumping rhythm of the music penetrated through both of the women's bodies, the loud music made it impossible to hold a conversation. Abby leaned in towards Hanna and pushed her blonde locks away from her ear and whispered that she would like to dance, Abby made sure that as she whispered she let out a small amount of warm air over Hanna's ear, Hanna smiled and they both jostled for a position on the dance floor. As the night wore on Abby moved closer to Hanna with each song waiting for the right compilation of music to be played, when the slower songs started Abby placed her arms around Hanna's slim hips and playfully danced, as each song passed Abby made her dance moves more sexual and eventually she and Hanna had clasped each other and were rubbing their bodies against each others. Abby slowly ran her hand down Hanna's exposed back and rested her hand on Hanna's bottom. Hanna ran her tongue around her ruby painted lips, this was the signal that Abby was waiting for she pulled Hanna's arse towards her thigh and pushed it gently against Hanna's groin, Hanna let out a sigh and pushed harder against Abby's leg. When the song finished Abby told Hanna she had booked a room earlier in the day hoping that Hanna may respond the way she had and that they should go and finish what they had started on the dance floor, Hanna's eyes lit up not believing that she would have such luck, she thought that she now had both Michael and Abby under her spell. Abby and Hanna took the lift up to the room they held hands and giggled like schoolgirls. Abby opened the hotel room door and led Hanna inside, Abby grabbed Hanna and pulled her close, she kissed Hanna passionately running her tongue around her lips, Hanna responded with her tongue. Abby could feel the heat return to her pussy and her nipples harden, Abby had only been with one other female before and she had been twenty, college kids experimenting with their sexuality, Abby remembered it as more fumbling in the dark than what she was experiencing now. Abby broke her embrace from Hanna and moved back motioning Hanna to remove her dress, Hanna did so as Abby watched the young women push the dress from her shoulders, Abby's eyes followed the silky dress slither down Hanna's smooth skin, the fresh air caressing Hanna's perky tear drop breast's, they are nice breast's Abby thought. Hanna moved close to Abby and lifted her top off and then undid the zip of the short mini skirt, Hanna smiled at the fact Abby was wearing no panties and she commented on how gorgeous Abby's clean shaven pussy looked. Abby dropped to her knees and placed her hands either side of Hanna's panties slowly sliding them down Hanna's long legs exposing her bald pussy, Abby smiled they almost could be twins she thought. Abby gently kissed Hanna's stomach and ran her tongue along until she reached her pussy, Abby could smell Hanna's sex and could see her juices glistening on her puffy pussy lips like morning dew. As Abby's tongue parted Hanna's lips, Hanna opened her legs wider and pulled Abby's head deeper into her. Abby ran her tongue the length of Hanna's pussy teasing her protruded clit and then back to the edge of her hole. Hanna ran her hand across her breasts tugging her nipples stretching them as far as her skin would allow, Abby could sense the closeness of Hanna's orgasm she ran her hand along Hanna's buttocks and explored Hanna's anus with her finger, Hanna spread her legs even further and begged Abby to finger her arse and release her orgasm Abby obliged and slipped a finger deep into Hanna's anus Abby turned her tongues attention to Hanna's hard clit and flicked faster and faster across it, she could feel Hanna's legs tremble and her anus clench around her finger. Hanna let out a guttural scream as her body lurched forward from the explosive orgasm tearing through her body. Abby stood up and kissed Hanna allowing Hanna to taste her own juices, her tongue darting in and out of Abby's mouth. Hanna gently eased Abby on to the bed, Hanna's nipples brushed Abby's her body involuntarily arched from the touch, they kissed and Hanna ran her hands along the sides of Abby's body causing goose bumps to occur on her skin, Hanna moved down to Abby's breast's her tongue licking each nipple and then Hanna's lips sucked and rolled each one, Abby's breast tightened and she thought they would burst as they swelled. Hanna slid down Abby's body her long hair stroking against Abby's skin tingling all the way, Hanna kissed Abby's tummy and then ran her tongue down from her belly button to her clit, stopping only a second to inhale Abby's smell, then she nuzzled her face deep into Abby's pussy pushing her tongue deep into Abby's hole. Abby squealed with delight of Hanna's tongue against her hot wet flesh, Hanna continued to tongue fuck Abby her nose stimulating Abby's swollen clit. Abby could feel the tension building in her body, she placed her hands on the back of Hanna's head and pulled her in deeper against her saturated pussy, Hanna responded with faster strokes Abby draw her knees higher trying to take every bit of Hanna's tongue as she did her body spasmed as tiny explosions erupted deep inside of her until an overwhelming orgasm belted through out her body. Abby and Hanna cuddled and kissed until their bodies regained composure. Abby told Hanna she wanted to fuck her and had brought a strap on cock, Hanna's eyes twinkled with excitement, as she agreed and watched Abby pull a large strap on cock from under the bed. Abby told Hanna to lay on her stomach and spread her legs she obeyed and Abby moved between them pushing her knees into Hanna's thighs making it impossible for Hanna to move, with one sudden push Abby had pushed the strap on cock deep inside Hanna's pussy all the way in and rested until Hanna's cunt adjusted to the large cock. Hanna tried to lift her buttocks only for Abby to force her down digging her knees harder into Hanna's thighs. When Abby was satisfied Hanna would do as she was directed, did she draw her knees in and slowly slide the giant cock slowly out letting the tip sit at the edge of Hanna's hole and then Abby pushed hard again deep inside, Hanna's head lifted off the bed from the hard cock diving into her. Abby repeated the process for the next five minutes only stopping when Hanna came close to orgasm. Hanna begged for Abby to release her ache to no avail. Abby commanded Hanna to her knees and did not let the cock leave Hanna's hot pussy. Abby grabbed Hanna by the hips and pulled her downwards so her buttocks rested on Abby's legs the large strap on dived deep once again, Abby kneaded Hanna's breast's with one hand the other slid between Hanna's legs and stroked her hard clit. Hanna slowly gyrated her hips against the latex cock the pressure stimulating Abby's clit causing Abby to work Hanna's clit faster, her finger it gliding up and down with ease over Hanna's dripping pussy. "I want you cum with me now." Abby demanded. The sternness of her voice was all that Hanna needed and she pushed down hard against the cock, Abby pinched Hanna's clit with her thumb and finger squeezing it tight, Hanna's body erupted, she dug her nails deep into Abby's thigh Abby let a scream as she orgasmed, her grip on Hanna's clit tightened and Hanna once again orgasmed, the two women collapsed forward and Hanna gritted her teeth as the strap thrust for the last time deep into her. Abby and Hanna showered together and went to bed they kissed and caressed each other for awhile and Abby waited till Hanna fell asleep, she kissed Hanna on the cheek, dressed and snapped a photo as a memento, as she quietly closed the door Abby whispered "good luck Hanna." Abby climbed into the cab she knew Michael would be home any minute and she wanted to be out of the house before he arrived. "Airport thanks." Abby directed to the cabbie. Michael arrived home the house seemed unusually quiet Abby's always playing music he thought. He looked around the house and called out to Abby there was no response, she must be working in the study he thought, he opened the door, the walls of the study were plastered with all the emails Michael and Hanna had sent each other. The computer screen adorned a sleeping naked Hanna and across the keyboard lay the strap on cock, propped between it's balls was a note. Michael opened the note. Michael As you now know I have discovered your little love game, and have decided the only course of action is to leave and go somewhere you will never find me, the thing that you don't know is that my morale high ground is shall we say not as high as your, and I take great pleasure in telling you I fucked Hanna before you did. Bye Abby